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Tiberius had found the space for them, because Aue wanted it quiet and fairly safe; Kamacite was skittish and nervous and tended to lack focus if he didn't feel at least somewhat comfortable. It was a problem that he hoped to rectify at some point, though how he was unsure...but for the moment, considerations had to be taken. The cat had come through and their current space was quiet and isolated.

He had taken the time to cut Kamacite's hair, and his own, even before heading to the Negaverse. It was a tactical pain in his a** and he wasn't about to deal with it if he didn't have to - they could have some sparring with the miserably long locks later, when his pack mate was less of an anxiety ridden mouse and better capable of defending himself.

"No. But I'm going to teach you...so you should not end up with broken bones." Kamacite had a small ponytail, Aue planned on grabbing it at least once, to prove that even that little bit was a bad idea; his own hair was longer and loose - a temptation he hoped would be too much to resist. "You had a problem with hand-to-hand, right?

"Let's try to fix some of that. Come here, I want you to hit me as hard as you can. See what you can do on your own."

Aue watched Kamacite with crossed arms and a flat expression; he didn't need to be a psychic to read his mind, no. It was like a flashing neon sign above dark eyes 'I DON'T LIKE THIS AT ALL' flashing over and over and over again. Tough s**t. I didn't like paying tuition to DCU, but I ******** did it. We do what we have to. You're going to do this, Kamacite, until it's easier and you don't run screaming every time. No packmate of mine is going to die so easily.

He wasn't expecting much.

What happened was so much worse.

There was literally nothing good about anything Kamacite did, except coming forward to do it.

"Tarvitsen kaljan..." Aue muttered, two words that would become very familiar with time but perhaps had not yet been picked up. "Okay, you don't even know how to make a proper fist. Like this." He demonstrated, curling four fingers down and tight, tucking his thumb against them so it wasn't sticking out. "Some idiots stick thumbs out, or tuck inside fist - only if you want to break something. This is a solid fist. It will hurt." He took Kamacite's fist and 'helped' him form it properly - it was not a comfortable thing.

"This is why you cut your nails, too."


"Heeeeeey!" A voice came back from the hall, low to the ground and somewhat muffled. There was a spitting sound, "I brought beer,
figured this would be worth watching." Aue perked a bit, but remained focused as the Mauvian dragged a ratty hank of cloth he'd gotten from god only knew where that had a six-pack and a half laying on it, as well as what looked like a half eaten package of Twinkies.

Apparently he'd gone Dumpster Diving or someone had brought him some treats that had been sat on? Stepped on? Ravaged somehow - and still eaten.

He was a cat, after all. "I'm ready. Entertain me, senshi!"


"Ignore the cat. You focus on this and me. You punch with the whole arm. Entire line of your arm, got it? You're small, put your weight into it. Leverage, like physics. Flat part here--" Aue smacked the flat of his fist so his knuckles dug into his palm, "and knuckles cause the pain. Bones of the arm drive the weight of the body forward.

"Where you hit matters too, but first. Try again. Hit me with a better fist. So I feel it, this time."

Tiberius was making a noise that sounded somewhere between a hairball being slowly scraped up the throat, and the chitter of excitement at spotting a squirrel or bird through a window on a beautiful summer day.

It was laughter. Kamacite's efforts at punching the big lemon b*****d were really pathetic - like, to the point that the Mauvian really felt badly for him.
And he liked the dark-eyed corrupt! He was small and nervous, sure,
but he also was good about opening the beer cans and putting the fish sticks in the oven on request.

"Might wanna teach that one self defense like the ladies, he's not big enough to punch you out, lemons." One of the beers was leveraged open with a guitar pick and some applied physics so that Tiberius could enjoy some luke-warm suds with his entertainment.


Annoying as the walking beanbag was, it might have had a point. Aue had actually felt a bit more with the second 'attack' from Kamacite, but it was still just kind of...lackluster. His packmate was small and fast, lithe. Not built for power or any sort of sustained skirmish, like Aue himself was. That was fine, but he really did need to learn how to throw a punch, how to take one - how to dodge and roll. How to use another's momentum to send them flying.

A karate class might have been better...or, as Tiberius had jokingly suggested, a self-defense class.

