Singularity

Archive Log: 12

Walter fastened up eventually though, Onora seemed to instinctively pull her arms up to act as a guard without him even having to tell her. He smiled a little at that, though the action was hidden by the fact that his back was turned to her. She had just ran around him to avoid getting hit, he turned and simply walked after her. It seemed to cause her to frown and look rather worried. The fact that he moved so slow, yet was able to hit out so quickly was such a contradiction.

She flailed her arms when he eventually tripped her up. He grabbed a hold of her hand before she fully hit the mat. She opened one of her eyes and looked up at him with a thankful smile, she even sighed heavily before feeling the floor underneath her. Walter had lowered her down, she seemed to almost sink into the padding of the mat, he knelt down at her side. "You need to work on your footing." Walter said, Onora opened her eyes fully and looked at him. She placed her hands on her stomach and nodded slowly. "By that, I mean not just running away. When you stand and go to throw a punch, you need to stand properly. You're carrying all your weight in one place, that'll make it easy to take you down. Or trip you up, whichever whoever you're fighting against decides to go for." Walter said while looking up and around the room, by now most were either taking a break, or had vacated the room to shower and change.

"I vote to try and improve my footing another time." She actually lifted a hand from her stomach as if she was doing a real life serious vote.

Walter just looked at her hand before looking back down at her, he shook his head. "I vote to improve your footing while you are here." Onora inhaled deeply and sighed heavily. Walter clearly knew that it would take a lot to get her back in here, willingly that is. She was reluctant as it was to even attempt training, let alone returning to continue. "Come on," he held his hand out, she slipped hers into his grasp and got carefully pulled to a stand. He positioned her by his side and even nudged her legs gently with one of his feet, she would quickly jump in the air and change however she stood and get a nod. She'd then get prompted to try punching again, she didn't like it, but she did it. Onora ended up being the last person left in the training area, mainly because Walter seemed to have a perfectionist streak and wouldn't let her go until she had improved slightly each time.

"Seriously, no more..." She laid back on the mat, breathing heavily and waving a hand tiredly in the air. "I give up."

Walter shook his head, yet knelt by her side again. "You did well." He said, earning a tired smile from her. "Better than I expected," her smile slipped and a frown appeared on her face. Walter had accidentally offended, "Apologies."

She shrugged loosely, but didn't otherwise say anything which caused a frown to appear on his face too. He didn't want a grudge being held against him for such a silly thing. He had spied worse people attempting to fight and train in this room today, and she wasn't on the list. "I had a good teacher." She smiled and cracked an eye open, if only to see Walter looking puzzled. "What?"

"I do not believe I have ever taught anyone anything before." Not that he could recall, he blinked quickly and watched her suddenly sit up and appear in his line of vision. He shifted in his kneeling position, if only to edge a little backwards so that they weren't too close.

"You did well!" She laughed, using his words from a moment ago. Walter smiled, "Even if I think you did show off a few times." He frowned, and the smile faltered a little. "Sorry." Onora pulled her knees slowly to her chest and rested her arms over her knees. She saw it as equal rights to do what he basically did to her; not only compliment but also insult, slightly. "Come on," Onora patted him on the shoulder. "Let's get out of here. I for one would love that, you...not so much, I'm not sure." She looked up at him quizzically. When he just nodded, she nodded too. Glad to see someone agreed with her. She awkwardly walked, her muscles cramping and hurting, it surely looked like she was more limping than anything else. Yet, she still managed to get out of the training area, along the corridor before stopping. Walter stopped too, he looked worried, obviously thinking he had somehow hurt her. He was unable to harm people, but that still didn't mean indirect actions couldn't cause harm.