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The Salle, Sunday Afternoon

Leia was still full of excess energy, and while Roy had been a lot of fun, attempting to seduce her roommate was just wrong. So she'd decided to do a two birds, one stone thing, and work off some of that energy in the salle. She'd told Blackagar in Macro-Tactics that she didn't know much about hand-to-hand combat. Her skills with a blaster weren't in question, but if she was ever disarmed or in close quarters, she needed to know more about defending herself. So she was punching away at a target dummy.

If it could laugh at her, it probably would.

[Expecting one, but open salle is open.]

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She couldn't exactly hop back easily, and the only way to keep her balance would have been to grab a hold of Max. She wasn't about to do that, so she fell backwards instead, landing hard on the mat on her butt.

"Hitting someone in a weak spot is a good idea," Max said as he loomed over her. "But you usually want to hit somewhere that they won't reflexively block." It was hard to catch a guy in the crotch. Most of them had learned to avoid that.

Leia picked herself back up. "All right, that makes sense," she said. "So where should I hit someone like you?"

"When someone's got a height advantage, you generally want to take shots at the legs." Max reached down to tap his knee. "Knees are especially good targets. Especially if someone has their weight planted on one leg."

Leia decided while he was bent and touching his knee might be a good chance to actually knock him down. So before he could straighten again, she lashed out at his knee.

This was probably a bad plan.

That depended. Did getting your ankle caught mid-kick count as a bad plan? Max sighed. "Not a bad idea, but even if that had landed you didn't plant yourself properly. I barely would have felt that."

Being tiny sometimes sucked.

Leia balanced on one leg, the other still in Max's hands. "So what do I do right now?" she grinned.

"You don't really have a lot of options at this point," Max pointed out. "If you're fighting someone bigger than you and they take away your mobility, that's almost always the end."

"I won't just give up," Leia said, shaking her head. "Not if there's the slightest chance I can escape. If I get caught, a lot of people could die."

"Then your best bet is to wait until you've got mobility again. At some point I'll probably let go of you, if only because this isn't the most convenient way of holding someone."

"Patience," Leia said. "I've had to learn that all my life."

Max nodded. Then he let go of her leg, wondering if she'd make a move.

Said move was to step back away from Max. "Now would be when I'd run then," she said. "But what if I'm cornered? You're blocking the door."

"You don't need to take me down, just to get past me. What that means is that you don't necessarily have to hit me if you can get me to take my eyes off of you."

What she wouldn't give to be able to know how to use the Force in a time like this.

"Or get your weapon away from you, if you have one," Leia said. That had worked with Tion, after all. Right before she killed him.

"There's that," Max nodded. "Though that won't necessarily solve the problem."

He shrugged. "A feint toward someone's eyes will get most people looking away to avoid that. You might be able to slip by."

"Something to keep in mind," Leia said with a thoughtful nod. "But now you're expecting that." She'd have to save it for later.

"What other options do you have for distracting someone, then?"

Oh, Max, that sort of question would get yourself punched by Anakin again.

"Well, it wouldn't exactly take someone's eyes off me, but...." She grinned and drew a finger down her collarbone, skimming the top of her shirt and tugging it down just a little bit.

This was so totally the island's fault.

Max raised an eyebrow... and followed her finger with his eyes. "And then what?" he asked.

Leia stepped closer. "If I have your eyes there" -- and she tugged a little lower to make sure she did -- "then I can try to get your weapon. Or run for the door."

"Why are you telling me rather than doing it?" Max asked. He was letting her keep his attention, though. You know, to help teach her.

It was all in the name of demonstrating, right? Distraction techniques!

"I am doing it," Leia said, moving even closer until there wasn't really much space between them. She moved her hand to play with her hair as she trailed the fingers of the other up Max's arm. "How am I doing?"

"I'll note," Max said, very carefully not moving a muscle, "that you haven't managed to escape yet."

Oh, right, she was supposed to be escaping. Spoilsport.

She feinted toward him, then abruptly darted to the side and tried to make it to the door.

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