80s Training Montage!!
A/N: I don't own them, I just rent them for a few hours and give them right back. Feedback is wonderful, it motivates the muse.
Willow made a ‘huff’ sound as she hit the mat, rolling rapidly to her left as the Bo (fighting staff) came down right where her chest had just been.
Xander pulled back and grinned at her as she rolled to her feet, bouncing. “Did you see that Adam? He missed me!” She was grinning from ear to ear.
* * * *
Giles watched Death dance with his Slayer. It was one of the most amazing things he had ever seen- they were moving so fast they blurred, and neither had a single mark. After almost ten minutes of battle, Adam got the upper hand and disarmed her, twisting the short sword out of her grip and across the room. Buffy panted as Adam grinned, barely winded. “Not bad, but you still think there are rules in a fight. Remember: Evil Cheats.”
* * * *
Cordelia spun the Bo across her body and parried Giles’ blow. Adam nodded in approval, then frowned as her concentration wavered and caused her to stumble with the next blow. “Balance, Cordelia. It’s all about balance. Try again.” She squared her shoulder and nodded, going into one of the guard positions she’d learned.
* * * *
Adam spoke softly to Giles as he watched the teens meditate on the mat before practice. “Xander is doing surprisingly well, as is Cordelia. Willow is still having trouble, though- not much practice at clearing her mind it seems.”
Giles nodded. “When she can do it for at least 10 minutes, I’ll talk to her about magic lessons. You said there are several other students with potential?”
“Yes. Amy, from her mother of course, Jonathan, and Andrew.”
“Um, I’ll talk to Amy; the others I’m not familiar with, I suppose she might know who they are.”
“I can point them out to you later.”
* * * *
Xander hefted the blunted practice sword uncertainly. “Um, Adam? This is a lot heavier than the wooden one.”
Adam smiled. “It’s supposed to be. It’s for building up strength and stamina, so that the real one is easy to use. You’ll just be doing forms for the next couple weeks. After your upper body strength improves a bit, we’ll start sparing with it.”
* * * *
Buffy stared at Adam like he had told her the sky was pink. “You want me to do what?”
“I want you to balance with one hand on top of this,” he handed her a sword and continued, “for a minimum of five minutes.”
“That’s impossible. You can’t balance on the point, and trying it the other way ‘round leads to Captain Hook!”
“Buffy, if I prove it is possible, then you have to do it for ten minutes and, hmm, I
choose your Halloween costume this year.”
She handed him the blade back. “Fine. Let’s see it then. But if you fail, you take me shoe shopping at the mall.”
Adam shrugged and took off his coat, taking several deep breaths as he placed the point against the floor before flipping up into a handstand on the hilt of the sword. He held for a long moment before slowly lifting his left hand, leaving him balancing on just his right. Her mouth dropped. “Well?”
“A whole ten minutes?” She asked weakly.
* * * *
Xander, Willow, Cordelia, Angel, and Buffy all leaned over the railing as the watched the two British men spar. Adam and Giles danced back and forth across the library floor, steel clashing. Adam was lecturing as he fought, causing Giles to give him nasty looks and try to press harder. The onlookers gasped as Adam stumbled and Giles lunged. Adam twisted, and dropping his sword he grabbed Giles’ blade one handed and pulled, flipping Giles over his hip and disarming him at the same time. Adam ended on his knees, holding a knife to his throat and still talking. “Never assume the only weapon you can see is the only one your enemy has,” his tone remained even and dry as Giles grabbed his wrist and shoulder, pulling Adam off balance and disarming him, then rolling away, “or that your enemy is defeated, not until he is dead. And sometimes not even then.” Everyone nodded in understanding.
* * * *
Adam watched the teens filing out after clean up, waiting until they were at the door before calling Willow’s name absentmindedly. “I’ll catch up in a minute Xander. ‘Night Cordelia.” She walked over to the desk where Adam was leaning, lost in thought. “Adam?”
He waited until he knew Xander was out of earshot before answering. “Did Xander talk to you about moving in with me?”
She blushed and stuttered, “Moving in?! But, you’re old! Not like old, old, I mean, you’re really good looking for your age, whatever that is, oh”
Adam placed a hand over her mouth. “Willow. I am not propositioning you. I want you and Xander to move in with me,” he sighed sadly and dropped his hand, “because his family is abusive. But he won’t accept charity. At least, he won’t if it’s just him. That’s where you come in.” He smiled at the puzzled look on her face. “He will move in with me- to protect you from me.”
She blinked several times. “What about his dad?”
“I have emancipation paperwork, a copy for each of you, and I have no doubt I can ‘convince’ his parents to sign it if I have to.” She bit her lip. “I don’t need an answer now, just think about it, OK?”
Willow smiled weakly. “I will.”
He smiled back. “You’d better get going. Tell them you forgot something.” She nodded absently, already deep in thought as she walked out the door.
* * * *
Willow flopped back on the mat, breathing hard. Xander and Cordelia joined her, sweating and panting as well. Adam laughed evilly. “Am I working you too hard, children?” They groaned in unison.
“Isn’t it time to quit yet?” Xander whined piteously.
Adam looked up at the clock. “20 past, actually. All of you are doing quite well, stamina and strength increasing by leaps and bounds. Even you Willow.” He grinned down at the recumbent teens. “Scat. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” They sighed in relief and clambered stiffly to their feet.
Buffy stood from the stairs, shaking her head. “’Fraid not. Parent-teacher night tomorrow, remember? So, no practice at school.”
Adam shrugged. “Just means I get to work them twice as hard next time to make up for it.” The three exhausted teens slumped against each other in despair, whimpering at the thought.
Buffy wacked Adam on the arm, grinning. “Be nice, they’ve earned their day off. You’ve been working them pretty hard.”
Adam looked at her, deadly serious. “The harder they work now, the longer they’ll live later.”
Xander nudged Willow toward her things, looking as serious as Adam. “We know. That’s why we’re still here.”
Buffy watched her friends file out the door, waiting until it closed behind Xander before asking Adam, “Do you think this Spike guy is really gonna try to kill me Saturday?”
Adam ‘hmm’d’ thoughtfully. “Probably, but we’ve been working pretty hard since school started.” He looked at her and smiled crookedly. “He’s good, but you’re a lot better than most council raised slayers. And if you can’t win the fight, just remember: live, grow stronger, and fight another day.”