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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2019 5:31:10 GMT -4
Today, Rimma was heading for a part of the campus she had not been to before - the martial arts club room. She had talked with a boy named Darren in the school's chatroom, and that had led to an offer to drop by when she found the time for training guidance. It was a prospect she was still a little hesitant on, not one for sports in the past and fully aware she was likely going to be exhausted and beat up by the end of things.
After being reassured that the room had heaters, the Russian girl had decided to forgo her usual layers upon layers of coats when she finally found the time to drop by after classes. So, clad in a long sleeved black top, skirt and leggings, she walked briskly and tried to resist the urge to shiver at how immensely cold she felt. When she wasn't bundled up so much she looked like a marshmallow, it was easy to see that the short girl had long legs for her height but was otherwise solidly on the petite side.
Her knitted white cap was still present on her head, however. As was the fluffy scarf around her neck. She wore both accessories even during the height of winter, so she wasn't going to leave them behind simply because she was going to go train in a heated club room.
Walking down the halls, Rimma could make out the sounds of rhythmic thudding as she approached the room in question. Something heavy and dense was being hit hard over and over again, and the Russian girl assumed it was someone making use of a punching bag - or at least a similar exercise tool. Arms folded across her chest and hugging herself tightly, the shivering red-head hurried on inside.
Once she had, she swept her gray-blue eyes across the room in search of the boy she had come here to meet - only to furrow her brow and puff out her cheeks in dismay as she realized she had no idea what Darren looked like. She hadn't thought to ask at the time, and there was no actual guarantee Darren would even be here at the moment. She was just dropping by after class because the boy had said he was usually here around then.
There wasn't much she could do about it now, however, and Rimma pushed her dismay aside. Looking towards the source of the rhythmic thudding, she idly wondered if the person her gaze settled on was Darren. With only one way to find out, Rimma strode over with one hand pulling away from her attempts to warm herself in vain to give a light wave and a friendly smile on her face.
"Zdrastvootye!" She called out first, greeting them hello in Russian. Then, bringing her hand back down to hang at her side and trying to ignore how cold she felt, she introduced herself. "My name is Rimma Savvaeva Yemelin..." She trailed off for a moment, her tone taking on an uncertain note and the smile on her gray-blue lips turning slightly sheepish. "I am looking for Darren?"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jan 7, 2019 8:34:08 GMT -4
Bang bang, bang bang, sang the sandbag, roughed up left and right by Darren’s raging fists. With every blow sweat sailed off his body in an arc while his hair swung to the beat. His movements had a fighter’s rhythm to it, his entire body twisting and turning to put one hundred percent of his strength behind every impact. The roughness of the treatment only emphasized the quality of the training equipment; it was a wonder the sandbags were holding up so well, considering they received this treatment every day, whether it was from Darren, Jasmine or the other fighters of UA.
Clad in the same shorts he always wore for practice, the black ones with the three white stripes and the red highlights, a black tank top with the word “KEBAB” printed in white letter, hands wrapped in his classic red boxing gloves, Darren for once didn’t look like a delinquent. Seen from the back, diligently practicing like that, he looked like a professional fighter at work. One certainly couldn’t fault his enthusiasm. The bag was swinging wide, its mount a concert of clicketing chains, over and over again.
That was not to say the delinquent was unaware of his surroundings. Despite his focus, he noticed in the corner of his eye the doors of the room swinging open, something small and red-headed in its frame. Without interruption, a right shovel upper dug into the bag’s side, followed by a left hook.
“DORYAAAAAAA!” he shouted like a cliché as he finished his session with a powerful side kick, even putting a little of his quirk behind it -- as evidenced by the trail of light blue electricity trailing behind his leg and dissipating. His tibia seemed to almost slice the bag in half.
In case it wasn’t clear already, the boy was trying to show off. His kick didn’t even damage the leather, but it did cause the bag to undergo its most dramatic swing of the session, easily over forty-five degrees of angle. He went to stabilize the bag with a confident smile, as he spied the person approaching from the corner of his eye. She greeted him.
“Zdrastove… What?” he answered, eyes widening. Now that he wasn’t focused on his exercise and that he saw the new arrival up close, the delinquent couldn’t help but be taken a little aback. He looked her up and down. Who wore a fluffy scarf and a wool hat to training? And why did she look like she was still cold?
She gave him her name and asked for him, and the blondie started putting two and two together. “Oh right, right, Rimma, you’re that girl from chat. Yes, it’s the one and only Darren. Welcome to the martial arts club!” He waved around to show off the room. Sandbags on one side, tatamis on another, right in a corner… Nothing was that surprising, except perhaps for the tripod-mounted triple-barrelled tennis ball canon which rested folded in another corner of the room. It was great fun and great dodging practice, but man was it annoying to pick up the balls afterwards without Mira or another telekinetic user around.
