2629/Kryptonian Super Gym!

Kryptonian Super Gym!
Date of Scene:	28 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Superwoman, Superman

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Superwoman has posed:
    Faora is dressed in her uniform- Superwoman's symbol has become almost as well known as Superman's, at least in Metropolis. The symbol of her house is on chest- and on the chest of many women who find the idea of a Superwoman to be inspiring.

    "What we're about to face, Kal, is dangerous. Darkseid was able to take me apart without any trouble- and I am very well trained in combat." she starts. "You have a habit of holding back. A requirement for most of the beings on this planet." She speaks only in Kryptonian, now- what she says is for Kal and herself. "You also fight like a lumbering Rondor. A lot of strength, yes, but it won't win what we need to fight. You need to learn to strike hard, and fast, and not hold back." she states all this as fact. "I'm going to give you a crash course in Kryptonian Military Combat."

Superman has posed:
    The Man of Steel nods slowly as he takes it in. His cape flutters about his ankles as he watches the woman. "I haven't encountered a single creature that is able to take a full punch from me." His blows have been known to crumple even Kryptonians or similar creatures. He is a literal planet mover. "Even if the creature were capable of taking a full blow from me, the world around it wouldn't. I'd knock it through buildings, through people. That isn't acceptable."

    He frowns a little bit at her description of his fighting style. It's true, of course. After a moment he nods.

Superwoman has posed:
    "Yeah, well Darkseid is going to murder everyone on this planet, Kal." Faora states, "This isn't playtime anymore. This is a war. This is survival. He can- and will- destroy everyone on this planet to get what he wants. He is a monster." she says simply, "Put your hands up. Defend against me." she almost barks- its a military voice.

    She then rushes forward- with Clark ready or not. She strikes- fast. Hard. She's going for specific points- and the strikes themselves may not hurt. At least, not at first. She's waiting for an opening- waiting for that one moment the Man of Steel drops his guard in just the wrong way...

Superman has posed:
    "Nothing I have been doing has been playtime, Faora. I don't speak down to you, so please do not speak down to me." His tone is gentle, still. He takes a deep breath and then nods. He takes a few steps back and brings his arms up in a standard boxing defense pose. A little something his dad taught him. Without his powers he'd hardly be a Golden Gloves champion, but he isn't a shlub, either.

    When she rushes in he drops back and deflects several fast blows before he brings up a knee to try and connect with her stomach. If he connects it would be enough to outright kill a normal person instantly. It is a well-placed blow IF it hits...but it also leaves him open for that brief moment.

Superwoman has posed:
    That moment is all that Faora was hoping for- she slides into that moment of openness- and for a moment that to Kryptonian senses must seem like forever- it looks as if it is about to hit. Faora, however, is fast. She is genetically designed to be a soldier. She was, even on Krypton, one of the best trained martial artists one could ever hope to meet.

    But in that moment, Faora's fingers find a spot. A spot, that in addition to the pressure points she's most likely already struck, would cause a great deal of pain. The kind of Pain that Superman was likely not familiar with. Moving his right arm at all felt difficult, and the only position where there was no pain was completely limp..

    And then the Knee hits Faora, she took the hit willingly to prove a point- even as she's driven back into the wall, and stands, with a grin.

Superman has posed:
    He stumbles when the pressure point is hit, and for a moment Kal sees stars. He takes a few steps back, his vision swimming as he struggles with that intense pain, and he almost falls to a knee. He catches himself and then chuckles a bit, shaking his head. "You're good. Very good."

    He rolls a shoulder and stands up again, taking a deep breath. He lets his right arm dangle, and he brings his left fist up into a blocking position again...moving with the ease he did with the right. Having one arm out of commision is pretty terrible, though.

    He closes in again, this time trying to move with more defense, before he attempts to sweep a leg from under her, and follow it with a hard, hard punch to her chest.

Superwoman has posed:
    "We need to be ready to evacuate whatever location Darkseid arrives at. We have to have a plan in place. We can't afford to hold back." Faora states simply as Kal approaches again to fight- she goes into a stance. Something Kal had only seen in the files left by his father, the cultural files that told of Kryptonian Martial Arts. "I trained all my life to fight, Kal. You are stronger than me, but you lack technique. With the proper series of strikes, I can stop your heart." she mentions, "I am not talking down to you. I am trying to get you to understand what we're facing isn't like what you've faced before. This is different, this time."

    Faora is trying to make sure Kal doesn't hold back- For now, she focuses on her own defense though- she doesn't ever try to stop his strikes. She just deflects them, now- she isn't stronger than he is, but she knows how to move. She knows how to think tactically. She waits, again. "You're holding back. Don't hold back."

    When the punch to her chest comes, Faora once more attempts to deflect the strike- and should she succeed, a single knuckle would strike at a point under Kal's arm. This one wouldn't hurt, really, but if it hit he'd lose his breath- like being struck on the chest and struggling to breath. It wouldn't last long- but it might be surprising. "You are not invincible to someone who knows, Kal. Neither of us are. What is coming is more dangerous than Kryptonite. We have to go at it as hard as it goes at us, or everything here is gone. I don't know about you, but I've lost one planet already."

