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Katrina swung her arms around, touched her toes, and rolled her shoulders a couple of times. Were there other stretches she was supposed to do to get warmed up for this? In a real self defense situation, did the attacker ever give the victim a chance to stretch first? Highly unlikely.
Katrina's winter clothes lay in a pile by the door; a striped sweater, a grey pea coat, a red ninja scarf, and a pair of mittens her mother had brought to match. On top of the whole pile, a pair of aviator goggles. The winter clothes were mostly for her other classes, where it still felt (to her) like someone had decided that Spring was close enough and they no longer needed to heat the building. At least in self defense class she'd probably keep warm by moving around. (Though, with Sam teaching the class, maybe she'd need them this hour, too.) The goggles were for her next class.
That was part of the bargain. Since she had kind of shirked her duty to go to self defense classes for a couple of weeks, and then the teacher had been out of the country for a couple months... Well, she had sort of hoped that everyone would have forgotten about the whole thing. Not so.
Sam still wanted her to take the classes (he'd even called her on her phone when he found out she wasn't signed up). She didn't want to. He'd promised that after wards he would give her flying lessons in the Blackbird. She had agreed to his terms without a moment's hesitation. Hence, the goggles.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 12, 2010 16:54:54 GMT -6
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A break up a missing eye and whole Poo load of other problems. Most people turned to drinking, others turned to crying Sam, well Sam was different than everyone else, he just widened the smile he had on his face and distracted him with work and hardly any sleep. Why no sleep? Sleep meant he would be alone, when he was alone he had time to remember everything he had and everything he had lost. It was hard to give your heart away to someone only to have it crushed into a million pieces. He had experienced heartbreak before but this one was a little more painful mainly because it was a soon as he was able to properly wrap his arms around the one he loved.
The only small perk that came out of the camps was the progression of his mutation he didn’t know exactly what it was but he knew his recent batch of headaches due to momentary flashes were more related to his mutation instead of the repercussions of haywire incident. An incident, which he found odder and odder every time he thought into it, he didn’t have these headaches when he was over in Romania why would they come back now? Very few reasons came to mind each making less sense than the last but he knew in time the answer would come to pass and he would understand the headaches better when that time came.
As he entered the danger room he grinned evilly as he glimpsed his newest student with his lone right eye. Sure he could have had Slate or Sebastian try and heal it hell now that he was back state side even Doc was begging to take a look at it, but when Doc asked him he told him the same thing he told the others, ”Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, why would I fix this injury when I can learn from it?” of course most of them if not all didn’t understand the meaning behind his reasoning but he had started getting the flashes after he lost his eye not before. If it were truly a manifestation of his mutation then why would he try and hinder it?
”It’s good that you’re stretching!” Sam called out to the girl as he passed her winter clothing and aviator goggles on the pile/ he smirked and then decided not to break it to her that she won’t be needing any of them. He hadn’t really seen much of Katrina since he had returned so he wasn’t exactly sure how she would react to the eye patch. Others had told him it made him look scarier some even said more interesting. He personally didn’t really care what others thought how he looked but if he was going to teach he didn’t want his students to fear him.
”Your going to need to be loosened up for today’s lessons to be honest I’m a little disappointed you didn’t sign up for my class before, seeing as your mother asked me to teach you I’d thought you’d contact me before or she would.” he wasn’t really aware of the details why her mother had wanted her to take self-defense lessons but he had heard it was due to someone putting her in danger. Details he wanted to get from Kat herself before he could fully understand.
Feet away from the young disappearing-reappearing girl Sam sat down in front of her and smiled raising his eyebrows (the left one just poked out from under the eye patch). Wearing his usual tennis shoes a raggedy Kansas shirt and his basketball shorts Sam too started to stretch. ”How have you been? Heard you were pretty busy during Christmas.” oh yes he had gotten a few messages from the Police Commissioner in the area but after having a discussion with him Sam managed to calm him enough to explain that he and his team would be willing to go through a through training programs with the new recruits a topic the commission was more than delighted to talk about with Sam.
