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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 1:57 pm
Micah’s slip of the tongue registered only briefly to Jett, who didn’t consider much of it after she had corrected herself. He shrugged as he answered her. “Depends on where you want to go next. We can practice some more moves, I can make sure you’ve got the right movement down, or we can take you over to the weights and get you working on some upper body strength so you’re doing some damage. Of, we can go step in the ring, and I’ll throw some punches at you so we can work on you dodging—your call, Cornrows. You tell me what you want to learn, and I’ll make sure you learn it. Even if that means I have to beat it into you.”
He flashed a charming smile that said he was teasing her, though knowing Jett, there was probably a fair bit of truth to his words.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:07 pm
Most of Micah's strength lay in her legs. Years of track and field had made her calves and thighs steel. Her upper body was sadly lacking because of that. But lifting weights just sounded so boring! Surely they could work on that some other time, right?
"Maybe before I learn how to throw punches, I should learn how to evade them. That way if I do get into a fight, I can at least get out at this point."
The logic sounded solid in her mind, though she had no doubt it was shoddy at best.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:44 pm
“Duck and dodge, that’s how you evade. Helps if you bob a little, figure out how your feet move. The lighter you are on your feet, the easier it is to avoid a blow. You can learn a lot from just observing your opponent. There are clues for what he’ll do. Watch.”
He moved to stand in front of her and, in slow motion, pulled his arm back to throw a punch. “You can look into his eyes, he’ll probably be looking at where he wants to hit. Gives you a clue on where to block. How he moves tells you where the blow is coming from. Shows you where he’s open so you can attack, too.”
Dropping his arm, he tilted his head to crack it and then continued, “You look a little fragile, so you might not be able to take them like I do. See, I can take a hit—and I will, if it means I get to throw a good punch in. If I see a weakness, I go for it. I can teach you the move, but developing your own style is key to being successful. Here, I’m gonna throw some punches your way, try to avoid them and I’ll try not to hit you,” he said with another slight grin.
He shifted positions so he was more balanced and then threw a punch, relatively slow—all things considered—towards the side of her head so he wouldn’t miss her even if she didn’t dodge properly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:55 pm
Fragile? Micah's brows raised almost up into her hairline. "Have you ever seen a velociraptor," she asked suddenly, following close behind Jett. "They were only about the size of a person, but could take down a dinosaur the size of an elephant. They were even more terrifying in numbers, which was often how they hunted." She pushed her chin out defiantly. "Maybe you should't be judging based on looks alone, pretty boy. I wouldn't expect you to want to get your hands dirty at all if I did the same."
There was no hiding the offense in her voice. If there was one thing Micah didn't like to be called, it was weak. Micah wasn't weak. She wasn't fantastically strong, but she wasn't weak.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 3:11 pm
“Yeah, hate to burst your bubble, but they’re also extinct. And feel free to judge based on looks alone. I look damn fine,” he huffed at her. “Besides. If you think I’m some pretty boy, that just makes the look on your face when I kick your a** even more priceless.”
He threw a punch towards her chest, still moving slower and without as much power behind his punches; he just wanted to teach her how to expect what was coming, didn’t want to hurt her. “Anyway, you might be headstrong and driven, but you’re still half my size. Do you really want to argue that I can take a blow better than you can?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 6:31 pm
Something in Micah's law twitched when her height was mentioned. She was, after all, only slightly under the statistical norm for girls of her age. She looked up at him, eyes slowly narrowing as she did so. Fine. If that's the way he wanted to play, she'd gladly accommodate him. As he threw small, slow punches at her chest, Micah's arm flew up of it's own accord, from her waist and then moving quickly to her shoulder. The back of her hand resounded with a sharp SMACK as she followed through, body humming with unused adrenaline.
"You're pretty, and I'm crazy. I guess we're both unpredictable." She smirked at him, pushing one hip out as she stood, daring him to say anything else about her.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:47 pm
Jett’s eyes widened just slightly at Micah’s rebuttal; he hadn’t expected her to react in the way that she did, though he really couldn’t even be mad at her. She was here to learn to defend herself, and so far she was doing just fine. “As her current teacher, he was willing to give credit where credit was due. “That was impressive, good job. You move better when you’re irritated, so when initiating a fight, make sure your opponent has pissed you off a bit,” he said, winking at the girl “But not too much. We’ve seen what happens when you get too upset. Crazy little brat,” he taunted.
“You want to try something a little quicker or should we keep with the slow blows?” he asked, throwing a punch that was a little faster, this time aiming towards her right shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 7:55 pm
Micah rolled her shoulder a little, moving just out of range of the slow attack. She shrugged a little, righting herself. "If there a proper way to be evading these attacks, or just moving out of range?" She dipped a little as his fist glided over her shoulder smoothly. "Like, if I get into a fight and forget how to move, I can really hurt myself even just evading attacks, right?"
Granted, his hardly felt like a formal lesson. Shouldn't Jett be taking charge instead of letting Micah discate the plans?
