14585/Throwing Hands

Throwing Hands
Date of Scene:	02 April 2023
Location:	Wolverine's Dojo - Salem Center
Synopsis:	I see you know your Judo well.
Cast of Characters:	Logan Howlett, Rhona Lauren

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Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan's training has not been quite the Karate Kid experience one might have expected. For one, he's been fixating on purely defensive techniques which seem like they might be of less use on the battlefield than more martial techniques. Today's lesson has been centered around a single technique that Logan keeps referring to as the 'Kata Guruma' or the 'Shoulder Wheel'. He's demonstrated it on Rhona by very neatly throwing her to the mat by way of a roll across his shoulders, and now he's got her practicing on a dummy.

"Keep your grip tight on the leg or you're gonna drop him on your own head."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona was in her early days of self defense training, but she'd been taking home with her the lessons that Logan was giving, and trying to work on what she could back at Xavier's School too. Tonight she's dressed in a hot pink halter top with black accents, and a black Nike swoosh on the front, and a pair of matching black shorts, inversed with hot pink highlights in three lines up the sides of her legs and hips.

With a pair of white and powder blue running shoes, Rhona looks the part of a person in the gears for exercise.

"Right. I got it." She says back to him in her English accent. "Is this similar to those rolls that I've seen Marines do, where they roll past an injured person, and sling them across their shoulders, in one fell swoop?" She inquires as she further orchestrates his instruction upon the dummy, watching herself out of the corner of her eyes in the mirrors on the wall.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Sorta," Logan grunts, standing off to one side with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed in critical review of Rhona's technique, "'cept you're not tryin' to run away with him, you're tryin' to put him on his ass. Once he's down, you got him at an advantage. Whole intent of Judo is to use his strength against him. Seems like you've got a knack for that, so I figured this is where we'd start."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
The next few minutes are spent with Rhona just trying to figure out the technique, the flow of it, how to move and how to get the result she wanted. In the end, she did have the dummy flipped over, and she came through on the other side of it with a sense of accomplishment... if still unrefined.

Down in a crouch now on the mats, Rhona starts to rise up to her full height again, her eyes going back over to Logan. She shows him a self-satisfied smile.

"Soh, uh... that Wade Wilson person. What should I do if I catch him on property again? Just let it go?" She asks. "Or should I put some of these new moves to the test?" She asks with a playful undertone, as she leans down to reset the dummy back up again.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose at the mention of Wade Wilson, letting out a sigh. He has made a point of not bringing alcohol or tobacco to these training sessions, so all he can do is mutter darkly.

"Yeah, just let him be. Despite the swords and havin' a brain all chewed through by rats, he's not dangerous. Least ways not to you."

The suggestion prompts a wolfish grin from the Canuck, and he shrugs his broad shoulders.

"If you want a crash test dummy, I'm sure he'd work fine. Not like you can hurt him any."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona has the dummy back up on its 'feet' and she's moving back around to get back in to the starting position that Logan had set her up with. She takes a moment to listen to his response, and glancing over her left shoulder at him, her dark haired ponytail swaying side to side behind her shoulders. "Yeah. He showed me his face..." She grimly notes, her eyes dancing back over to the dummy.

"I have to say... it was a bit shocking." The Brit states, before she's going through the motions again, this time performing the throw with a much more confident stride to her body's motion.

Back down on the mat herself now, Rhona sweeps herself back, and leans back on her hands to look up at him. "I've seen weirder looking mutants, of course. I always feel a strong sense of sorrow for them..." She says, a bit winded from the tumbling.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Lot of bad folks out there," Logan agrees, "Doin' bad things. Same happened to him, I reckon. The smell of him ... somethin' like a lab ... never did feel like he came about it all honestly."

There's another shrug.

"Anyway, ain't his fault an' like I said, he's harmless. Don't slouch on your footwork, now. Last thing you want is to go into the roll off-kilter and snappin' your ankle."

He scratches the back of his head, lifting a fist to cover his mouth and stifle a yawn.

