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Superwoman	There had been fliers all through the University Areas- Free Mixed Martial Arts and Fitness class! Taking place in Queensland Park proper- right near all the large colleges. The flyers are well printed, and clearly aimed towards college aged women and men, both. It lists what to bring- loose, flexible clothing good for a work out (With the suggestions being sweat pants, yoga pants, with matching style tops.) that one doesn't mind getting a few grass stains on, a large bottle of water, and plenty of energy! The flyers have a picture of a woman who goes by the name 'Damaris Duval', a statuesque beauty of a woman with a pair of thick rimmed glasses that do nothing to hide her innate toughness'.     At the appointed time, Faora-Damaris is preparing for the class she's scheduled, stretching on the ground. She's dressed for fitness- a pair of form fitting pants, with a matching fitness-style shirt appropriate for the weather. The stretches are simple- hip stretches by bending towards a flexed and bare foot.
Luornu Durgo	Probably not from the suspected direction that one might approach a martial-arts class, but Faora's hearing would no doubt pick up the conversation from three young woman. Three young women with the -exact- -same- voices. Up in the air. Their figures far off in the distance, but rapidly approaching.     "Do you think we should drop in on Sadie or Atlee after we learn Earth martial arts?"     "We can try. I'd like to stop and get some more Earth food as well. It's so much tastier than what we have up there. And, well, we know we can't have it forever."     "I read that Earth in this time frame had many styles of martial arts. Do you think they'll be training several, or just one?"     "Lu, you're so odd. Of course they're only going to teach one. This is a class for beginners."     Finally, the three girls descend into the air, landing each neatly on the ground. One is wearing an all black suit with white gloves and white boots, another wearing an all grey suit with the white gloves and boots, and the last is wearing all white, head-to-toe.     Triplicate Girl's triplets look around with a mild look of appreciation, and a little eagerness.
Victoria	Victoria arrives early, as she does for everything. When she isn't oversleeping and zooming out the front door in a panic, of course. The relaity is that Tori's schedule is overpacked to the point where it's hard to blame her for sometimes failing to meet an obligation at the precise itnended time. Yet somehow here she is, bright-eyed and bushy tailed.     The diminutive haired girl with the cafe au lait skin tone and wild, voluminous dirty-blonde curls is making her way toward Damaris with a positively incandescent smile on her lips. Bright blue eyes settle on the Instructr's for a moment as Tori comes close.     "I can't wait tosee what we're getting up to. This is just basic self defense you said? Do you need a partner for some of the things you're going to be teaching?" Tori chatters on excitedly. She is dressed foe exercise at least; she came to school in athletic shorts that barelyr each mid thigh and a short -sleeved top.     Tori throws her arms around Damaris's neck as soon as the stretches finish. If that means Damaris has to stand up with Victoria hanging from her, so be it. The Kryptonian will manage somehow. "Okay. We'll get started soon and.... Oh, Hi!" The approaching triplicate receives a broad series of waves.
Rachel Goldman	In a less overt way of arriving, a younger blonde woman comes jogging past, slowing as she pants softly, looking around. She has a small duffel over her shoulder, but seems to be trying to make sure she's in the right place. But she sees Damaris stretching, and the three girls..arguing over what martial arts they might see? She blinks a bit at that, then shrugs. Eh. Rachel has seen odder, really.     She pads over towards the area that's being set aside, then says. "This is the place...and you're...Duval?" she says, frowning as she cocks her head a bit, then gracefully sits, starting to work on her own stretches, in an easy lithe motion, one leg, then the other.
Superwoman	Damaris smiles- a slight thing on her otherwise flat, resting bitch face mien that seems natural to her. She finishes her stretches as people begin to arrive, "No partners today. We're doing a mix of aerobics, stretching, and basic strikes." she states, as she gives Tori a quiet embrace, and kisses the other woman on the cheek fondly.     As other arrive, Damaris calls out, "Hello, and welcome to my class. I am Damaris Duval, and I'm trying to create interest for a studio that will be opening soon. You'll find that I expect a lot of my students in terms of discipline and it is my goal to push you to your limit. I don't want you to hurt yourself, so do your best to keep up, and don't get discouraged. Nothing worth having is easy, remember this!" She offers, with a nod towards Rachel at her question, answering it as she speaks the small group that's assembled for her free class. "I have been studying martial arts for over fifteen years and used my skills in actual security situations in various European countries throughout my adult life." The slight accent to Damaris' words seem particularly European- although its difficult to nail down just where she's from.
