I'm saying that it's a little different for you, Stiles. You're not a werewolf.
[ Derek has a wolf-side to give into, it's all about letting go of his humanity and falling back onto that. It's obviously not the same 'set-up' for a human. ]
It's less about letting go for you. Not in the same sense as us. You? You need to give into your anger. Stop pretending that you're fine.
[ Now that they know Stiles can fight back when provoked, well, time for a little provoking. ]
Try and hit me again. And know that if you keep failing at this, you're going to be worthless to your friends. Each and every one of them can handle themselves just fine. Until you show up and act as a liability.
[Stiles frowns, listening. He wants to tell Derek that he isn't worthless--he's proved more help than Lydia, he's saved Derek's asa few times, but he gets what the werewolf is doing. That doesn't mean it's any easier to hear, though.
It eats at the black little bit of him that completely agrees with Derek.
So he tries again, surging forward. He doesn't even think this will fucking work, Derek anticipating it this time, but he tries, still. Movements less than fluid, more fueled by emotions than calculated reason.]
[ Now, never let it be said that Derek isn't grateful for the amount of times that Stiles has gotten him out of trouble. He truly is. Heck, by this point he's probably done more for Derek than Scott ever has. Scratch that he has done more for him than the other werewolf, which goes to show something.
He’s trying to play ‘tough guy’ for a reason though. While he’s certain that Stiles has got the theory down, he’s still missing the follow-through. Understanding that little something that pushes a person forward is one thing, utilising it on demand is another.
Sure the off-rhythm movements are keeping Derek on his toes but they’re not catching him off-guard. One step forward, two steps back. ]
Fight me like you mean it. Like you want to hit me.
[ And just for good measure, despite the fact that he’ll regret the words immediately after. ]
I’m the guy who nearly allowed your dad to be ritually sacrificed. You came this close to becoming an orphan.
[Thing is, Stiles doesn't believe that. He doesn't believe that Derek would have that happen, on purpose. Lydia would have said something to him about that, if that was the case. But if it's one of Derek's fucking bad-luck, bad-choices jags that he seems to go on, he can believe that, for sure.
This is hard, without weapons; he had no issue hitting Scott repeatedly, but that had been with balls. That's something different, entire. But the idea of becoming an orphan, regardless if Derek had anything to do with it? The idea that he wouldn't be able to save his dad, that it would be his fault that he got involved in all of that? Stiles could hold onto that, and tightly.
Pushing forward again, this time he doesn't try to punch--he moves to grab ahold of Derek's shoulders, bringing his knee up swiftly towards his crotch. If that works, if Derek bends slightly at the waist, Stiles is bringing his elbow down hard across the broad of his cheek.]
[ Whether Stiles believes him or not is irrelevant in the end. As long as he took something away from the words, some sort of motivation, that’s all that matters.
The werewolf is caught off guard by the sudden change in tactic and hunches over almost immediately. Advanced healing or not, a shot to the crotch still hurts like hell for those few blinding seconds after impact. Given his position, he can’t avoid the elbow hit no matter how far he attempts to turn his head. Instinctively one of his hands flies to cover his stomach, just in case the teenager decides to follow things up with a final kick.
There is a slight oversight to their current positions though. Sure, Derek has been forced lower which leaves him with very few options for a counter-attack, but there’s something significant that Stiles has overlooked. His legs. Right now Derek has been essentially been forced to kneecap height. Prime targets to really turn the tables. Instead of attacking with the intent to knock Stiles off balance, Derek almost lazily swipes an arm out. An attempt to show Stiles the mistake and see if he can learn from it. ]
Dude, do you really want me to try to lay you out?
[Yeah, Stiles could have done a punch to the stomach, a knee, something to take Derek out fully (or try), but this is supposed to be learning, right? And so far he's just been...well this is just really unconventional. Which hey, is what he sort of expects with Derek, but constant attacking and harnessing his inner anger (really he is the Hulk, isn't he)...there's always something he is leaving out.
Like the knees, for instance.
He appreciates the pointer, the show that he's vulnerable, without actually knocking him on his ass, though.]
[ Although that would be an interesting sight to see, a human with little to no fighting training taking down an experienced werewolf. Unfortunately there are only so many hits to his lower torso that he can handle and he'd rather skip over those. For the moment. They can revisit crotch shots at a later date, preferably with some sort of inanimate object working as a stand-in.