”And if you mind me asking can I ask why your mother was so intent on you taking lessons when I have to offer flight lessons to get you to come here, she told me the situation but I was wondering if I could get some details, Koga, Fausto and Kaz gave me a little info as well but, I want to hear it from you.”
"Sam!" Katrina squeeked with excitement. Sure, she knew she'd be seeing him, since this was his class and everything, but it was still the first time she had actually seen him since he got back from Romania. And Sam was cool in a way that had nothing to do with his icy ability.
(She still was unsure of how Sam and so many of the other X-men went to Romania when it was Slate that had ordered Fausto to go. Was Slate secretly in charge of the X-men, too? She'd have to ask Slate if they ever got around to doing a study session now that he was back.)
"Welcome back! What happened to your eye?" She tilted her head and turned the motion into a neck stretch. An eye patch had to have a story behind it, there was no other alternative. Depending on the story, it could greatly add to the cool factor he already had going for him. Eyepatch, +2 badass.
Sam expressed his diappointment that Katrina hadn't been in one of his classes already. Katrina reached for her toes again. She'd already done it, but she didn't know very many stretches and this one had the added benefit of hiding her face. Yeah. She actually had been signed up for his class last semester. The first month she had sort of gotten in the habit of not going to it, and after that it had been cancelled anyway, due to the teacher being out of the country.
>>>”How have you been? Heard you were pretty busy during Christmas.”
That was easier to answer, with much less rhetorical and slightly less disapproval mixed in, "I've been good," Mostly. A little confused by boy-stuff, perhaps, but he didn't need to know that, "We all helped protect the city from a clay Cthulhu monster on Christmas." She nodded in affirmation. Not to mention the extra curricular activities that took place the day after Christmas.
"Well, I kind of rallied everyone, but my ability wasn't very helpful in that situation. I got a cool scar, though! See?" She rolled up her shirt sleeve to show off the three parallel lines that a griffin had carved on her inner arm when he had caught her as she fell off his back. "It's not as cool* as an eyepatch though." (*Cool factor pending the story behind the patch. Her scar had been earned falling off a griffin. Falling wasn't so smooth, but the griffin definitely added cool points.)
>>>”And if you mind me asking can I ask why your mother was so intent on you taking lessons when I have to offer flight lessons to get you to come here, she told me the situation but I was wondering if I could get some details, Koga, Fausto and Kaz gave me a little info as well but, I want to hear it from you.”
And that effectively wiped the cheerful smile right off her face. Did he mean she had to talk about that, now? It had been, she calculated in her head, eight months since that had happened and it was still difficult to talk about. How much did he already know? Not much from her mother. Possibly more from Kaz. Koga and Fausto she wouldn't have expected to talk about it much.
"I asked about the eyepatch first," she pointed out glumly. If he insisted, she'd give him some of the facts, but if she could weasle out of it by not answering at first and he didn't press her, she wouldn't say anything further. It was not pleasant to think about, let alone relive by telling or showing.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 16, 2010 15:01:07 GMT -6
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A smile touched his lips when she squeaked to see him, he had seen Kat around the mansion a few times and had been on a mission or two with her but he never thought she would squeak to see him. His smile faded when she asked what happened to his eye, it was a similar effect he would have on her when he asked her to talk about the incident he heard about. When she craned around to get a closer look at the patch Sam leaned closer to her so she could see it. He wasn’t hiding the patch far from it, if she wanted to see it he would gladly show her, talking about it is a different story.
Sam didn’t respond right away but decided to carry the conversation onto another topic, ”I think it might be time to start proper training for the X-kids so we can deal with future incidents, you like the adult X-Men are a valuable part of this place and are the future of a team I think I’ll be rounding you guys up in the future to get you a tad more organized and if possible help you cut down on major damage to the city, but for your first time, I think I couldn’t have done better myself.” Lied Sam as he leaned forward to stretch his back, he of course would have just freeze the giant clay figure, it might have been earth but it still had water in it and he found out that even with the slightest air pocket he could force it to expand like he did when he fought with Kat’s friend Geo.
