HARPER
"I'm not the one that has to be the bad guy," he jokes back as he sends a wink at Pim. It's like spoiling your nephews and stuffing them to the gills with sugar before returning them to their mother. Harper is more than happy to play that role.
He finishes his own stretches as Phoebe does hers, appraising eye critical and contemplative. Already having known Phoebe's body type prior to this his plans still hold firm, but it's good to know she's more flexible than he'd accounted for. Once they're decently warmed up, he steps closer and brings his hands up loosely in front of his chest. "We're going to work on finding a style that will benefit your smaller frame, so we're going to focus on speed and flexibility. All you need to know is that the bigger they are, the harder they fall." Here he slowly extends one fist in a parody of a punch before pausing, letting her take in the pose. "Most people are right handed, and will start any fight with a punch or slap that comes from their dominant hand. You can't totally rely on it, but anticipating it as their first move can help you strike fast and end it immediately." Here he gestures with his free hand to the space between his extended arm and his other hand, the exposed torso he has now turned into a target. "It's going to take some time to train yourself out of your flinch response, but you'll want to step close and get inside my range so you can toss me and avoid the punch." Harper gestures her forward to do so, and if she does he uses his free hand to guide her into place, fitting her in the empty space and placing her hands in two places: his right shoulder, and her left hand braced flat against the side of his elbow.
"From this pose you can hook your right leg behind mine, hold it strong or maybe kick out my knee, and then shove as hard as you can with your whole body. Remembering to keep your hand on my forearm so I can't hook your neck and bring you with me." Earnest blue eyes signal that he wants her to try it, fully prepared to end up talking on his back for most of today.
He finishes his own stretches as Phoebe does hers, appraising eye critical and contemplative. Already having known Phoebe's body type prior to this his plans still hold firm, but it's good to know she's more flexible than he'd accounted for. Once they're decently warmed up, he steps closer and brings his hands up loosely in front of his chest. "We're going to work on finding a style that will benefit your smaller frame, so we're going to focus on speed and flexibility. All you need to know is that the bigger they are, the harder they fall." Here he slowly extends one fist in a parody of a punch before pausing, letting her take in the pose. "Most people are right handed, and will start any fight with a punch or slap that comes from their dominant hand. You can't totally rely on it, but anticipating it as their first move can help you strike fast and end it immediately." Here he gestures with his free hand to the space between his extended arm and his other hand, the exposed torso he has now turned into a target. "It's going to take some time to train yourself out of your flinch response, but you'll want to step close and get inside my range so you can toss me and avoid the punch." Harper gestures her forward to do so, and if she does he uses his free hand to guide her into place, fitting her in the empty space and placing her hands in two places: his right shoulder, and her left hand braced flat against the side of his elbow.
"From this pose you can hook your right leg behind mine, hold it strong or maybe kick out my knee, and then shove as hard as you can with your whole body. Remembering to keep your hand on my forearm so I can't hook your neck and bring you with me." Earnest blue eyes signal that he wants her to try it, fully prepared to end up talking on his back for most of today.
can you protect me from what i want?
the love i let in, it left me so lost
the love i let in, it left me so lost