Luornu Durgo	The triplicate girl in black smiles warmly to Damaris, "We're only used to fighting with Tri-Jitsu, so it'll be really interesting to get some of the martial arts used for one person."     The girl in white nods her head, looking eager, "We look forward to learning from you today. Though," she admits, "Our duties to the Legion may prevent us from attending all your classes, we will learn as best we can."     The girl in grey considers the other students quietly, then their teacher, quiet, but in good spirits like the rest of her selves.
Rachel Goldman	achel hmms, flicking her gaze to Tori, then back to the triplets. Well. This will at least not lack for interesting types of people, she figures, stretching one side to the other, then the other, before she reaches behind her and instant stands, rising back to her feet. "What styles are you teaching, then?" she asks, putting her hands on her hips as she frowns thoughfully. "And...so you're....what, a bodyguard originally? Security?"
Victoria	"Okay. Got it. Aerobics and basic strikes." Tori nods firmly. She hops back from Damaris and scurries over to join thteh other igrls facing Faora. Tori takes a deep breath then, leaning back slightly and shiftign her weight from left to right. Blue eyes shift to each of the other girl's int turn before finally comign to rest on Rachel. She looks to Damaris curiously to see what the womaan will have to say. Victoria's hands are snaking their way into her pockets now.
Superwoman	"There is no specific style." Damaris answers Rachel, "Its a mixed martial art of my own design, consisting of elements from no less than a dozen martial arts. Members of my class would be able to learn the individual arts as part of the blending. For the lesson today we will be focusing on a few key, universal strikes and stances. These strikes and stances will be mixed with aerobic, stretching, and strengthening exercises. Its very important to not only develop technique for effective use of any self-defense system, but to also develop the body and the mind. Higher levels classes will be full contact, albeit without intent to cause harm. Lower level classes will not be contact classes."     Damaris then turns to look at Rachel, "Yes. I worked for a paramilitary security organization that focused on security of individuals at high risk for violent abduction. I promise you that my skills were in use and my method is not based on theory but actual practice and real world use."
Luornu Durgo	The three very alike girls listen, raptly. They are each a good teacher, and a good teacher - generally, is also a good student. Each stands at ease, in a relaxed position that suggests some formal training already in martial arts as the girl in black had suggested with her comment of 'Tri-Jitsu'. And, each of them has enough courtesy, despite wondering, based off Damaris' comment if she is a 'hero' on Earth or not.
Rachel Goldman	Rachel nods thoughfully at Damaris' explanation, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind an ear. "And how would you like us to call you....sensei? Miss Duval?" She pauses. '...Damaris?" She doesn't think she's ever been on a first name basis with one of her teachers, but, perhaps she prefers a more relaxed atmosphere? Takes all kinds.     She settles back though, taking up a balanced stance as she waits to begin, bouncing on her toes slightly in readiness.
Victoria	Victoria bounces on the balls of her feet, grinning as she listens to Faora speak. Those blue eyes dance over the girlsq present again and then the young woman takes a deep breath. She's quite colourful, really. White shirt, pink shorts, blue eyes, blonde hair, caramel skin... The strange part is that she matches perfectly despie being very nearly a human rainbow.     "That's actually a good question," Victoria adds, nodding slowly at Rachel thoug h her eyes re glittering with mirth. "What *do* we call you?" Then Tori blinks and casts her gaze toward the far side of the park. "Hmmm... I should have taken the turtle for a walk," she remarks then before shrugging. "He'd like the fresh air. Oh well!"
Superwoman	"We're going to start simply." Damaris reiterates, "First, I want to start with some stretches. Nothing sucks more than a pulled muscle- and if I'm doing my job correctly you're probably going to be a bit sore anyways by the time we're done. "Just call me Ms. Duval. That will do, and is respectful enough for these surroundings." she says then to Rachel with another bow of her head.     "Okay! So, How this goes is I'm going to show you the stretch, and if you need a hand getting into proper position I'll be helping to reposition you. The stretches, the work out portions, and the strikes are all connected. They all lead towards the same goal to train muscle memory and the body to be ready for action. None of this is outside of the final goal."     With that, Faora begins to show the stretches, toe touches with a bit of a bounce. "Look at how my feet are positioned and start with that. We'll start with the hips and the back, move to shoulders and arms, and hit the legs and ankles last."