"I guess... what do you think we should do now?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:09 pm
Jett rolled his eyes. “Fine, my little drama queen. You can dodge all you want, but how about blocking?” He moved so that he held his arms up in front of him serving as a shield. “This is a decent stance, just remember, hands high, elbows low, and if you can focus enough, move your head. And when you get hit—don’t lean back. Stand your ground or you’ll get knocked all over the place. Demonstrate, get comfortable, and then I’m gonna hit you, so be prepared,” he informed, holding up his arms so she could see to mimic him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:32 pm
Elbows low, hands high. Or was it the other way around? No, it was that way. Micah covered her face with her fists, ducking below them to see out of a small space she created for herself. "And I'm not a drama queen," she defended with a small smile. "I was making a point. There's a difference." Her smile turned into a smirk again as she gained a little bit more confidence in her stance. "Like this Teach?" Micah knew that the nickname would only beckon her own from his lips. But rage against it as she might, Micah really did like the name. Not the name itself, but what it meant. It was a sign of affection. You're not so bad, kid. It made her feel wanted.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 9:44 pm
Remarque watched, wanting to make sure she was at an angle where she wasn’t going to get herself if he hurt her. “Good,” he said, pleased with how quick she was catching onto everything. He didn’t even seem to mind the nickname she’d given him—or maybe he’d been so focused on examining her posture that he hadn’t even noticed.
“Now, remember. You keep your eyes open. I won’t hit you in the face, and I’m going to go gentle on the arm you knocked last time, but anywhere else is fair game. Try to move your whole body, get used to being fluid. Stay light on your feet, move your head and try to read where I’m coming from and block.”
He gave her a few more seconds to process before he threw two blows—one, straight to her raised arms so she would get a feel for a good block, and another slightly slowed, much less powerful punch towards her good shoulder.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 10:24 am
When Jett hit Micah's arm, she did end up bending back a little, a reflex to get as far away from the blow as possible. She did try and right herself as fast as possible, just not fast enough. She was still bent a little backwards when Jett's arm connected with her shoulder. She ended up on her rump again, looking up at Jett with a blush. God sometimes she missed her curls, at least then it was easier to hide her rosy cheeks.
"Sorry," she muttered, pushing herself back up onto her feet. "Try me again, I'll do better this time." She forced the blush from her face, shaking her head to clear the embarrassment from it. She would get this.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 10:43 am
Though Jett was inclined to tease the girl, she had worked her way enough into his circle that he had no intention of tearing her down. He could be a malicious person, there was absolutely no doubt about that. Jett had little tolerance for people he didn’t like and was often quick to insult and belittle when opportunity struck him.
Micah was his student though, and more than that, his friend. He could have easily criticized her for not properly absorbing his information when he was already going out of his way to teach her–but he didn’t.
He simply nodded and took up another stance, saying instead, “You don’t have to apologize. You’re here to learn, and as long as you take something out of this, I don’t mind knocking you over a few more times.” The grin on his face said he was still in a good mood. “I’ve been doing this for years, don’t be upset if it takes you a while to get the hang of it. Once upon a time ago—a long time ago—I was where you are, and some guy twice my size was where I am. You’ll get the hang of it, it just takes time and practice.”
He had no doubt that she would do better; already she was pushing herself and Jett liked her enthusiasm. Making sure she was up and had taken a proper stance, he started with another light blow to her arms—and then used his left arm to shoot a jab at her stomach.
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 12:29 pm
The praise was light and maybe Jett hadn't even meant for it to be praise, but Micah took it with beaming pride. She bounced on the balls of her feet, arm flying back up into position. This was fun. Not like she hadn't really expected it to be fun but... well, Micah hadn't really expected it to be this enjoyable. This was something she could really get excited about; not only would it help her be a better senshi, but she would be making another friend along the way. Another beam split her face in two and she forced herself to stop hopping and be serious. She slow strikes were easy enough to block, and as Jett directed her body, the motions became more natural feeling. They didn't flow the way they should have, but it got easier and easier to manipulate her body into the proper actions. Jett would speed up, testing Micah's newly learned abilities until she floundered and found herself backed up or on the ground. But there was never a failure, he kept assuring her, only lessons learned. And Micah beamed and smiled and laughed and this was the best she'd felt in a while. And just like that, thirty minutes had passed and Micah was covered in sweat and smiles. "Wow..." she sighed, finally sitting down on the bench, wiping off her brow. "That was weirdly cathartic..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 11:09 am
Catharsis wasn't something Jett was used to girls equating boxing to, but a grin split across his face at the notion. "That means you're doing it right. Good job," he said, seeming to take pride in how well she'd done. He was quick to take pride at anything he could tack his name to, though. Micah had showed skill and while she had a bit of a handicap in the pure physical nature of the sport, she hadn't let him down. In the future, she'd probably make for a fine opponent.
Jett didn't take a seat, but instead lifted the water bottle he'd brought with him, downing the liquid. He was parched, but after such a good workout, it felt good to rehydrate. "If you keep up the good work, you'll be a prime boxer in no time. Keep up the training, eat healthy, work your muscles. We should meet up again, soon. I'd enjoy doing this again. If you're up to it," he half taunted, sly grin splitting his face before he finished off his water.
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