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  1. "Ain't ever had to do that. I learned to not parry wit my face." He said it simply, and he grinned, as he moved into the ring, stepping through the middle the rope as he moved in close, holding out a hand to touch gloves. "Ya spoke up, an' youse arms are bigger'n'Claude's ovah there. But he's next." When she drew in close, he leaned in to say somethin' softly. Stepping back from her addressed everyone. "Everyone 'cept Ben gets to do whatever they want, I'm just gonna touch spar, with just what I was teaching." And he lifted his hands as he resumed his stance. He wasn't a show boat, there was no slap'n'giggle to this, he was taking her seriously. Apart from training in groups, or in a situation like, he didn't brag. Hell if he had ducked out when he wanted to he'd have avoided this.
  2. Benny stopped, and he looked at them. His face inscrutable for a moment before he slide the target pads off of his hands, and he rolled his his head on his neck, before stretching to the side. He was wordless as he gestured towards the gloves to the side. "Put 'em on. Put 'em up. These protect youse hands more 'en their face, and if ya ain't used ta it, this will make it easier ta punch." Then he stepped back and lifted his hands in a slightly bladed stance, his right hand leading, it was more squared off than what he has showed earlier, but if they knew the business that was expected, he straight up said what style he tended to use. "Watchdog youse first. If ya can shoot the Raven, I should be a cake walk." He was light on his feet, already, moving. Though he looked like a stalking panther, and less the brash kid from the Fens with a stereotypical Joisey accent. One might have heard the ring of the bell.
  3. "Right! Remember, loadin' a punch from the same hand is hard to make sure that it connects with power. Haveta pull the arm back, and bring your body back to push it out. But, most fellas ain't gonna see it. A sucker punch ain't blindsiding them, it's the punch ya shoulda seen comin' but takes you out, 'cause yer a sucka! We gonna keep bladed up, present as little a target as possible, use your shoulder, your under arm and a lotta head movement to keep a punch from landing. Keep up the combo, I'll show youself, called the Philly Shell!" And he did just that, adopting a similar stance as then, it deep put his lead arm out, but he just went about dodging the blows they were throw, instead of having them hit the pads. Focusing on demonstrating how to slip. As he shifted himself on his feet, and moved his shoulder and head to deflect, avoid or let the punch just slide along his arm. When other Ben was up for it, he nodded curtly, and in the middle of doing his defense against the blows, he suddenly pivoted, and did the combo against OctoBen. Though he still had on the pads, and he wasn't trying to make contact, but he was proving the point of how he throw that combo from anywhere, even in the middle of avoiding an attack. "Hold up Ben," he moved his leading left hand up towards the other teens face. "See when ya got a fist in yer face, youse gonna flinch. Gonna put your defenses up. And when that's the case ya can't see, and ya rhythm is broken. Rhythm broken means ya can't push forward. That's why we do the two jabs. Then ya pull away, and they open up to go against youse, and then you get them dat hook." He nodded a little bit, as he grinned at them. "So let's change this up. Leading flicker jab." And he threw the bunch, "Now yer gonna follow this, and step off-line again, moving around...to the back side of their leading hand, and yer gonna do a low hook under their arms. But I want ya to keep youse hand up towards their face, make 'em try to deal with it... but also youse can slip down to hook their lead hand, but it's like this." And he demoed it slow, a fast jab, stepping in after it, then stepping to the side, keeping his hand up around head level and ready to tangle up with the shadow opponent's lead hand, and then he dropped his left hand and aimed right around where the floating rib might be. It was a deceptively simple seeming effort, but it wasn't. Just straight forward, if advanced thing. And it got them moving in the other direction, which was more the goal to help encourage not just standing still and trading blows.
  4. Benny wasn't too perturbed by the events till now, he sat back, and let things happen. He wasn't really good He sighed softly, "Youse guys stick together, sorry I'mma disappoint ya teach, but I can't let someone just go off on their own. Even if he is probably chasing some sorta spirit bear thing that sounds like a helpless traveler to lure in prey." He sounded appropriately contrite, weary, and already resolved to his action , before he just lunged forward, into a steady run, after the pixie dust. "HEY PAN SLOW DOWN! I HATE FIGHTIN' SOUL SUCKIN' DEMON BEARS IN CAVES!" He sprang, hitting a wall, and ricocheting off of it at a perfect angle to chase after Pan, grousing to himself along the way, "Swear ta gahd, if this is second to the right and straight on to the morning I am feedin' Pan to a tickin' croc..."