”Never sell yourself short Kat, mutations don’t make you who you are and if your capable or rallying that is a special gift that most others don’t have, they rely on titles and status to do it, and even then they have a hard time doing it, I myself have a hard time once in a while when giving orders to certain team members.” Death Star came to mind but he quickly shut her out of his mind and was brought back to the present to examine Kat’s newest scar. Three claw marks marked it’s way down her arm, which caused a little concern that was quickly shaken away when he realized that Kat wasn’t too worried about it.
”I have also been hearing about that rallying power of yours, it seems a few of my students have fallen to your charm, though I can really only say student because I haven’t seen Fausto in a long while. Koga on the other hand…” Sam smirked slightly and eyed Katrina for a minute before he changed the subject.
”Nothing cool about a eye patch, I don’t really use it for a fashion sense though, I have been noticing a lot more looks of interest lately.” he said as he smirked slightly, there was a large portion of women that he noticed staring at him whenever he went out a fact that he appreciated since his recent breakup. Though he doubted anyone would be still interested if he removed the patch. It was just a milky eye that he couldn't close do how the eyelids healed.
”That’s true you did ask about my eye patch first, however, you need to remember I’m teaching the lesson…” his voice was stern for a moment but the sternness quickly faded as he leaned back to stretch out some more muscles, ”Though, I guess, I can answer it…”
Sam pulled the eye patch down slightly to reveal the beginnings of a large knife wound starting at the eyebrow and going down. ”The thing you need to know about the X-Men is it’s not some game, people get hurt or worse, I made a mistake and it cost me my eye in the process, though it was to help someone I loved so I can’t say it was a major loss…” Sam said his right eye started to gaze the floor. It was to help Alex and in the end the loss of his eye was one of the reasons she left him.
Letting out a sigh Sam smiled and looked up, ”Someone ran a knife from here…” Sam pointed to right below his eyebrow and then moved his finger down the patch to trace the wound that scared over making it impossible to see out of his left eye, ”To here...” he looked up and back to Kat and his closed his right eye for a second as he leaned back with a smile, ”That’s cool right?” he asked curiously before pointing a finger up to the sky then pointing it to Kat, ”Your turn! And make sure you go into detail”
At the mention of Fausto and Koga falling prey to her "rallying power" Katrina blushed and glared at the same time. How the heck did he know that? Was he spying on her or something? It wasn't like she ran around holding hands with either of them. If she had to guess, she would blame it either on video cameras or a telepathic rumor-mongering student. In either instance, it was a good reminder to be on guard.
Luckily, Sam quickly changed the subject so she didn't have to either confirm or deny his suspicions. Either would have sounded incriminating whether or not it was truth.
She shuddered when he mentioned the knife that damaged his eye, not because it was scary or anything, but because she had been a hairs breadth away from the same fate. So, it seemed it was time to tell Sam the reason that she was here.
"I never thought it was a game. I worry about you guys every time you go away on a mission. And I worry about the others, too," in the Order and the third group no one ever talked about. When she had friends on both sides, fights were always bad.
"Cool, yeah," at least it would be if it wasn't such a creepy reminder of her own misadventure.
"I made a mistake, too," she admitted. "It was when Calley was missing and no one was looking for him. No one seemed to care except for me, so I went to go look. I was kidnapped and tortured. Tied up, stripped, burned, cut. Slate saved me."
She raised her eyebrow at Sam to see how he would react. It had actually been easier to spit that out than she had expected.
"That's why I am supposed to take self defense, so if something like that happens again..." she could get him before he got her. Violence to prevent violence. That's why she didn't want to do it, it seemed wrong to hurt other people so she wasn't hurt. Not that she wanted to get hurt again, she'd just prefer to turn invisible and run. And actually have it work.
