Gymnasium

[il_logic]

Who: Spock, Charlene, and anyone else who just feels like it
Where: Gymnasium-Deck 12
When: Evening
Warnings: informal attire? (now nc17 cause apparently we can't help ourselves.)

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[il_logic]

Spock gave a tiny negative shake of his head. There was some merit to going up and down access tunnels and climbing around in the Jeffries Tubes, but it wasn't quite the same as regular exercise.

Not exactly feeling awkward, the Vulcan had resorted to the casually professional attitude he tried to maintain when in public places. What had happened in Engineering had been extremely out of character for him and he had assured himself that there would be no similar incidents outside of private quarters.

"I am offering..." he started, then saw the amusement in her eyes and cut himself off, both brows lifting. Refraining from mentioning the differences between Human and Vulcan physique, Spock simply followed her to the sparring area. "Do you prefer hand to hand combat or the use of training devises?" he asked when catching up to her, glancing to the shelves holding protective mitts and pads.

[charl_in_charge]

"You're asking like I actually know what I'm doing," Charlene replied, eying the equipment with a shake of her head. "Aside from a few judo classes, my experience in this stuff is me wrestling my brothers which was much less about proper form and more about how to fight dirty so I could use the car." She grinned, remembering the time she'd nearly broken Darren's nose after sending him face first into a table with a surprise tackle while Darren was talking with his girlfriend. Driving the Mustang had never been so sweet

[il_logic]

Quirking a brow at the woman, the Vulcan stepped onto the mat and turned toward her. He knew a little bit about fighting dirty from his own childhood, but it wasn't worth bringing up in conversation. "I see." he nodded, then gave her a sweeping gaze. It wasn't like she was unfit.

"In order to teach you, first I will need to know how you already fight. One must unlearn bad habits before attempting to create new." he said. Letting his hands fall loosely to his sides, he tipped his head forward, watching her. "Would you please attack me?" he asked politely.

Sparring wasn't a past time he engaged in very often, considering the necessity for contact, but it was actually one that he enjoyed. It was also useful. One never knew when combat experience would come in handy.

[charl_in_charge]

Charlene grinned, loving every tiny quirk of his eyebrows. She tried to arch her eyebrow back at him, but both when up instead and she probably looked ridiculous. Oh well. It wasn't like that was anything new

[il_logic]

Spock stood still, eyes tracking her movements as she seemed to try to make up her mind on what best way to come at him. And when she did, he stayed still just long enough to see which way she would move, then countered to meet her.

Bringing up one hand to catch her wrist, he grabbed and pulled to overbalance her. The knee would have caused more impact had he not bent forward, using her own momentum to flip her around. Spock twisted and brought her down, dropping her neatly onto her back with as little fuss as he could manage.

Holding her by the arm and kneeling beside her, he gave her a considering look. "I think we first need to work on your approach." he said, tilting his head to look at her before standing and offering her his hand to pull her back up. It was a gesture he would not have offered many, but it was a little beside the point with Charlene.