Break Out the Mats and Spar (Tag Martel)

Posted Jan. 19, 2022, 8:43 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Miranda Martel (Chief Engineer) in Break Out the Mats and Spar (Tag Martel)


Bethany grinned, “We did. And you aren’t late. I had to move the time around last minute to get the holodeck time. I updated the ship wide schedule, but it was really too last minute for people to get here. But for the next half hour I’m all yours. Get yourself ready and then meet me over there.” She nodded toward the center ring, “Computer deactivate the training AI. Smith-Smith-Omega-Ego-Fail.” Bethany wasn’t one of those that surprised punched their opponent. There was a time and place for that, but first time on the mat was not. All that did was serve to show off needlessly and set your partner up from practice mode to attack mode. Bethany stood in the center of the marked space and rolled her shoulders back once to loosen the knots from the previous hour, and then stood, hands loose at her sides, feet slightly more than shoulder length apart, left foot slightly in front of the other, perfectly balanced.


Miranda nodded and pulled out her own wraps from the bag. They were the color of a dark bloodstain. Carefully she worked them around her hands, between her fingers, around her wrists, making sure they supported, protected, without restricting. Going through a quick stretch routine, shoulders, wrists elbows, neck, hips, back, legs , splits. She bounced back to her feet and shook her hands out as she made her way over. Loosened up, at least enough to prevent injury she parked herself in front o Gadi.


The way Miranda wrapped her hands told Bethany about the level of skill the woman. In one quick movement she brought her fists up to shoulder height, dropped her center of gravity by widening her stance and then bobbed in, jabbed, and bobbed back out, but at an acute angle to where she’d started. As if Miranda was the center of a pie and Bethany was cutting slices out around her. Her feet never actually lifted from the ground, but rather glided smoothly over it, allowing her to shift her weight from one foot to the other seamlessly. Jabs and crosses alternated at random and Bethany’s target (shoulder, nose, jaw, side, ribs, solar plexus, gut) did as well.


The jab was sharp and sudden. She’d only been in a casual ready, just standing there. But if you’re always ready you never have to get ready. Miranda jerked her head to the right, hands coming up into a boxing ready. The fist caught the side of her cheekbone and skidded off. It Knocked her head to the right a little, but she was already going that way, making the blow more insult than injury. Right foot slid out with her in a big sidestep, clearing her of the follow up and buying her time.

Oh, she wants to go for it.

The redhead’s expression hardened, chin dropped. The faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Then came the next jab-cross. Left right left right. Rather than backpedaling, she shifted to the side and forward, making Beth move to follow, circling. She moved her head off line with each strike just a little, letting her feet do most of the work. Both hands were up, and not so much blocking but checking and parrying with little movements, flicks of the wrist and hand more than anything. Small, controlled. Waiting. Paying attention to the timing and ranging.

Then the next jab-cross came. Instead of dodging to the right, she shifted her foot left and forward, closing the gap. The jab sailed past her right ear. the cross was coming. Left hand swept up and palm contacted at the wrist. Miranda brought her right elbow around at the same time, aiming the point of her elbow straight into the flying fist, guided by her left. The intent? To de-fang the snake by busting that bastard’s teeth out. Compounding on the step-through, she planted her left foot and brought her right up and around in a power round kick toward the outside of Bethany’s left thigh. If she could knock her feet out from under her or takw away her ability to stand or move well with that leg, even for a few moments…

Martel, CE

The whole time Bethy was watching, gauging, getting a feel for Miranda’s style. Bethy’s mentor would like it, very ‘Zen’ like as she would say. Then she’d make Miranda do more than stand there looking bored. Ah good memories…

Bethany allowed her rhythm to become more predictable, more easily timed and followed, to see what Miranda would do with it. And then…there it was. When the jab missed, Bethany didn’t pull her arm back but wrapped it around Miranda’s back pulling them in closer so that Miranda’s elbow contacted her back. Oh, it hurt but not like it would have if it had struck true. The cross altered to grab at her shirt for purchase, but was deflected by Miranda’s left hand. But in close quarters the kick lost it’s point of power and when the sweep came, Bethany grinned, and dropped, taking Miranda with her. Bethany let her left arm that had been around Miranda’s shoulders slip down her right arm, pivoting on her hip as they landed, she aimed a to let her elbow land into Miranda’s soft core. Then executing a quick back roll she was back to her feet. Bethany wasn’t prepared to take this session to the floor with grappling. Bethany’s ever present grin was more natural. Miranda didn’t hesitate and she was observant.

This time Bethany didn’t move, she waited, letting Miranda take the initative.


Mentally she cursed at herself. Though nobody’d managed to handle that in that way. New territory. And then Beth’s weight was dragging her down. A choked curse slipped out audibly, but at the same time she tucked her chin, and… then slammed her fist down as they landed, breaking the fall. Then the elbow was coming and all she could do was tighten her core with a hiss, taking the blow. Beth rolled away, and right on the heel of it, Miranda reverse-rolled to her feet.

As Gadi came back around to face her she took a long couple of steps. Her left foot lashed out in a front kick, followed by a right front kick, one-two before she touched the floor again. Then a hop to her left, carrying her almost two meters away from where she landed, trying to get out of range before Gadi could counter.


Bethany hunched her body in the direction of the first kick allowing her body to absorb some of the impact and then a downward block the circled rather than stopped hard swept the second kick away. It was a flashy move, and one that could land Miranda on her back if she was facing the right opponent. It was fast though and that would save her from getting thrown to her back. Most opponents would not expect her to be that fast. As Miranda moved left, Bethany moved right, keeping their distance the same. Then suddenly Bethany closed the distance coming in with a double strike, that at the last minute turned into an outward sweep, allowing her left hand to grip Miranda’s right and pull her forward off balance, her right had coming across her chest and shoulder, weaving in a quick arc step her right foot came in behind Miranda’s left and with a quick twist of her hips, Bethany went for a hip throw.


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