“So, you wanted to train? Anything you’re looking for in particular? I’m a melee fighter, but we cater to all.” he added, resting his gloved hand on the bag he was martyrizing moments ago. He was sweaty, his hair was a mess and his breath a little labored, but there was an unmistakable glint in his eye, the look of a passion from someone who was happy to share what he knew about what he loved.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 17:13:06 GMT -4
Small Student, Tall Teacher
For a moment, Rimma stared - round gray-blue eyes wide - at the punching bag waiting for it to split apart. It didn't, however, and she recovered her composure as she finished her approach and gave her greeting. A greeting that seemed to confuse the muscular boy, as he partially repeated it back to her before moving on.
As it turned out, the boy was in fact the one she had come to meet and as he recognized her name and confirmed his own the bundled up red-head gave a small sigh of relief - accompanied by a light puff of frosted air. Glancing around as Darren swept his arms out to introduce her to the club room, she took a moment to raise one eyebrow quizzically at what looked to be some kind of cannon. She wasn't versed enough in sports to recognize it for what it was, leaving her mind to idly conjure up all manner of absurd ideas.
Idle thoughts that she quickly pushed aside, looking back towards Darren once again. Not paying any mind to his sweaty state - he could hardly be faulted for it, after all, if she happened to drop by in the middle of his workout routine - she gave a light nod in confirmation. "Well, I do not know precisely where would be best to start." She admitted, flashing a slightly sheepish smile.
Despite the fact that Darren was obviously catching his breath and a little tired, there was an eager enthusiasm to his demeanor. So, her smile turning more confident she continued. "If your specialty is melee fighting, then perhaps that would be best? I need to learn how to defend myself, and it would be no good to waste your time with simple exercises I could do alone, no?" Then, after a small pause she gave a slight rub of her arms before adding a request with a hopeful look on her face. "Though, you mentioned there being a heater? Perhaps we could turn that on before we start - just enough so that I am not freezing myself while trying to learn?"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jan 10, 2019 21:07:10 GMT -4
The new new girl wanted melee fighting, then. That was something he could do. “Aye, that’s something I can do,” he confirmed. But then she rubbed her arms -- here she was looking like she was cold again, despite the scarf and the hat. “Right, yes, you asked for a heater. I’m guessing it has to do with your quirk? I had a buddy who was a walking AC. Ain’t in school no more.” He marked a pause, saying nothing. He still didn’t know what to think of Maxi after what had transpired. “Anyway,” he said, “Warm up while I get the heater and set that shit up. Go run on the tatamis, that’ll warm you up. And remove your shoes!”
The tatamis were perhaps one of the only things Darren took good care of, along with his boxing gloves and his cleats.
Either way, he went to the back room and came out a minute later carrying a large heater -- the room was rather large, after all -- meant for situations just like those, with a pair of gloves on top, and the gloves he was wearing before tied in by their laces and hanging from his neck. The staff of UA were discovering every day the new and unique challenges that came with raising a bunch of quirked individuals in a comfortable environment. The delinquent didn’t seem to have much of a problem carrying the heavy thing to a wall outlet and setting it down carefully before he plugged it in. He shouted:
“Alright, it’s up! Come over here, you’re warmed enough.”
Darren set up the heater near the punching bags he was pounding on earlier. When Rimma got here, he threw her the pair of gloves. They were simple gloves, closed with a velcro strip, designed for hitting the bag and training rather than professional matches -- a contrast the the classic red-and-white-and-lace he was wearing earlier, which were now hanging from his neck.
“First things first, put up a guard. Like this.” The delinquent raised his fist to his face, left one slightly in front. His body was angled at forty-five degrees towards the bag, and his left foot forward. “That’s the regular-ass orthodox stance in boxing if you’re a rightie. You want to get back in stance after a punch and your guard back up, at least while you’re still a noob. It’s a good habit when you panic. Saves you from getting decked in the face. The trick to remember is to tap your cheeks with your gloves after a punch. Or bite the thumbs, but that looks stupid as fuck, and don’t do that to my gloves or you will get decked in the face.” A huge grin accompanied the casual menace, Darren’s cryptic way of letting the girl know it was a joke.
“Alright, and now to punch. First up, the jab.” He demonstrated. His gloveless left fist flew from his guard, searing through the air, snapped against the bag, and was immediately pulled back. It seemed only the deliquent’s shoulder, arms and wrists moved at all. “It’s easy. You want to relax your arm, don’t force making a fist inside the glove, just let your hand rest. Then immediately snap it forward, and when you impact, that’s when your arm should be tensed. Like snappin’ a wet towel. And then you immediately pull back, keep that guard up or it will bite you in the ass.” A metaphorical lightbulb popped above his head. “Practice that. I’ll be right back.”