Superman has posed:
    Her strike hits, and the wind is knocked out of him. He takes a few steps back and coughs, trying to breath again. He shakes his head a bit and chuckles. His arm is still limp, and the pain is still ringing in his ears, but he is up and moving. "You haven't been on Earth that long, Faora..."

    Big Blue moves forward again, attempting to connect her side with a strong blow. As she likely goes to deflect it...red light pours from his eyes in an attempt to blast her off her feet and right back into that wall again. "...and we aren't limited to punches, kicks and pressure points here. We have flight and speed and freezing breath. We can freeze a regiment with a breath and burn through attack ships with our eyes. If it comes to pressure-points...something has gone wrong."

    If he manages to knock her back with the lasers he surges forward, attempting to bring his boot down on her chest. "...And yes, I know. Expect things to go wrong."

Superwoman has posed:
    "He already tried to recruit me, Kal." Faora hisses, as she goes to deflect that strike- only to be hit by the blast of heat vision that throws her back into the wall. His boot does, indeed, find Faora's chest.

    She then curls up, her flexible body shifting as she again makes use of the fighting techniques she knows to attempt and reverse the entire thing- and if it works, the position will be wholly reversed- only he'll be on his stomach, and his leg will be barred in such a way that movement is painful, but not impossible. "His eye beams, they track you through the air- move at odd angles." she notes. "He flies as we do. He is stronger than me, that is for certain- and possibly even stronger than you. His armies- I have seen them. Endless. Demon-like creatures that buzz and chitter ad fly and are *very strong*. Its going to come down to people like Us.. and Him. And it may eventually come down to just you and him. He's already beaten me once."

Superman has posed:
    Superman doesn't comment on Darkseid trying to recruit her. He is focused on the fight. Her reversal works, and he is thrown to the floor and pinned in that leg-bar. He grunts at the surprising pain, but he pushes through it.

    "Then we fight through it. We fight through it like we always do. We have more...powered and unpowered heroes...on this planet then on any other. It will be hard, but...together we won't be stopped."

    The Man of Steel twists, fighting through the pain, and attempts to connect a very hard kick to the woman's jaw.

Superwoman has posed:
    Faora is kicked- hard. Her head rocking back. She, too, works through the pain- its not like the soldier hasn't been kicked in the head before. She presses the hold. More pain, now. So much more pain. "I'm holding back, Kal. You can't afford to, not in this kind of fight. You need to make sure the Kents are somewhere safe once the attack comes. Hidden. Under ground, or something." she says next, a sense of genuine concern for Kal and his family there in her voice- a protective edge there. Perhaps because he's Kryptonian. Perhaps because its in her nature to protect her people. Or maybe she just likes Kal as a person.

    "Its important you understand. Sometimes you can't hold back. Sometimes you can't. If you do, far more will die in the coming conflict." She pauses, "My ballpark estimates have the initial death tolls in the hundreds of thousands. Best case scenario is tens of thousands. Worst case scenarios is around two and a half billion." She speaks from a place of authority in this- the calculations are fairly accurate. Kryptonian brains being what they are.

    She then quietly releases Kal- offering a hand. "Now, you need to learn how to punch. I'm worried what's coming will destroy you if you don't learn how to fight. This planet needs you."

Superman has posed:
    "I will make sure they are safe, of course," he grunts through the searing pain. His fist clenches as he hears the possible death toll. It is something he absolutely -cannot- and will not accept. That is something she would know about him by now. "That...will not...happen..."

    He grunts when she releases him, and he slumps for a moment before he reaches out to take her hand. He rises to his feet and rolls and works at his right arm until it is useable again. "Tens of thousands dead is not the best case scenario. It is an unacceptable one. That is a defeatist attitude and I will not have it."

Superwoman has posed:
    "That is a realist attitude." Faora states almost mechanically. "We can't be everywhere, even with our numbers. People *are* going to die. I know that you find even one death unacceptable- but we're at war now, Kal. The best we can do is minimize the loss of life, because we won't be able to stop it all together. When I say that approximately twenty thousand lives will be lost world wide in this? That's a very optimistic number. And its based on the facts of what we have in front of us, and how everyone involved works. Including you. If you don't change your style, at least when it matters most like now, those numbers are set in stone. I can show you the math. You can run it through your computer at home, Kal." she offers, "I think you'll find it comes to the same conclusion. Something needs to change to make sure those numbers are minimized further. If nothing changes, if we continue forward like we are right now... Those deaths are almost impossible to avoid."

Superman has posed:
    Big Blue furrows his brows at that, and he rolls the information through his head. He doesn't like this. He doesn't know what to do here. He rolls the shoulder on his previously limp arm, wincing a hint at the leftover ache. "Something will need to change. That much death is beyond unacceptable, and don't give me that 'realist' excuse. I -won't- accept that."
    Superman turns away for a moment, the man lost in thought. "This session is over for now. I need to go see to some things. Think about things." He is a master of keeping his tone level, but...there is a bit of a break. He is angry, in fact. But that tiny break in tone is the most she'll see of it.

    "Have a good evening, Superwoman."

Superwoman has posed:
    "Good evening, Superman." Faora replies with a bow of her head. "And if you don't believe me, run the numbers." And if he does? The numbers won't lie. Darkseid is dangerous beyond dangerous.