Duck and Weave, Stick and Move! (LP Log)

Montamillion · 2020-03-30 06:24:55 PM

Setting: The Boxing Chamber in the Mountain

Characters: Dominik, Gregorian, Nilear, Wingsand, Terrence, and Zolomon

Summary: The day after supervising the leverets and gifting Greg's daughter Grace with a doll of her very own, the large LP Private known as Dominik has completely switched gears, as he is wont to do. We look in at the tail end of one of his boxing classes, and see that perhaps his particular style of teaching is not appreciated by his students....
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The Dom who is present here is just a little different than the one who had been supervising the Dibbuns the previous day. More than likely, the pawful of recruits who are gathered here in the boxing chamber likely would have preferred that version a hundred times over. Two or three of them are seated on the benches surrounding the ring, nursing various bumps and bruises, while another couple nervously pace back and forth on the outside, their gaze focused up at the ring and the massive hare inside of it. Dom's expression is a deadly serious one, all traces of the joy and kindness from the previous day gone as he stands there and glowers down at a much smaller recruit who is standing before him, swinging his paws wildly and thudding them haphazardly into Dom's midsection. After a few moments of this, Dom lifts a footpaw and gives the recruit a shove, sending him careening across the ring and into the ropes, then to the canvas. "No," he booms. "Is too careless. Too wild. Not vin fights vith flailing. Try again."

The dread the recruits were starting to have for Dom's lessons was becoming well known around the mountain and perhaps that's part of the reason Greg decided he wanted to fit a little observation in to his busy schedule. He was however considerably late to the class but he at least makes it down to the boxing cavern as it's still going on. Ducking in the door quietly the lieutenant tries not to draw attention from the recruits as he keeps to the back and watches as the poor hare who had faced Dom crawls back to his feet with a groan and a quiet "Yes sah" as he prays to everything he can think of that it'll be someone else's go now.

Dominik stands there, towering over the recruit and staring down at him as he watches the poor hare stumbling back up to his feet. The other hare'd been worked over pretty well already, but Dom wasn't going to be satisfied until the younger buck does what he was instructed to do. There are no do-overs out on the battlefield, after all. "Control is key thing to learn. Cannot let desperation cloud mind ven fighting. Try again." He squares himself up, and prepares for the recruit's oncoming flurry. "Aim at one spot, and focus on spot. Now, go."

Gregorian remains by the door, watching quietly with no apparent sympathy for the poor recruit who has to try and fight Dom. The recruit, Nilear, who was scared enough just in the swamps way back then nods nervously at Dom's words and tries to focus on a spot on Dom's chest and starts punching at it repeatedly. He lets his guard down entirely in the process and it's sloppy but mostly aimed at the right spot though with not much force behind it.

Dominik allows Nilear to punch at him, letting his fists thud into his chest over and over, and the recruit gets that glowering stare once again as the sound of the punches connecting echo throughout the cavern. His ears flattening, Dom notices that lack of defensive attention, and he simply takes a step forward and lowers his head. Taking another step forward, he thuds it hard right into Nilear's chest, likely sending him sprawling again. "No! Is not paying attention!" he booms, obviously displeased. "Duck and weave. Duck and weave! Not stand in one spot!" Dom still hasn't noticed Greg's arrival, his attention fully focused on his class.

Nilear's punches become faster, more erratic and panicked when Dom starts getting closer. He can tell he's doing something wrong but he doesn't know what and he desperately doesn't want to make the giant hare angry an he tries to please Dom by punching him faster. Which is an odd way of doing things. The recruit yelps as he's hit and sent to the ground again. For a second he curls up in to a ball to protect himself as he almost expects to be attacked further. Instead it seems he's expected to get up and keep going. He's not sure if that's worse. As Nilear pulls himself back up on the ropes he looks at the other recruits and so spots Greg at the back. The recruit's ears suddenly perk "H-how about a dem-demonstation!" he suggests with a hint of desperation as he points Greg out.

Dominik had fully been prepared to reach down and tug Nilear back up to his footpaws to continue...however, the smaller hare manages to make his way back up himself via use of the ropes. "Stick, and move. Stick, and move. Said to focus on one spot. Meant to move while focusing on spot, makes you harder target for retaliate," Dom replies, his voice loud and harsh. As Nilear points out Greg, Dom likely thinks it is a tactic the recruit is pulling to get him to divert his attention, and the large hare smirks. "Am not falling for. Dom is not stupid. Not get distracted, like students. Now try again. Giving one more chance to do right. If not, 30 pushups, then 30 pullups." He lifts a paw and motions towards the pull up bars in the room.