He scuttled off again with malice in his step, came back with a boxful of tennis balls, which he casually set up behind the sandbag his new pupil was punching, not saying a word, whistling a little tune, even. He grabbed a bunch in his left hand and a single one in his right, that he kept bouncing up and down with a smile on his face. “More snappy! Put some nerve into it! And get back on guard!”
Without warning -- though it was fairly predictable from the moment he grabbed them -- he threw a tennis ball at the girl right after she was done with her jab. Darren certainly was passionate, but he was not a soft teacher at all; it could be said that he believed in the “chuck him in the pool” approach to teaching kids how to swim, or, in this case, to teaching small russian girls how to punch. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2019 21:56:31 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - Dar Dyson's PUNCH OUT! -
"Well," muttered Arisu to herself, "Gym Gamma's a bust. I guess they only replace the concrete so often, and I don't want to go messing up some class's lesson plan or anything." The girl had recently been informed of this due to having spent some time practicing and sparring in the concrete-loaded gymnasium lately, and- while she hadn't been chastised too strongly, she still felt bad about damaging what was going to be the foundation for another class and making more work for others. "Well... until I can figure out a safe way to train with my quirk, I suppose it's gonna be focus on the fundamentals. Rin has a course laid out for athleticism, but it'll be up to me to continue my brawling training! Firewall can't just be a ranged fighter! She's gotta be someone folks are scared to engage up close! Awesome at range, and amazing up close!" Arisu clenched her fist in front of her, expressing her determination to... well, herself. It was really easy to end up down in the dumps, what with the sort of toll her quirk took on her. The visible side effects didn't last long, and she was quietly grateful- most folks didn't have a built in "overload meter" to mark when they had gone too far, and she did- but the emotional effect of the lowered heart rate meant she ended any exercise she did using her quirk on a low note, even if she'd been successful. It was important, to her at least, to counteract that as best she could with all the positivity she could muster.
As she approached the room she'd identified as the one best equipped to practice jabs, hooks, uppercuts, combos and the basic speed and power she needed to move from being an amateur to being able to defend herself if she didn't have the option to blast about with her quirk, she could hear activity and voices from inside. She hesitated, fingers a bare inch from the doorknob, her own negativity cutting into her for a brief, painful moment. Maybe they didn't want company. Maybe they were busy, and happy all on their own. Maybe they'd be better off if she just went back to her room. But these were all familiar insecurities, and Arisu would sooner get tied up in literal knots on a literal railroad track than let them get the better of her! A brief scrunch of her face in determined focus, and she opened the door, flinging it wide and putting on her best smile for those inside.
She didn't even fully register precisely who she was looking at. One was completely foreign to her experience, and the other wasn't in the clothing she usually associated with the diminutive redhead. It wasn't until she was in the room, training gloves similar to Rimma's already on, water bottle and after-workout bento set aside, that she realized it was in fact Rimma taking cues from the student with the tennis balls.
"Oh!" She'd intended to keep to herself and out of the way, but she found herself speaking up before her nerves could take the reins. "Rimma! Hello! And to sensei, too, hello! I'm Arisu- Disukodo Arisu, from Rimma's class. Are you another student? And- if it isn't too forward, could I perhaps join the two of you? I was hoping to get some practice time in today, and if it's easier, I don't mind rotating around the bags and such to keep out of your way, if that's easier?" She resisted the urge to scuff her feet, and trapped her hands together behind her, smile as resolute as ever as she waited for the palpable eternity between her question being asked and the answer she received... even though it was probably more like an instant or two in real time, nerves had a way of expanding a second to a decade.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2019 13:55:37 GMT -4
Slow And Steady Gets You Pelted With Tennis Balls
With a second nod to show she understood, she took her shoes off as Darren excused himself to fetch the heater. Hugging her arms close to herself, she strode over to the odd panel flooring that she was hoping was in fact the tatamis. Then, putting her chills aside, she started lightly jogging around and around - tracing a line across the outer rim, long red hair swaying back and forth freely and her breath coming out in little puffs of frosted air as she went.
Focused on making sure she warmed up properly, even if the light exercise didn't actually make her feel any warmer, Rimma didn't notice Darren's return until he called out for her. Scurrying over, she was briefly surprised as he tossed a pair of gloves at her - fumbling about for a moment in an effort to catch them. As she slipped the pair of gloves on, she listened and watched as the athletic boy started explaining some fundamentals.
