Girl Fight ... Well, Not Really
Who: Ami, Teyla
Where: A Clearing near the Gamma Team Training Field
When: Thursday, May 4
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Yeah, then, that hurt.
The shifting spectrum of vision from black to red to white and back to normal as a result being stunned by the harsh landing on the ground counteracted the pain, however.
Mostly.
Ami groaned as she drew the forcibly expelled breath back into her lungs. Breathing didn't help the hurt, but it also didn't compound it which was a good thing. The stinging to her tail bone, the throbbing in her shoulders and the ringing in her head were sharpened by the return of oxygen to flow.
"Ami, are you quite all right?" Teyla's face replaced the blue sky and filled Ami's vision.
"Define all right." Ami steeled herself and pushed up to a sitting position. Muscles twinged in places she didn't even know she had muscles. "Still breathing, still moving - I think - so, yeah, that'd be all right."
"That as may be, I think that we have done enough for today." Teyla extended her hand and Ami gladly accepted it. The other woman was strong, her grip firm and Ami was actually grateful for the assistance to her feet.
Ami first noticed Teyla practicing with a group of marines three days earlier. Well, perhaps practicing was a misnomer. Teyla moved through fight stances with practiced ease, drawing a sweat and breathing heavy, but made the stave fighting look flawless and effortless. The men and women that she went up against, mistakenly thought that it was effortless, and Teyla easily disarmed and grounded them.
Ami watched the session with rapt interest, and had approached Teyla afterward.
"I want to learn to fight like that," Ami told the woman over dinner. "I'm hoping to be assigned to a Gamma Team, and being able to defend myself without a weapon would be beneficial."
"Are you not receiving weapons training from Captain Boone?"
"Teyla, you've been off-world plenty of times. Do you always have a gun to rely on?"
Teyla smiled ever so slightly and nodded her head in acquiescence. "Do you have any formal … hand to hand training?"
"Martial arts. Mostly Aikido."
"I know of this ... Aikido. It will help you with my style of fighting."
"Really?"
"Yes, it will be good that you know how to fall."
They started lessons the next day and Ami quickly learned that Teyla had not been joking about knowing how to fall. Still, Teyla complimented her after each session, insisting that Ami caught on well and was performing "above expectation." Ami didn't believe her, but didn't argue either.
Though there was a gym of sorts for working out, Teyla and Ami performed outdoors, in an open clearing not far from where the Gamma Team training took place. The venue was Ami's choice. A padded gym would not be available in an off-world or hostile situation.
"You are naturally intuitive," Teyla observed as Ami flexed and stretched, trying to shake off the bulk of the hits she took. "You take the most strikes and go down most frequently when you pause to question your intuition. Perhaps next session, we should try it with a blindfold." Teyla motioned to the small audience, mostly male gathered to watch two women in work out pants and sports bras work up a sweat. "And without the audience."
Where: A Clearing near the Gamma Team Training Field
When: Thursday, May 4
Invited: Anyone
Status: Complete
Yeah, then, that hurt.
The shifting spectrum of vision from black to red to white and back to normal as a result being stunned by the harsh landing on the ground counteracted the pain, however.
Mostly.
Ami groaned as she drew the forcibly expelled breath back into her lungs. Breathing didn't help the hurt, but it also didn't compound it which was a good thing. The stinging to her tail bone, the throbbing in her shoulders and the ringing in her head were sharpened by the return of oxygen to flow.
"Ami, are you quite all right?" Teyla's face replaced the blue sky and filled Ami's vision.
"Define all right." Ami steeled herself and pushed up to a sitting position. Muscles twinged in places she didn't even know she had muscles. "Still breathing, still moving - I think - so, yeah, that'd be all right."
"That as may be, I think that we have done enough for today." Teyla extended her hand and Ami gladly accepted it. The other woman was strong, her grip firm and Ami was actually grateful for the assistance to her feet.
Ami first noticed Teyla practicing with a group of marines three days earlier. Well, perhaps practicing was a misnomer. Teyla moved through fight stances with practiced ease, drawing a sweat and breathing heavy, but made the stave fighting look flawless and effortless. The men and women that she went up against, mistakenly thought that it was effortless, and Teyla easily disarmed and grounded them.
Ami watched the session with rapt interest, and had approached Teyla afterward.
"I want to learn to fight like that," Ami told the woman over dinner. "I'm hoping to be assigned to a Gamma Team, and being able to defend myself without a weapon would be beneficial."
"Are you not receiving weapons training from Captain Boone?"
"Teyla, you've been off-world plenty of times. Do you always have a gun to rely on?"
Teyla smiled ever so slightly and nodded her head in acquiescence. "Do you have any formal … hand to hand training?"
"Martial arts. Mostly Aikido."
"I know of this ... Aikido. It will help you with my style of fighting."
"Really?"
"Yes, it will be good that you know how to fall."
They started lessons the next day and Ami quickly learned that Teyla had not been joking about knowing how to fall. Still, Teyla complimented her after each session, insisting that Ami caught on well and was performing "above expectation." Ami didn't believe her, but didn't argue either.
Though there was a gym of sorts for working out, Teyla and Ami performed outdoors, in an open clearing not far from where the Gamma Team training took place. The venue was Ami's choice. A padded gym would not be available in an off-world or hostile situation.
"You are naturally intuitive," Teyla observed as Ami flexed and stretched, trying to shake off the bulk of the hits she took. "You take the most strikes and go down most frequently when you pause to question your intuition. Perhaps next session, we should try it with a blindfold." Teyla motioned to the small audience, mostly male gathered to watch two women in work out pants and sports bras work up a sweat. "And without the audience."