Sparring at dawn
Early this morning, Dinah can be found on the stretch of well-used field between the bunker and the pond, in full Black Canary costume, stretching out. She's joined just after sunrise by Mel, who leaves the girls in their baby chairs at the edge of an unmarked area and joins the older woman.
"You sure you want to do this?"
They both say this at once. Mel smirks widely then, and Dinah grins naturally. It's the blonde who bows first, but Mel follows soon after, coming back up into a stance learned from Iroh. Dinah's stance is her own - or rather, her mother's. One copied all those years ago but never taught. Like the habit of always letting her opponent get one hit in first so she can find out what they're made of.
It might have broken her jaw, except she knows how to roll with it, throwing her hands above her head as she flies back, turning it into a somersault and recovering. Even then, she could tell, from the look in Mel's eyes and the way in which she recovered - the young mother had pulled her punch. Dinah resolves not to let her land another one. A harder resolve than she's comfortable with, and it's not Mel's strength. Since she first pulled on her Mom's fishnets and wig, Dinah Lance has been fighting people who are stronger and hit harder than she does. But it's not that often she comes across someone who's this much faster as well.
Mel's next few punches, well executed but mostly powerful,hit thin air as Dinah weaves around them, counting on her superior eye to predict where they'll hit rather than her own speed. When the Black Canary strikes out, it's with perfect form and precision, mixing everything she learned from all her teachers.
Mom
The JSA
Sensei
Batman
Diana
Cassandra
Lady Shiva
Dinah's never once been short of teachers, and she's always been willing to learn more. And to teach. And that's what this is, really, learning from the superstrong thiefwho's been fighting to protect her family, and attempting to teach the young street fighter that strength and speed can get you nowhere if you don't have the skill.
Mel's not learning it well. Dinah knock her down, and she rolls right back up, launching herself at the woman. The Black Canary's a martial artist, but the thief's a street wrestler, and never worried about stance and technique as long as she can stay off her feet and keep the attacks going. On more than one occasion, she throws Dinah across the field, but Dinah's been there as well, rolling in the air to avoid losing herself.
The sparring goes on for nigh-on an hour, the upper hand switching regularly. Dinah begins to flag first, not having the same super stamina, but Mel's attacks also slow down as the sun rises, and as Mel begins to get sloppy, Dinah's technique stays perfect even through the sweat coursing down her face.
"You rely too much on your powers," she says, and after all this time it's the first thing either of them have said.
"What's 'too much'?" Mel manages. "I can't exactly help being strong."
But then someone can take you and cage you and reduce you to a piece of meat and you'll never sing again.
"But you can work on your technique," Dinah says. "you've worked with Cass, I can tell, but you've not learned from her. So someone can still do this, and this, and this."
OK, so talking provided a distraction that let Dinah move in to hit the right points. So it was a bit of a dirty trick, but it still sent Mel sprawling, grinning in defeat. She shrugs widely and takes Dinah's proffered hand to stand.
"...and I didn't even need to show you my power."
"This is you telling me I need to get back into training?"
"This is me offering to work with you."
After that's established, Dinah collapses against the bunker, gulping from a bottle of water. She's sort of hoping the display would encourage some of the other fighters to talk about training with her.
[OOC: See, I promised Weaves.Open for spectator threads, but if you wanna catch either of them afterwards, I'll pick them up when I'm back from work.]
"You sure you want to do this?"
They both say this at once. Mel smirks widely then, and Dinah grins naturally. It's the blonde who bows first, but Mel follows soon after, coming back up into a stance learned from Iroh. Dinah's stance is her own - or rather, her mother's. One copied all those years ago but never taught. Like the habit of always letting her opponent get one hit in first so she can find out what they're made of.
It might have broken her jaw, except she knows how to roll with it, throwing her hands above her head as she flies back, turning it into a somersault and recovering. Even then, she could tell, from the look in Mel's eyes and the way in which she recovered - the young mother had pulled her punch. Dinah resolves not to let her land another one. A harder resolve than she's comfortable with, and it's not Mel's strength. Since she first pulled on her Mom's fishnets and wig, Dinah Lance has been fighting people who are stronger and hit harder than she does. But it's not that often she comes across someone who's this much faster as well.
Mel's next few punches, well executed but mostly powerful,hit thin air as Dinah weaves around them, counting on her superior eye to predict where they'll hit rather than her own speed. When the Black Canary strikes out, it's with perfect form and precision, mixing everything she learned from all her teachers.
Mom
The JSA
Sensei
Batman
Diana
Cassandra
Lady Shiva
Dinah's never once been short of teachers, and she's always been willing to learn more. And to teach. And that's what this is, really, learning from the superstrong thiefwho's been fighting to protect her family, and attempting to teach the young street fighter that strength and speed can get you nowhere if you don't have the skill.
Mel's not learning it well. Dinah knock her down, and she rolls right back up, launching herself at the woman. The Black Canary's a martial artist, but the thief's a street wrestler, and never worried about stance and technique as long as she can stay off her feet and keep the attacks going. On more than one occasion, she throws Dinah across the field, but Dinah's been there as well, rolling in the air to avoid losing herself.
The sparring goes on for nigh-on an hour, the upper hand switching regularly. Dinah begins to flag first, not having the same super stamina, but Mel's attacks also slow down as the sun rises, and as Mel begins to get sloppy, Dinah's technique stays perfect even through the sweat coursing down her face.
"You rely too much on your powers," she says, and after all this time it's the first thing either of them have said.
"What's 'too much'?" Mel manages. "I can't exactly help being strong."
But then someone can take you and cage you and reduce you to a piece of meat and you'll never sing again.
"But you can work on your technique," Dinah says. "you've worked with Cass, I can tell, but you've not learned from her. So someone can still do this, and this, and this."
OK, so talking provided a distraction that let Dinah move in to hit the right points. So it was a bit of a dirty trick, but it still sent Mel sprawling, grinning in defeat. She shrugs widely and takes Dinah's proffered hand to stand.
"...and I didn't even need to show you my power."
"This is you telling me I need to get back into training?"
"This is me offering to work with you."
After that's established, Dinah collapses against the bunker, gulping from a bottle of water. She's sort of hoping the display would encourage some of the other fighters to talk about training with her.
[OOC: See, I promised Weaves.Open for spectator threads, but if you wanna catch either of them afterwards, I'll pick them up when I'm back from work.]