When he took a stance, Rimma was quick to try and mimic it - glancing several times between how he had his feet and how she should place hers, and still ending up just slightly off. She gave another nod as she tried to commit his suggestions to memory. For a moment she was startled by the threat, until she noticed the broad grin on his face and she gave a light laugh in a mix of relief and good humor. "Nothing to worry about - I stopped sucking on my thumb when I was a little girl."
Her own joke given back in turn, Rimma's expression turned focused as Darren started explaining proper technique again - brow furrowing slightly as the boy's fist snapped out a little too fast for her to properly track. She got the jist, though, and nodded along some more as he described the proper way to go about it. Left to practice it on her own for a little while, the Russian girl started throwing slow and awkward punches at the bag.
She continued at this hesitant pace until Darren shouting out at her caught her by surprise - swiftly followed by a tennis ball hitting her right right in the side. Flinching, her first instinct was to rub at where the spot that had been hit. She stopped herself, however, as the instructions he barked out at her registered and she furrowed her brow and puffed out her cheeks in concentration.
To someone else it might look like she was pouting, but even so she did her best to put her guard back up and on her next punch she put more oomph into it than she had been previously. It was still not a good jab, but it was better. As she continued throwing punches, and possibly getting hit by tennis balls whenever she messed up, a new arrival went momentarily unnoticed as she tried to keep her focus.
Then a familiar voice called out in greeting, and she turned her head to the side. Expression lighting up, she dropped her guard again and listened. Giving an inviting smile, Rimma greeted her in turn before replying. "Zdrastvootye, Arisu! I would not mind you joining in at all - the more the merrier, no?" As she gave her acceptance, however, she glanced with a slight amount of uncertainty towards Darren - she wasn't sure if the athletic boy was comfortable suddenly having two to teach.
Something Arisu had said caught up to her a second later, however, and she flicked her gray-blue eyes back to the other girl curiously as she asked. "Ah, do you already know how to box?"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jan 12, 2019 17:30:27 GMT -4
The devil in a student’s body that was Daimon Darren continued chucking his tennis balls inexorably. To an exterior observer, this would have looked like an extremely strange case of bullying, where the bullyer encouraged the bullyee to block the hits. “Faster on the pullback,” commanded Darren as he threw another ball, aiming mercilessly for the face. He wasn’t going so far as throwing them full strength at a girl half her size (more or less, it’s not an exact science), but he was putting enough peps behind his flicks of the wrist that Rimma would feel compelled to block them -- the point being that in a real fight, if you don’t get back on guard, you get hurt. And it's much more painful than tennis balls.
That is until something distracted Rimma and she dropped her guard. The delinquent side-eyed the new arrival, another girl. She looked extremely tense and was hiding gloved hands behind her back. Meanwhile, the exercise had seemingly completely left the short Russian’s mind, leaving the blondie halfie to toss a tennis ball up and down in his right hand, patiently waiting for Rimma to finish talking with a big smile.
“SURPRISE VILLAIN ATTACK!” he yelled as he threw another ball, faster this time. It still wouldn’t be anything to knock the girl out or even ring her head or really hurt, but still, Darren had a lesson to teach, no matter how… Disputable his methods might be.
“All y’all newbies comin’ in after Semper Fi are soft! Way too bloody soft!” Once again, he extended his arm out at the facility. “Look at all this shit we have. And that’s just the bloody martial arts club, wait ‘till you see Geist-sensei’s classes! Let me remind y’all this is hero school, and the top one in whole damn country, if not the world. Y’all read the news, dontcha? ‘Cause if so, you know a bunch of us were duking it out with soldiers not a month or two ago. I had to disarm some crazy bitch tryna shoot at us with a gun, and I was one of the lucky ones cause that’s all the bullets I had to dodge. Go ask Chimmy or Alex if you wanna hear some shit. Actually, don’t ask Chimmy. He’s sensitive ‘bout that stuff. Oh, and welcome to the martial arts club, Discord Girl.”
The poor girls were getting a prime introduction to Darren’s personality and the way he went from 0 to 100 with a quarter-turn of the key. He was not shouting or yelling, but his voice was definitely loud and authoritative -- he’d been taking cues from the principal and his boxing coach -- and he was letting poor Rimma have it for little more than a small lapse of concentration, something that any regular high school kid would have done.
The thing was, according to Darren, at least, that they weren’t normal high schoolers. He’d been thinking that for a while, what with how no one seemed to realize they were training to be riot cops in colorful costumes, but ever since Semper Fi happened, he felt only comforted in his thoughts that everyone ought to take this seriously. He knew that was harsh and probably not the best way to make friends, but he didn’t care. The delinquent had no patience for the weak-willed individuals who came in an out of Yuuei, quitting after a month or two, unable to cope with the P.E. classes or mentally destroyed after they took a thrashing from Jasmine or one of the less patient top students in a sparring class. He himself had an habit to declare stupid challenges in an effort to level the playing field, which to some was equally demoralizing.
