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116. [Video/Action for Lake of Rage]

_{[It's been a few weeks since Heather's terse text post regarding her father-- hardly the longest period of time she's gone in between network posts, but she certainly hasn't been overly talkative.]

[When the video comes on though, it's partially obscured by a fuzzy blue blob-- the 'Gear has been placed on a clothes rack, pointed to view the next aisle over. Specifically, it's showing the back of a shaggy brown head. Henry Townshend, taciturn photography and unsuspecting victim, is slowly picking his way through a rack of swim trunks.]

[Amid the jangling of clothes-hangers, something appears in the corner of the screen.]

[That something is a pair of hands, and between them-- stretched like a rubber band-- is a Speedo.]

[There is a pregnant pause, probably for the sake of letting the network audience take it all in.]

[Then the hands let it fly.]

[Henry lets out a howl and claps a hand to his head as the speedo bounces off of it with a rubbery twang.]}

HEATHER!!

_{[The camera jostles and the feed ends.]}

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Wh-- hey! Hey, I wasn't aiming for you!

I swear!

Come back!

_{[Ralph almost makes it to the registers before turning around with his arms folded. He eventually smirks though.]}

Long time no see.

_{[Heather just grins up a him. A LITTLE sheepishly. She really HADN'T meant to nearly hit him with that.]}

Yeah, heeeeey.

We finally made it up.

_{[... She had to listen to Henry's quiet deathly moans the whole way up but THEY MADE IT.]}

GOod, I was gettin' a little worried about ya. Was startin' to think you'd been eaten' but a Bidoof or somethin'. Somebody on the 'gear told me there was some creepy glitchy bigfoot out there.

So! You ready to get started?

Glitchy bigfoot? First I've heard of it.

_{[She lifts her hands, pounding one fist into a palm.]}

Never been readier!

That's what I like to hear.

_{[Ralph makes a big showy bow, gesturing toward the shop door with one of his meat mitts.]}

After you!

_{[Looking over her shoulder, she cups a hand by her mouth.]}

Hey, Henry! I'll meetcha back at the cabin, okay? Later!

_{[Then, grinning at Ralph, she punches one of his meaty shoulders lightly as she heads past him and through the door.]}

_{[Out on the lakeside, Ralph had sat up a little area for them. There was a bench with some water bottles, a first aid kit (that Vanellope had stuck a few candy bars into,) and a pile of sticks that he'd diligently gathered.]}

Alright, squirt. I'm not from some war game or fighting game, but I know a thing or two about staying on my feet in a scrap. Bein' quick is nice but you gotta be tough too.

I'm all for being tough, don't worry.

_{[She might be more naturally inclined for speed, but she knows perfectly well that in some situations, speed doesn't do a whole hell of a lot for you.]}

_{[Ralph pops open the first aid kit and starts wrapping up his hands with the tape he finds inside.]}

We're gonna punch a bunch of different things and I'm gonna show you how not to break your hands doin' it!

I already know some basics. Y'know, like keeping your thumb outside of your fist and stuff.

_{[She props her hands on her knees, watching him wrap up with interest. It's something she used to see Ironhide do but they rarely actually... threw punches in their little lessons. Probably because he was afraid that if he punched her she'd just CEASE EXISTING. #GiantRobotProblems]}

Yup!

_{[He then tosses her the tape and waits for her to wrap up herself.]}

Now I don't know a whole lotta technical stuff, I just know how to hit things. So when you're done with that, I want you to sock the palm of my hand as hard as you can.

_{[He holds up one of his freaky taped up meatmitts.]}

_{[She starts to tape up her hands, which are... well, considerably smaller than Ralph's. That sort of goes without saying.]

[Setting the roll down once she's done, she cracks her knuckles and rolls her shoulders.]}

Okay.

_{[Here goes.]

[Drawing her fist back, she takes a deep breath, then pounds her fist into his palm. To her credit, she packs a punch for someone her size and build. She sure won't be knocking any walls down with it, though.]}

_{[Now that's a good punch! Her form's sort of sloppy but there's some power behind that bony little fist!]}

Y'did good! Try it again--but throw your whole body into it. Imagine alla you is a fist. Just reel back and WHAM!

Okay!

_{[This time there's a little more vigor in that word, and she does as she's told, putting her full weight into the hit.]}

_{[He crows out a little laugh as he feels his arm pushed back. She learned fast.]}

That one was great! Much better! Now put your hand up, I'm going to punch you.

_{[She actually lets out a slightly nervous laugh at that.]}

Hhhhoookay!

Don't hold back or anything, now.

_{[She holds up her hand-- then thinks twice and shifts a foot backwards in the moist earth to brace herself.]}

_{[Ralph draws back his fist and gives her palm a pretty good pop--enough to push her backward.]}

Stop lettin' me do that. Push my hand away!

_{[And he strikes out again, this time a little faster.]}

_{[She's nothing if not willing to fight back. Especially when asked to.]

[Biting her lip and digging her heel in further, she shoves forward against his big fist.]}

_{[Ralph sets his jaw. She's doing alright. But she's forgotten one thing. Ralph has two hands. He strikes out with the other to give her shoulder a bump.]}

_{[After everything Snake and Ironhide had taught her, she really should have seen that coming. Maybe she's just rusty. It's been... awhile, after all.]}

--Hey, you didn't say we were doing two arms!

_{[She removes one hand from the first she'd been pushing on and starts to shove on the other.]}

And neither will anybody who decides you need a good punch in the nose!

_{[Ralph pushes both fists against her hands and starts walking forwards.]}

C'mon, gimmi what for! I can take it!

_{[Well if they're gonna play it THAT way...]

[Doing a sort of hop in place to re-gain her traction on the ground, Heather heaves against his hands to throw them to the sides.]

[And then, because inertia's in effect and who's she to fight against it, charges forward with a swinging fist.]}

RAAAAGH!

_{[Ralph lets her shove his hands aside and get some punches in--not out of pity--but in order to see if she really would give it all she had. Sparring was tough sometimes because you did want to hurt your partner but at the same time you didn't because it was sparring.]

[Conclusion: Heather's bony little fists hurt. But she needed to get tougher.]}

Oh, come on! You call that a punch!

_{[He boxed her aside like a lion shooing a troublesome cub.]}

Your MOM'S a punch!

_{[... Because that makes sense.]

[She goes in again, harder.]}

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