Gregorian raises an eyebrow at the recruit when he's pointed out. He can guess it's a distraction too and he grunts with some satisfaction as Dom doesn't fall for it. At least now he's been spotted he can settle in on a bench to watch from instead, any attempt to hide forgotten "Carry on" Greg says, more for the recruits who'd started watching him instead of the lesson. For a second Nilear had hope that it would work but no, he was doomed "You may as well give me the pushups now, I'm never going to undahstand boxin'" he complains with a bit of a whine to his voice though he's still doing as he's told and trying again. He starts with his fists raised up defensively in the right position and tries a bit of bobbing and weaving though it's a little clumsy as he's having to think about it too much. Finally he bobs, he weaves, he punches and misses, weaves again and punches again in at least the same general area of where he was aiming. He keeps moving, sidesteps in to the ropes once and then quickly moved back before trying another punch.

Zolomon has done some runner drills and now has decided to venture into here with some free time he has.

Dominik likely would have been just a tad easier on Nilear had the smaller buck not decided to voice his opinion...it was likely something else he had to work on. Dom's expression darkens immediately, a stormcloud rolling over his already intimidating features, and his eyes remain focused on Nilear as he begins to bob, weave and punch halfheartedly. The punches connect but simply glance off of his chest, and Dom finally lashes out with a strong, lightning fast blow of his paw right between the careless buck's eyes. "Vith attitude like that, you never vil. Then are no good to me. Next." He nudges his footpaw against Nilear's likely prone form, rolling him towards the end of the ring, and the apron just outside the ropes. He then glances back and notices that Greg is indeed there. The buck gives him a nod of acknowledgement, as well as a look that seems to say 'can you believe these fools?' Zolomon's entrance is noted as well, and he also gets a nod.

Nilear has barely time to yelp and makes no attempt to block before Dom's paw hits him and the rest of Dom's lesson is lost to him and he lies knocked out on the floor. Greg glances towards the door when Zolomon appears and he nods at the runner before looking back at the ring with a small frown. The next recruit is helping drag Nilear out of the ring and looking very nervous and a little angry as he reluctantly gets in the boxing ring too.

Zolomon does a salute to Greg.." Sur...looks like boxing class is going....well tis going suppose "

Dominik watches as they remove Nilear, the large buck shaking his head slowly in disappointment. As the next recruit enters the ring, Dom shifts his attention to him. He notices said recruit's expression, and he folds his arms across his chest. "Must learn from mistakes of others. Before ve start, Dom wants you to tell. Vat did he do wrong?" He motions over towards Nilear. "Vat vas his beegest mistake?"

Gregorian casually returns the salute to Zolomon and nods slowly as he watches the ring "Mm. It's somethin' I suppose" The next recruit was Wingsand and he looked more annoyed at Dom's question but he has some sense and keeps a lot of his first thoughts to himself "He talked back and didn't duck...sah" he finally says with a frown.

Zolomon nods " I have boxed before...a little anyways."

Dominik gives a nod of approval as the answer is agreeable. "Good. Dom is expecting that you vil not make same mistake." He motions towards the spot in front of him. "Vant you to show vat you have learned. Do not focus on them..." he waves towards the other students, and also towards Greg and Zol. "Keep focus right here." He thumps a paw on his chest. "Remember. Duck, weave. Stick, move. Focus on one spot. If cannot successfully hit spot, choose another. Do not let yourself fall to distraction. Now go." He squares up in his stance, eyes fixed on the other buck as he prepares to react to however he chooses to proceed.

Gregorian watches the pair in the ring and the recruits in general, thinking as he talks to Zolomon "Hmm, I suppose yah did run through recruit trainin' pretty quickly. Boxin' was standard lessons when I first started" Wingsand at least has a little more awareness of what he's doing. He's still a recruit so it's not as neat as it could be but he bobs and weaves and punches like he's t least done some practice "Keep moving, keep your paws up and don't let the big blightahs near you, sah" he repeats as if reciting a lesson though the last bit may not be in the standard teaching. He was trying to hit Dom as hard as he could too.

Zolomon nods " Not much boxing no...some practice with saber and dagger, and already was good at running and archery...did learn some healing too"

Dominik gives a nod of approval as Wingsand seems to be taking things just a tad more seriously than some of the previous recruits that day. "Hmm. Good," he replies. "At least somevun is listening." He allows the student to strike him, his expression flickering just a little at the force put behind the blows. Hey, it's the best way he knows how to judge how hard they are hitting! And it likely doesn't harm him at all, despite any possible future bruises. He absorbs those punches, watching carefully for the moment when Wings might let down his guard. At that particular moment, Dom lashes out with a quick jab aimed at Wings' gut, followed by one aimed at his head.

Gregorian hmms "I suppose it's a little different for those who come tah the mountain with some trainin' already" Wingsand has been paying attention to everyone else getting hit in the lesson too so he's expecting something and springs to the side to dodge the gut punch but he barely ducks in time for the second one to his head, the punch clipping his head and making his ears sting. He stumbles, growls and it turns out Wings has a temper as he immediately jumps at Dom, going to tackle the big hare with an angry roar.

Zolomon nods and then " Whoas...is that wise?" Has anyone ever tackled Dom yet ?

