Aug 23 19:06:26 106 PA - Emayn Beats more Boxing Into Rasputin

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Subject: Emayn beating more boxing into Rasputin

Attending: Rasputin Emayn

Kingsdale - Harry's Gym

The Sparring Ring of Harry's Gym is even more spartan than the rest of the facility. It is geared towards non and lightly augmented individuals as Harry's is by and large a family facility. Nonetheless, the walls here are chemically treated and renforced and many cameras keep a watchful eye on the goings on. The actual 'ring' is a boxing ring, complete with ropes and nearby is a large open area with mats to practice martial arts and other hand to hand techniques. Of real note is that there are two armed guards here at all times -- and the place seems to ALWAYS be in use -- and a nurse's office is located nearby in the case of injuries. Apparently, Harry takes the safety of the public quite seriously.

Rasputin is in the ring already, doing some streches, and shadow boxing imaginary figures back and forth.

Ema strolls in at a jog, a bit late for her meeting, and seeming a bit upset. She approaches the ring and rolls in under the ropes, getting up to her feet quickly before offering a shrug to the dwarf, "Sorry about that, had an appointment that took a bit longer than I expected."

Rasputin turns and smiles, "Net, net. Da was good, gaivink me times to loosen up. My shorters muscles need warm time, da?" He smiles a bit, and bounces around. Today he has put on more of a boxer's atire. Light mid-calf shoes, shiney blue shorts, and no shirt. His beard is tied into a single braid and his hair is also tied up tight. "Are you needink time to warms up?"

Ema's clad in her usual gym attire, small shorts and a tank top over a sports bra, her hair pushed back and held in place by a wide cloth headband. She takes a second to stretch, joints cracking audibly before standing and looking over you appraisingly, "So," she begins, feet sliding apart a bit as she gets into a ready stance, "first, lets see how your foot work has improved, shall we?" she grins, and beckons for you to come at her.

Rasputin nods slowly, his hands of course in a pair of gloves, "Da, da." He does a small fancey little dance and chuckles, then gets serious. He keeps his feet slightly spread, and up on the ball of his foot. He moves forward, his arms up, in a good posistion, his feet moving small movements keeping his center of balance.

Ema watches as she dances around, head shaking ever so slightly, "Not bad, I guess you're doing the best you can with what ya got." she begins to float across the ring, circling you, keeping herself facing you, "Your legs are a good indication of where you're headed, and what your intentions are. Once you can move about freely and not trip over yourself, the next step is to keep your oponent guessing. Don't be afraid to bounce around, and move just for the sake of it." Her actions mimic her words.

Rasputin begins to mimic you your feet, of course he forgets about this hands at this point. His hands are nominally up, but limp and not really focusing. He is looking at his feet and your feet. Doing an alright job at following you and coping your movements.

Ema takes a wack at your head, her attempt more of a slap than a punch, "Always keep your eyes up and on your oponent." She says with a grin, "Don't just copy what I'm doing, try to understand it, and then adapt it to you. You're shorter, and a bit slower, than I am, so what I do may not work for you." She bounces a bit back, then forward, coming at you with a brief 1-2 combination, not a real attack, but to get your attention, "It'll start to feel natural, eventually, but for now, just try to keep moving, and never cross your feet."

Rasputin punches himself in the face, as he tries to block your lite punch. Of course he misses, and he chuckls softly, "Da, da." He starts to focus a bit better at this point. "Nows, lets me sees." He dances a bit, keeping his arms up, throwing quick jabs. He has forceful jabs and strong punches, but the boxing form breaks as he focuses on his punching. "Da?" He says softly as he bounces around, "Net." Rasputin notices his previous training is overrighting over the boxing training, "Shows me agains, please?"

Ema smirks and obliges, "Its hard, I know, fighting with rules, its sorta counter intuitive." she grins through the gap of her two raised gloves, her torso bobbing and weaving a bit as she looks for her opening. She's short and quick, and doesn't posses a big size advantage over you, but she doesn't seem to let the even odds phase her as she feignts here and there, attempting to throw you off a bit with foot work and swaying.