"C'mon, five more reps and I'll drive you home."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
The first half of what Logan says back to her has Rhona spacing out a little as she considers Wade, considers what he'd told her that day. He'd had a gun on his hip, and it'd activated that feeling she'd had the night she went on the black ops mission to Madripoor with Cable'n'Crew. Was it Anxiety? She really wasn't sure...

The last bit that he says has her showing him a grin. "Right." She says in that curt British way of hers, then she's rolling on to her left hip and pushing herself back up to grab the dummy, to hoist him back up too. "What about Derrick the Dummy? Where are we going to drive him too afterward?" She asks in a dry sense of humor tone.

Once she has him in place again, she's getting in to position once more, throwing his arm around her and putting herself up against him to get the weight distribution right!

"He said that he was captured and they pulled his mutation out of him... That made me think... the poor fellow must've been tortured." She states of Wade a little more, before she is moving again, all the muscles in her form tightening as she once more throws the dummy and rolls herself out of it, through it!

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Don't name him," Logan warns, "Before too long, you're gonna break him when you get overzealous with your training and then you're gonna feel bad. Just toss him in the closet over there. Give one of the ballerinas the fright of her life when he topples out on her."

The mention of torture seems to send Logan cold for a moment. That usual rough cheer seeping out of him, heavy brows furrowing as he scratches his chin with the noisy bristle of stubble.

"Yeah. Must've been."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
There comes a breathless little laugh from the teenager on the mat as she hears the bit about ballerinas. "I'd sign up for that too, if I had any more spare time to give..." She says, once more pushing herself up to her feet, and righting the dummy.

The next few throws are spent quietly just going through the motions, watching herself in the mirror, watching him watch her with that gruff style of his. She feels a nervous level of desire to not screw up and see him make that face he does when she screws up, or hear him make a grunt, or growl noise... and thus her focus resides almost exclusively on her task at hand!

When she finishes the last one, she's rolling through it to go up to her knees, and spin around, where she throws her hands out to the sides and exclaims. "Tada!" Her head turned to the side, eyes closed for incoming praise.

When it does come though, Rhona just puts her hands down on her left knee as it comes up, and she pushes herself up to her feet again. "Only a billion more times before I might actually know what I'm doing, right?" She asks, back to her dry tones of English flavoring.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Don't be so hard on yourself. You're gettin' there. Might even move onto the sutemi-waza 'fore the month's out ... sacrifice moves. Basically gettin' your opponent tangled up and fallin' on 'em. Teach you how to make yourself feel heavier than you are, since you weigh about as much as a soaked-through napkin."

Logan reaches to fetch up a towel from where it hangs on a rack near the wall, flicking it at Rhona before tossing it to her.

"C'mon, tidy up and let's get goin'. I'm starved."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona takes the towel to the face, and just 'affs' underneath it. Her hands come up to pull it from her head, whilst one moves to flatten down soem of her loose wild strands of dark hair over her head. She shows him a flat smile then, as she dabs at her face with the towel, then down her neck. "Right. I'll make sure the studio is right and proper before the ballerina class can see it in such utter disarray." She jokes back before she moves to pick the dummy up with a little grunt of her own.

The teen is then nimbly walking across the mats toward the closet area back by the office, and restroo/locker room doors.

"I am rather enjoying these sessions though... I just want to say that to you as much as possible, so you might believe me someday." She says back to him, wherever he's possibly wandered off to by the time she gets to the closet, and starts to get Derrick put away in to it.

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Yeah, yeah. You'll like 'em less when we start on the endurance trainin'. I'm gonna make a proper bushi out of you yet, kid. You signed on, now you're here for the whole thing."

There's a seriousness in Logan's tone, but it is quickly eroded as he flashes Rhona a grin and makes his way towards the door. Once the place is mostly packed away, he reaches for the light switch and flicks it on and off a few times. Plunging the place into darkness, then light, then darkness, then light, then darkness again.

"Good work today."