Fighting Past Failure

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Normally, Jazz wouldn't be anywhere near the gym any time other than her actual P.E. class. The rare times she was, she had certainly never stepped into the sparring room, never having had any interest in that sort of thing. Today was different, however.

Strategically picking a time when the least amount of people were likely to be around, she had headed into one after making sure nobody was already in here. Starting off with some light aerobic warmups was simple enough, even if it did remind her just how out if shape she was. The next part, though, was a bit more intimidating.

Jazz had wrapped her hands (very noticeably poorly) in boxing tape, taking up a position in front of the one of the punching bags set up on the edge of the room. She'd been at it for about ten minutes, and honestly was already feeling like she may have made a mistake in even trying this. Too engaged to really notice anyone enter however, she kept up a series of weak, ineffectual punches, her form just about as wrong as it could be and a few beads of sweat on her face from the exertion.

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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.
 

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Just as Seyyal had started approaching her, Jazz had just finished throwing a particularly poorly formed jab, wincing and rubbing at her wrist. That had actually sort of hurt quite a bit, which didn't make sense to her with the bag being sort of soft. Hearing the sudden voice of a newcomer, the Aussie girl jolted upright and stumbled a coupke steps to the side, staring at Seyyal like a deer in the headlights.

"O-oh, um, it's...hey...hey there." Jazz blinked a few times as the other girl's name drifted back to her from their brief interaction the other day. It took her a second to register what she'd actually said, staring down at her hands for a moment, and then at Seyyal's, immediately noticing the difference in their wrapping.

Figuring it would serve her best to play it off casually, Jazz forced a weak laugh, nodding in agreement with her words of caution. "I, uh, yeah. I guess I don't exactly really, um...know what I'm doing whatsoever. I've never, like..." She cleared her throat, fidgeting with the loose wrapping on her left hand. "This is my first time trying any of this."
 

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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.
 

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Really, Jazz had mostly been expecting Seyyal to just leave her to her own devices after she admitted to her ineptitude. The offer from her to actually help out was especially unprepared for, and she needed a few seconds to properly register it.

Eventually however, she responded with a quick series of stiff nods, looking down at the wrapping again and hurriedly taking it off. Staring intently at Seyyal's hand while she wrapped it, Jazz followed along to the best if her ability, the end result being far more functional.

Comparing their hands for a moment, she gave a light, brief smile, then proceeded to wrap up the other hand the same way. "A-ah, yeah...that feels way better. So, what's next? I mean, if you really don't mind helping out. I don't want to bother you."
 

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"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.
 

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A class? Jazz grimaced for a brief moment at the thought of that. She didn't much like the idea of that many eyes on her, especially when she was still as inept as she was. It was hard enough making herself come here alone.

This train of thought was halted rather abruptly as Seyyal lead her away from the bags, a distinct look of confusion plastered on her face until she explained herself. Wait...she wanted her to hit her? A mild wave of anxiety started to rise in her for a moment, but with a few stabilizing breaths she was able to mostly settle herself. "I'm...w-wait, are you sure? I mean..."

Jazz shook her head, knowing she had to get a hold of herself. It was of course inevitable that she was going to have to hit somebody sooner or later if she was going to learn this, so maybe it was better to get it out of the way early, right? Unsure what to do as far as stances or any of that went, she just mentally braced herself before going in for probably just about one of the weakest and most poorly formed swings that Seyyal had likely encountered.
 

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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.
 

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Unsurprisingly, Jazz wasn't at all prepared for Seyyal to catch her hand like that. A little exclamation of surprise left her while she stumbled a few steps forward, somehow managing to transition it into a couple awkward hops and turning back around. She blinked rapidly a few times while she tried to register what had happened, focusing back on her impromptu mentor when she started talking.

Balance? Jazz glanced down to Seyyal's feet, staring at how she was positioned to stand, and promptly doing her best to mimic it. Still not quite right, but a markedly more stable improvement over how she'd been set up before. "R-right, okay. Sorry. Like this, then?"

Of course Jazz expected plenty of notes on what she was supposed to be doing, and that was what she wanted, but at the same time she worried that she would end up irritating Seyyal. For now, though, all she could really do was attempt to follow her instructions to the best of her ability.
 
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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."
 

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