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Who| Wash, Dipper, and Pidge
What| Hand to hand training specifically tailored for the height challenged, or Wash really wants these two kids to be equipped for the next fight that comes their way.
Where| The training gym, because I guess Wash lives there now
When| Before Tinker Tailor Hero Spy
Warnings/Notes| None?

As far as Wash was concerned, having weapons or powers wasn't enough, because there was no guarantee you'd get to keep either of them for the duration of a fight. You needed to be able to defend yourself even if you were disarmed, and that went double for the people who probably shouldn't have been in a fight in the first place.

Which meant training was in order.

It had been almost embarrassingly easy to convince Dipper to join in. He'd had to strike a deal with Pidge, but she'd eventually agreed as well. He'd put them through warmups and had them run a couple laps - because that is how things are done and stamina is important - and waited for them to get back and catch their collective breath before getting started on what they were actually there for.

"How much combat experience do you two have?"

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Wash raises an eyebrow at that admission. Dipper is smart, yeah, but he's just this side of 'too smart for his own good,' and that can be all sorts of fun to deal with. But he's willing to learn, and that's a good start.

"Sounds like you learned the lesson already." A beat. "But that's not going to get you out of this."

He notes the ready stance and the fists - it looks like this isn't Dipper's first training session - and moves in, aiming an open-handed blow to the middle of Dipper's chest. It's slower than he'd normally go and doesn't have a lot of force behind it; it'll hurt if it connects, and it should knock Dipper down, but it shouldn't break anything.

Dipper swept around in a parry the way Karate Kid had taught him and and swept an arm up for a block. Not a direct one, one meant to cause Wash's blow to slide off to the side -- a direct block just would've hurt his arms and knocked him back.

Since the parry brought him closer, with his other hand, he aimed a fist at Wash's side in a sharp little blow. It didn't have much force behind it but that was the sad reality of all of Dipper's punches. The best he could do was try to aim for weak points like Wash's gut, or try to use his momentum to throw him, and hope the damage accumulated over time.

Yep, this is definitely not Dipper's first training session. Wash is honestly impressed that Dipper got the block up in time; then again, anyone who could survive the apocalypse probably had pretty quick reflexes.

But Dipper's mistake is the same as Pidge's: getting in close to someone much bigger and stronger without a plan or an exit strategy. Wash takes the hit just below his ribs and breaks the block, driving his elbow down. It's still slower and with far less force than normal; it's also the move that dropped Pidge earlier, though Wash has to get a bit lower to aim for Dipper's solar plexus. Time to see just how quickly Dipper learns.

Dipper took the hit and it hurt, but after the wheezing outtake of breath, he twirled around, using the momentum from the blow to keep moving, stumbling back instead of falling and turning it into another parry. A lot of his movements were circular, rooted in some of the softer martial arts moves Karate Kid had taught him, and while that meant that his mistakes caused him to take hits he really couldn't afford to take, he could at least recover instead of going down.

The twirling parry turned into a kick this time, aimed at Wash's knee.

On the one hand, Dipper seems to have a bit more than the basics down. On the other hand, he's still fighting like he's bigger than he actually is, and just like Pidge, that'll get him dropped quicker than just about anything else.

Wash had stayed low after Dipper had stumbled backwards; it makes the kick that much easier to block. He sweeps a forearm downwards into a block, and then sweeps it back up, aiming to throw Dipper's leg upwards and knock him on his back.

And it did. Whump.

"Ow."

Between the blow to the gut he still hadn't recovered from and the way he clonked his head on the mat, he was already almost down for the count, but he rolled back over his own shoulder to at least get on his knees.

With his pulse pounding in his ears and his hackles raised, he...well, treated this like life or death. Which was probably not the best thing to do but he didn't even really realize he was doing it. His brain just said "this is what you have to do to ~~survive~~ get a hit in" and then he did it.

"Owwwww," he whimpered, holding both hands and wincing like he was actually a lot more hurt than he was.

All that training and Dipper hadn't learned how to fall? Wash makes a note to talk with Karate Kid about his curriculum, and-

And evidently he'd hurt Dipper. He feels a pang of guilt and pushes it down. Damage control first; guilt later. "Okay, that's enough for today," he says, dropping to a knee in front of Dipper. "Dipper, are you okay?"

Vulnerable. ~~Weak.~~

Fight. Hurt.

Dipper barely heard Wash saying it was enough for the day. He heard the words but it didn't quite register.

When Wash was close enough, he suddenly sprang up with a punch aimed at Wash's face. His expression was vaguely triumphant but also wild-eyed. Almost feral. For just a moment, his brain had gone into "do whatever it takes" mode, something not entirely thoughtless but still mostly on automatic.

Nope. Definitely not okay.

Wash jerks back, bringing up his arms to block Dipper's punch and pushing back against him, trying to knock him back a bit. "Dipper! That's enough. We're done" His tone is firm, but he can't keep the edge out of it entirely. Evidently sparring with a still-recovering kid is a good way to push fight-or-flight response. Good to know.

That led to flailing and hitting and attempted scratching, the kind of fighting someone did when they were desperate and fighting for their lives--

--and finally Dipper scrambling away, teeth bared, his telekinetic aura flaring unconsciously when it registered that Wash was pushing but not grabbing, meaning he could get away if he tried to move back instead of forward.

And then he blinked as he registered where he was and who was actually in front of him. Wash. Wash was a friend. And Pidge was a teammate and he was just in the gym. No one was trying to hurt him or break things or eat him.

The anger and heart-pounding fear faded away -- and then there was just guilt and him wanting to sink through the floorboards in embarrassment.

"Oh man. Oh man. I'm sorry. I didn't -- I didn't mean to --"

The only way it could've been worse was if he'd twigged out in a sparring match with Pidge. At least Wash understood why he'd twigged out and was hard to hurt.

There's a good amount of blocking and dodging on Wash's part, always either moving away from Dipper or moving Dipper away from him. He can take a hit just fine, so long as he keeps Dipper away from his face. He talks to him all the while, low and steady, like he's trying to coax a frightened cat out from underneath a car: "Dipper, we're fine. It's okay. You're safe."

At least Pidge has the good sense not to get involved, without Wash having to say anything. She's got a good head on her shoulders.

Dipper finally gets out of his own head and Wash breathes a sigh of relief. Good. The last thing he wanted to do was drag Dipper back up to the infirmary and explain what had happened. "It's okay. It happens."

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