See? He was already taking her more seriously, calling her SJW rather than Rainbow! That was probably a step in the right direction.
Right?
Twirling her ribbon to get the momentum up, she let the stick slide through her fingers and caught a length of fabric a few feet behind it. "Head!" The fiberglass stick went slamming into the back of the closest dummy's head. Catching the flying ribbon with a foot, she flipped, sending the stick flying backwards into the dummy behind her. "Right arm!" The stick smacked into the dummy's right bicep with a satisfying thwack. Yanking on the ribbon, the stick changed direction again, sailing back to the first dummy and hitting it right in the "Solar plexus!" A kick and the stick was flung into the hip of the dummy closest to Barry, right on the heels of her call.
She was going through several simple routine moves as she flung her stick into the dummies. It was how she'd learned and she wasn't sure that she could get the necessary accuracy by staying still. After a few minutes of warming up, she started speeding up. Her flips sent her flying all over the rooftop and she stopped using the stick only for ranged attacks. A low roll had her tossing the stick around the bottom of the dummy, tangling it in ribbon. When she bounced back up to her feet, she tugged and the dummy toppled over. A high roundhouse sent her flying over another dummy's head, and the stick flashed out to smack into a temple. She ran at the third, tossing a loop of ribbon over it and kept running until it too crashed to the roof.
When she came to a stop, barely breathing heavily, she stood in front of Barry, beaming, with all three dummies down and the ribbon fluttering at her ankles. She might even been posing a bit--if so, she wasn't going to tell.
[Link goes to a rhythm gymnastics vid. Starts at 40 seconds in; the next 10 seconds are pretty neat if you're interested.]
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Date: 2014-06-14 05:12 am (UTC)Right?
Twirling her ribbon to get the momentum up, she let the stick slide through her fingers and caught a length of fabric a few feet behind it. "Head!" The fiberglass stick went slamming into the back of the closest dummy's head. Catching the flying ribbon with a foot, she flipped, sending the stick flying backwards into the dummy behind her. "Right arm!" The stick smacked into the dummy's right bicep with a satisfying thwack. Yanking on the ribbon, the stick changed direction again, sailing back to the first dummy and hitting it right in the "Solar plexus!" A kick and the stick was flung into the hip of the dummy closest to Barry, right on the heels of her call.
She was going through several simple routine moves as she flung her stick into the dummies. It was how she'd learned and she wasn't sure that she could get the necessary accuracy by staying still. After a few minutes of warming up, she started speeding up. Her flips sent her flying all over the rooftop and she stopped using the stick only for ranged attacks. A low roll had her tossing the stick around the bottom of the dummy, tangling it in ribbon. When she bounced back up to her feet, she tugged and the dummy toppled over. A high roundhouse sent her flying over another dummy's head, and the stick flashed out to smack into a temple. She ran at the third, tossing a loop of ribbon over it and kept running until it too crashed to the roof.
When she came to a stop, barely breathing heavily, she stood in front of Barry, beaming, with all three dummies down and the ribbon fluttering at her ankles. She might even been posing a bit--if so, she wasn't going to tell.
[Link goes to a rhythm gymnastics vid. Starts at 40 seconds in; the next 10 seconds are pretty neat if you're interested.]