Gym//Wednesday Evening

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

After closing up All and Sundries, Seras made her way to the gym to wait for Pip and to have her first sparring lesson.

She was looking forward to it.

After her interesting shift at the store, Seras had some tension to work out. To say the least.

[OOC: Gym is open]

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[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras had made a damn good recovery from being shot all those years ago. But, her left arm was still noticeably weaker, and she didn't have as much dexterity with those fingers.

So, she threw a quick jab with her right arm.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Alright, good jab. Try not to over-extend your arm. It makes you more vulnerable and reduces the force of your punch. Let's see your other hand."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras made a fist with her left. It was still properly done, but she couldn't get those fingers to fold in as well, making it much looser than the fist she'd made with her right hand.

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Pip raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong with that arm?" he asked.

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Seras nodded.

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Pip nodded. "Well, that's good to know later. Anyway. Other punches. Ever try an uppercut?"

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Seras shook her head, glad to move on.

"No. Is that aiming for the chin or something?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "You punch with your fist upside down as it were. I'll show you." He demonstrated.

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Seras tilted her head then tried to immitate Pip's movement.

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Pip nodded. "Very good. I know it's not easy, but could you try with your other hand?"

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Seras made a fist with her left hand and tried to make the same motion. It wasn't nearly as precise or fast. She was used to this, but her brow still furrowed.

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Pip nodded. "What happened to your arm? If you don't mind me asking."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

I got hurt

I was a little girl

A long time ago


"I was shot."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip winced. "Ouch. That'll do it. Did you do any physical therapy while it was recovering?"

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Seras nodded.

"Yeah. Of course."

Lucky to use it again, my arse. Bloody know it all doctors

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "Hmmm. You know what I think I'm going to do?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras shook her head.

"Nope. Not a mind reader, Mr. Barishnikov."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to start you off with kicks today and write off to a friend of mine. See if he's got any thoughts on training someone with an arm like yours."

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Seras shrugged.

"Kicks. Sure. Who's your friend?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"His name's Pierre. Works with the mercenary company as a medic."

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Seras nodded.

"Okay. Show me how to kick."

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Pip nodded. "Alright. Start with my personal favorite kick. The front snap kick. Quick. Clean. Efficient. Good for getting someone's shins." He demonstrated in the fighting stance he had shown Seras.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras immitated him, and was pleased to find that she was having little trouble re-adopting the fighting stance.

"Is my ankle supposted to be flexed or loose?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Flexed," Pip responded. "With the toes pulled back. You want to hit with the balls of your foot."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

So...basically the opposiet of football...

Seras nodded and tried a few more kicks, focusing on the swing of her leg and not falling out of the fighting stance.