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WHO: Captain Marvelous, Kay, anyone else who wants to come around (he'd love a sparring partner!)
WHERE: The junk pile's new shooting range
WHEN: Three days after this!
WHAT: Marvelous teaches Kay some self-defense.
WARNINGS: Violence against practice dummies!

Marvelous arrives in the junk pile early, after a night of poking around the ship looking for Tuck--looked like he really was gone. If that has any effect on the way he stomps around putting together makeshift target-stands and a makeshift dummy or two, he would never admit it. When he's done stacking materials and slapping sloppy paper targets on them, he draws his sword and works through a couple of drills, though it probably looks a lot more like 'angry guy banging on a bucket tipped over the top of a short I-beam wrapped in sailcloth' to anyone observing. By the time Kay arrives he'll have been at things for some time, ducking between the dummies and making sure his aim's not off. (It isn't.)

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"Pirate? Well, I'm more close to a ninja I think! I have the boots and everything!" She gives a laugh as well, readying herself.

Kicks? Oh yes, she was good at kicks. Time to put her efforts to work. She wastes no time in slamming that foot into his shin.

"Ow," he hisses, "yeah, you're definitely a kick specialist. Low's the best place to start, too, unless you're fighting a dude--then go for the nads as soon as you can, and run like hell."

That was a good kick, strong and well-aimed. "How high can you go?" he asks, gesturing at his elbow. "Elbows, knees, and ankles are good spots for kicking. Joints are weaker than we think, and you're gonna get a lot more power out of a kick, especially if you've got a running start."

"Thanks! I used to kick people in the back of the knees when I was a kid, if I really wanted to show them who's boss!"

She takes a few steps back, making sure to keep some distance between her and Marvelous Once she's a good enough distance, she kicks up high, to test how far up she can execute a kick with power. It goes up to about shoulder height, twisting her body to do it before spinning down to return it.

"How was that?"

"Nice," he says, "showy. I like it. If you're working hand-to-hand, no weapons, you wanna end things as soon as you can. A bad punch or kick can hurt you, and that's pretty much the opposite of the point. You look for a weak spot, and you push your advantage as soon and as hard as you can."

There's a shift in his movements as his hands come up this time, and his eyes have narrowed. He's lifted his left fist too high, to see if she picks up on it. "Let's see about your instincts," he says, "come at me."

The compliments are only fueling the girl's enthusiasm even more, and nods at the advice.

"Weak spots, got it."

And like a flash of light (mentally), she notices the opening, and goes right for it, attempting to get a jab in the spot right below the fist. Fast and hard.

He takes the hit soundly along his side, and he grunts. Good, he could work with this. He's not just going to take the hits, though--the knee he aims under her arms at her hip is mostly probing, but if it connects he intends on following through with a grapple. The best way to teach getting out of a grapple was to just do it, after all.

Of course, she's not fight-expert, but she does see that opening, although a little too late.

Congratulations, Marvelous, you get to teach her just how to get out of a grapple.

"AH!"

"All right," he says, loudly enough to cover any more shrieking, "let's teach you how to get out of a grapple. You've got a couple of options, but here's the easiest. You're a girl--you've got a lower center of gravity. That means, if you bend your knees, bend over, and tumble, your new coat'll go falling first. You're not doin' that to me, though, you're gonna bring your foot up as high as you can and stomp on my foot as hard as you can."

A beat, then, "do it with your left, though." That time he stabbed through his right foot means it still aches sometimes.

She mentally took notes on this. Okay. So tumble if this ever happens. She could do that. Tumbling was something she'd learned to do when sneaking into buildings. Her thief training was definitely paying off in the long run. She's actually just about to do that, except she pulls away when he starts explaining the alternate method.

"Why do I have to do it different?"

Not that she minded. She'll just take the time to raise her left foot to practically curb stomp that foot.

"I'll tell you after," he answers, in her ear, and grits his teeth waiting for her to bring her foot down. He considers, momentarily, getting out of the way, but it'll be easier to gauge her aim if he has an actually aching foot.

And that foot makes contact, hoping to get the hard sole part of her shoe into that foot. It had a hard bottom, which helped a lot when running, and with Kay's natural leg muscle, she's going to have a little bit of an impact when it slams into his foot.

She'll apologize after, really!

Marvelous whimpers, which is all she gets besides her sudden release, and he lifts his boot to keep his weight off that foot for a minute.

"Yeah, that was good," he says, voice tight. "Damn."

A normal person would ask if he's okay. See if anything's broken. But no, not her. In fact, the first thing she does is jump in victory, fist pumping into the air.

"I did it! And you let go, just like you said..."

Wow. Now she was getting somewhere.

Thankfully for her, noting was broken, or she'd be getting tackled right about now. Instead he's busy gingerly testing his weight on his toes.

"I'm not wrong about this stuff," he answers, especially glad, now, that he called for her to swap feet.

"Enough beating the hell outta me. You wanna try the flintlock?"

It might be nice to see her get blown on her ass by the kickback. (In a friendly way.)

"A flintlock...like...a real one? Like pirates use?"

Consider her a mix of both nervous and intrigued...

"Wasn't that part of the deal?" he asks, and reaches into an inner pocket on his coat for the extra pistol. He offers it to her butt-first, barrel pointed toward the ground because he wasn't stupid, thank you."

"We're goin' over there." He gestures to the opposite end of the little clearing.

A gun. A real gun. She's holding a real gun in her hand. To be honest...it was a bit frightening. Her hand gingerly wraps around the handle, and...she's lost all ability too move.

You might have to shove her along.

And shoved she is, with a hand between her shoulderblades. "Don't look at it like it's gonna kill you," he says, "guns aren't alive. Don't be afraid of it--be careful, sure, but you're the boss here, not it."

"Right. I'M the boss. I am."

She seems to be almost reassuring herself as she holds the gun out, focusing on it for a moment and then holding it firmly in her hands.

"Okay, now what?"

"You stand like that, you're gonna go tumbling ass over teakettle, and that'd be hilarious but it's not quite the point, is it?" He nudges her feet with the toe of his right boot. "Widen your stance, just a little, and settle your weight. Once you get the hang of it, you can work on moving around, but for now let's just learn to aim, shall we?"

He lifts his gun one-handed, and aims at the crudely drawn targets across the clearing. "Heads, knees, stomachs," he says, and fires four shots in quick succession to hit each spot. "You aim with both eyes open, or you lose depth perception. If it comes down to you havin' to use a gun, you use it."

There's a deep inhale as she gets herself ready, widening her stands exactly as he instructs. After finding and centering her weight, she grips the gun more tightly, never taking her eyes off that target. When the shots are fired, she winces slightly. It was...still too soon.

But...she raises it, aiming for the head first.

"Okay. Okay..."

Why did her legs feel like JELL-O?

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jesus this took forever, sorry!

It's okay!

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