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femmejosephine) wrote2015-05-07 09:22 pm
femmejosephine) wrote2015-05-07 09:22 pm
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For Porthos: Self-Defense Class
She hadn't been sure about it when one of the shelters had asked her to teach a self-defense class. Well, actually, they'd started by asking if she knew anything about that, and she'd said that she did. She'd lived on the street, after all. Self-defense was required, even without Section training. She'd told them she had never been formally trained in it, and that was true. She'd been trained in offense more than defense.
Still, they'd asked if she'd do it. She'd considered it for a while, then decided she could do it without revealing too many of her skills. She didn't want to do that both for her own safety and to avoid too many awkward questions. Having a murder conviction was a disqualifying detail for almost every shelter, which she understood fully.
Tonight had been the third class. They'd started the course with a discussion of personal safety and personal space, as well as being aware of environments and strategies to get help when you didn't look like someone anyone would want to help. She'd wanted to emphasize to them that there was a mental as well as a physical component to defending oneself. Now they were moving into basic countermeasures, balance shifts, and non-lethal disabling strikes. Everyone, including her, had to be the victim and the attacker at least twice with three different people. She was, not surprisingly, the best at taking people down and at attacking them, even those larger than she was, though she had played her skills down considerably.
When it was over, she was tired, but happy. Her students thanked her as they left, and she hoped that they'd retain something, that they'd be able to defend themselves if needed. Only time would tell, though, and she smiled a little as she flipped the switch to turn the lights in the gym area off.
Still, they'd asked if she'd do it. She'd considered it for a while, then decided she could do it without revealing too many of her skills. She didn't want to do that both for her own safety and to avoid too many awkward questions. Having a murder conviction was a disqualifying detail for almost every shelter, which she understood fully.
Tonight had been the third class. They'd started the course with a discussion of personal safety and personal space, as well as being aware of environments and strategies to get help when you didn't look like someone anyone would want to help. She'd wanted to emphasize to them that there was a mental as well as a physical component to defending oneself. Now they were moving into basic countermeasures, balance shifts, and non-lethal disabling strikes. Everyone, including her, had to be the victim and the attacker at least twice with three different people. She was, not surprisingly, the best at taking people down and at attacking them, even those larger than she was, though she had played her skills down considerably.
When it was over, she was tired, but happy. Her students thanked her as they left, and she hoped that they'd retain something, that they'd be able to defend themselves if needed. Only time would tell, though, and she smiled a little as she flipped the switch to turn the lights in the gym area off.