He scratched his head. “What I mean is that you gotta keep your guard up at all times in your head. Be ready for anything. Some of us are already all over the news, there’s bound to be some crazy villain jumping someone in the street someday. All I’m saying is you gotta training seriously. Greet your friends later.” Alright, good enough, he thought to himself. He wasn’t stupid; he knew how his opinionated demeanor could put people off. He didn’t have that falling out with Yumi for nothing, so now, he figured he had to explain why he was being an ass, or, in Darren’s own words, why they thought he was being an ass while actually, their beloved senpai was imparting his sage wisdom onto them to keep them out of trouble, because he was just that cool.
He had a bit of a superiority complex. And ego issues, too.
“Anyway, if y’all serious about becoming heroes, let’s keep going. Discord Girl, you box or these gloves just for show? Well, don’t matter, we 'bout to see. Both of you, put up a guard, we're gonna play a game. The objective is to touch the other person's head as much as possible. After you touch their head -- anywhere on the head -- you have to tap your chin. I'll be counting the taps. Let's see about a one-minute round for starters. Ready? Doesn't matter. Go!” |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 23:55:40 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - Beginner B(r)all -
Rimma's welcoming greeting earned the girl a wave and a beaming smile, but she tracked the uncertain gaze towards the fellow in charge of the lesson just in time to see him whip a tennis ball at Rimma, shouting about villains and ambushes! It was just a tennis ball, and it did seem to be part of the lesson, so Arisu just winced at the apparant distraction she had inflicted. He laid into them both, calling them soft, which... if she was honest, wasn't in accurate. She stood still where she was, hands knotted behind her, chin up in something between defiance and determination. Her lips went tight at the mention of getting shot at by soldiers, and her eyes flicked to Rimma, remembering a particular conversation they'd had lately. Where there was smoke, there was fire, and if the gunsmoke there didn't count as a warning sign of the worldfire she was expecting, then she didn't know what did.
"Alex- Fenrir, right? I'll ask him to share. I- knew of Semper Fi, but... loosely. I didn't know many details. I'm glad you're alright. But you're not wrong. We're soft. We both are. I came here knowing that, knowing that I had a long way to go to... even be someone that you guys could trust to have your backs on the battlefield. I need to develop a lot of skills, I need to harden my mind so I can stand with you when guns start cracking. So... please." She dipped into a deep bow at the waist. "Take good care of me- I'm in your hands."
She straightened as Darren confirmed a few moments later that it was, in fact, the distraction that had left Rimma getting punished. She was hearing a lot of her own thoughts back from the more senior student, and she nodded a lot, glancing at Rimma, hoping that she wouldn't end up feeling ganged up on. Her eyes flicked back to Darren, and she tipped her head in another nod as she spoke. "That's... how I feel. Rimma and I spoke about something along these lines. We're... hoping Rimma's got the right of it, that we're all building up to something that won't be necessary in the end." But, she communicated by omission, they were both willing to train in case they were wrong, and they were needed.
Once invited up with Rimma to practice, she did, watching Darren as he laid out their instructions. Take up a guard, try to hit the other's head in any way they wanted, they would have to tap their chin and, preferably, resume their guard. She flashed a quick thumbs up without looking when Darren asked, choked back a laugh when he said it didn't matter-
-and promptly introduced Rimma to her competitive side, fists first! The instant Darren called go, she was moving, swinging the padded side of one fist- on Rimma's left side- at Rimma's left glove, aiming to bat it away and expose Rimma's forehead for a blow. She knew the forehead would be the least uncomfortable and most startling place to take a hit, and did her best to chain the blows as quickly as she could, whipping her hands back and tapping her chin as she did her best to get them back up and into a proper boxer's guard before Rimma could react, whether she hit or not- she'd get in more trouble, she assumed, for forgetting to tap than for tapping when she didn't need to. She watched Rimma closely, as well, hoping she could pick up on the girl's telegraphs enough to safely bop the other girl's fist out of the way on approach to open her up for another quick tap!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2019 22:56:06 GMT -4
The tennis balls that hit her stung, and the first few were distracting. Rimma didn't complain, however, instead trying to focus through it and take note of where she needed to do better - Darren's methods were stressful for someone as fresh to boxing as she was, but she was determined not to let it overwhelm her. Both because she had come here to train, and because she had heard of such methods before and was fairly certain they would prove effective if she powered through it.
