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[first_of_steel]

Who: Roger Maxson, Verity, and anybody human or humanoid who cares to show up
What: Roger's finally teaching a self-defense class for the squishies
Where: A gym-type area on the hostel premises
When: Sometime in the afternoon or early evening
Warnings: Probably not but I'll edit this if needed

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[wreckerverity]

Oh, Verity was always up for some fisticuffs. Especially where she might learn something. Anything she can do herself she can do in her powersuit against a larger, mech-ier opponent. So she had her Learnin' Face on.

And she'd also got a bit of a bone to pick with Roger. You know, about having Rapunzel as his little kitchen wench? And having no problem with that? Oh, really? Like that's all women are good for?

She took a patch of floor and started stretching out, giving Roger a nod followed by a Hairy Eyeball.

One way or the other? School is in session.

[first_of_steel]

"All right, we should be ready to start," says Roger, although whether he notices the look he's getting from Verity is questionable. "Thank you all for coming. We're going to be starting in the same place I started back in my first days in the Army- with the basic grappling and immobilizing ground drills. Everyone who gets in a fight winds up on the ground eventually. We're starting there so you can learn to get out of that situation. Putting the other person in it instead comes next. Besides, it'll give me a chance to see what I can expect from each of you overall before I start putting you through falls, throws and recovery."

"I'm going to need a volunteer to start off with. I'll be beginning on the ground."

[wreckerverity]

Oh, Capt'n Max, you're making this too easy!

Wreckers don't volunteer, though. They just...shoot anyone ahead of them on line.

Verity bounced to her feet, glaring at the other 'students'. Heh. Pretty sweet to beat a little Gender Justice into the Cap in front of all these witnesses.

"Well since nobody else wants the job...." RIGHT?!

[first_of_steel]

One of the students in the first row opens his mouth to speak. This does not last long and he falls back to an abashed silence.

Roger? Merely nods. "All right," he says, and indicates an open spot on the floor. "We'll begin with the assumption that you've got me down and you're controlling my midsection. That'll be a straddle. My job is to reverse our positions without getting into something worse."

With that, he settles down to the floor. If he's got any kind of gender issues in mind, he sure as heck isn't showing it.