Gym, Saturday morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

After some coffee to wake up, Dean headed down to the gym and began to make sure things were set up for Karal's self defense lesson. He'd even managed to scrunch up two staffs to start with the weapons.

Now all he needed was a certain sunpriest to teach.

[for said priest, but open for all your workout needs]

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean chuckled. "Man, you've got it bad." He feinted a lunge toward Karal but didn't actually follow through.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He ducked sideways, quick and sure-footed, and stopped when Dean did. "I might," he admitted as he watched Dean.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean feinted again, then moved in the other direction, aiming an easy punch at Karal's midsection.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal spun out of the way, ducked back and kept moving, putting as much space between him and Dean as he could.

Even though he trusted Dean not to hurt him, this still made him nervous.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Not bad," Dean said, going back to circling him. "You've got good instincts."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He shook his head, not taking his eyes off Dean. "No, Herald Kerowyn is simply very frightening. She was determined I would learn to stay alive, and so I learned. She is the Weaponsmaster in Valdemar, and leads her own mercenary company. She was a good teacher."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Sounds like my kind of woman."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal had to chuckle at that, no matter how nervous he was. "I think you would like her very much. If I ever get the chance, I'll take you to Valdemar with me and introduce you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like fun." Dean straightened up. "So you're good at evading. But what about if you're cornered and have to get by someone to get to safety?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Then I'm probably going to die," he said lightly.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Wrong answer," Dean said. "Say, you have some information you have to get somewhere so dying isn't an option."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"I would do my best to get past him. Does he have a knife?" he asked. "Or some other weapon?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"For this senario? Let's just say he's a handsome dude armed only with what god gave him," Dean said with a smirk. "We'll move on to weapons later."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal rolled his eyes at Dean, which oddly made him relax. "I would try and distract him by talking," he tilted his head, trying to apply what Kerowyn had taught him to this scenario, "and convince him I was absolutely harmless and not a threat in the least, which," he added with a wry smile, "should be easy, and then stomp on his foot as hard as I could, try and break it, and then duck past him."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Could work," Dean allowed. "But say he's wearing steel toed boots."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"They make those?" Karal asked, surprised. "All right, well, does the steel go all the way back, to here." He lifted his foot and pointed to the arch. "Because that's where I'd aim."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Probably good, but we're looking for something other than foot stomping," Dean said. "Maybe they have a peg leg or plate mail boots or something."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Very true." He lifted his hands and let them fall. "Honestly, Dean, I don't know. Probably just try and barrel past him if I couldn't talk my way out if it."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Like I said you've got good instincts," Dean told him. "You want to do something that requires minimum amount of effort on your part, that you can do fast and that will stop your opponent long enough for you to run away. We'll work on other weak spots and how to exploit them so you're not always going for the foot."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"I've yet to ever go for the foot," he pointed out. "It was all I could think of. But I'm in your hands, Dean."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Places you should be thinking as targets are the eyes, throat, crotch, knees..." Dean pointed as he recited and grinned at the end, "and yeah, feet work too. But I would probably follow a foot stomp with a hit to one of the other vital areas." He grinned even wider. "Keeps them down longer so you get more of a head start."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal shifted from foot to foot, but nodded. "Eyes, throat, crotch. All right. I'd much rather run away without hitting anyone, but if it's necessary, I'd like it to actually help."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Don't forget the knees," Dean said. "You kick someone in the knee just right, they ain't going to be running for a while."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"So if I'm cornered, distract them, make them think I'm harmless, kick them somewhere painful and run as fast as I can." He nodded. "I actually think I can do that."

Karal had survived an assassin who'd been armed with a poisoned knife and a mallet. Granted, not for very long, but he thought he could manage this.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded. "We can work on actual hitting technique and all that, but that's pretty much the gist, yeah."