Pushing himself back up to stand straight, arm still over his stomach for the time being, Derek lets out a small huff. They've established that Stiles can hit hard and fight dirty if necessary. Time to work more on that technique then. ]
[ If nothing else, at least Stiles his knows thumb placement. They can skip right over the talk about broken thumbs and dislocated fingers. Straight into the swing of things then. Literally.
Derek holds up his palm in front of Stiles' fist before making a quick 'go on' motion. ]
[Stiles nods, and moves to hit Derek's fist. It's a bit too much arm motion, but he does put his core behind it, not just swinging from his shoulder down to his fist. He puts his body into it, stepping.]
[ Derek nods before taking a step back to retain their starting distance. Decent fist, decent follow-through, just needs a little toning down on the limb motion. It's a simple enough fix. ]
You need to minimise your arm movement. Try again, slower, and think about how you're moving.
It's going to feel weird, you're used to doing to the other way.
[ Now it's just a matter of breaking the habit and retraining the movement. This time Derek holds up his other palm, an indication to try the other arm. ]
[Well he flushes slightly because that was a stupid mistake to make.
Still, he settles back into his positioning, and throws a punch. The first one is slow, still testing out the technique. Giving a slight nod of his head (more to himself than anything), he throws a second, faster, with more force behind it, then.]
[ Derek shakes his head before dropping the whole mistake topic. It was a simple error and he'll just assume that the conversation jump was due to Stiles' suffering attention span.
He gives his own nods after both punches. It's clear to see that Stiles is making progress in the arm department. ]
You're going to move in a clockwise circle around me, I want you to keep punching.
[ Derek gives Stiles another rotation after he's started to get the hang of things before trying to catch him out. A fight requires a person's full attention, there will be numerous things going on at once, hitting and moving is just one side of it.
There's also the enemy's movements to consider. Every now and then Derek starts to lightly kick out at Stiles' legs. ]
[Stiles is so focused on his hand movements that he nearly doesn't catch the first kick. It's hard, trying to break his focus between the two. Derek not warning him doesn't help--and that's probably the point.
The first kick catches him, but for the most part, Stiles is able to dodge, eyes making quick travels from Derek's face, to his legs, hands, just trying to anticipate any shifts that would indicate another attack.]
[ It is in fact entirely the point to keep the kicks as random as possible. No prior warning with as minimal movement as possible. An intelligent enemy will avoid broadcasting it's attacks and strike unexpectedly. This is just a warm up.
Derek does have a slight tell when he's about to kick, or really do anything, he tenses. Specifically around his shoulders and neck. ]
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[If it's instinct, it can't be learned--at least the way that Derek feels it. He shook his head.]
Fine whatever, anger helps me. What do you want me to do next.
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[ Derek has a wolf-side to give into, it's all about letting go of his humanity and falling back onto that. It's obviously not the same 'set-up' for a human. ]
It's less about letting go for you. Not in the same sense as us. You? You need to give into your anger. Stop pretending that you're fine.
[ Now that they know Stiles can fight back when provoked, well, time for a little provoking. ]
Try and hit me again. And know that if you keep failing at this, you're going to be worthless to your friends. Each and every one of them can handle themselves just fine. Until you show up and act as a liability.
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[Stiles frowns, listening. He wants to tell Derek that he isn't worthless--he's proved more help than Lydia, he's saved Derek's asa few times, but he gets what the werewolf is doing. That doesn't mean it's any easier to hear, though.
It eats at the black little bit of him that completely agrees with Derek.
So he tries again, surging forward. He doesn't even think this will fucking work, Derek anticipating it this time, but he tries, still. Movements less than fluid, more fueled by emotions than calculated reason.]
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He’s trying to play ‘tough guy’ for a reason though. While he’s certain that Stiles has got the theory down, he’s still missing the follow-through. Understanding that little something that pushes a person forward is one thing, utilising it on demand is another.
Sure the off-rhythm movements are keeping Derek on his toes but they’re not catching him off-guard. One step forward, two steps back. ]
Fight me like you mean it. Like you want to hit me.
[ And just for good measure, despite the fact that he’ll regret the words immediately after. ]
I’m the guy who nearly allowed your dad to be ritually sacrificed. You came this close to becoming an orphan.
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This is hard, without weapons; he had no issue hitting Scott repeatedly, but that had been with balls. That's something different, entire. But the idea of becoming an orphan, regardless if Derek had anything to do with it? The idea that he wouldn't be able to save his dad, that it would be his fault that he got involved in all of that? Stiles could hold onto that, and tightly.