Luornu Durgo	The Luornu's, all, move nearly as one into the streching position; some things perhaps are rather universal across time and space for humanoid muscles and martial arts. All three of them mimic Faora's streching nearly perfectly. Then, as Faora leads them through the streches, they, all three together, may seem in today's world like some curious mini-flash mob, moving in almost synchronous motion.     Though, the grey one looks curiously at Tori, briefly, and then back to the white one. The girl in white seems to know what her grey counterpart is thinking, "You have a pet turtle? How big is it?"
Rachel Goldman	The stretching is fairly normal to Rachel too...she moves with the practice of someone who's done it often enough that she doesn't really have to think about finding the right stance.     The problem is more she's almost inevitably distracted by her classmates, as she finds herself just...watching thre three moving in perfect sync. Because...wow. Okay, people joke about triplets being exactly alike sometimes, but...that takes some work to do? How ARE they doing that?"     Because of that, she's starting to drift slightly out of the correct position, because she keeps turning her head to watch the three from behind..
Victoria	"He's... hmm." The girl puts both of her hands togeht, forming fists. " A bit bigger than that, acutally... Um." There's a thoughtful expression on Victoria's features. She follows Damaris's instructions easily, already knowing the routine. She goes through the motions more or less effortlessly, relying mostly on muscle memory to guide her movements. With the class going in earnest Tori is no longer speaking. She holds the stretching position, her shirtrising slightly to show off her toned abdomen. Given her figure Tori is a little more athletic than first impressions might have suggested.
Superwoman	Damaris, after showing off the stretch position a few times stands and begins to correct anything that might be incorrect in the stances of her students. Rachel, gets the first correction- a gentle and confident touch. "You're getting distracted." she notes, even as she takes a gaze towards the triplets. Scanning deeper than any human could- noticing every little detail. There is a certain oddity to the three Luornu(s)     "Good." Damaris then says to the small class as she continues to walk around them. "Now, pick up the pace a bit. Give me one minute at this tempo." She begins to clap her hands- a little faster than what the class had been averaging. "Do your best to keep up."
Luornu Durgo	"See what you did?" The black Luornu asks, sharply, "We need to learn. Pay attention. Focus." That is the only comment from any of them, though the one in white just exhales, and the grey girl rolls her eyes a little. But, the latter does focus intently, after the correction.     As Faora picks up the pace, the three girls show marginal improvement in their concenration having been told once they're losing focus none of them have desire to lose it again, almost as if they were all ashamed on being called out on it.
Rachel Goldman	Rachel starts as she's touched, getting a flush as she's caught looking and quickly going back to focusing on what she should be focusing on. "Y-yeah...." she says simply, huffing out a breath as she turns her attention back to what she should be doing. At least with it speeding up, she starts to have to focus more on keeping the correct pace.     She's slightly suprised when Tori looks to be keeping up, however. Huh. She was somehow expecting they'd get a bunch of newbies...but everyone here seems to know what they're doing.
Victoria	Victoria does indeed keep up. To be fair, she knows the routine. Faora's been drilling her already, which is part of how the idea for this class came up. So she picks up the pace when ordered. Still, the girl isn't in perfect shape. Accelerating introduces flaws in her movements which weren't there before. Tori is actually quite strong - but limbering up takes a bit of effort. Still, she's very good at this.     A bunch of amateurs indeed. Victoria surveys the class agian, tilting her head slightly as she does. "Hmm." Commenting would detract. This is Faora time. Still... It's hard not to let her mind drit to turtles. then again she's doing as she was told, so...
Superwoman	"Good! You're all doing excellently." Damaris calls out again as she claps to this new beat- ensuring that everyone is as close to keeping up as possible. Damaris herself is obviously athletic- she's built like a brick house, with obviously cut features. She's certainly got the look of someone who's into fitness and martial arts.     Damaris comes around front of the class again. "Now, onto the shoulders and the arms. We're going to do these with a twist in the middle...."     The stretches continue onward- about ten minutes worth of stretches, mixed with some light aerobics to enhance the stretching and warm the body up. Finally, though, the class moves on.     "Footwork is among the most important parts of combat. Depending on the situation you may want a wide stance, or one that's more breezy and nimble. You need to be able to change between those at a moment's notice and keep your balance while doing so." she mentions, "To that end, we're going to do some work on two things- a simple strike, while we do the footwork exercise simultaneously." Damaris waits a moment before she shows off the move. "We're starting with the feet." She does a shuffle- "You all seem to be keeping up very well, so I'm going to step up the challenge a bit here." her feet move as she squares her shoulders and lifts her hands in a classic boxing style move. "For now, focus on the feet and hold your fists up."
