Camp Counselor

Chapter Ten

"Position your feet shoulder width apart and hold up your hands like this." I direct Kara as I take her wrist into my palms and position Kara's fist in a blocking way, square of her face so that she could block any of my punches. Kara followed along obligingly and she did so with great interest. "Now what ever you do, whatever I do, you always want to bring your hands back like this. If not I'll get you square in the face and trust me, it'll hurt." I warn her as I begin to get in position myself.

Today was mine and Kara's first day of defensive tactics training, mainly because Kara's been insistently asking lately and we actually have some free time to do so. So here we are, behind the Buddy Cabin getting ready to have a snack down. And no I'm not actually gonna hit her, well not yet anyways. Kara needs to get used to the repetition portion of the skill and once she's got it down I'll bring her into the next phase.

It's just Kara needs to think that I'll actually hit her so she doesn't get too comfortable and fail to bring her hands back up. It's her luck though. When I was training with the girls from the orphanage they took it easy on me as I was only five and if they were to actually hit me and leave a mark Mrs. Kowlswaga would definitely put them in for one, as it would look horrible on her behalf of being a orphanage mother.

So sadly when I went to live with the Luthers I didn't quite have the repetition down and just like Lex said he would, he got me square in the face. It hurt a lot and I held a grudge against him for it for a while as I didn't think he would actually hit me but he repeatedly told me that "Nobody out there is going to take it easy on you. You need to learn and the only way to get you to do that is not to hold back. Remember that Lena." Believe it or not it was the best piece of advice I've ever received. Lex has always had a way of explaining things to me in ways I could understand.

So regardless that is what I'm going to do with Kara. Her fate of getting punched in the face all depends on her ability to listen, and to act quickly. Let's see what she's capable of.

I give Kara a "Are you ready?" Look in which Kara responded with a confident head nod. I nodded in response to show that I understood and we began. "You go first." I direct her as I held my arms up firmly.

Kara nodded and a second later she pushed her right first out as hard as she could. As normal I blocked the punch but unfortunately for Kara's sake she already failed to bring her arms back up in the same position that I specifically warned her to always keep. So instead of going in for a punch myself I dropped my position in disappointment. Kara noticed my discontent as she dropped her position herself and a frown made its way to her face. "What?" She asked disappointedly.

I sighed in dissatisfaction as I took Kara's wrist into my palms again. I placed them directly square of her face as I did so in a authoritative force as I kept my face assertive. "Like this." I tell her sternly so that she knew how serious I was. For Kara to keep her arms up and blocking her face she had to know how important it is.

Kara gave a sigh as she nodded and began to study her arm placements for future references. "Now try again." I tell her as I get back into position.

Kara takes a deep breath as she tries to renew her failed attempt. Once again she puts on a confident, determined facial expression and I can't help but think how well she wears it. I give Kara a nod and she takes it as her opening to throw in a punch. I block it easily and as I do so I smile triumphantly to see that Kara brought her fist back into the position I needed her to keep. I reward Kara with this by giving her a proud smile and she smiles back in shock.

"Good Kara, now give me a few more." I direct her as I begin to walk around a bit. Kara managed to follow my each and every move as she only dropped her position a couple of times. For the most part she did pretty good and I was amazed, because even I wasn't all that good when I first started. Yet again I was five, but she still made me proud.