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There's strength behind the blow, Ronin can tell that much, even if he has tensed up to prepare for it. She manages to rock him back a little, and he nods his approval - even if her fist wasn't great to begin with, it definitely packs a (lol) punch now, and the way she throws her arm barely needs adjusting. "Good job," he says with a smaller grin, rubbing at his solar plexus and huffing out a breath. "Now if you get into trouble and you're desperate, you're not going to just throw your arm willy nilly."
But this is self defence, and it's not enough to know just how to throw a punch, but also how to stop people from getting hold of you. "Alright. Now I'm going to pretend to punch you, and you can learn that grapple I used on you just now." He shows her, first, how to grab his wrist and twist to get his arm behind his back. Then Ronin gears up for the real thing, throwing a faux punch towards her middle.
But this is self defence, and it's not enough to know just how to throw a punch, but also how to stop people from getting hold of you. "Alright. Now I'm going to pretend to punch you, and you can learn that grapple I used on you just now." He shows her, first, how to grab his wrist and twist to get his arm behind his back. Then Ronin gears up for the real thing, throwing a faux punch towards her middle.
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