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Post by Levenin on Feb 1, 2016 4:45:33 GMT -5
”Ellie, is this really necessary…?”
His head didn’t ache as much as he’d expected it would after being shaken awake that morning. Really, it wasn’t surprising since he’d been light on the drinking. That, and he’d forgotten about some pills in his medical stash that helped with a few of the hangover side effects— which Ellie had swiftly appropriated. After laying her down to sleep the night before, Levenin somehow ended up beside the woman in bed. What was truly mystifying was the fact she didn’t beat him for accidentally becoming her rude awakening. Instead he was here in the kitchen, unharmed and yawning, after chasing down a quick breakfast at her insistence. The sun was barely conscious itself as light peeked in through the split in the curtains.
Ellie was still preparing… for something. She’d only told him to throw on some spare clothes that’d been hidden in the depths of her closet before disappearing into the bathroom. Lev tugged at his gloves anxiously, the taste of plain food rations lingering on his tongue. He really needed to remember to tell her to invest in actual things to eat one of these days.
”…You weren’t serious about the training thing, were you? Couldn’t we do it on a morning where we didn’t drink the night before…?”
Levenin could only think of the things he needed to do today as he yelled at her from across the room— get back home, probably clean up a bit, inventory at work needed to be done again. Oh God, work. He should’ve been at the clinic right now. With Ellie still out of sight, Lev could easily slip out and do the responsible thing. Of course, he continued to stay firmly planted in his chair. Sooner or later, this “training” was going to happen so it was better to get it over with and show the woman her ideas were pointless. Well-meaning, but pointless. Lev just wasn't built for a lifestyle of physical combat. The man could only hope she wouldn't break his fingers or something before the day was over.
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Post by Ellie on Feb 5, 2016 13:36:29 GMT -5
Her head was still aching, even after stealing some of Lev's beautiful, wonderful pills, and her stomach was in knots. But still, she was buzzing with energy. Last night had--well, it'd been a mess. So many things needed to be reevaluated and new plans needed to be made. But if she thought too long on the little sister she never knew she had she'd be overcome with the urge to cry so she opted to, for now, not. Distractions were needed and Lev was providing the perfect one.
"It's very necessary." She came out of the bathroom with a roll of bandages, her own knuckles and wrists already wrapped. She took one of his hands in hers to begin wrapping it, then the other. "I won't always be around to protect you, so you need to be able to defend yourself. Besides, you wanted to learn how to dance, right?"
Once his hands were taken care of, she pulled him to the middle of her living room. She pushed her small couch back to clear space for them to work. "Okay, so first thing you need to know is how to block. Show me your defensive posture."
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Post by Levenin on Feb 6, 2016 4:56:54 GMT -5
Levenin was about to protest her suddenly taking his hands but calmed down once he realized Ellie wasn’t going to rip his gloves off. He stared forlornly at her wrapping, both wincing at the force at which she did so and trying to shake the dread that settled into his stomach. She really was serious about this, wasn’t she?
”I’ve done a few solo things before and I always made it out okay,” Lev protested as a little bit of pout slipped into the words. So a few of those times didn’t turn out exactly fine, but he wasn’t dead. That was an accomplishment in itself. If one ignored the near bleeding out from plasma bullet wounds followed by a swift punch to the face, then Levenin’s thieving career was turning out swimmingly.
Though he had to admit Ellie had a point. Any time he’d had a confrontation, it involved a weapon, or a partner as back up in case said weapons failed. Knives and poison darts only went so far. But then again, what would fists and kicking do against a gun or a gene-modded drug lord?
Man, Lev really didn’t want to do this. It wasn’t even actual dancing. Maybe she’d missed that part last night.
”…The bandages are a little tight.”
All Levenin could focus on were all of the very kickable things in her living room. What if he screwed up (which he was sure to do) and broke her table or something? That required him having enough strength to smash something besides his toes but still. He obliged her, putting up his fists in front of him with shoulders raised and tense.
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Post by Ellie on Feb 10, 2016 11:51:24 GMT -5
Ellie didn't even dignify his solo comment with a response. His solo work almost always ended in disaster; really the fact that he even still did solo work was mostly because he had a habit of not telling her until after the fact. Which tended to result in lots of shaking but that wasn't the point of today. At least not yet.
"Clench and unclench your fists a few times so they can adjust." She advised, stepping back a bit to look over his stance. He looked like a little kid about to get into his first fight. It was a considerable effort to not roll her eyes. She stepped around him to adjust him, pressing on his shoulder to get him to lower them and nudging one of his feet to widen his stance. The she stepped in front of him to raise his non-dominate hand up a bit. "Relax. You go in too tense and you'll pull something. You never wanna lock up. It's all a dance, a loose flow from your center through your limbs. Your feet always need to be ready to move."
Opting to show him an example, she moved her hands away and did a half-skip backwards. She landed back on her left heel and gave a turn, right foot landing a little ahead of her to stop the spin and fists raising as if to block a blow. She held her left arm a bit higher so the forearm was in front of her face. "You wanna catch blows here." She advised, patting her forearm with the opposite hand. "You can deflect and then," she mimed blocking with her left arm and swinging slowly with her right, "follow up. Now you try."
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Post by Levenin on Feb 10, 2016 20:02:30 GMT -5
He let Ellie nudge him into proper position, though he couldn’t let go of the nervous tension like she asked. At least the unclenching part relaxed the bandages around his joints just enough to be comfortable. For a moment, Lev felt a boost of confidence. Maybe he could do this. It wasn’t so complicated to get into place. But then after she displayed actually putting those poses into practice, whatever hope he had immediately disappeared. Ellie made it look so easy to twirl and maneuver, but Levenin knew better than to think that at a glance. He barely had two left feet on a good day.
