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Running into fights to save other senshi wasn't exactly ideal, but it sure beat finding out a senshi was dead. It was few and far between most needed help with combat, after all, you really tended to key into how to fight barefist rather quick when a youma was after you. But on occasion, things got out of hand, and stepping in was needed.

Just how Castor met Adorea. She wasn't clueless or incompetent, just lacking in training.

Which is what brought him to a remote part of the city- a side park nestled in some suburbs wasn't likely to be patrolled, and, so long as they didn't start yelling, it wasn't likely they'd have cops showing up. He'd called her to arraign the time- now as he waited, it was just a matter of her showing up.

Leaning while rocking back and forth slightly it was telling how he was impatient, or rather, lacking the energy to remain still. A habit he supposed, when the prospect of some form of combat came his way.

When she arrived, he smiled and waved her over. "Come on, we've already established I don't bite. And I can't exactly train you at a distance can I?" He made a joke of it, pushing off the playset he had chosen to lean against and dusted himself off.
"I'm glad you showed- some might not have. Anyway, let's get right into the thick of it. I'm pretty sure you have no fighting experience- so just start off with what your magic can do and we'll work from there."

"Well." He put a finger under his chin, as if inspecting her, though his tone was more joking than anything. "I promise I won't bite. Not unless you want me to of course." He winked at her.

"And while I am touched by your concern, we have other matters more pressing. Like getting you comfortable in your own skin," Armes crossed, he actually looked at her this time, more critical, more regaurding her and her posture, her limbs and where she put her weight.
"Try standing more on the balls of your feet in combat, not on the entire foot. Practice by shifting your weight when you stand normally- it can help momentum- but it's also easy to read. Keep that in mind if you plan to ever retreat." Not run or flee, retreat. He would phrase things to better acclimate the actual situation they faced.
"Also- I'm going to assume you don't regularly go to any combat training- if that is not feasible, yoga, stretches- anything to help your mobility will be your best aid." He stood across from her, head tilited as he worked what might be the best route to go about this.

"This is going to be rather simple training, because we don't know your limits- or well, I don't." He motioned to himself.

"So, first things first. Hit me as hard as you can, in the place you think will do the most damage the fastest." His gaze was hard. It was not a request, and he was entirely serious.
"And, trust when I say, I know when someone is pulling their punch."

Why was she so surprised he thought. This was training after all. Maybe she thought it would just be drills and magic casting? Oh boy, he didn't know what those cats were telling the youths these days, but someone really ought to make a manual for these new senshi.

"Well- yes." Point blank. "If I don't know how well you can throw a punch, I won't know how well you can fight. Generally speaking, in training, we can give maybe 80% of ourselves to the combat. Usually its more 60 to 70. In real battle? You need to be giving 100% or, you will die." He spoke evenly. "I don't patronize or exaggerate- holding back in battle will cost you your life- or worse, the lives that depend on you. Surviving is easy, living with guilt? That's a lot harder." He sucked in a breath.
"I respect my fellow senshi too much to coddle them- and I hope you can understand that. I offer to help train because the best way we can stay alive and keep others alive and safe is knowing our limits, and knowing how best to use our powers. That said- hit me."

He didn't need to wait long, and when her punch landed, he moved with the blow, noting her form and her reaction.

"Good." He smiled, feeling a tiny throb where her hit had landed. "You tried and hit your target. Now-" He didn't bother asking permission, he simply moved, grabbing her hand and after breifly checking her knuckles and rubbing them under his thumb, curled her hand back into a fist, moving the fingers himself.

"Thumb on the outside, tight but not to the point it hurts. You want to be able to open it right after to grab if needed." He ran a finger across the knuckles. "Hit with your knuckles, not the flat bone and aim for the contact to be the center or closer to the pointer. Your pinky is weakest, and can break if used for impact." He let go smiling resuming his previous stance.

"Now, try again, and when you strike, move your body with the blow. This time, I'll remain fixed." He winked. "Just think I'm a trashy ex and not the prince charming I am. Take your time- focus, and then strike."