Walter remained silent. In short, he didn’t agree, and he didn’t want to argue. He believed that violence had its uses; he’d been through righteous situations where the only language possible of being heard was physical, and it all turned out for the better in the end. He didn’t however, condone violence for its own sake: something he felt he might be mistaken for advocating if he spoke his thoughts. He hummed in consideration and saved the words for another time when they weren’t gearing up to hit each other in the faces.
He watched and listened to Thaddeus with the amusement of a parent witnessing their very sweet and overzealous child. “All right, if you say so. Just let me know if you don’t understand or if I overdo it, all right?
“First, you’re going to want to have a proper stance. Round your shoulders and bend your knees, like this.” He faced away from the man so they were parallel to each other and gave him an example of what he meant, fists held in front of him. “You want to be sturdy and balanced, so you can’t get knocked down so easily. When you’re first staring out, if you ever fight anyone else, they’re going to be more experienced than you… so focusing on defense is a good idea. Do you think you have it?”
Regardless of the man’s answer just after, he gave a hard shove to one shoulder meant to send him to the ground.
Thaddeus tries to copy the others movements. His stance just like Walters. but without the knowledge of how to keep from falling over. When the other gives him a hard shove, Thaddeus falls back on his ass with a hard thud. And the look of shock is on his face. He had did what he was told to do?! And Yet he was now looking up to Walter from the ground? How!?
Well, having noodle legs and arms was how. He was no fighter, he was a product of quarantined survival. Like living in a vault. Shamus had provided so much for everyone. But these skills, these fighting skills..Were just not natural to Thaddeus.
He lets out a surprised chortle and his ass hurts for a multitude of reasons. As if he’d ever be able to take down Lawrence, or anything. But it would be nice to try and show him that he wasn’t SUCHHHHHH a pushover..Literally.
“W-What did I do wrong?” He asks in a confused laugh, still looking very confused on how he was pushed over so quickly. He manages to get ot his feet and then puts up the stance again. This time tensing his body a bit. It was a natural instinct this time. Now that he’s been pushed over, his body is trying to prepare for the next push.
“Don’t kick my ass too hard now, Lawrence is going to suddenly think I’m some player if you give me too many bruises.” He chuckles and he still feels the sting to his shoulder from Walters shove. Damn, this man was tough. That was so cool.
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