“So we have about 20 minutes left. Normally we would take this time to roll. However, we don't really know enough yet. So I will explain what rolling is and give a little demonstration. Most martial arts would call it sparring, but we call it rolling. Don't ask me why. You can start from any position. When you are both ready, you do this handshake, Markus.” Markus came over from where he had been chatting with Father. Getting on his knees to face Susan. Once he was at her level, she held out her palm as if to shake his hand, and he imitated her. She smacked his palm and then offered a fist bump.

"So after you are both ready, you start by getting the fight to the ground." She grabbed one of Markus's arms and a shoulder and did something that caused him to flip onto his back, and he grunted when he hit the ground.

"Once the takedown is resolved, one of you is normally in a dominant position." Susan had taken side control on Markus. "The person on top will be looking for a submission. The other is either looking for a reversal or a way to escape and try the takedown again."

Markus tried to push her off. With her not being close to the same size, he had no trouble lifting her off with both hands on her shoulders. Just as it looked like she was about to be tossed to the side. She grabbed one of Markus's arms and swung her legs over him. One over his chest, the other smothering his face with the crook of her knee. She pinned his wrist to her chest and slowly leaned back until she had his arm extended all the way. "After you get a submission hold, go slow. You want to give your opponent plenty of time to tap before they get hurt. And if you are caught, once you can't escape, tap. You might not even feel pain, but best not to get hurt."

As she said that, she started to bridge her hips slowly. Very quickly, Markus was rapidly tapping her leg. Susan let go in an instant. Stood back up to her knees and offered Markus a hand up. "Once a side has tapped, you can go again after a second to recover. You signal the start with the same hand shake."

Markus shook his head at her offered hand. "Let me learn something first!" He laughed as he collapsed, panting onto his back.

"Notice the size difference between us," Susan continued as she stood over Markus. “He is probably 2 or 3 times my size. On top of that, he is much stronger. Not just knowing BJJ is not going to make up for the gap in strength. When you are at a disadvantage, it will give you tools that you can use to bridge the gap. You can learn to use your opponent's strength against him. Though the more experienced they are, the less that will be possible.”

Sevs looked over to Lily. Her eyes were shining. And a small smile slipped onto her face. Sevs saw her shoot a slightly predatory glance at her brother. He figured that her brother would have to learn to play a little more gently soon.

Susan had kept talking. She told them the names of the moves she had used. It was an arm drag into side control. Markus had done the escape wrong and left his arm hanging for an arm bar. "An armbar is one of the most basic attacks. However, we will not be learning them until we can learn a few more positions, escapes, and sweeps."

As the class ended, Susan told them they had done an excellent job and that she would see them next time. With the dismissal, the children ran off to their parents. They all started talking at once. The babble of the kids' voices echoed throughout the room as they told their parents what they had just done. Each kid had their own idea of what happened and how awesome they were, and good at fighting. They regaled their parents with stories of their exploits. Sevs shook his head as he walked over to Father. How could they have all forgotten that their parents were just a few meters away watching the whole time?

Father clasped him on the shoulder, keeping him at arm's length. "Good job Sevs. Next time we are going to need to bring you an extra shirt or something, 'cause you are soaked."

Father quickly pulled back his hand but not quite fast enough to prevent Sevs from wiping his hair off on it. Markus broke into the conversation with his usual aplomb. "Well, I certainly got my butt kicked! Ready to learn how to do that?"

Sevs laughed at the look on Father's face as he realized he wasn't talking to Sevs.

"But I am not dressed for it!" He protested. It was too late, as Markus was already dragging him to the center of the mats. As the kids' class had wrapped up. Several adults had shown up. They ranged in ages from late teens to some well past middle-aged. The adults behaved in some ways remarkably similarly to the kids. They jogged in a circle and then stretched and talked as they waited for the class to start. The only difference was the volume and energy level.

Susan finished talking to a parent about to leave, and went to go and get the adults started. Soon she had them summer saluting down the mats.

The last set of parents and kids left, leaving Sevs and one other kid sitting on the bench by the cubbies. As their parents were taking the adult class.

Sevs watched Father roll around on the floor; it was quite the sight. Not that Father was bad at it or even out of shape. Just that Father was a dignified figure in Sevs eyes and this was just a little odd. Like seeing your teacher at the grocery store as a little kid.

Susan started the adult onto the next warm-up exercise and came over to talk. "Hey you two, you are welcome to join in. It won't be extra. We are going to be learning the same things, for the most part, but it doesn't hurt to practice."