Dominik is about to make a positive comment about Wings avoidance of his punches; he was likely the first one in awhile to see them coming and avoid the brunt of them. Before he can get anything out, however, Wings decides to let his temper take over, and Dom finds himself with an angry and frustrated buck launching himself at him. He catches him as Wings attempts to tackle him, and the large buck takes a stumbling step backwards and falls into the ropes, seemingly taken by surprise. It was a boxing class, not wrestling, after all. "Oooof!" He is more stunned than hurt, really, and Dom has to do his best to not let his own anger show and take over, because that likely would lead to consequences for everyone involved. He growls, attempting to shove Wings off of him and to the ground.

Gregorian looks surprised as well but he doesn't get up until Dom growls. He's not worried about Dom getting hurt but Dom getting angry could be bad for everyone "Alright, spar among yahselves!" he yells at the other recruits as he heads for the ring side, keeping it to a quick but calm pace to not panic things further. Wings takes the opportunity as Dom stumbled to try and punch the big hare in the head before he's shoved away and ends up pushed to the ground and rolling smoothly back on to his feet to face Dom again "Ya not knocking me out like Nil or the othahs" the recruit growls before Greg's tone from the ring side cuts it short "I think that may be enough for one day" the lieutenant says firmly.

Terrence had been meaning to make the rounds earlier in the day, but like usual something caught his mind. After a detour to double check if the information was accurate, the sergeant makes his way down to the boxing chamber in time to hear Greg's words. Mentally noting were everyone is at the moment (and how Dom seems none too happy), Terrence does his best to saunter over to the Lt and causally ask, "So, sah, what you think 'bout how they're all coming along? In paw-to-paw combat that is."

Dominik takes that punch in the head, the large hare's head jerking back in the process. He manages to regain his balance just in time as Wings rolls back up to face him, and after a few tense moments of staring down at the agitated hare, his paws both clenched, a grin breaks over Dom's muzzle. A laugh rumbles deep within his chest, before it rings out within the chamber. "Finally. Someone is getting point of exercise. Point is to avoid being knocked out. Congratulations, Wingsand. You were first to understand today." He squints the eye that had been punched. "Landed blow, too. Is good," he gives an approving nod. "Is still on footpaws. They are not." He gestures towards those on the outside who are gradually coming to and recovering. He turns his head to glance at Greg as he intervenes. "Dom agrees. Is enough for today." He glances over towards some of the other students, "Spar in ring. You three...get in ze push-ups." Dom climbs out of the ring, and approaches both Greg and Terrence. He doesn't seem any worse for wear aside from the newly acquired shiner. "Hello, sirs."

Wingsand looks wary and a little confused as he's congratulated and the fight ends even though he punched "Er...right. Thanks...sah" his anger replaced with confusion he backs off to get away from all the sudden officers and goes to help Nilear get checking out with the healers and then get given free drinks because giving Dom a blackeye practically makes him todays hero of the recruits. Greg lets things de-escalate and the recruits back off to their own sparring before he sighs quietly and looks between Dom and Terrence "Well I wouldn't have called that last part boxin'"

"Hmm." Terrence hadn't seen the last part so he'll have to take Greg's word for it. "Hello, Dom." He nods to the big hare, raising an eyebrow at the bruised eye. "I hope you didn't kill the poo'h hare who gave you that..." The sergeant glances back to Greg, "Anyway, Sah, if it wasn't boxing what'd you say it was?"

Dominik simply smirks, a little. "Hrm. Sometimes, student gets...a leetle frustrate. Angry. Instead of channeling it into their sparring, they let it take control and end up lashing out. Dom admit, is hard on students. But, ven out on battlefield, vermin vil not take into account feelings, vil not accept mistakes and give second chances. Vun showing of weakness, and it is a trip to Dark Forest." The large buck shakes his head slowly. "Trying to get them to understand is hard part. Is nothink personal. Only vant best fighters, cannot be careless, cannot show weakness." He lifts a paw and rubs his eye for a moment. "Landed good shot..." he chuckles. "Must find ice, soon."

Gregorian gestures at Dom and then Windsand "Practically descended intah a brawl for a moment then but the recruit lives...Just knock them around as yah like but perhaps try not tah knock them out, eh? They stop learnin' when they're unconscious and yah'd be amazed how long a broken skull takes the out of the field" he says before going to wave Dom off at the mention of getting ice "Hm, yes, sure. Best tah get it before the swellin' sets in"

Dominik chuckles, and nods. "Must admit, is trying to work on force of punch, so that student isn't knocked out. Is work still in progress." He shrugs. "No broken skulls yet. Only bruises." He grins, before he gives the two a nod. "Yes, sir, is vat Dom is planning. Also, bath is likely. Been in here most of day so far. Vil see you both later, yes?" The large buck gives them both a salute, before he makes his way towards the door and heads out.

Nodding, Terrence look between the two hares. "Indeed..." A moment later a slight grin appears, and he calls after Dom, "Besides, I'm not looking forward to dealing with the recruits you rattle the brains of!" He laughs. "They've got little enough to spare already!"

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