Posted by Cold Steel on Mar 24, 2010 10:21:13 GMT -6
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Sam blinked or rather winked due to the loss of his eye not mentioning why no one was really looking for Calley when he left. There was of course good reasoning behind it, he tried to kill Luke and almost succeeded not only that but he admitted to being a spy. Sam didn’t really take Calley leaving personally even though his hand was swatted away by the shape shifter when Sam offered him a second chance. Even though Calley was still attending classes at the mansion Sam hadn’t really seen or heard from him. Needless to say the situation was a mess, but he’d rather know Calley was in the mansion than not know where he was.
Listening intently Sam nodded his head and watched Kat’s face hoping they would reveal how she felt and now felt about the situation. Nodding his head slowly Sam walked over and patted her on the shoulder, ”I’m sorry, you had to go through that…” he had a feeling he had been through something similar thought the torture was more recent than everything else, but he didn’t want to be the guy that said, ‘Been there done that’.
”How do you feel about the situation now? What you went through?” scared would be his first guess, she would have to be crazy not to be scared in that situation but fear, even though it can be an excellent motivator does more harm than good so he figured he’d start by talking about how she was feeling and why she was feeling them, this along with some basics he covered with Fausto, Koga, his brother, and a few other of his students would consist of the first class for Katrina.
”What I teach is self defense yes, but also other things, less violent in nature that will help you focus on how to avoid situations like that if possible.” taking a step back Sam bent his knees and placed one hand on his stomach and one on his chest and started to breath. ”First lesson of the day is breath,” breathing in and out the hand over his chest didn’t move, however the hand over his stomach rose and fell with each breath. ”How do you breath, Katrina?”
He didn't hug her or belittle her or make her feel sorry for herself all over again or ask for more details or try and give her a pep talk. Just a simple, >>> ”I’m sorry, you had to go through that…”
It was almost like he had gone through something similar, considering where he'd just been and the scars he'd come back with it probably was a fair guess, and he knew to avoid all the meaningless fluff that people could spout after they learned about something like that. At this point in time, it was what she needed; someone who understood and didn't press too much.
“It's over,” she responded to his question. “I just want to go on with my life now,” and as she said it, she realized it was true. She hadn't forgiven, not really, nor had she forgotten, but she was ready to just move onward. Onward to defense training and pilot lessons and not worrying about getting kidnapped at any time.
Thus, began the training.
>>>”How do you breath, Katrina?”
Katrina looked at him incredulously. Really? This was self defense training?
“With my lungs?” she hazarded, only partly sarcastic. “I don't really need practice breathing, though. I've played oboe for several years and breath support is a big part of that, so...yeah.” Really, they could skip the breathing practice and she'd be fine.
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 5, 2010 19:16:05 GMT -6
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His hands fell from his chest and stomach as one remained at his side and one flew up to his left eye where he scratched the side of the eye patch. He didn’t have an itch it was mainly used for a means of a distraction momentarily. He blinked at Kat for a moment and debated how to react to her statement. She didn’t need practice breathing because she played the oboe… he blinked again and mentally shrugged.
Mentally deciding to give his breathing exercises in his more advance classes he continued on and didn’t take Kat dismissing his lesson as a bad idea to seriously. Breathing in an out and becoming a master of his actions opposed to being a prisoner of his reactions he took a step back from Kat.
”Computer, punching mitt!” Sam yelled out as the floor opened up a few inches to his right and spat out a punching mitt. Placing his hand in the glove he punched it once himself letting out a loud clap and then walked closer to Katrina, ”Alright, let me see how you punch, hit it as hard and as fast as you can alright?” said Sam as he bent his knees and readied his arm for the blow. ”Don’t forget to breath when you hit it…” Sam said smiling from behind the mitt. Even if she was well practiced with an oboe he doubted it would help much.
Eye locked on Katrina’s body he looked to her waist then to her feet then to her fist collecting every detail and coming up with mental notes on what he should work on her with before her other lesson the one she was here for.
He didn't respond to her answer about breathing, other than blinking at her. (Or was it winking, technically?) For a moment he just stood there, then barked at the computer, ordering up a pair of heavily padded mitts. She guessed that had been the wrong answer, then. One time only, he demonstrated how to hit the white spot on the padded mitt. Then it was her turn.
