Ororo and Adrienne: Self-defense class
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Adrienne thinks she signed up for self-defense classes with Ororo, but learns she's going to be studying dancing instead.
Nervous about her first self-defense class, Adrienne flipped her Zippo lighter around the fingers of one gloved hand and paced the gym, feeling rather self-conscious in her new runners and the screened tank top and cotton capri pants from the latest active-wear line her designers were working on. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone to a gym- since ending her modeling career more than ten years ago her exercise regimen had consisted of elliptical machine, free-weights, and swimming, all done from the comfort of her own home. She did just barely enough work to keep her figure in the face of her alcohol intake, and since coming to Xavier's she'd let the routine lapse. And now she was taking on self-defense class with a woman who looked as if she could kill her with one hand...
Anxiously, she put the lighter in her pocket and tested a punch on the punching bag, sending stinging pain up her hand despite her gloves and letting out a yelp.
Ororo entered the gym to the sound of someone in pain, and looked around for the source. Spotting Adrienne next to the punching bag she quickly approached, brow furrowed with concern. "Is everything all right?" she asked, looking collected and comfortable in her own workout clothes.
"Peachy," the psychometrist retorted wryly, shaking out her throbbing hand. "But you're here to teach me how to do that without breaking my arm, right?"
"That is the idea, yes. It does no good to try and defend yourself if you are going to do as much harm to yourself as your assailant would," the silver-haired woman said wryly.
Adrienne gave the punching bag a shove for hurting her hand. "Check that lesson off your list, then, Professor," she muttered, frowning at the bag, "I think I got it. So what's next? I'm ready to do some serious ass-kicking."
"Well, of course the easiest self-defense is making sure you do not get into situations that require it," Ororo said, moving away from the punching bag and into the middle of the gym. "But since you are spending a good amount of time here at the mansion, I agree it is prudent that you learn actual techniques, since avoiding those situations becomes harder the longer you stick around here, it seems."
"I never got into situations where I required self-defense before I came here, being the model of decorum and tranquility that I am, " Adrienne agreed with a grin. It was a joke as well as a complete lie, of course, but she wasn't about to tell Munroe that. "What sort of techniques are you going to teach me? How to throw a three hundred-pound man over my head and make him cry like a girl?"
"Unless your mutation includes the necessary strength to achieve such a feat, it is doubtful. Not the throwing, at least. The crying depends on your opponent. I find the best thing to start with is a good awareness of your body, and add to that information about where on someone else's body is most vulnerable, and how to strike at those places." Ororo turned to face the girl, eyebrows raised. "Have you ever danced before?"
Adrienne raised an eyebrow herself, confused. "Danced? Um, I took a lesson when I was a teenager to prepare for a formalwear shoot in Milan, so I'd look like I knew what I was doing, but other than that, no. What does dancing have to do with what we're doing today?"
"Dancing holds much the same principles as self-defense - in my opinion, at least. Being aware of what you are doing with your body and what your partner - or opponent - is doing with theirs, and efficiency of movement. Of course, it veers off quickly when you remember that instead of avoiding stepping on someone's foot you want to cause them pain, but regardless."
"Dancing. Huh. That actually makes a lot of sense," Adrienne commented as she thought about it. "Is that why the cocky hero always faces down the villain and says 'let's dance' in the movies?"
"I think that may be more related to bad scriptwriting," Ororo said with a wry grin, shaking her head. "But the principle is the same. Now, just like dancing, once you learn the basics, the more advanced movements become simple. So, let us start at the beginning..."
Adrienne thinks she signed up for self-defense classes with Ororo, but learns she's going to be studying dancing instead.
Nervous about her first self-defense class, Adrienne flipped her Zippo lighter around the fingers of one gloved hand and paced the gym, feeling rather self-conscious in her new runners and the screened tank top and cotton capri pants from the latest active-wear line her designers were working on. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone to a gym- since ending her modeling career more than ten years ago her exercise regimen had consisted of elliptical machine, free-weights, and swimming, all done from the comfort of her own home. She did just barely enough work to keep her figure in the face of her alcohol intake, and since coming to Xavier's she'd let the routine lapse. And now she was taking on self-defense class with a woman who looked as if she could kill her with one hand...
Anxiously, she put the lighter in her pocket and tested a punch on the punching bag, sending stinging pain up her hand despite her gloves and letting out a yelp.
Ororo entered the gym to the sound of someone in pain, and looked around for the source. Spotting Adrienne next to the punching bag she quickly approached, brow furrowed with concern. "Is everything all right?" she asked, looking collected and comfortable in her own workout clothes.
"Peachy," the psychometrist retorted wryly, shaking out her throbbing hand. "But you're here to teach me how to do that without breaking my arm, right?"
"That is the idea, yes. It does no good to try and defend yourself if you are going to do as much harm to yourself as your assailant would," the silver-haired woman said wryly.
Adrienne gave the punching bag a shove for hurting her hand. "Check that lesson off your list, then, Professor," she muttered, frowning at the bag, "I think I got it. So what's next? I'm ready to do some serious ass-kicking."
"Well, of course the easiest self-defense is making sure you do not get into situations that require it," Ororo said, moving away from the punching bag and into the middle of the gym. "But since you are spending a good amount of time here at the mansion, I agree it is prudent that you learn actual techniques, since avoiding those situations becomes harder the longer you stick around here, it seems."
"I never got into situations where I required self-defense before I came here, being the model of decorum and tranquility that I am, " Adrienne agreed with a grin. It was a joke as well as a complete lie, of course, but she wasn't about to tell Munroe that. "What sort of techniques are you going to teach me? How to throw a three hundred-pound man over my head and make him cry like a girl?"
"Unless your mutation includes the necessary strength to achieve such a feat, it is doubtful. Not the throwing, at least. The crying depends on your opponent. I find the best thing to start with is a good awareness of your body, and add to that information about where on someone else's body is most vulnerable, and how to strike at those places." Ororo turned to face the girl, eyebrows raised. "Have you ever danced before?"
Adrienne raised an eyebrow herself, confused. "Danced? Um, I took a lesson when I was a teenager to prepare for a formalwear shoot in Milan, so I'd look like I knew what I was doing, but other than that, no. What does dancing have to do with what we're doing today?"
"Dancing holds much the same principles as self-defense - in my opinion, at least. Being aware of what you are doing with your body and what your partner - or opponent - is doing with theirs, and efficiency of movement. Of course, it veers off quickly when you remember that instead of avoiding stepping on someone's foot you want to cause them pain, but regardless."
"Dancing. Huh. That actually makes a lot of sense," Adrienne commented as she thought about it. "Is that why the cocky hero always faces down the villain and says 'let's dance' in the movies?"
"I think that may be more related to bad scriptwriting," Ororo said with a wry grin, shaking her head. "But the principle is the same. Now, just like dancing, once you learn the basics, the more advanced movements become simple. So, let us start at the beginning..."
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