Rasputin falls for the foot work and swaying a little bit, but the feints don't affect him as much as his other training kind of overides the faulty foot work. His style is definately more of a crud but effective style. Though, as you work with him, it is starting to get more of the fluid power of Boxing. He tosses a few of his own punches, which of course for you would be head shots, but for him they are hitting you, squarly in the bust. Though, he doesn't seem to land any of them yet....

Not surprisingly, Ema seems to very eager to stop the incoming body shots, protecting herself easily while ignoring the few openings she sees. Training seems hard for her, and more than once you can see her have to stop herself from letting herself go and fighting. There is a bit of strain on her face from time to time, but overall she does well at holding it together, "Not too bad at all, at least you have some of the basics down. Patience is another name of the game, waiting to land one or two big hits is always prefered to tiring yourself out with more weaker ones."

Rasputin nods keeping his head tucked down and away behind his gloves, "Da, da." Rasputin keeps moving left and right, ducking and weaving. "Da, do you wants to try and go full speed? Perhapsink, usink gloves on boths?"

Ema can't help be let out a little snort, her hand coming up to cover her mouth in an attempt to stifle it, "Two lessons and you're good to go, Huh?" she says smirking, circling towards her corner to get a pair of slightly padded gloves that are hanging from the ropes, "Well then, lets see what you've got."

Rasputin shakes his head, "Net, net." He chuckles, "Buts schools of hard knockink, best teachers, da? And you have beink knockink me befores, da?"

Ema doesn't need to be told twice, and once her gloves are tightened, she takes a second to closer her eyes and take a few steadying breaths. As a look of calm washers over her face, her eyes open, lips curling into a bit of a smirk as she takes a few boucing steps towards the dwarf, hands up at the ready. She takes a few playful jabs at the dwarf, but mostly waits to see what he'll do.

Rasputin dances a little shaking himself out, and then brings his hands up ready for action. He nods to you, "Da, ready, da?" Rasputin waits for you to acknowledge before he begins.

"After you, sir." she says simply, neck boucning from left to right, cracking a bit as she starts to circle you, shoulders squared, and feet moving slowly and carefully.

Rasputin nods and starts to focus, he tries to keep his tactics strictly boxing format, so as not to add anything from his other training into the mix. He bounces and weaves a little bit. Then he of course, drops his shoulder and strikes. The dropping of his shoulder, of course, is horrible form...

Ah, the mistakes of a novice, Ema can't help but smile as she takes advantage of the situation, playing for real, as Rasputin suggested. And with that, comes captilizing on every mistake she can, and so as soon as the first punch is thrown, its telegraphed trajectory altered with a parry to the side, she's a woman on a mission, a flurry of jabs coming in as her answer to your attack.

Rasputin takes the jabs over and over until he is able to get his hands back up into place. To accomplish this he remembers his foot work and dances back out of reach while getting his arms back into place. He takes several good strikes, but does recover. That is the point, right? He shakes his head a moment, having recovered and goes in again. This time, keeping his guard up, and tossing a small one-two combo, directed towards your, well your chest line, again.

Ema takes a few hits to the sides, her body rolling with the impacts as she see what you've got, and even lets out a little "ooof" as a blow lands on her ribs with a bit more intensity than she had anticipated, "You've got alot of strength, for sure a little guy," she says simply, dancing back to regroup her self, "You'll be pretty deadly in the ring if you get good at this, thats for sure.'

Rasputin pulls back from his combo and makes sure to reset his defensive posistion, "Da, strenght good, but as you are sayink, speed, net good." He dances around you a little bit more, watching your waiste and feet more than your hands. But as you already taught him, he isn't completely forgetting about those long weapons attached to your shoulders.

"Don't underestimate Strength though," Ema says as she starts to dance around you a bit, coming back in for a brief attack before relenting to add to her statement, "Some fighters wait and just land a few key punches, rely on strength rather than speed. As you get better, you'll have to decide which you'd prefer, but from your size and stature, you may want to consider taking a few hits, if it lands you even one big shot yourself."

Rasputin takes several of your punches on the arms, keeping his guard up. Of course he misses several opportunities to counter punch, as he doesn't have the full flow of things yet. He dances around with you for almost a minute, "Da, so trade quick jabinks," He says as he comes in quickly, and somewhat under control, throwing several small jabs. Then he pulls back, "Or waitink, and hits with powerfulink strikes." As he comes back in again, this time making a very strong, heavy handed one two with the majority of his strength behind them.

