[ Bela opens the door after Carver makes himself known, giving him a smile. She's dressed appropriately for the training, wearing some workout gear. ]]
Hey. Come on in.
[ As she said, Bela did clear some space for them to train in and made sure there was nothing breakable close by. ]
[ She’s moved the furniture out of the way, which helps. This probably - probably - won’t get out of hand, but wrecking shit isn’t Carver’s idea of fun when there isn’t a real fight to justify it. He inclines his head slightly and steps inside. ]
You wanna wrap your hands? You don’t have to, but it’ll protect your knuckles.
[ Closing the door behind him, she moves to the kitchen and gets out a first aid kid, taking out the bandages that should be fine to use. Bela comes back over to Carver, then pauses. ]
[ Bela continues to roll her shoulders, then slides into general stretches before shaking out her limbs to loosen them as much as possible. She feels ready.
When he produces the baton and holds it out to her, Bela takes it in her hand and tests the weight for a few moments, looking back at Carver. ]
[ Carver watches silently as Bela stretches. She knows what she's doing, so there's no need to step in and offer suggestions. He rolls his shoulders and snaps out the second baton. ]
Good. First thing is, they're weighted at the end. See the knob? That'll help you control the swing, make sure the blow lands. But you don't need a lot of force if you aim it right. Knuckles, joints, face. Hit someone once, and hit 'em right, and they'll go down.
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[ He may or may not have stolen it in an opportunistic moment. ]
Still up for that self defense primer?
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Absolutely. Thank you for reaching out to me about it, Carver.
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Hey, it’s me.
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Hey. Come on in.
[ As she said, Bela did clear some space for them to train in and made sure there was nothing breakable close by. ]
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You wanna wrap your hands? You don’t have to, but it’ll protect your knuckles.
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[ Closing the door behind him, she moves to the kitchen and gets out a first aid kid, taking out the bandages that should be fine to use. Bela comes back over to Carver, then pauses. ]
You mind showing me how to do it?
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[ Carver holds his hand out for the bandages. They’ll serve. ]
Right hand first. Spread your fingers out.
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[ She gives him the bandages and then follows his instructions, spreading the fingers of her right hand apart. ]
I'm glad to have someone who knows what they're doing around.
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[ He winds the bandage around her palm, wrist, then between her fingers, and then, finally, over her knuckles before securing it. ]
Make a fist. Not too tight?
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Not tight at all. It feels fine.
[ She holds out her left hand, parting her fingers like before. ]
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[ He works on her other hand, securing the wraps. He has her flex again, make sure it's not going to constrict. ]
I wear gloves, so that helps. Easier in the long run. But, people tend to notice those and this is practice anyway.
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Yeah, no need for me to put on some gloves if we're only practicing.
[ She tries to psych herself up, feeling a little nervous. ]
I'm a fast learner, but this is still new to me.
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I've done this before. Been an instructor.
[ He helped train Matthew. They all did. ]
You'll pick it up quick.
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[ She rolls her shoulders to loosen them up. ]
Should I be doing any warm up stretches?
[ Just in case. ]
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[ He steps further into the room, checking how much space he has to work with. Enough. Good.
Then he nods, and takes out one of the two batons he stole. He snaps it out, then offers it to her. ]
Get a feel for the weight.
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When he produces the baton and holds it out to her, Bela takes it in her hand and tests the weight for a few moments, looking back at Carver. ]
I'm good. Feels fine.
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Good. First thing is, they're weighted at the end. See the knob? That'll help you control the swing, make sure the blow lands. But you don't need a lot of force if you aim it right. Knuckles, joints, face. Hit someone once, and hit 'em right, and they'll go down.
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Last time I shot someone, I hit their shoulder. It was more of a warning than anything else, but I've never had to shoot anyone fatally.
[ But she probably would if she had to. For protection. ]
Want me to show you a swing? Then you can tell me if I'm doing it right.
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[ But the fact she was able to do it on purpose is impressive. Means she's got good aim, that she worked at it. ]
Yeah.
[ He inclines his head slightly. ]
Aim for my face. I'll block.
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