"Yes. In time, you'll be good enough." Aue went to get a beer, cracked it and took a swig, glowering at the pain in the a** cat as he hissed "Stop being a ******** or leave." When he returned to Kamacite he simply nodded, "You need work, but we are just starting. You are small and fast, we will work to use your advantages, but you need to learn to punch first. And where."

Aue pointed to his own nose, "Punch to the nose causes great pain, maybe break it. If it bleeds, great. It's a good target." He touched his Adam's apple next, "Harder spot, but also good. Stops opponent from calling for help." Next he tapped his brooch, frowned, gave Kamacite his beer to hold and then unwound his sash so he could remove his top. Once he was bare chested and the disturbing hole was showing, he continued. "Breastbone - not so great, thick bone, avoid it. But if you can hit just here there's a little bone you can snap back, it hurts like a b***h." Aue continued, showing him where to aim to hit the kidneys as well, and said it was dirty pool but a punch to the back of the head or lower back were also perfectly acceptable if his packmate could manage them.

"Fight dirty, Kamacite. Dart in, land your hit, dart out. In and out, use your speed. Now, show me where you want to hit me. I want to make sure you were paying attention."

Subdued, the Mauvian sat with his beer; maybe he'd pushed too hard. Silence was the point of order for a bit, until Lemons calmed down and the sparkly one didn't look quite so much like he was going to choke on his own upset. Humans could be awfully touchy, it was unfortunate.

After all, he was just trying to be helpful!


"Good. Good." Kamacite was obviously upset because of Tiberius' barbs - meant well or not, being considered less than a man wasn't pleasant - but he was struggling to put it aside for their lesson. Aue took his beer back, took another swig, then set it down what he deemed a safe distance way from where they were going to be grappling. "I want you to feel it, that little spot. Make your fist and put it here." Aue guided Kamacite through a slow-motion punch to his solar plexus. "This is solar plexus, a good place to hit anyway, even if you can't snap that bone. Knock the wind right out of you.

Hit with fist, foot, or knee - anything is good. While your opponent is doubled over, grab the hair and bam knee to nose. Effective and efficient. Then star-seed the son of a b***h if you can." Aue nodded as if to himself, then released Kamacite's wrist.

"Give it a try. Don't worry if you break my nose, it's not a problem."

Aue knows that having his shirt off will be a distraction for Kamacite. He doesn't say anything aloud about it because visually appreciating a person's form has very little to do with anything but appreciating an aesthetic, but he also knows that no fight is ever truly fair and has decided to make full use of this. It also makes it easier to show his pupil the precise places on the body to aim for without the distortion of cloth.

Being able to accurately gauge where those locations are with cloth would be important as well, but that would be another lesson.

Obedient - if ineffectual - Kamacite landed a punch roughly where Aue had instructed. It hurt the way an exuberant punch on the shoulder from a friend might, but he bent as though it were worse so that Kamacite would get the feel of the moves; he did shift his head last minute so that his nose remained unbroken and the other corrupt got to bonk the broad of his forehead instead, which probably hurt his knee more than Aue's head.

"Good." When they were separated again, Aue rubbed at the reddened spot on his forehead where Kamacite's knee had connected fairly solidly. He was displeased somewhat with just how much Kamacite had held back, "You only held back. Don't.

"Your opponent isn't going to hold back. They will try to kill you. We're sparring, yes, but you must always attack as if you intend to kill. If your partner is incapable of handling themselves and is hurt, that is on them, not you."

Aue took up a slightly defensive stance, one that any moron that watched an action movie might use. "Again. This time, if you pull your attacks, I will punish you accordingly.

"Come!"


Tiberius wondered what sort of punishment the Lemon b*****d had in store for Kamacite. Probably nothing too bad, since he seemed reasonable and wanted him to learn. The Mauvian chewed at part of the aluminum can holding his beer captive until he could bite the damn thing open and have an easier time getting to the suds. "Kick his a**, shortness! He likes it!"

That far-away look had come again to Kamacite's dark eyes, putting a glassy sort of look over the black iris and blown pupil. Aue wondered what he'd have to do to pull him out of the shock whilst in Negaspace - the options were limited. Luckily, Tiberius' garbage-cat status came in handy: the godawful sounds of him gnawing through aluminium seemed to snap the other corrupt out of his trance before Aue had to come up with something.