Ema takes the soft jabs easily without even slowing down, her body moving, anticipating what is to come next. The first heavy punch she avoids, taking the second one in the shoulder, her body rolling with the impact even as she attempts to punch at your exposed face, her body moving as if its all one motion, "Watch you balance!" she says, smirking, "And your guard!"

Rasputin's head is just so darn low, and for once, he easily raises his shoulder and arm to force your blow to glance up and off of his body. He grins and chuckles, "Dah, da!" He says, a little shaken by your quick reaction and surprised by his own growing reflexes.

"Getting a bit better," Ema says as she takes a few skips back, "I thought I had you for sure, i'm not used to be surprised." She bounces in place a bit, arms dropping to her sides takes a minute to loosen herself back up, "Seems whoever taught you to fight first gave you a pretty good foundation, the rest of this," she motions to the ring around you two, "Is just rules and structure. You're definetly picking it up quick."

"There is something to be said for rules sometimes," Ema says as she heads to the corner and leans a bit as she watches you, "Its useful to be able to deal with situations where you're locked into things. Helps you make the most of what is available. In the end, I find my style of fighting, when i'm trying to win, is a combination of things. Nothign is perfect, but bits of everything seem to work well."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. I am sometimes forgettink that life is not all death or life. Sometimes, it is fun." He chuckels loudly. Of course, that type of phrase is hard to understand coming from someone who is usually very happy, externally at least. "Mindink if I am askink who be teachink you Boxink?"

"I learned in the military," Ema says simply, taking a moment to propel herself back towards the center of the ring, "Was one of many things I learned in an attempt to make me better at what I do." She shrugs, eyes on you, "I've a little real life experience under my belt, to be sure, but really, my foundation is.." she searches for the word, "Academic, I guess?"

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da." Rasputin returns to the center of the grin himself and begins to dance with you again. His eyes keeping ready, trying to again watch your feet, waiste and shoulders. Of course, not doing all at once, well, not really. He keeps moving, "It is soundink that yours may have been less, carink, but less lethals as wells, da? To start at leastink."

"It was good for me, to see the benefit of using my hands instead of just my gifts," Ema says as begins the bout again, her full ability held back as she chats, "Made me realize what I could do, and what others could do with the same training. Made me a better survivor, in the end. And I was good, which let me be as cocky as I am now."

Rasputin tosses a few jabs and a few solid punches. He is still playing with which style he should employee. He ducks and weaves, which of course for him really makes him low to the ground. Keeping well out of reach of your short punches. But of course, he gets caught several times as well, afterall, you are faster at this than him. "Da, da." He says as he dances, "I am seeink you are varies skilled. And good teachers."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Sir." Ema says with a grin, and as if for emphasis, she comes at you with one last flurry of attacks, much of her strength behind each jab, "But my skills were bred from neccesity," she pants as she puts some distance between you, "Yours seem odder, especially considering your other talents. Those like you i've met, tend to rely heavily on magic."

Rasputin's eyes grow very wide as he flurries come fast and strong, he keeps his arms up, and ducks a few of them, but not all of them. Several landing hard, above his head and shoulders. He dances back, but only takes more punishment. Finally he gets down and low, and comes up under you, quick and cuts into your lower ab's. "Da, mink was neccessity as wells, to make body match mind." He spins away again, moving back and away his flurry done. He breaths heavy, from the assualt and counter.

Ema takes the blow to her abs, and bounces back a bit, her toned form preventing her from dropping under the impact, "Ooof," she says again, holding her hand up, "See what happens when you're distracted," she manages as she smirks, "I think we're good for today, you've making good progress. I think my earlier engagement took more out of me than I thought." she takes a deep breath, looking you over once more, "Same time Next week?" she asks as she slides out of the ring.

Rasputin nods, "Da, da." He smiles and does a few more dancing back and forth, not cocky, just moving through the last combo from before, "Would you be wantink to allow me to make you a meal soon, and perhaps be talkink to you about nasties and bumps in the night?"

"You can count on it, I'll be seeing you soon." SHe grins and offers a wave, "See you around, keep practicing, I'm sure you can find a sparring partner in here." she grins, wavs once more, and heads into the locker.