Private Finished Fighting Past Failure

Seyyal had her own fairly regular workout regimen but she was always mixing things up to make sure she was ready for the unexpected. And 'unexpected' seemed like the going theme around this island.

So today she'd gone for a nice half hour jog to warm up and then felt like hitting some things. The punching bags here were so much more reliable than the sacks of grain or just plain wooden mannequins back home.

But that was going to have to wait. As soon as she stepped in the room Seyyal, as usual, quickly cast her vision across it to see what, or whom, was in it. She paused her own wrapping even before she got to her right hand. Leaving her left hand expertly wrapped to prevent wrist or finger injuries but her right hand bare.

She'd stopped because there was a girl who clearly had no clue what she was doing. Where was the staff anyway? The determined little shy girl was practically begging for an injury like that.

Seyyal sighed and the strode quickly towards Jazz. Her name, just one of several she fuzzily recalled from the party. Not from an actual introduction of course, but Seyyal knew lots more than most people normally shared about themselves.

"Stop stop stop! If you keep up you're bound to break a finger or bend your wrist the wrong way," she called out as she approached from the side. While she sort of looked like she didnt quite get how to wear the athletic attire of Earth she did look like she knew what she was doing in the gym.

Right. She was just about the meekest person Seyyal had met. Just talking to her seemed to make her practically jump out of her skin. Now she was really wondering what had happened to drive this desire to learn to punch, but if course she wouldn't be rude and ask.

"I could show you some things if you want? I'm no expert but i'd rather do that than watch you get hurt." Seyyal said with a bit of a sigh. Funny how the Lionesses always seemed to keep stumbling on people who could use their help. Even here on the island, far from their home.

"Let's start with that wrapping job though. It needs to be tight enough to keep things in place but loose enough to flex." She demonstrated by slowly wrapping her other hand in front of Jazz.

"it's fine, really. I don't mind helping you learn to defend yourself some. But you need to take a class or something too. I'm not a professional trainer- just an adventurer who knows a thing or two." She explained and then put a hand on her shoulder to guide her back out to a more open area. Away from the newbie trap that was punching bags.

"Let me see what you've got. Come at me like you want to punch me." She had stepped back, arranging her feet to make a sort of balanced triangular shape with her feet spread and one back some. Her knees bend slightly and her hands up, ready to react. She didn't look quite as well-trained as actual boxers or fighters but she knew the basics of protecting herself and looking for an opening.

Ok. Apparently the girl wasnt thrilled with the idea of proper lessons. To be fair, Seyyal couldnt recall ever really taking lessons or getting training herself. Maybe she could just teach her a few things to help her confidence a little.

She wasn't at all worried about Jazz' punch. But it did highlight the very first thing she needed to work on. Balance. Seyyal caught her fist in her open hand and grabbed it, taking a half step back to pull Jazz off balance. Just enough to make her stumble and realize something was off about how she was standing. Hopefully not enough to make her fall, if she could help it.

"If you cant keep your balance you've lost before you throw the first blow. I think that's what we should start with. This is mostly for self defense, I assume?" Her voice was calm and she was trying to me more helpful than critical.

To put it bluntly, without shifting this girl would have died nearly instantly in a real fight back where Seyyal came from. She needed a lot of help if she was going to be able to defend herself at least a little. Her new stance was better, but Seyyal decided to help her figure out how to get into it more effectively. Copying her was well and good right then, but she wouldn't always be there.

"Better, but here. I'll help you step by step. First you bring the same leg as your dominant hand back and out slightly to here. Making a sort of triangular shape...," she began and then stepped closer to Jazz to physically help her move into position. It wasn't going to be perfect. Heck, Seyyal's wasn't perfect. But at least Jazz wouldn't be quite so easy to knock off balance. A little friendly pushing from a few different angles allowed the girl to feel how much more stable she was.

"Alright, now we can talk about using your hands." Seyyal found what she was pretty sure was a pad for this kind of training and held it up in front of herself. A large rectangular pad with arm and hand straps on the reverse side and a simple circle on the front to aim at. She promptly bopped Jazz lightly on the head with the pad as she noticed the girls' hands weren't up to defend her head. "Try to keep your hands up to shield yourself and be ready to strike. If someone gets a lucky shot on you then you might not get a chance to punch them back."