That didn't stop her from being completely distracted by Arisu's arrival, though. When Darren suddenly declared a 'surprise villain attack' and chucked another ball at her, she snapped her head in his direction - only to have the tennis ball bounce right off her forehead with another stinging thud. Wincing slightly and reflexively reaching up to rub at the spot, even though no real harm had been done, she listened as the more experienced boy started shouting out reprimands and criticism.
In any other situation, sudden ranting like that would have annoyed and frustrated the Russian girl - but here, as the other boy's student for the time being, she listened as attentively and respectfully as she would any of her other teachers. As Arisu commented that both of the girl's were soft and in need of hardening, Rimma brought her hand away from rubbing at her forehead to give a nod of agreement. Brow furrowed and speaking in a serious tone, she gave a slight incline of her head in an imitation of a polite bow and replied. "I cannot help being soft right now, but that is why I am here - to train and grow stronger."
Straightening up again, her tone turned more confident - but not arrogant - as she added. "You will see - we will be fighting with the best of them in no time." Then, she fell silent again as Darren's demeanor shifted and he explained himself in a more calm manner. While she did not quite agree with the necessity for not taking a second to greet a friend, she did get the spirit of what he was getting at and she could appreciate that much.
Not feeling the need to chime in this time, she just gave a nod of agreement at what Arisu had to say - differences in outlook aside, the heart of the matter was they needed to be train and study hard to do their duty when the time came. To Rimma, that time would be several years away yet, but that did not mean she had much time to waste. As it was, she had been here around a month or so and it was clear she needed to catch up to some of her fellow students when it came to athletics.
So, when Darren suggested Arisu and herself spar she had no objections whatsoever. Focused intently on instructions, she brought her guard up the way the boy had instructed her to before - though it was still far from a perfect guard. When it was time to start, Rimma tried to make the first move.
Only for Arisu's hand to snap out faster than she could even begin to take action, slapping her left hand aside with ease. Eyes wide, Rimma felt a glove bop against her forehead even as she tried to bring her right hand in to compensate. Brow furrowing and cheeks puffing out in concentration that would likely look more like pouting, Rimma tried to regain her composure - bringing her left hand back in before snapping out with her right one.
The other girl was more experienced and too fast for her to easily track, and the Russian was under no impression that her punch would be difficult to defend against. Before it would actually go to bop against Arisu's defense, however, she would pull back short in an attempted feint - bringing her right hand back and putting it up to guard, while the left snapped out instead. If Arisu did attempt to bop the faked punch aside, Rimma was aiming the real one for the opened space in her defenses.
If the feint actually worked or not, however, was another matter entirely.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 3:50:39 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - Beginner's Luck - So much of what was happening reminded Arisu immediately of her start in the sport of boxing. Getting paired against other girls her age, learning not to be afraid of throwing punches, not to be afraid of fists coming at her face- learning, mostly, how not to be afraid. It was after that where the learning really began- technique, timing, prediction, understanding, adaptation- how to play her opponent instead of simply throwing her skills at them.
It was, to be fair, surprising to find Rimma feinting so quickly into their match. Her fist slapped through empty air as her partner whipped her hand back into place and reversed her lead hand to throw a punch towards the gap in her guard from attempting to punish Rimma's reaction. She had presumed success and was already starting to throw another punch, one she had to redirect as she leaned back, impacting crosswise on Rimma's punch, combining with the distance added by her lean to send the gloved fist just past her head instead of straight into it.
Rather than waste any of the momentum created by her pivoting lean or the movement of her fists, even as she brought her deflecting hand back into position beside her head, she continued with the swirling shift of her weight, sliding from a lean back and to the side to come full circle as her other hand, the one duped into an empy slap downwards, came out, up, and back in towards Rimma's head as Arisu swung her torso forward after her circling dodge. She was getting into it- maybe a little too into it, as the punch she threw wasn't aimed just to make contact, it was a full-blown punch with her weight behind it. Surely not enough to actually injure Rimma, but enough to knock her to the side and possibly spark a few stars? Just maybe.
In either case, Arisu wasn't done yet. Regardless of whether the hook came in and popped Rimma upside her head, she used the sidelong momentum to throw herself to the opposite side of Rimma from the direction of her blow, and as she pulled back her striking fist to guard again- tapping her chin on the way- she planted her back foot and pivoted forward, trying to snap one more punch past the side of Rimma's guard before she fully recovered from the hopefully successful hook just a moment ago and realized she couldn't just face forward, she had to guard herself against attacks from all sides but behind. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2019 17:59:35 GMT -4
Even knowing Arisu was trained in boxing, and having seen from her opening punch how much cleaner and faster she was at it than a complete novice - Rimma still found herself falling into a very brief moment of overconfidence as her feint seemed to work. As the other girl moved to bat aside nothing but air and the red-head threw her other gloved fist forward, it didn't occur to her that her opponent could simply lean out of the way. She found herself over extending, arm reaching past Arisu's head and leaving herself wide open.
