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The skilful grab and twist of his arm takes him by surprise, Ronin barking out a laugh as hes manoeuvred around with comparative ease. "Exactly like that," he says, forced to stoop a bit. "Once you've got someone like this, if you give their shoulder a push, it'll increase the pressure. Usually that's enough to persuade them to back off." He doesn't, of course, ask her to do that with him already at her mercy; indeed, Ronin gives her arm a pat with the one that isn't pinned behind his back to get her to release him.
Stepping away and rolling his shoulders, he nods approvingly. "That's a good start. So you can punch, and you can deflect a blow. We'll practice that a few more times, and then I'll show you how to ground an opponent as well."
And Ronin does just that, allowing them to take it in turns, punching and grappling, until he's satisfied that Seraphina isn't going to injure herself or have to take a blow to the stomach that she can avoid. "Alright - now, sometimes your opponent isn't going to throw hands with you, they'll just lunge. Come at me like you want to tackle me to the ground."
Stepping away and rolling his shoulders, he nods approvingly. "That's a good start. So you can punch, and you can deflect a blow. We'll practice that a few more times, and then I'll show you how to ground an opponent as well."
And Ronin does just that, allowing them to take it in turns, punching and grappling, until he's satisfied that Seraphina isn't going to injure herself or have to take a blow to the stomach that she can avoid. "Alright - now, sometimes your opponent isn't going to throw hands with you, they'll just lunge. Come at me like you want to tackle me to the ground."
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