Lucas Hendrie || Link (timehero) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-03-28 10:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | jessica williamson, lucas hendrie, ron ellis |
WHO: Lucas Hendrie and Ron Ellis--Probably with a cameo from Jessica
WHAT: Some self-defense training tailored to...Ron.
WHEN: Now.
WHERE: Camelot's training center
WARNINGS: Possibly language? Mostly just really bad training lmfao.
Lucas was no dummy. When it was decided that Ron needed a little extra training to feel comfortable that he wouldn't die, he had figured it was going to take up a huge chunk of time. Because of that, he'd blocked out the entirety of his Wednesday afternoon, knowing that he would probably need every last second. So far, he was right. Ron wasn't a fighter--that was why he was in a department that, for all intents and purposes, should have been out of the fight and behind the scenes. But considering the dirty way in which the Resistance had resorted to fighting, chances couldn't be taken.
"No, no, no," Lucas sighed, taking a jump step back to avoid a hit that would have hurt unless he defended himself--in which case he would have hurt Ron. "You're...no. Just put the weapon down. We're going to try something else. Down. Floor. There's a good lad."
Lucas grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him over to one of their training dummies, taking care to plant him directly in front of it. Alright, since fighting wasn't his thing, he was going to give Ron techniques on how to use just enough force to provide distractions so that he could run. He pointed at the head of the dummy and smirked. "Okay, you want to go for weak spots. Here?" He slapped the dummy's chest. "The torso isn't weak. It's fortified by ribs and bones to protect the heart. You could punch a lot there, tire yourself out, and barely leave a bruise. So go for the eyes..." Lucas thrust his hand forward, jabbing where the eyes would be. "The throat," He slammed his hand against the throat. "Or the ears. I know, it sounds weird, but the ears are disorienting."