Jul 31 00:30:41 106 PA - Boxing for Dummies
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Sun Jul 31 00:30:41 106 PA.
Description: Emayn shows Rasputin the basics of Boxing.
Appearing: Emayn and Rasputin
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 working out with the heavy bag. Smacking the tar out of it left and right. With a few knee strikes. But for the most part, just forceful strikes against the heavy bag.
Ema strolls up clad in a pair of light work-out style pants and a sports-bra, coils of hair pushed back behind her head by a large, flat headband. She spots the dwarf easily enough as she enters the room, and approaches him from behind, "Getting a little head start on your training, hmmms?" she asks in a fairly neutral tone.
Rasputin looks back to the voice speaking to him, and smiles. "Da, da. Dough, I am trainink some, da? Dough, I am most keenink on learnink more, da?" He smiles a bit, "Are you needink to streachink?"
Ema shakes her head, "I went for a little jog before when I first came in, so I should be pretty loose, and good to go. How about you? Want to start a bit with this bag, or you want to get right down to it?" She stands before you, legs spread a bit and fists resting against her hips, she looks very much like one might imagine a drill sergeant, she's only missing the whistle around her neck.
Rasputin shakes his head, "I'm goodink. I have been beink here for some times, shall we be beginink?" He smiles a bit and tugs his beard a little, as he looks at your stance.
"Well then, lets get started, shall we?" she gives you a look before rolling herself into the ring, springing to her feet effortlessly. She stands there as she watches you enter the ring and grins, "So, what is it exactly you were looking for? A little Boxing?" she punches her fists together before her, "Or was it kick boxing that struck your fancy?" a knee comes up which she taps with a fist.
Rasputin climbs into the ring with you, taking a bit more work to get into the ring. He smiles, "As I am not much of a kicker, then I am thinkink, straight Boxink would be goodink, da?"
Ema nods and sets herself into a very traditional looking boxing stance, arms up and elbows bent, fists framing her face, "The first thing with boxing, is that it's very structured. And while it can really help with fighting overall, the skill itself has a number of rules." She takes a minute to go over the various rules of engagement, no kicking, hitting below the belt and all that, "Your stance is probably one of the most important parts, being able to defend yourself easily, and still be in line to attack should an opening present itself.
Rasputin being skilled in some hand to hand combat, Rasputin understands many of the basics. But, it is the details that he gets hung up on most of the time. His style is, well, sloppy and not the refined fluid motion of a boxer. He keeps reseting his boxing stance, "Da, da." or "Net, net." keeps coming out of his mouth as he listens and mimic's you.
"Keep yourself loose, mobility is key here, keep moving, keep your arms up." she begins to move about the ring, keeping you in front of her, and never crossing her feet as she almost skips about, "Change directions often, small movements, and keep your eyes on me. Never let your oponent know what you're going to do next, or where your body is going to be."
Rasputin nods and says, "Da!" He continues to mirror your motions, moving back and forth. Focusing with all of his mental ability on the foot work. He tugs his beard after a moment, "Da," His head looking down, of course not looking at your face, let alone eye.
"Not bad, now, lets practice a bit of defense. Keep your arms up, your head is always going to be the best target. You can soak up a bunch more body blows than you get shots to the head, so remember that. Its a good idea to try to take as few hits as possible, but opening up shots to your head is always gonna be your oponents mail goal." She grins at that as she starts to approach you, throwing a few quick tentative jabs towards your raised fist.
Rasputin lifts his arms, keeps his elbows in. He tries to mimic you as well, still kind of head down, not really focusing as much as he should be focusing. He is holding his arms up, but of course not as well as he should be holding them up.
"Not bad, now, I'm gonna come at you a bit more. Try to move around, don't hit back, just focus on not getting punched in the teeth." Ema grins wickedly as she cracks her neck, and comes at you, her strikes moving around, testing your defensese, looking for any opening she can find, and taking those she can, "Keep moving," and "Keep your arms up" are offered between jabs.
Rasputin circles around, trying to keep out of your arms length. He has the shortness of his stature on his side, but having a hard time keeping his short arms up definding his block size head. He of course, catches a few strikes to the hard skull, but also uses his those shame short legs to get out of the way.
"Ok, well, you're not hopeless, and you do have a bit of a size advantage going for you." she comments as her strikes relent for a moment, her hands finding her sides again as she circles you sizing you up, appraising your initial performance, "You defend yourself well, for a chef. But you can definitely use a bit of work. You have to move more, which i know is going to be a bit tougher for you, as you're at a disadvantage reach wise. Being quick on your feet is paramount, and its worth tiring yourself out a bit to not get hit."
Rasputin nods, as he breaths a bit heavy, "Da, da. Dat is another goodink reason for trainink, da?" He tugs his beard as he breaths, "Soink, what should I be workin on?"
"Getting out of the way, dancing back, don't be afraid to jump back if you have too, make your oponent have to move to you, you can at least make him as tired as you are, or, if you're lucky, you can make them off balance as they chase after you." She puts herself back into her stance and grins at you, "Come at me, hands only, watch how I move, and move you, while keeping myself protected." she smirks, and awaits the onslaught.
Rasputin isn't a bad fighter, as he demonstrated before, but he just isn't a very good one. He takes up the stance, mimicing your teaching as closely as he could. Then he nods to you, and makes a few steps forward, and prepairs to make a few punches. Then opens his hands, and throws a few air punches with open palms. To give you somethign to defend against, without the fist to worry about.
Ema doesn't seem to mind a bit of pain, and shrugs off your descion to go open handed. She watches you as you come at her, fists up towards her head, protecting herself easily from the attacks, her body dancing around fluidly as she bobs and weaves, "Make your oponent work to get you, make the have to reach, and stretch, don't be afraid of putting distance between you, make him come to you, fight on your terms."
Rasputin nods, and dance with you, looking down every now and then, making sure of his feet. He starts to get the idea of drawing you into his motions, of course, he is clumbsy and fairly unskilled this form of fighting.
"I think thats good for day one, you've got some things you can paractice on your own." she cracks her neck, fists uncurling, "There may be hope for you yet," she says with a smirk, "Not sure yet, but we'll see. Keep working on foot work, and we'll meet up in a couple of days, see how you're doing. Sound good?"
Rasputin nods, "Da, da. Goodink. How abouts, tomorrows we workink on cookink? In the Deli, Da?"
"We'll see, I have some questions for you, really, I think you might have something else to offer me." she grins, launching herself over the top ropes and onto the floor below, "But we can talk later, at the Deli is fine. I'll talk to you later, and keep your elbows up."
Rasputin continues to move around in the ring. Doing his best to keep his elbows up, and his feet work where they are suppose to be as he works on all of it.
