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Self-Defense - Wednesday evening, Gym

Students entering the gym in the evening are greeted with the sight of a black cat bouncing up and down on a window-sill. The gym is set up the way it always is: matts on the floor, a table with food and Alanna.

"Okay, today? We will be working on kicking. If you're being attacked, I don't recommend it unless you feel like you have enough experience to be quick about it. If you are going to kick, "kick" with your knee. If your attacker is male, aim low. If you're being kicked, try to grab and stop the foot, usually by grabbing on. If you get it right, the person should fall over, or at least loose their balance." She clapped her hands. "Pair up, practice kicking, usual rules apply. I'll be perched by the cookies and lemonade."

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Cordy was getting frustrated now, and might have been grunting a bit as she attempted to send her kicks harder and faster each time. She was really starting to want to just punch Walter in the face and see if he was still as quick. But she doesn't, because that would be wrong. So she just keeps kicking, trying to connect.

[[OOC: I'd say faster than the average human, as she has had quite a bit of experience fighting, but this is pre-super!Cordy.]]

Walter's arms and legs were probably getting a bit red under his formal clothes from the force of blocking her kicks, but he'd told her not to pull her kicks and he didn't complain.

However, she still can't quite seem to connect in a real way.

After recent embarrassing moments of his own, Walter might just be grinning as her irritation escalated.

Cordy is red in the face and sweating like a pig, but not taking a moment to slow down her attack, if she can help the exhaustion. When she noticed Walter's grin, she let out a low, guttural growl and attempted to kick even faster and harder.

The frustration mounting, Cordy found she wasn't very good at controlling her impulses any more, so quickly raised a hand to jab Walter under the jaw.

Walter slapped a hand up to deflect her jab and slid his hand along her arm to grab and twist, intending to twist the offending arm behind her.

If she's been studying, she should be able to avoid having her arm twisted painfully behind her back, he assumed.

Cordy spun with the attempted twist and kicked back, trying to get at least one kick in while he had a hand occupied. She leaned all of her weight into her shoulder and pulled down, freeing her arm from Walter's grasp.

Walter decided to stop playing with her. It wasn't really fair to piss her off and it didn't actually do anything to repair his damaged ego.

Cordy's kick hit nothing, she pulled free of a grip that suddenly disappeared.

Walter stood a meter away from her, no longer grinning. Any observers would have seen perhaps a blur of motion as he moved from one place to another.

"I apologize. Do you want to start over, or have I been unforgivably rude?"

Cordy stumbled as the force she had been trying to break free from had all of a sudden vanished. She fell on her ass, panting.

"Not unforgiveably rude," she said, gasping for air. "I'm pretty damn impressed, to be honest. And I will never ever pick a fight with you. As for starting over, I don't think I have the energy."

"Thanks, but neither of us were here for me to impress you." He leaned down to offer her a hand up. "If it counts for anything, the feeling is mutual. You obviously have had a lot of practice. If you had caught me before sparring with Nadia, you probably would have gotten me."

Cordy grinned and took his hand, pulling herself up.

"Well, thanks for the lesson. I think I needed to learn that not everyone can be hit."

Walter winced. "That seems to be the lesson of the week, yes."

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