[No one calls him EW and gets away with it! Except, like... a lot of people have said that to his face and he's more or less inclined to get away with it, but for the narrative of a fiery showdown, he has to be contentious.
That's why, he abandons everything he's doing:
Sorry, gotta see a girl about getting punched in the face!
---and heads straight to the Dojo, no stops. 9 minutes, 1 to spare.]
[She's been in the dojo for a bit before sending out the message to him. She now frequents it every day to keep up her training. She's grateful her assigned class is one she knows how to practice so it's even more important to keep in shape. She's dressed in her usual work out clothes of a tank top and sweatpants when he arrives, stretching after a solo bout.
Yang turns around to greet him with a grin.] Nice hustle. [No really. She's impressed he got here with a minute to spare.
She lifts her hands to her hips.] As thanks for the gift let's see if I can't teach you a thing or two about throwing a punch. [And also kick his butt in the meantime.]
[Ryuji's got a painfully loud, red t-shirt, complete with shitty English on it that says "No Mo Rules" and a pair of plaid school pants that have become so insanely comfortable from overuse that they might as well be pj's at this point. He arrives, a little out of breath, and holds up a hand, asking for just a moment to get his life in order.
Jury's still out on that one.]
Y..yeah. I put the p, the e, and the p in step.
[Wait.]
Er, takin' it back. I know how to spell. Don't look at me like that!
[... pfft. Hey, it made perfect sense to her. He definitely came in here with plenty of pep in his step.
But she gives him a moment to compose himself and then grins. She raises a hand and makes a motion with her fingers for him to come at her.]
The hands on approach. First just show me what you got. Don't hold back.
[No better way to figure out how to improve someone's style than by studying their form first. Her dad taught her well that way so she's pretty sure she can help him out.]
[He holds his hands out as if he was ready to start punching. Stance needs a little work, but he's gotten into enough fist fights when he was young to know what he should be doing for the most part. And when everything went to hell back home, Ryuji shed off caring about pretty much anything for a good long while. It was enough to earn him a bloody nose and bruised fists pretty quickly. His rap sheet grew from the track star who punched his coach in the face to the violent, vulgar boy that everyone should avoid. He liked that. Kept people out.
He leans heavily on his strong foot, which is definitely a sign of where he's absolutely the weakest, but on Yang's command, he's in it. He's trying to throw a punch, and unlike their sumo match before, he's actually trying.
A few hooks in, he realizes that his swing is a little wide, and tightens in, but he definitely needs a good deal of work.]
[The ease in which she blocks his blows may be disheartening but then Yang has trained her whole life in hand to hand combat. She also learned from the best, her dad, so it runs in the family. She catches his fist when he throws that last swing, with her metallic hand so that probably hurt for him a little, and she holds him fast.
She gives him an encouraging smile.] Not bad. You've got the power behind it you're just lacking the form. You could pack a pretty mean punch if you learned how to throw your weight behind it. [She can tell he had no formal training like she did but that he had enough combat experience to pick up on some things naturally. It makes her curious what kind of life he had in his world but... that didn't really matter here.]
If you can nail that you're golden. Here, I'll show you. [She drops his hand and takes a step back. She lifts her fists as if posed to strike him, shifting her feet in the proper position.]
Like this. Weight on both feet, if you can. [She noticed the shift to one foot earlier though. It's still doable if he can't copy her stance exactly.]
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Oh, you went way too goddamn far, dude.
[No one calls him EW and gets away with it! Except, like... a lot of people have said that to his face and he's more or less inclined to get away with it, but for the narrative of a fiery showdown, he has to be contentious.
That's why, he abandons everything he's doing:
Sorry, gotta see a girl about getting punched in the face!
---and heads straight to the Dojo, no stops. 9 minutes, 1 to spare.]
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Yang turns around to greet him with a grin.] Nice hustle. [No really. She's impressed he got here with a minute to spare.
She lifts her hands to her hips.] As thanks for the gift let's see if I can't teach you a thing or two about throwing a punch. [And also kick his butt in the meantime.]
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Jury's still out on that one.]
Y..yeah. I put the p, the e, and the p in step.
[Wait.]
Er, takin' it back. I know how to spell. Don't look at me like that!
[He straightens out a little bit.]
Anyway, first lesson, teach?
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But she gives him a moment to compose himself and then grins. She raises a hand and makes a motion with her fingers for him to come at her.]
The hands on approach. First just show me what you got. Don't hold back.
[No better way to figure out how to improve someone's style than by studying their form first. Her dad taught her well that way so she's pretty sure she can help him out.]
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He leans heavily on his strong foot, which is definitely a sign of where he's absolutely the weakest, but on Yang's command, he's in it. He's trying to throw a punch, and unlike their sumo match before, he's actually trying.
A few hooks in, he realizes that his swing is a little wide, and tightens in, but he definitely needs a good deal of work.]
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She gives him an encouraging smile.] Not bad. You've got the power behind it you're just lacking the form. You could pack a pretty mean punch if you learned how to throw your weight behind it. [She can tell he had no formal training like she did but that he had enough combat experience to pick up on some things naturally. It makes her curious what kind of life he had in his world but... that didn't really matter here.]
If you can nail that you're golden. Here, I'll show you. [She drops his hand and takes a step back. She lifts her fists as if posed to strike him, shifting her feet in the proper position.]
Like this. Weight on both feet, if you can. [She noticed the shift to one foot earlier though. It's still doable if he can't copy her stance exactly.]