  5. Benny moved his hands effortlessly to set up the blows. "Sloppy jalopy Claude. I said strong jab, fast jab, hook. That's two flicker jabs. Yer heavy on youse feet, and yer body ain't in the hook, it's wide, no hip and lot on ya shoulder. Yer stance is wide, so ya need more head movement or youse gonna eat a sucka punch. Change targets, jabs to the right, cross to the left." And he went through it again. In the middle of the second punch he barked out a, "Duck after this, then throw the cross, an' step to your strong hand's side." As soon as the jab connected, he threw his own punch aimed for Claude's jaw, it was slower than what he could do, but it was setting up a target to avoid, before he was immediately in place to catch the cross with the pad. Then he broke away from Claude, and he addressed the rest. "Youse guys all gonna do the sequence." He then did it, strong, fast, duck, cross, then moved to his right. His steps light, bouncy, except when the punches were thrown. They planted, and he exploded off of his stance, but the moment he didn't need them, they were moving. "Judy in front everyone line up, and jog in place, step up, throw 'em, move and go to the back of the line. This stuff is simple, but ya can't ever mess up on the simple stuff. I trow dis combo a hundred times a day even now. Ya ain't gonna be fightin' none them ninjas, or Dr. Sin's kung fu goons everytime. Ya fall down to the purse swipes because ya get cocky and think youse can just haymaker them, or trow a twirly flyin' roundhouse because it'll shows up in da papers." The pads were up and he was waiting for them. It was clear he didn't abide cocky, or what he took as such.
  6. Benny moved to Judy, going to stand behind her, and he reached out and gently pushed her elbows in towards her body more. "Keep 'em close. If they are wide then they see 'em coming. And ya don't wanna throw haymakers and farmer punches, unless ya making a movie." He moved to stand beside her and going her through the motion, a strong lead jab, a faster jab, before he brought the hard right. Despite his bulk, Benny's hand's didn't seem heavy. His movements sharp and precise. "Give it a go from here, we're shadow boxing, we ain't hittin' no one right now, just loosenin' up, yeah?" His tone changed when he was talking to Judy, it softened. He looked back to Ash, and he started to talk to say somethin', before Claude's sulking caught his attention. "Naw. Elbows in. Ya throwin' like a drunk sailor." Was he really? No, but it seemed exaggeration was how Benny underscored his points. Then his eyes rolled back to Ash. "I'm 'bout two sixty, so I am a heavyweight, I can't cut to one eighty, unless I wanna look like a corpse. The current champs stand 'bout six five, at least, and are that weight." His tone was matter of fact as he stepped towards the bench to pick up his target pads, and slipped them on. "Now, ya wanna go against someone like me, then ya still need the fundamentals. Sure, ya got a puncher's chance, but then, might as well bet all ya money in Atlantic City for that does ya. But, if we wanna get fancy, ya be an aggressive counter puncher, get in, slip and roll on a tight guard, and hit hard. Break up their rhythm, either ya wait for the mistake, or make them do it. Footwork and positioning. This is like how Dempsey, Patterson, or Tyson did it. Well, part." He moved back to Claude then with the pads on and he held up his hands with the pads. "Words, words, words. Two jabs, like I said, like ya mean it, to my right, then move to youse right to go off line, and then throw the hook to my right hand, got it? Good."
  7. Benny didn't give Ben much time, "Yo! Zip it Ben!" He boomed to Octolad, "This is teachin' time, you wanna jack-jaw ya can do it after I'm done. Ya want in, you can be in, but we're doin' drills. Progressive ones. So we'll start with a sequence and add more, and change it up. This is about learning to walk, then we run. If youse wanna question it, well that can happen later. We gonna start with shadow boxing, then we worry 'bout hittin' targets, capice?" He stepped back, having finished his hand wraps on everyone, confident they were tight, because it was something he practiced on, and fidgeted with a lot. Benny surveyed the rest, oozing easy confidence from someone who knew what he was talking about. "First thing, put 'em up." He stood, legs a shoulder's width apart and holding his hands up hovering near his shoulders. "Then ya blade up, that means to move to present smallest target. Ya want yer offhand in front, and yer main hand in back. Do it now, and give each other space. We're gonna do a simple jab, jab, and cross combo. This is a bread an' butter." And with that, he switched into an orthodox righthand stance, his left leading. He made a show of the movements, his elbows in tight, with no waste movement. His left snapped out quick, with a strong right to follow, the display showed the push off of his feet, the movement of his hips and shoulders. "First jab has some oomph, because it's to get their attention, maybe get 'em to brush back, second one's quicker, ya want speed to set up the cross. A good cross to the jaw is a trip to dreamland." Benny moved, changing where he was standing to show off the technique to others as he repeated it, though slower. "And if youse lucky, that first hard jab might send 'em sprawlin'. But ya keep youse hands up, got it?"