Kamacite came at him in what seemed like an undisciplined, unplanned attack - which he corrected by shifting back to a more precise aiming scenario as he'd been taught. Fear lent the slender corrupt strength, his fist landing a glancing blow to Aue's Adam's apple in a most unpleasant manner, the knee he took full on to gauge how much power was there; it was more than enough to drive his diaphragm up and send the air from his lungs in a hiss.

"Hyv-" As his opponent regrouped for another charge, Aue stepped in close and to the side, dropping low so he could get his shoulder down and using Kamacite's own momentum to send him up and over Aue's shoulder in a flip. "Very good." He would even offer a hand to help Kamacite up, mouth slightly curved in what approximated a smile in the non-stoned version of the Finn.

"So you can bite, you just do not want to. It is good to know. "


Tiberius cheered as Kamacite got some good whacks in on Aue, and winced as the giant lemon send the kid over into a ******** pinwheel that landed with a rather unpleasant thunk on the ground. "Hey! I call foul!
Stop trying to kill the kid, you're a helluva lot bigger than he is! Rude!"

Which maybe was a little funny coming from a magical talking dog-sized alien cat sitting on a hank of semi-rotted velvet with aluminium detritus and part of a six-pack of beer around him, but...this was the Negaverse, after all.

"He's not gonna learn s**t if you keep knocking all the lesson out of his brains!" Stupid lemon, how's the kid supposed to learn like this? He's obviously meant to be the one tossing your fat a** around, sheeesh. "How about you let him chuck you for a bit?"

"I could let him throw you first." Aue wouldn't have harmed a Mauvian, they were too precious and necessary, however...threatening to do so was absolutely allowed. "Throws are part of the lesson, yes. But I needed to know if he could be serious first."

Perhaps the funniest part of the whole exercise was that Aue really was going easy on Kamacite - he was simply not being gentle with him, nor assuming that he was incapable of something merely because he was small and nervous the way so many others had. Of course, he was also mentally changing his estimation of the other corrupt's capabilities and working out the best way to utilize them, much like he might have optimized a character for a game in a tournament. Tactics were tactics were tactics, it didn't matter if you were talking games or life.

He would get the most out of Kamacite that was possible.

Kamacite asked for no quarter though Aue could feel the way his body trembled from his exertions already. Stubborn, yes good. You need it. You also need to be smarter about your attacks, you are small and I am not. You cannot beat me head on. It's alright, you know this. You did well hitting throat and side - moves meant to incapacitate. You are more capable already than you realize. Let's add to that.

And look, he was already trying to mimic the garbage stance Aue had used before! It wasn't even a good one, but he was aping it! "That is a bad defensive stance, I used it because most senshi don't know s**t about fighting unless it's from action movies. Let me show you properly, stay like that but let me move you."

Aue would do just that, coming close to Kamacite and moving his limbs as he wanted them, even coming close behind the other senshi so he could fit hands to hips and use feet to nudge Kamacite's into position for a stronger, more stable base. "This is where you want to be for defense. It puts you lower, yes, but that is good. Because then you can flip and toss people using their momentum, as I did you."

The Finn came back around to Kamacite's front and nodded approvingly. "Two centers of gravity - in men it's generally the chest. Shove hard enough, we topple." He pushed Kamacite a bit to prove that it would affect him pretty strongly, but not hard enough to send him over. "In most women, it's the hips. If you shove the hip bones, they are more likely to topple." Again, a demonstration of where, though this time it would have much less affect. "A Throw requires only applied physics, not luck, so it's safer bet...but you have to let your opponent close, which is risky, always.

"Stand normally." When Kamacite had obeyed this odd command, Aue flashed teeth, "Now, back to defense position. Be precise. You need to make it a muscle memory. When you have it, I will teach you to throw me. The drunk furball is correct, you need that."

"Just kick him in the balls, kid!" Tiberius sprawled out, beginning his grooming routine now that he was filled with beer and quite buzzed. At least he could say that he'd done a good for a senshi - sourbutt was gonna teach the firework how to do a throw. Probably.