Luornu Durgo	Yet again, the three girls move in a purely syncronous motion, as if they'd all some mental connection or are an accomplished dance troupe. They do seem pleased, though they're doing well - as well as pleased for the other girls. Briefly, the girl in grey looks towards Rachel and Victoria, but her hands - like all her counterparts, are set into the boxing stance.     Each of the girls is attentive, too. None seem to take an idea into their head to go beyond what Faora is showing them, or to 'goof around' and shadow box a little, or play back and forth. As one, they're ready to 'strike', with their ready stance, and a focused low center of gravity that highly suggests to Faora even further they've had training before.
Rachel Goldman	Rachel shifts smoothly through the remaining stretches, enjoying the limbering up now that she's focusing, the anticipation of what's to come. Though she's not expecting anything too advanced...demonstration class, after all, she figures.     Still she falls easily into a loose stance, twisting slightly as she brings her hands up, one bending and raised, the other held more forward, slipping naturally into Jeet Kune Do. She glances over at the three Luornus..it really is a bit hypnotizing to watch, though she catches herself as she keeps her gaze forward, frowning at herself. Sheesh, she's only been away from a training room for...not THAT long...and already her discipline is going to crap.
Victoria	They speed up again. Now Tori's strength is flagging slightly but he does give it her best efort. Her forehead gleam iwth perspriation and her breathing quickens slightly to try to keep up with the increased demands on her muscles. She does so, though with a bit of reluctance from her body. Tori does a lot more anaerobic than aerobic exercise when it comes down to it. Still, she has plenty of stamina left to go. For some reason as the clas gets harder the girl's smile only brightens. Eventually, however, she too finds herself staring at the Luornus curiously. They're definitely the star feature of the class at the moment- Faora herself aside. Most of Tori's attention involves staring at the teacher. She must be a really attentive student.
Luornu Durgo	"You're very good at teaching," offers the girl in white, approvingly. It's more a comment, an observation, than Luornu trying to butter up the teacher even as they begin to increase their own pace to match that of the instructor. "You've taught before?" She seems almost certain of it; a professional courtesy from another teacher.     If any of them are aware they're being stared at, they don't pay much attention. They really, collectively, don't want to be called out again. Bad manners, and all!
Superwoman	"Looks like I've got a class full of fighters here." Damaris states as she watches each of her students fall easily into the stance. "Speed it up a bit, then. Get the shuffle going- widen the stance and make the movement further from the initial demonstration." She widens her own stance and shows. The grace and skill in her movements is no accident- each movement is pinpoint accurate, and made with an almost preternatural grace. She clearly has done this, a lot. Still, there's nothing about her movements that would say she's nothing more than a particularly dedicated fitness enthusiast and martial artist.     "Keep the shoulders square for now- keep your eyes on your target." she says, as she looks over towards Tori- just checking up on her. "I'm going to put my palm in front of you, and I want you to hit it- and I want you to hit it hard. I'm going to see if you're able to shift the stance without my coaching." she says, "I'll move my hand, and say 'Again'. You'll hit it again."     "I have taught before. In more formal surroundings, however." Such as hundreds of Kryptonian peace keeping forces, including special operations. Not something she's about to just talk about. "That, however, is not a discussion for the middle of a class. AFter we're finished, please." she says then, as she starts with 'Back in Black' edition Luornu- a hand lifted, and offered. First, at the center line in the direction she's currently facing. A truly simple strike.
Luornu Durgo	The Luornu in black nods, all-business like, her weight shifting sharply as she moves to strike the open hand while maintaining a low center of balance, hers (and the other Lu's), and she almost opens her mouth to say something else - perhaps another question, perhaps not, but she swiftly closes it to not say anything at all.     When Faora says 'Again', her hand snaps forwards again to hit the new target. Each of her strikes are straight palm strikes to give as much force as she can into Faora, completely unaware Faora could squeeze a tank's cannon closed with that same hand.
Rachel Goldman	At this point, the taller blonde has fallen into a groove, muscle memory taking over as she moves through punches. They're sharp explosions, driving from the chest. Fast, but solid, her feet shifting smoothly in a slight bouncing motion as she rises up on the balls of her feet. And with that in mind, she's sort of watching Faora as she demonstrates, looking for differences rather than the basic motions. Curious if she can recognize any of it. So far, she hasn't.     She does flick her gaze over towards Tori as she starts to flag a little. Well, she's not stopping, so...good on her. And then her attention also turns to the triplets after that look. They definitely have training. Again, not training she recognizes, so she's watching more intently to how they do their strikes.