In her surprise, Rimma's left hand she had brought back on guard dipped down - a mistake that would immediately be punished as Arisu hit her right in the side of the head with a hook. The Russian girl briefly lost her footing, staggering one step to the side and briefly stunned. She gave a light shake of her head that sent her long red hair swaying, and she tried to bring her guard back up only to catch another bop upside the head from the other side.
The punches stung only briefly, no lasting harm done. Staggered back to her original position, Rimma snapped her arms up and wider out - wary of more punches from the sides. Getting her feet steady beneath her, she peeked out between her gloves with her brow still furrowed and cheeks still puffed out in concentration.
Breath coming out in steady puff of cold air, she stayed on the defensive for a moment as she tried to think of a different approach. Shifting her left foot forward, she gave a light testing jab at Arisu to see how she would react - trying to make sure not to leave herself open in the process. Only after a slight delay did she remember she needed to bring it back to tap against her chin, moving to do so while keeping her attention on her opponent's gloves.
If her testing jab provoked a response, Rimma would try to skip backwards just to be extra defensive. If Arisu pursued she would throw out another jab to try and ward her away, remaining on the defensive. If she did not, the red-head would step forward right foot first this time and give a second testing jab.
It was rather obvious poking and prodding, but Rimma was trying to get a feel for how Arisu moved and how quick her punches came rather than actually score hits of her own at the moment.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Jan 17, 2019 3:17:29 GMT -4
Hell, they were bowing n’ shit. Even claiming they were gonna be duking it out with the best of them around school. Very well, thought the delinquent with a smile as the little impromptu match started. Let’s see what they have in store.
Discord Girl opened with a one-two, knocking away Rimma’s guard before driving the second punch home and tapping her chin. “One-zero Discord,” called out the blondie, who was side-stepping around the two girls like a boxing referee, watching the match from every angle. “Rimma, tighter guard,” he commanded.
Surprising even him, the redhead attempted a feint; but it surprised him for a reason, and it was that Rimma didn’t have the hand speed to pull off a convincing one yet against a regular practitioner. Arisu seemed a little surprised, but she was able to react quick enough to lean away from the punch and came back with a powerful hook. “Nice one!” shouted Darren. Indeed, the aim of the exercise may have been to score points, just like in amateur boxing, but also just like the sport, punching hard wasn’t a bad tactic either, as a stunned opponent was easier to hit.
And indeed Arisu did take the opportunity to pepper Rimma with another point-scoring jab. The redhead once again puffed her cheeks and tried again, with another exotic approach. After a left-handed jab, she tried a right-handed one, going southpaw for a second.
However Arisu would react, he would break off the fight at the first opportunity simply by interposing himself between the girls, clearly not too worried about taking a punch, facing Rimma. “Pause here! Coaching time.” He looked over his shoulder to Arisu. “You already know how to fight, so go shadow boxing while I explain. And with some fuckin’ heart! Senpais should show the example!”
Back to Rimma. “Using your feet ain’t a bad idea, but step to the side ‘stead of the back. It’s better, trust me. And keep that head moving! Touch your cheeks with your gloves like I told ya, and move yo head like an eight. Don’t watch her gloves, watch her shoulders. Last, just keep attackin’ like you’ve been doin’, remember the best offense is defense. Its harder to punch while bein’ punched.” That was a lot to digest at once, and Darren’s rather intense presentation of it, grabbing her gloves and showing her the moves certainly didn’t help, but he was indeed addressing all her flaws. He was rather new at this and certainly not professionally trained.
“Okay, Discord Girl, enough shadow, come back here. Rimma, do what I told you. Sidestep, move your head, watch the shoulders, keep punching. Okay, box!” |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 3:26:46 GMT -4
--- arisu --- - ROUND TWO -
Arisu was getting firmly into the groove as Rimma stayed in the fight, throwing out another jab meant to test Arisu's defenses. Rimma had less reach and less power, and the more skilled girl didn't feel any need to break her guard in response to the probing punch- nor the second, thrown as Rimma advanced. As Rimma's glove slid off her own, she whipped one of her hands down and outwards, going for a body blow that wasn't full power, but more than enough- she hoped- to give Rimma enough of an "oof" to reflexively drop her guard. If she did, she was in for another left cross to the temple- if she didn't, she'd made the right call and wouldn't have anything to worry about but a half-hearted stomach strike.
