Teacher's Lounge, Wednesday Morning

[atreideslioness]

The students were not the only ones that needed a break from the stress of finals and graduation, and so Ghanima set herself up in the teacher's lounge, large boxes of moddable goodies from JGoB on the tables. Her work for the semester was done, but that didn't mean she couldn't share.

Teachers needed sugar too, darn it.

[Open for those of the educational-persuasion!]

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[atreideslioness]

"That depends on what kind of fighting you want them to learn," Ghanima pointed out. "Fighting for sparring or show, then yes, there are rules. Fighting to get the heck out of a fight or survive an encounter, then they need to know how to fight 'dirty' as it were."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler's eyes dropped. "You're right about that," he said. "Fighting to live, you don't wanna get fussy about who's keeping their shoes on."

[atreideslioness]

"Although guidelines for training, that's something else altogether," she joked, gauging his reaction. "We don't want them accidentally hurting themselves or others."

[tyler_gone]

"Only on purpose?" Tyler asked, wit h a slight smile. "No, you just got me thinking -- how do you teach a kid to fight for his life without killing anybody, on purpose or by accident?"

[atreideslioness]

"Work with the guidelines until they're somewhat competent, then pass them off to someone they're probably unable to beat to learn how not to hold back," she answered. "I always trained against Leto or my aunt. The students here have people like Master Skywalker, Mayor Summers, or Deadpool, who can take a beating and keep going."