CASTLE ♔ TAKING INITIATIVE

[pontiac]

WHO || Jimmy and OTA
WHAT || A complete and total lack of physical fitness. Probably Jimmy being pathetic or something.
WHERE || Castle fitness center.
WHEN || Afternoon of the 20th.
HOW || Actionspam.

[After sitting on his hands so long it drove him crazy and studying into the nature behind the knights and their presence historically Jimmy finally decided to make his way to the castle fitness center. First, just to check it out, and hopefully enlist the help of someone that could train him to be better in combat and of more use on the battlefield.]

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[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick watches the guy shifting uncomfortably by the door, his goggles hiding the amusement in his eyes. After a moment he takes pity on the guy, finishes wrapping his hands and straightens up.]

Need help?

[beseeched]

[He figures he's sticking out like a sore thumb but he didn't think he'd be pegged that quickly. Jimmy sags a little bit and leans up against the wall with an awkward look on his face.]

I need any kind of physical training. That's what I need.

[lightblindbadass]

[His eyebrows quirk slightly at him, then he jerks his head towards a mat.]

Okay, let's do this. [He stands in the middle of the mat, arms loose at his sides.] Hit me. I wanna see what you can do.

[beseeched]

You want me to hit you?

[Jimmy's pretty surprised by that, but he doesn't turn it down. He hasn't been in a fight in a long time. He can't remember what it's like to be in a fisticuffs situation and he's pretty sure if he was in one with this guy that he'd lose.

He cautiously steps forward, adjacent to his new instructor, and reels back with a right cross. He figured a lower blow would be seen as something cowardly. He may not be proficient in fighting but he knew enough to at least remain somewhat respectable.]

How's that?

[notafraidofthedark]

[]As Jimmy's right cross comes towards Riddick's jaw, he catches the fist in one hand, turning so that Jimmy's arm is now bent backwards and up behind his back at a painful angle. He releases the other mans hand after just a moment, stepping back with a grin.]

Good, you've got a good right hook. But you left yourself wide open for that.

[beseeched]

[Jimmy winces as his arm gets wrenched back and stumbles a little with the angle that the other man has him in.]

Yeah, I get that.

[Hard not to be sarcastic. He rotates his arm after he's been released feeling so small in comparison to the person training him.]

I'm Jimmy.

[lightblindbadass]

Richard B. Riddick. [Normally Riddick is quite perceptive, when it comes to things other than humans that is. The other man's discomfort is completely lost on him as he continues his lesson.]

Try standing like this [he rumbles, demonstrating as he presents Jimmy with his side, feet apart and one slightly behind the other]

It gives the other person a smaller target.

[beseeched]

[While Jimmy mulls over what to call him, Richard, Rick, or Riddick he's already getting more instructions. He does as he's told, separating his feet and putting one a little farther back. He feels awkward doing it, but he's not completely green. That's a start. He's been in a few brawls, back in his college years. Not a lot since.]

Like this?

[notafraidofthedark]

That's good. Keep your arms loose at first. If you're too tense to start it'll be easier for your opponent to get in a hit as you try to over-correct and defend yourself. [He demonstrates by mirroring Jimmy's stance.]

Now try again. [And still he is completely unaware of any discomfort that Jimmy may be feeling. He's in the zone, so to speak, and training to fight is no place for a ton of emotions. Not that Riddick is the best example of healthy emotional expression or anything... ]

[beseeched]

[At least he's getting first hand experience from someone that obviously knows what their doing.] Loose. Okay. [He sighs and rotates his shoulders. Trying his best to do what he was told to and loosen up. It doesn't really work, but it's the thought that counts, right?] You want me to- [He should've known. Somehow he doubts he's going to land the blow but he throws another punch. This time coming from the left.]

[notafraidofthedark]

[And finally with a Wis check of 19, Riddick senses that something is bothering Jimmy. What, he had no fucking clue, but it was enough to make the other man uncomfortable, uneasy, and it was distracting.

Enough so that when Jimmy swings at him he moves just a bit too slowly. Jimmy's fist connects with a semi-solid thwack on his jaw, turning his head the slightest bit. His head turns slowly to the other man, working his jaw slightly as a grin spreads across his face.]

That's more like it.

[beseeched]

[Jimmy smiles. Probably for the first time since showing up at the gym. He's been feeling out of place for a while but he really wants to follow this through. He pulls his fist back and stretches his fingers out, it hurt him more than it was likely to hurt the other guy.]

Thanks, Rich.

[notafraidofthedark]

[His first instinct is to correct him for ever calling him 'Rich' again. But then he remembers it isn't nice to completely alienate people he'd just met by scaring the hell out of them. So he lets it slide, perhaps for the first time ever.

He nods his chin in the direction of one of hanging punching bags on the next mat over.]

Lets work on one of those for a bit.

[beseeched]

[The first reaction from Jimmy is a snort of disbelief. Then he realizes that this guy is serious. He's familiar with punching bags and he doesn't have anywhere near the endurance to work with one.]

You want me to do that?

[notafraidofthedark]

Did I stutter? Get over there and show me what you have, or else how will I know what the hell I have to work with?

[Yep, like it or not, you are now one of Riddick's projects. Lets just hope it doesn't get you killed in the process.

As Jimmy moves over to the next mat, Riddick grabs another roll of wrist tape, tossing it to the other man.]

Here, wrap your hands so you don't break anything.

[beseeched]

[Wow. He's not used to being talked to like that and he's about to retort but thinks better of it and walks over. Riddick is a lot bigger and he doesn't want to lose this opportunity to learn.]

How should I wrap them?

[He caught the tape so his reflexes aren't so bad, but he has no experience at all with this.]

[notafraidofthedark]

[Riddick shows him how to wrap his left hand, over the wrist and woven through the fingers, again and again, then hands him the tape roll so he can wrap his other hand as he was shown.]

Remember not to skimp when you wrap, otherwise you'll break your hand or wrist every time you throw a punch at the bag. Now, stand like I showed you [he pauses to give Jimmy time to wrap his hand and get into position.]