[OOC: Here you go! Oh, and S1 works fine. I'm still catching up on last season myself.]
Derek rolled out the wrestling mat and glanced up at his "student", giving her a look to warn her not to argue. He hadn't done it the first few sessions, and she'd had to go home with more bruises and aches than her and her friends' usual shenanigans could explain. So now they were at least going to be a little bit safer. Taking falls on the concrete floor of the loft might be okay for the wolves, but Allison was quite a bit more breakable than they were.
She had come to him a couple of weeks ago, with a request that made complete sense. Allison was fighting against supernatural creatures who, even in their most human forms, had enhanced strength, speed, and other abilities well beyond her own. And while she might have access to weapons, Allison still wisely wanted to know how to defend herself. And while she could have asked Scott, she knew that Derek wouldn't go easy on her. He supposed it was a pretty clear sign that Allison had finally gotten past wanting to kill him on sight.
Once he was certain the mat was secure, Derek stepped onto it, dropped into a defensive stance and nodded at Allison. "Okay, give me your best shot."
Asking Scott was out of the question for a lot of reasons and Allison dusted herself off once she was on her feet again before glancing at Derek, taking in his stance. The lessons were paying off too, and while she'd never be as fast or as strong, she'd at least have something to fall back on.
Allison was proving to be a quick study-- intelligent and in good shape, so things were progressing nicely. If at some point one of her friends started wondering where she got her fighting moves, it would have to be her job to explain things. He was just the teacher.
Derek brought an arm down to block the first strike, satisfied to see it hadn't been aimed at his face. "Good. Keep looking for good openings and don't go for the obvious targets. Stay low, hit fast, and keep moving." It was nothing he hadn't said dozens of times before, but the more it became a part of Allison, the better.
"Yeah, I know." She took the block and then shifted, angling a kick at his other side next. She was improving, even if she'd never match up to the werewolves around her.
Still, being able to react more quickly was going to help.
Derek turned out the way of her kick and feinted a punch at her head. "Not bad, but snap more from the hip," he advised, and went on.
The two of them sparred for another half hour or so, until Derek could sense the fatigue building up in the young woman. He raised his hands and called the session over, walking over to the table where a bottles of water and some towels were waiting. He tossed a towel towards Allison and took a long drink.
"You look like there's something else on your mind," he offered, concern starting to creep into his voice.
[OOC: I like the idea of bumping this over into the locked post. Anytime you feel like it.]
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Derek rolled out the wrestling mat and glanced up at his "student", giving her a look to warn her not to argue. He hadn't done it the first few sessions, and she'd had to go home with more bruises and aches than her and her friends' usual shenanigans could explain. So now they were at least going to be a little bit safer. Taking falls on the concrete floor of the loft might be okay for the wolves, but Allison was quite a bit more breakable than they were.
She had come to him a couple of weeks ago, with a request that made complete sense. Allison was fighting against supernatural creatures who, even in their most human forms, had enhanced strength, speed, and other abilities well beyond her own. And while she might have access to weapons, Allison still wisely wanted to know how to defend herself. And while she could have asked Scott, she knew that Derek wouldn't go easy on her. He supposed it was a pretty clear sign that Allison had finally gotten past wanting to kill him on sight.
Once he was certain the mat was secure, Derek stepped onto it, dropped into a defensive stance and nodded at Allison. "Okay, give me your best shot."
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Her first strike this time is aimed at his side.
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Allison was proving to be a quick study-- intelligent and in good shape, so things were progressing nicely. If at some point one of her friends started wondering where she got her fighting moves, it would have to be her job to explain things. He was just the teacher.
Derek brought an arm down to block the first strike, satisfied to see it hadn't been aimed at his face. "Good. Keep looking for good openings and don't go for the obvious targets. Stay low, hit fast, and keep moving." It was nothing he hadn't said dozens of times before, but the more it became a part of Allison, the better.
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Still, being able to react more quickly was going to help.
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Derek turned out the way of her kick and feinted a punch at her head. "Not bad, but snap more from the hip," he advised, and went on.
The two of them sparred for another half hour or so, until Derek could sense the fatigue building up in the young woman. He raised his hands and called the session over, walking over to the table where a bottles of water and some towels were waiting. He tossed a towel towards Allison and took a long drink.
"You look like there's something else on your mind," he offered, concern starting to creep into his voice.
[OOC: I like the idea of bumping this over into the locked post. Anytime you feel like it.]