Victoria	There's no small amount of pride eident on Tori's features as she watches Faora give instruction to the black Triplicate. She takes the opportunity to take a deep breath and watch for a second, studying the people surroundign her. By most standards Victoria is in excellent shape. In this class it's at least adequate. Still, the blonde is definitely not a MMA fighter or pofessional soldier, however she learned. Not that it isn't likely to be relatively obvious.     "Okay..." The tiny, curvaceous blonde turns her gaze onto Rachel and studies her for a second, tilting her head slightly. Then she takes the stance requested and - goes back to her repetitions while she waits. That's what is left to do, really.
Superwoman	Damaris nods, moving down the line next to Rachel- "I want the rest of you to just make straight strikes in front of you now, until I come to you." she remarks- her hands moving simply when she's struck. There isn't an ounce of fear or a single flinch- she just moves her hand in time with the strike as it comes, letting that loud *SLAP* happen and little more. "Don't be afraid of the sound of your fist hitting my hand." she offers, as she continues still down the line. Letting each get their chance to punch and show their stuff. "Don't be afraid, you won't hurt me. Trust me, I've been hit with a lot worse than a fist to the palm."
Luornu Durgo	Each of the other triplets take their turn, and - perhaps as already surmised by Damaris, they each hit in nearly the exact same fashion, the same shift of weight distribution to add to the impact, the same palm-strike, the same force, and even the same timing in that puch and reaction speed, for all four punches.     As she finishes up with the other students, if anyone should look their way their eyes are forward, stances kept, strikes continuing, right, and slightly off. Why? Well. Each of them are striking, in order, the positions that Faora had individually set for them, instead of straight in front of themselves.
Rachel Goldman	Rachel's head tilts a little as she notices how Faoru just absorbs the strikes. Hmm. Girl's got some beef in those arms, apparently, but looks good on her, she decides, unable to turn off the slightly catty voice in her head. Which comes out a bit more when she catches Tori watching Faoru with that expression, looking back and forth between them, then getting a speculative glance. Hmmmm...     She's distracting from her considerations as Damaris gets to her, turning her attention back to her quickly, then goes back into her ready stance. The first punch is about half power...good form, but not her full strength by any means, landing with a sharp *smack* against Faora's palm. She tilts her head as it doesn't move at all, a flicker running across her eyes. She waits for the change in hand location, then punches out. The second one is full strength, putting her hip and shoulder into it, but still pulling it...even at the full punch, it wouldn't have had the extension to do more than maybe graze Damaris. *SMACK*     No movement.     There's a definitely more competitive light into her eyes at that as she rolls her neck, then throws the next one. This time, it's a full extension...if it wasn't blocked, it'd continue right into the teacher. And it doesn't. *SMACK*     She has a considering look, as she meets Faora's eyes. Oooooh....this is...someone she'd LIKE to fight.     The last punch is again straight into the hand. *smack* Not as much force this time.
Victoria	Then it's Victoria's turn. She bounces as she assumes the appropriate stance, blue eyes gleaming. There's no sign of cattiness or judgment in her expression when she studies the other women. Admiration and pride, sure. Tori wears her emotions on her sleeve but... She's not competetive at all apparently. At least not when it comes to martial arts. That doesn't mean she won't give it her best effort.     Victoria throws the punches gamely, following Damaris through the combinations being asked for. Tori doesn't hold back in the slightest but she's obviously toward the beginning of her martial arts training, whatever other athletic background she might have. The girl is somewhat stronger than her height would suggest, which one might expect of an enthusiastic Rolly Derby girl.     Tori can't hurt Faora with a punch. It just makes a satisfying slap, even with the wind up. There is no fear it might either. More enthusiasm and talent than skill. Such things come with time.
Superwoman	"Good!" Damaris calls to each as they throw their punches. The triplets get different places to strike each- just a little something to see how the three would react to different stimuli and how it might ultimately play out- curious when the other two seem to mime the motions of their sisters. Curious indeed.     Rachel's hard punches are barely noticed by Faora- she allows some movement with each strike, even that full extension is stopped before it strikes home. Still, she doesn't use more strength than one might expect for a woman of her size and build who clearly knows what she's doing. Faora is *very* careful to not blow her own cover.Not even for a moment. There is a total lack of fear in Faora's eyes- she's got a poker face that some would kill for.     Tori's strikes are taken at her level. They're not as wide or out of place as she did for Rachel or the Triplets- its clear she's very aware of Tori's abilities and is tailoring her part of the lesson to stretch and teach her how to better adapt.     "You've all done quite well." Damaris notes, "You should all be very proud of the showing you've made here today." she notes, "Today's class will finish with a jog around the park." she states.