  8. "See, this ain't wise..." Benny trailed off as he watched the sniping and other stuff keep happening. His face set hard, and he turned from Judy finishing wrapping her hands, to then put his index and thumb in his mouth, as he pressed his lips tight, before he let out a loud, shrill whistle with enough volume to reverberate, and he followed it up with a rumbling, baritone that came deep from his diaphragm as he glowered. "Cool it!" He looked at them, as the switch was flipped and his 'aw shucks' kinda vibe was done. "Ya hear me? Cut with the silly stuff. Ya gonna pull the bluster, an' ya outta here." His annoyance writ large on his features. He fell into the only understanding of the role he had found himself in, and it was as a hardass. "If ya think ya can spend this whole time hasslin' each other when yer learning tells me ya ain't valuing what I'm teaching, and that means I sure as heck don't wanna waste time on youse. An' it tells me that later when we need to back each other up ya wont do that neither. Got it?" He huffed a bit, his expression still a bit pugnacious, and his jaw set just so, and he moved to Heroditus, "Let's wrap your hands too buddy. An' Judy," he called over his shoulder at her, "Nah yer in this. We're startin' with drills, most youse guys sloppier'n scrambled eggs with ketchup."
  9. Released Davyd, and he rolled smoothly into a crouch,. One could imagine hearing springs slowly creaking and loading. Looking at his teammates, he regarded them as slightly mad. He moved to cut the distance between him and Nick, and he put a hand on his shoulders, to help guided him towards the shell, trying to place himself between the guy and what he perceived the danger. "I am glad someone speaks pigeon." Though he was keeping his wary eyes on Davyd ready to leap back at him to recover him once more if the birds went hostile. He would say this is weird, but it really wasn't.
  10. Benny's eyes widened, the mild mannered guy suddenly had a lot of people here. His invite was open, he just didn't expect everyone to show up, but he dutifully finished wrapping Claude's righthand. "There are some o'them light MMA gloves, but yer gonna wanna wrap up your hands first. An I guess we'll start with progressive drills." His own Joisey accent showing, his tone bemused, as was the small smile. "Course ya had to decide on this after I've been doin' my work out for three hours." He jerked his head on his neck sharply, popping it loudly, as he held it there at an angle, stretching it out before he rolled it about his shoulder. "I ran into the Raven on-..." He trailed off, and shrugged a little bit, and then moved to offer the taping up of everyone else's hands. "If we don't do this most of youse knuckles gonna split and bleed, and it's gonna suck. Hands' delicate things."
  11. Benny shrugged a bit, not dismissing Claude's assertion more it seemed to slide off of him. "Hold up yer hands Claude. I'm sixteen, ain't exactly really had a lot of teachin' under my belt, so I can say I ain't good at it." He pulled the tape of length out as he looked at him still, and when the hand was offered, and he started to to do the wrap with practiced ease. Going around his wrist, and back up between each of the fingers, over the knuckles, and bracing the thumb. "Doesn't matter much for wrapping. There are others here who can, some teachers, and all that." Benny was big, fireplug of a guy, there was a little definition to the mass, but his body was a barrel, but as he moved the muscles did under his skin bunched and moved about. Once that hand was done he waited for the other. "Ain't see much of a point to antagonize each other really." When he spoke like that it wasn't a rebuke, there was an edge to the beefy kid that hinted at experience.
  12. He shrugged a bit, as he looked at her, his lips pressed tight, and that loutish face of the thick necked teeth was placid, but there were wheels spinning. "I s'pose. I mean, most mooks I've punched ain't nothin' but punchin' the clock themselfs. Anger ain't pretty, but it's not the common thing. Most... what? At-risk yoots ain't gonna be offered a devil's deal often. Mostly it's the way for them to make ends meet. Been there, hustled on the street. Got lucky, and fast enough hands to get out of that." He punched his other palm with his wrapped hand, grinding, and testing the wrap there. "I ain't sayin' yoose words is wrong. Just, I dunno. I ain't much for ethics really. I guess more ways I see it from the ground. Sometimes lookin' down from the rooftop. Either way, I gotsta tell myself that I'm right when I'm knockin' skulls, yanno?"
  13. He arched his brows a bit, as he slowly drank down the water, then shrugged a bit at that. "Sure buddy, I ain't mucha teach, but I can give it a go." He grinned a little bit, his loutish features brightening up into that expression, as he moved to get some tape. "Though, lookin' at ya hands, we're gonna need to wrap them up first, and then we can put gloves. And I'll do the pads." He seemed more confident than in the tech room, his though his eyes were as sharp before, but this? This was his element. He unspooled the tape to start the wrapping as he looked levelly at Claude.
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