fandomhighdorms | Gym [Monday Night]

Bridge comes in to the gym after Tactics of War and starts to set up for the Fight Club meeting. Which doesn't actually require any setting up at all, really, apart from picking a discarded pair of boxing gloves up off the sparring mats.

"Hey, dudes!" Bridge says once everyone's arrived. "So... I'm sure you're wondering just what the point of this club is. So I'm gonna try and explain what I had in mind. I figure there's probably two groups of people here- those of us who want to use this as a time to keep up skills we already have, and those who have some knowledge of self-defense but want to get a little more experience with offensive fighting. Teamwork is an important part of this club- it's not just going to be one-on-one sparring- because let's face it, life isn't always that fair. Sometimes we'll be evenly matched. Sometimes we'll have a smaller group against a much larger one. Learning to co-ordinate with your teammates, when to follow orders and when to give them- that's what I hope to work on with everyone here. Sound good?" He asks.

"Now... since my announcement of tonight's meeting was sort of last minute, I realise not everyone might be prepared to jump right in to fighting today. So all we'll do tonight is introductions. Names and some sort of vague general background information about why you're here."

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Pippi smiles when the backhand connects and it becomes clear John is stepping up his power. Pippi doesn't follow suit in this.

She ducks down and launches herself at his legs.

John tries to nimbly avoid the launch and deftly leap aside.

Note the "tries". It doesn't work, and he goes down in a Pippi-John heap.

D'oh.

Pippi wriggles around under John and grabs his arms in a full-nelson.

"Well... This is fun." comes her muffled voice.

Trapped is not a good place for any Connor. Especially caught like a turtle.

Turtle?

Turtle.

Using his legs (and his arms, which swing uselessly in the air like a T-Rex's), he manages to rock and twist enough to make maintaining the hold difficult. It's either this works or he starts on the fingers.

Pippi already had a questionable grip on his arms with her body twisted under him.

She lets go of his arms and tries to get a hold of him by his waist.

John rotates his body with his pelvis as a pivot so that his torso is 90 degrees to her torso and then tries to roll down her legs, away from the deadly duo of Roman Hanz and Russian Fin-Gerz.

Pippi slaps her hands down on the ground and lifts her legs to bring John back to where he previously was.

"Nerg!"

She opens her arms to John as he falls back toward her.

"Hugs?"

John focuses all of his intense Krav Maga training, military upbringing, and training from crazy ass 'relatives' to the fore as he does his best not to scream like a little girl getting tossed on an inflatable raft the first time at the ocean on a choppy day.

And then does a backwards somersault out of the crazy redhead's reach.

Pippi rolls the other way and kips up.

She stays in place, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"That was a neet move. Would you teach me that sometime?"

"Not on your life. If you turn evil, then I'll be screwed." John's smile was genuine, if teasing.

"You do know you're hella strong, right?"

"But if you turn evil then I'll need it." she grinned back and started to bounce forward.

"Oh yes, I surely am. I take after my pop. He's stronger then me... For now."

John absently rubbed his jaw. "There's someone stronger than you?"

John circled around her, making sure to stay out of grappling range for sure. He doesn't want to be snapped in half.

Pippi keeps circling John and trying to move in on him. She would mention that The Tick is stronger then her. But she hasn't met him yet at this point.

"Oh, yes. Papa is of course. I would suspect there are other people stronger then me... I met a man in town who says that he's the strongest man... In the world! People back home used to say I was the strongest girl in the world. And I guess that's true, when I'm at home..."

It dawns on her why he may have rubbed his jaw and stopped bouncing.

"I didn't hurt you did I?"

"I've had worse." John reversed his circling; at about halfway around in this new direction, he launched a flurry of attacks: low kicks designed to dislocate the knee. But Sparring!John aims a bit higher to connect with the meat of the lower thigh.

Cuz dislocated kneecaps? That's just mean.

Gym [Monday Night] - Fight Club

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