Defensive Training (Private, Vers)

[Soldier]

“So it would seem,” the Dorin answered cheerfully. He helped the girl fill out the paperwork, counted out the crowns, and pointed out the back room. “Go there, get your gi, and return here. We will begin your training when you are finished.” He then turned and started to complete his business, leaving the girl to enter the room and get measured.

Lily was quite professional, having the girl stand tall while taking her measurements. Finally, after much cutting and sewing, Surev was dressed in a white gi, the pants held up with a white cloth belt. After getting equipped, Robert met her on the mat in the middle of the training area. “We will begin with brawling. In its raw form, brawling is one of the simplest and most effective fighting forms. Unfortunately, like any fighting form, it needs thought and discipline. Otherwise, it is simple street fighting. To begin, you must know there are three main blows you can deliver; hands and arms, feet and legs, and the head. When you are ready, we will begin.”

[Verus]

ooc: I didn't know there was an option to not receive PM's ><

ic: Once the crowns were counted out, Surev put the remaining few back in the purse and tucked it away in her pocket. Following the dorin's orders, she found a lady in the back room and was quite as she stood there, obeying Lily's directions as the measurements were taken. In the end, she was outfitted with a nice fitting gi and she returned to Robert on the training mat.

Brawling sounded like what she was interested in. Simple and effective, perfect. Listening as he told her of the main blows that could be made, she nodded to him. "I'm ready," she stated.

[Soldier]

“The basic concept of fighting is simple. Your goal is to inflict as much damage to your opponent while taking as little damage yourself as you can manage. Unarmed fighting is no different in this regard than fighting with a sword or hammer. However, your body is equipped with its own natural weapons; feet and legs, hands and arms, and your head can all inflict serious damage if used correctly. Let us start with teaching you how, shall we?”

He stood in the middle of the mat, his feet spread shoulder width apart, one foot forward and the other back. His hands were held in loose fists at his side, the arms swaying slightly as he bounced on the soles of his feet. “Brawling is a basic form. The most basic move is the punch. As your opponent comes close, you can land a blow in his abdomen, ribs, or if he’s really powerful and muscled, his groin or throat.” As he spoke, he pointed out the areas on a wooden dummy off to the side, covered in thick swabs of cloth padding. “We will begin with the punches, learn each, then the different kicks, and finally learn to put them together into a fighting style. There are several kinds of punches, including the jab, uppercut, and roundhouse..”

“The jab is a short thrust of the fist into your opponent. For one as small as you, aim for the stomach or the groin, and do as much damage as possible.” He planted himself in front of the dummy and pulled back his right elbow, until his hand was snug against his side. The fist was inverted to the palm faced up, then with amazing speed, the Dorin’s fist flew forward to thunk into the dummy’s padding. His other fist followed, and he kept up a steady rhythm of blows on the dummy for several minutes. “You will practice on the dummy. I want you to hit here…” He pointed to the dummy’s groin. “Here…” He pointed to the belly. “Here…” He pointed to the chest. “And here.” He pointed to the throat. He stepped back to allow access. “We will practice the jab for one half hour. Begin.”

[Verus]

Surev listened and watched as the dorin showed her the stance and explained to her the principle of fighting. To inflict the most damage as possible while receiving as little as possible. Sounded simple enough in theory.

They were going to start with the punches, and the most basic of those being the jab. The little girl watched closely as her dorin instructor stepped in from of the dummy and showered her how to perform the jab. Feet shoulder length apart with one in front of the other. Hand in a fist, brought back until it was snug against the side, palm facing upwards, then the release, straight towards the target, arm rotating so the palm was facing down upon contact.

When he told her to began, she simply said, "Okay." Stepping in front of the dummy, she fell into the stance, her right foot slightly more forwards then her left, resting easily on the soles of her feet. Looking at the targets, she knew right away that the stomach and groin were the easiest for her to hit as he had said. But he had told here to hit all four target's including the chest and throat. Those two would be a bit harder for her to hit, simply because of her size and short reach, she might have to get closer to hit them.

Pulling her fist back, she lashed out as fast and hard as she could, punching the dummy in the groin. Asher right fist retracted to her side, her left fist lashed out, hitting the stomach, then the right against the groin and the left against the dummies groin. Then she stepped forwards with her left foot, shortening the distance to the higher targets. Her right fist lashed out again, awkwardly this time as she punched upwards, hitting the dummy feebly in the throat, then her left followed to the chest. With her teeth set determinedly, she punched with her right again for the throat. The chest and throat were the hardest to hit for her, so she stayed close aiming for those two targets mostly, occasionally, aiming lower and directing a couple blows to the stomach and groin before returning to the chest and throat. Her breath becoming ragged fairly fast.

[Soldier]

OOC: My apologies for the wait...

“Good, good,” said the Dorin, after he judged his student had gotten the move down. “The jab is the simplest of offensive moves, but the uppercut is not to be scoffed at. Stand in the basic pose and wait for your opponent to come close. Then swing your fist up into his soft spots with all of your strength. Nothing fancy, just a single, powerful blow. For opponents your size, aim for the throat or chin. You want to inflict enough pain to knock him out of the fight. For taller opponents, an uppercut to the groin would be best. Like so.” He stood in the basic pose, and swung his fist up in a powerful roundhouse, keeping the fist in a tight arc. He then pointed to the dummy. “I want you to aim for the groin on the dummy. Your size will not permit you to his his chin, and I want you to get the feel of it. Practice for one half-hour. Go!”

[Verus]

Seruv had been a clerk in captivity, and while having been starved often enough, she was thin, but that did not mean she was in the best of shape. As she watched the dorin demonstrate the uppercut, she took shallow breaths, trying to catch hers before she was ordered to give it a try... another half hour!?

Her breathing already ragged, Seruv moved in close to the training dummy. She may be winded, but her determination to learn to defend herself against the monsters of the empire surpassed her need to catch her breath. She would continue, right up until she passed out if need be... she would not stop.

Standing in the fighting stance that her instructor had shown her earlier. Getting close enough that she could hit the dummy with an uppercut without extending her arm too far, she lashed out. Bringing her right fist upwards in an arc, he connected solidly with the dummies crotch, then retracted and lashed out with the left similarly, it being a little more awkward looking as she was right handed.

Over and over, she lashed out with uppercuts, her breathing in tune, right breath in, left breath out... but over time, her punches grew a bit slower as she tired more and more. Teeth set in determination, she continued on though. She would pass out before she stopped short of the half hour.