Punch and breathe. Katrina readied her fists against her chest like a boxer. The giant gloves loomed before her, the little white spot waiting for her little white fist. As hard as she could, she swung toward the glove with her right hand.
*SMACK*
Oww.
She stepped back and shook the tingles out of her fingers. That hadn't felt good at all. Surely she had done something wrong? How was she supposed to hit it many times in a row when she couldn't even hit it once?
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 7, 2010 9:55:04 GMT -6
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Titling his head trying hard not to laugh he just smirked and then laughed mentally in his head. She followed through, which was the reason her hand hurt after she hit the pad, he didn’t see the strike but he knew enough about striking that you get the hand tingles (which she was currently shaking out) when you don’t tense your wrist and keep it stable. One of the first things he noticed however was the amount of power behind it. His hand hardly moved from where he started. Something that he had to remember was natural considering that not only weaker than his other students but she had never had the need to learn how to strike.
”Hmmm…” Sam said as he stood up no longer crouching waiting for her to hit the mitt. ”Keep shaking it, it’ll be back to normal in a second.” removing the glove and setting it on the ground Sam looked to Kat and took a look at her arms. ”Have you ever thrown a punch before this?” he asked curiously getting himself into a fighting stance. He stood to the left of Kat and faced the same direction as her and held up his right fist and balled it up.
It was a tight fist one that was palm down facing the ground and his thumb was tucked on the outside under his fingers, out of harms way when he would strike. Lowering his tight fist to Kat’s level Sam rotated it around so she could see it properly. ”It’s important to tense the wrist and the fist when you strike, other wise you could end up hurting yourself. Reason your hand started to tingle.”
He cleared his that and continued, ”Your gonna be physically weaker than most of my other students but if you can throw them right it won’t matter how strong they are you’ll end up winning. Might isn’t right!” Sam said as he pointed to his index knuckle and the middle one, ”These are the two knuckles you’ll be striking with when you hit a target.” Sam moved his hand up into a guard and then threw the hook (the kind of punch he was teaching her).
”Another key detail is the rotation in your body, your hips are where all your power will be coming from, if you don’t rotate you won’t get any power." Nodding his head he rotated threw the strike as slowly as possible so she could pick up on the key details, like how the elbow should be level with the fist and shoulder, how the arm wasn’t fully extended, and more importantly the rotation in the hips, ”All in the hips, all in the hips.” said Sam as he continued to throw the strike at the same pace till she mimicked him.
There was some sort of emotion bubbling up within Sam that he was trying hand not to show. It came out as a smirk rather than full fledged whatever-it-really-was. Katrina's eyes narrowed slightly. Funny, was it? She continued to shake her hand until it felt more normal.
Had she ever thrown a punch before this? She tried to remember. She hadn't had any brothers to practice on, nor any cousins. “No,” she admitted. So it was back to the basics, in slow motion this time. Katrina formed her hand the way Sam showed her, then tried to absorb everything he was telling her. Hit with two knuckles, not the flat part of the fingers? Keep wrist steady. Rotate hips.
Katrina watched Sam's hips waggle as he rotated through his punch. Ah.
“Let me try again!” She was certain she could put it all together. Carefully she positioned her fists again, tensed her wrists, swung from her hip, hit the padded glove, hit the floor.
Err... “Too much hip spin, maybe?” She asked as she regarded Sam from the vicinity of his feet. Luckily he was not wearing a kilt. Or a wraparound towel.
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 8, 2010 11:54:24 GMT -6
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Nodding his head Sam smiled, again she was defiantly making some progress she had rotation even if it was a little much and she also had the proper fist. ”Almost had it!” Sam said as he reached down with his mitt free hand to help her up, something he wouldn’t have done with his other students Koga, and Mirror would have probably got yelled at but Kat was a different story. Sam didn’t want her to fear him yet he wanted to build a level or trust before he snapped at her.