Luornu Durgo	"Thank you," each of the triplets say in unison, at their instructor's praise. Even if they knew already these basics, it was good to refamiliarize themselves with them and see the similiarities in the basics of their own technique.     Only now do they seem to move seperately again, that the training has ended in some fashion, "Let's go," calls the girl in black.     The girl in white, however, smiles to Faora. "Very fun. Thank you for offering that, and leading it. We'll try to attend more of your classes, if we can. Between serving the Legion, and teaching of our own, we may not be able to attend every class." She looks over to the grey Luornu, who is busy waggling fingers at both Rachel, and Tori, "You were both really good," she says, a little shyly.
Rachel Goldman	Hmm, jogging. Well, it'll be a good cool down. And it's not like she doesn't have to jog back anyway, Rachel figures. She might have to check this place out. When it's open, anyway. At least the instructor seems to know what she's doing. She nods at the directive, then echoes the triplets. "Yeah...I'll have to check your place out, when you've got it open.     She gets a slightly suprised look as the grey girl waggles her fingers at her, her lips twitching up in a smile back at her. "Thanks...you three are really good too, you've done some solid training to be able to..do that sync thing." Because she has NO idea. She glances to Tori as well, shooting a faint smile her way.. "...you too." she says. "Especially for starting out."     She rolls her shoulder a little, and with a last smile at the others breaks into a easy, ground-eating jog as she starts around the park.
Victoria	Tori offers Faora one of those brilliant smiles of hers and nods. She starts to jog in place, shifting her weight form let to right. "I've been doing this for a little bit but I don't have nearly as much training as you do," Tori offers helpfully. "You're both amazing." Tori must have left her ego in shorts that don't show off her toned legs.     A deep breath follows and then Victoria is training to survey her surroundings, blue eyes intense as she does. " Well." There's a pause as the small woman considers this for a moment. "Ready when you are, Ms. Duval!" Tori's cheerful voice carries well even when she's not shouting. Really, she'd make an excellent mascot or spokesperson for the class.     Which is what Tori will likely be, really. Then the jogging begins. This Victoria can do all day. Around the park. Whee! She seems to be really enthusiastic about being given a perfectly normal task.
Superwoman	"Come when you can. The official classes, however, will be something you pay for. So, its up to you when you arrive and when you go." Faora offers to the class as a whole, and the triplets more specifically. She's jogging now- an easy pace for her stature- not a full run, but quite brisk.
Luornu Durgo	"Synch thing?" The girl in white sounds confused, until the girl in black, jogging along shakes her head, "Not so much practice," she tells Rachel, casually, "We're the same person. So, naturally, we move in the same manner. Tri-Jitsu is a martial arts we developed as it takes advantage of the fact we have three selves," she explains, "And it effectively makes you a single, small, combat unit, trained to recognize what moves your counterparts are doing and instinctively knowing how to react to best compliment that particular attack, or defensive break."     The grey girl chimes in, "We were very curious how to fight as a single person, for when we're just ourself, and not ourselves."     And, finally the white Luornu adds in, "Perhaps we can give a demonstration, some other time. We would be happy to."
Rachel Goldman	Rachel's eyes widen. "...oh..." after a moment of consideration. "So you're...yeah, that would the whole moving together like you're coreographed." she notes wryly, keeping up a steady pace as she jogs along. "Sure, if you'd like? Never met someone who was three people. Or sparred with them either." she says thoughfully. After all...at least part of what drew her out here is wanting to actually be able to train against a person, rather than just a bag. And that's two...er, well, four people that she thinks woudld be challenging.     Except for Tori. She's cute, but she feels it would be like punching an enthusastic kitten. And even as a mercenary, she has limits.
Superwoman	Faora, for her part, simply runs- its just a jog to relax after a class and cool down. A lovely way to end a training session.
Victoria	"...Oh, wow." A deep breath is taken and then Tori blinks at Lornu. Slowly. She nods then and takes a deep breath, returning to bouncing on her toes and nodding her head enthusiasically. "That is so cool!" She calls, blonde tresses bobbing. Then she puts on the jets so she can catch up with Faora. It's not a terribly formal class. She can hit on the teacher.