The abrupt interposition of their tutor left Arisu bounding backwards, rapidly securing her footing and guard still intact. It wasn't until she was told to step back and shadowbox that she relaxed and dropped her guard, moving off a bit. Not so far she couldn't hear, though. She wanted to contribute to Rimma's learning, and taking tips from Darren's coaching meant that she could leave openings matching his instructions to push Rimma to internalize what she was being told!
Off on her own, Arisu started throwing quirk-accelerated punches as she feigned boxing with an invisible opponent. She was still learning the exact force she needed to exert to reach max power at the very end of her punch without hyperextending her limbs, and this was part of that. The result was a series of jabs, crosses, and hooks, propelled by bursts of black flame driving backwards from around her wrists.
“Okay, Discord Girl, enough shadow, come back here. Rimma, do what I told you. Sidestep, move your head, watch the shoulders, keep punching. Okay, box!”
"Oy! Can you at least just make it Discord? That's a proper name, at least!" Arisu huffed in faint frustration, but she clearly wasn't actually in trouble. She lifted her gloves to guard position- and immediately went on the offensive. She kept herself limited to crosses and jabs, intended to remind Rimma to dodge sideways, not backwards. She let herself be predictable, with plenty of openings to lash out from behind her guard if Rimma was paying attention!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2019 6:57:30 GMT -4
Rimma wasn't used to fighting or splitting her attention, but she tried her best to both tune out Darren's presence as he paced around them while also making sure to listen to his advice - attempting to adjust her guard when he said so before her attempted feint. It didn't stop Arisu from walloping her a few times to punish it, but that was more her fault than anything wrong with his instruction. She just tried to focus on learning from mistakes as they happened.
And there were plenty of mistakes to learn from as her second prodding jab was brushed aside Arisu's other hand snapped down and out of view and a moment later thwacked right into her middle without any real resistance at all. She had been so busy defending against strikes to the head she hadn't considered ones to the body, and even though it wasn't a hard hit Rimma had hardly been hit before - so it was still enough to force her icy cold breath out of her lungs in a small snowy puff. Her guard wavered for a moment, almost dipping down and leaving herself open, but she forced the instinctive reaction aside and brought her guard tighter up around her head again before once more backing off and away from her sparring partner.
She had to catch her breath for a moment, wary and on the defensive incase Arisu tried to pursue. Darren chose that moment to intervene, though, and she relaxed a little as he called for a pause. As he went through a long series of adjustments to make and advice on what to do or not do, guiding her arms through the motions manually, she kept quiet and nodded along as she tried to commit each point to memory - thankful that he was using simple terminology she could either immediately understand or fairly easily guess at with a little thought.
When he was done and called Arisu back over, the Russian girl had a focused look on her face as she kept repeating his instructions in her head - but was briefly distracted from that as the other girl objected to the way he was addressing her. While an unwanted nickname was a little rude, Arisu seemed to have it handled and unless Darren was going to start being insistent or argumentative the red-head would simple raise her guard up again. After the advice was repeated and the sparring about to resume, she gave a confident nod towards Darren before shifting her attention fully to Arisu. "I think I understand now."
The other girl's immediate assault had her gray-blue eyes widening slightly in surprise, and for a moment she reflexively shifted a foot back behind herself to step backwards. She caught herself, shifting and slightly awkwardly pushing off her back foot into a step off to the side instead. Guard up, eyes focused on Arisu's shoulders, she managed to actually protect against being bopped upside the head again.
She was half expecting another body blow to come out of nowhere, but none seemed to be coming and she was actually starting to feel like she had a sense of... Flow, or rhythm, to how Arisu was tossing out her punches. It was only a vague idea and only really possible because the other girl was being predictable on purpose - but it was enough for Rimma to feel confident in attempting to turn the tables and take to the offensive.
As another jab came, Rimma stepped to the side and inward while shifting her head out of the way. One hand up and back to guide the punch away from her face, she kept the other at the ready incase Arisu's other hand snapped out in a follow up. Then, before the other girl started to pull back from her jab, the hand Rimma had used to deflect the attack away snapped forward to try and bop her right on the forehead.
If Arisu did try for another jab with her other hand, Rimma would try to deflect that one by repeating her maneuver - stepping in and to the side while moving her head out of the way before retaliating with another jab aimed at the forehead, while bringing her other arm back in to tap her glove against her chin like she was supposed to. If Arisu didn't attack again, the Russian girl would try to press the attack with another jab with her other hand aimed at the forehead anyways. Regardless of if either of Rimma's attacks managed to land, she would make sure to tap her chin after the second attack before snapping her first arm out down and low in an attempt to get a body blow of her own in.
Assuming any of Rimma's punches found their mark, they wouldn't be very painful at all - both because she wasn't trying to genuinely hurt Arisu, and because she honestly lacked the punching force to hit all that hard to begin with.
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