”Sometimes less is more, but if you don’t rotate enough you won’t generate any power, you rotate to much you lose balance and hit the floor.” it was a balance like most things in his class. ”Try it again this time a bit slower till you find a good balance between control, speed, power and technique.” Sam crouched down and braced himself for another strike this time only lifting one hand up and the other remained at his side. If she did generate the strike right the mitt on his hand would be forced a few inches from his face.
Already deciding what he would teach her next Sam waited till she grasped the idea of the proper way to strike with a hook, he would then show her how to throw a front punch followed by a reverse punch. After she would get a grasp on these Sam would show her something that was more her style opposed to striking.
Katrina worked well under gentle coaching conditions. Even though she didn't particularly like the subject matter, she did want to please Sam. She wanted him to be proud, and the gentle hints about how to improve made her want to improve even more. Likely, if he had yelled, she would have shut down and wanted to quit. Instead, he gave her a hand up and a third chance, and a fourth, and a fifth.
By the sixth slow motion punch, Katrina felt like she was actually getting the technique of the motion down. Gradually she increase the speed that she swung her fists and the force with which she hit until she actually felt the Sam's mitted hand move a little bit. It kind of surprised her. Swish. She swung again, harder. Again, the mitt moved. And her hand didn't even tingle! And she hadn't fallen over!
Maybe this lesson wasn't so bad after all.
“Is that better?” She asked, looking for confirmation that she was indeed doing this right. “Now, when would I use this? And where would I aim on a bad guy?” Not that she was ready to go around punching people. It just seemed like something she should probably know, you know, in case she ever did need it for self defense.
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 9, 2010 14:05:56 GMT -6
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Nodding his head excitedly he pulled the mitt away when she hit the target a few times each one getting more and more powerful. ”Beautiful!” Sam said as he took off the mitt and set it down gently, ”You don’t give yourself enough credit you’re a quick learner, it took Fausto a little bit longer to get it right, he was convinced he was throwing it right.”
Sam smiled then pointed to the side of the head by the temple, ”The hook punch is a one of the punches I teach that is meant for power opposed to speed, the targets that complement this strike the best is the temples, the nose and the anywhere on the ribs.” he pointed to his nose then made a vague circle over his rib cage. ”I want to show you one more strike before we continue on to something more your style.”
Stepping next to her, Sam made a fist again like he did with the hook punch but this time he turned it on it’s side his palm facing inward so his knuckles were vertical. ”Now this punch his called a front punch or reverse punch, all depends on what foot you have forward in your stance, your front punch would of course be the fist that is in front and the reverse is the one in back.” the concept was simple enough to him.
”This punch is one of the faster techniques, it is designed to throw your partner off guard and do quick damage at the same time.” Sam demonstrated this punch by throwing a front punch next to Kat so she could watch his strike. The elbow was down and the fist went out and came back faster. He did it a few times again this time significantly slower so she could see the process and mechanics behind the strike. ”Good targets for this strike are the same to hook punch the only difference is beside the way the fist is throw is how you pull it back, out fast back faster.” said Sam as he picked up the mitt and put it on again.
Crouching down again like he did before Sam pointed to the white dot then said, ”Take your time till you get it, slow and steady till your comfortable with it.”
Temple, nod. Nose, ouch, shudder, and nod. Ribs, nod. She could remember those, and hopefully remember to avoid getting hit there, too.
"Wah!" Katrina stepped back. She had been unprepared for speed of his demonstration punch that landed only in air off to her side. She didn't remain startrled for long, though. Just like before she carefully copied his hand placement and his movements, with a few corrections along the way, until she had it right. This time it went a bit quicker because it wasn't to terribly different from what she had just learned. A bit of a different angle for the hand, but that was about it. Soon, she was comfortable with the second skill he had shown her.
The other thing that was happening little by little, so slowly that the little illusionist didn't even realize, was that she was gaining confidence. She wasn't holding back as much, she was more willing to try, she wasn't as afraid to fail, and she was even starting to have a little fun with it.
"Hyuh," she grunted one last time as she punched the white dot in Sam's glove then stepped back to catch her breath.