”You mean like…?”
Lev begun with imitating her step backwards, feeling his posture fall apart into indignity: arms akimbo, with feet so wide apart that a wind tunnel could pass through underneath. If he knew anything about fighting, it was that whatever this pose was didn’t lend itself to self defense. Now he was just embarrassed. ”I’m not any good at foot work,” he stuttered as he tried to correct himself. ”Y-You saw me last night…”
He needed to forget the fancy dancing if they were going to get anywhere. Levenin simply did the arm block and punch combo instead, aiming at the empty air in front of him a few times until he was satisfied.
”Y-You’re not gonna punch me, are you? I mean, like too hard?”
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Post by Ellie on Feb 11, 2016 14:24:18 GMT -5
"The footwork will come with practice. None of this happens over night. Today's just about the basics, not trying to keep up with me." She tried to be reassuring, even as she had to clamp down on a laugh at the way he flailed. It reminded her of some of the kids that worked with her during her two year stint for the police; kids that had never done anything physical in their lives, who'd only ever enjoyed the pampering of their high class parents.
His posture was still sloppy and too tense, but he seemed to be grasp the general idea of the move decent enough after a few punches. She gave his arm a nudge so he was better protecting his face. "The point of this is for you to stop me from punching you. But no, I won't punch you hard."
Their height difference made things a little awkward but Ellie was used to fighting people a lot taller than her. Moving almost in slow motion she acted like she was going to punch him only to let herself be deflected. "See?"
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Post by Levenin on Feb 11, 2016 19:47:36 GMT -5
”Yeah, y-you’re right.”
She didn’t learn it in a day either, something that’d slipped his mind. No way a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth knew how to fight once she decided to hit the streets. It’d taken years— and that also made Levenin lose hope. Years. He was firmly on square one, not even able to stand correctly if Ellie’s constant nudges and prods were any indication. He wanted to argue with her so badly: ”I’m not a fighter, I keep telling you.” Hell, Lev wasn’t even really a doctor and that was the only reason they’d partnered up in the first place.
Levenin was half tempted to ask to get a few books and study up where his long lost education had left off. That’d be a more productive use of his time and talents. Plus, there was nothing wrong with hitting people with a hardback if things got desperate enough. ”Do I, uh, punch you back at some point?” he asked before flinching at her incoming fist, traveling at the impressive speed of a snail’s pace.
One block, two blocks, three. It was simulated but fine, this was doable so long as she didn’t take it to the next level— that next level being pain. Lev had to smile, though, as he kept deflecting her blows. ”I take it this doesn’t really work well for people when you have the shock gloves, huh?”
He almost suggested getting a pair of his own in the event he actually became competent at hand-to-hand… but that was a terrible idea and they both knew it already.
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Post by Ellie on Feb 17, 2016 14:37:47 GMT -5
"Once you get blocks down, then we'll get to the punching. But yes, keep up the good work and eventually I'll let you hit me. It'll be your reward." She wasn't stupid enough to think the idea of punching her would lack in appeal to him; she did pretty constantly threaten and berate him. She wanted to punch herself sometimes. "Do good and I'll let you hit me as hard as you want."
She snorted at the comment about her shock gloves. She knew from experience that they packed a punch; Lev wasn't the only one to accidentally use them on himself. Not that she'd ever, ever admit it to anyone, especially not to Lev. "The gloves are a back up measure. Only if I don't have time to win on my own."
A few more slow punches before she stepped back a bit, rolling her shoulders to ease a bit of the tension that was settling in from the deliberate movements. "Alright. Ready to speed it up a bit?"
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Post by Levenin on Feb 23, 2016 20:39:52 GMT -5
Levenin gave an uneasy laughter to her suggestion, though he wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be taken as a joke. He didn’t want to hit her, especially not as some kind of accomplishment for basic training. The whole reason they’d met all those months was for the exact opposite reason. It was a feeling he couldn't shake as her medic. That, and Lev was sure that even if he worked up the courage to take up Ellie’s offer, she’d quickly get offended depending on how he did it. Did she mean her face or…?
”Uhh, maybe not that,” he said. ”How about… I’ll think of something else as a reward. For later. Deal?”
Her punches weren’t meant to hurt, he knew that. At the same time, Levenin’s waning confidence was coming back once again. Maybe even he of all people could toughen his skin and learn to take a few blows instead of finding ways to run or sneak around. Lev adored his poisons. However, no amount of brewing would ever make them viable in a close fight or without setting up an ambush. An idea ran through his head on how to combine the two into a fighting style, but that would have to wait.
”Yeah, I’m ready. Gimme some actual hits. You know, uh, not too hard but something I gotta actually block.”
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Post by Ellie on Mar 2, 2016 15:51:20 GMT -5
"Deal." She gave him a wink before stepping back into position. Her fist moved slightly faster towards his face and she was pleased to see that he was still getting it. Maybe he wasn't completely hopeless after all. She had a brief image of them fighting back to back like in those stupid action movies she loved so much; it wasn't likely, but the idea helped keep her mood up.
A dozen more slow punches and she decided he was ready for a surprise. As much as she did see fighting as a dance, a violent flow of rhythm, it was as coordinated or planned. A dance had preplanned steps; a fight was thinking on your feet and following instincts. So on her next move she swung with her other fist at the same slightly faster speed, calling out, "Other side."
It was an obvious overestimation of his ability the moment her fist met his nose.
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