Pushing forward again, this time he doesn't try to punch--he moves to grab ahold of Derek's shoulders, bringing his knee up swiftly towards his crotch. If that works, if Derek bends slightly at the waist, Stiles is bringing his elbow down hard across the broad of his cheek.]
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The werewolf is caught off guard by the sudden change in tactic and hunches over almost immediately. Advanced healing or not, a shot to the crotch still hurts like hell for those few blinding seconds after impact. Given his position, he can’t avoid the elbow hit no matter how far he attempts to turn his head. Instinctively one of his hands flies to cover his stomach, just in case the teenager decides to follow things up with a final kick.
There is a slight oversight to their current positions though. Sure, Derek has been forced lower which leaves him with very few options for a counter-attack, but there’s something significant that Stiles has overlooked. His legs. Right now Derek has been essentially been forced to kneecap height. Prime targets to really turn the tables. Instead of attacking with the intent to knock Stiles off balance, Derek almost lazily swipes an arm out. An attempt to show Stiles the mistake and see if he can learn from it. ]
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Dude, do you really want me to try to lay you out?
[Yeah, Stiles could have done a punch to the stomach, a knee, something to take Derek out fully (or try), but this is supposed to be learning, right? And so far he's just been...well this is just really unconventional. Which hey, is what he sort of expects with Derek, but constant attacking and harnessing his inner anger (really he is the Hulk, isn't he)...there's always something he is leaving out.
Like the knees, for instance.
He appreciates the pointer, the show that he's vulnerable, without actually knocking him on his ass, though.]
What next.
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[ Although that would be an interesting sight to see, a human with little to no fighting training taking down an experienced werewolf. Unfortunately there are only so many hits to his lower torso that he can handle and he'd rather skip over those. For the moment. They can revisit crotch shots at a later date, preferably with some sort of inanimate object working as a stand-in.
Pushing himself back up to stand straight, arm still over his stomach for the time being, Derek lets out a small huff. They've established that Stiles can hit hard and fight dirty if necessary. Time to work more on that technique then. ]
Form a fist.
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[Stiles makes a fist, his thumb on the outside. Raising his hand up, he keeps his wrist firm, showing Derek.]
And?
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Derek holds up his palm in front of Stiles' fist before making a quick 'go on' motion. ]
I want to see how your arm moves.
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[Stiles nods, and moves to hit Derek's fist. It's a bit too much arm motion, but he does put his core behind it, not just swinging from his shoulder down to his fist. He puts his body into it, stepping.]
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You need to minimise your arm movement. Try again, slower, and think about how you're moving.
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So bascially you're trying to train the spaz out of me. Got it.
[He sighs and moves to punch again, trying to keep his arm from swinging in to large of an arc this time.]
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[ The next attempt is better but Derek still steps for the intervene. Literally taking Stiles' arm and moving it for him a couple of times. ]
Feel the difference?
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[Stiles pays attention to the way Derek moves the arm, and when he removes the touch, he tries again without the guidance.]
Yeah, I do. Just feels a bit weird.
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[ Now it's just a matter of breaking the habit and retraining the movement. This time Derek holds up his other palm, an indication to try the other arm. ]
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--you seriously expect me to be ambidextrous in this?
[He doesn't throw a punch, just--
--wow, Derek. He isn't that coordinated on good days.]
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[ Come on, Stiles, keep up. ]
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[Well he flushes slightly because that was a stupid mistake to make.
Still, he settles back into his positioning, and throws a punch. The first one is slow, still testing out the technique. Giving a slight nod of his head (more to himself than anything), he throws a second, faster, with more force behind it, then.]
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He gives his own nods after both punches. It's clear to see that Stiles is making progress in the arm department. ]
You're going to move in a clockwise circle around me, I want you to keep punching.
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Okay.
[He lets out a breath, and starts to do as he's told. It's awkward at first, but towards the second circle, he's settling into the motions.]
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There's also the enemy's movements to consider. Every now and then Derek starts to lightly kick out at Stiles' legs. ]
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The first kick catches him, but for the most part, Stiles is able to dodge, eyes making quick travels from Derek's face, to his legs, hands, just trying to anticipate any shifts that would indicate another attack.]
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Derek does have a slight tell when he's about to kick, or really do anything, he tenses. Specifically around his shoulders and neck. ]
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[Stiles does see the tell; he is commenting on it, in a round about way, really.
He stops, flexing his hand.]
Did you want me to keep going?
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