Panting a bit, Daphne leaned against her bike as they had reached their destination. Arms stretched over her handlebars as she recovered herself from the workout. The old clubhouse was a sight for sore eyes, though the last bit of sloped dirt road had been more of an angle then Daphne had anticipated. And she was trying to catch her breath from the hill that she had just conquered!

"It's your own fault, for not pacing yourself." Velma snickered, knowing that Daphne had done that somewhat to herself, though the last push had been not as intentional as the rest of it. As the hill had been sharper then she had remembered as well. Though it wouldn't take long for the other woman to recuperate. They had run far longer on mysteries, then just this little bike ride. So, she would recover quickly enough that Velma wouldn't have to wait for her.

"S... shush you..." Daphne managed to huff out, though it wasn't much of a threat.

"Wait... take huff these." Daphne offered her keys to Velma to put in the bag. She didn't want to lose them, and she was too busy catching her breath to be able to put them away herself.

Shaking her head, Velma took the keys and moved to the clubhouse. Laying her skateboard against the beloved building. Taking a seat on the small set of stairs that led inside, she placed the bag from around her shoulders to the seat beside her. Unzipping it, she opened the bag and took stock of the contents. Nodding once, she then fished a few pieces out and slowly began to place them on herself. Tossing the keys into the mess as she focused on other bits from inside.

Pulling up her sleeves on her sweatshirt, Velma put in its place, an arm's length type of padding. It looked well used, and tough. Able to take the beating that it was about to endure, and countless ones from the past. As the wear and tear clearly indicated. It had a matching partner that sat on Velma's other forearm. But both of them ended before her hands, leaving them bare. This then allowed her to take out a pair of hitting mitts, that she would soon add to the previous padding. Plucking another pair of pads, the brunette lashed them to her upper legs to protect her thighs. She finished it up by plucking at pair of shin guards to complete the set.

Giving her neck another stretch, Velma set a well battered helmet upon her head. Setting a mouthpiece against her teeth, she bit down on the worn guard. Gripping the hitting mitts; she placed then on her hands and gave them a hard smack together, resounding in the forest around them as she bobbed in place. Getting ready to take on what was coming.

"All set Blake, gimmie your best shot."

Using her last name, Velma taunted her friend into what she knew was coming. Wiggling the padding at the woman, taking a few steps at her. Having caught her breath, Daphne's eyes twinkled at the prospect Velma was offering her. Giving her shoulders a roll, Daphne sized up her partner.

It had been far too long since she had trained her martial arts, and she was feeling a bit restless and rusty. This is why she had convinced Velma a long time ago, to be her practice dummy... And would occasionally steal the woman to get some well needed practice.

Moving herself away from the clubhouse, Velma took up a hunched position, with her hands up and ready to catch Daphne's attacks. Over many years of mock combat, Velma had become a great trainer. Muscle memory helping put her mitts in just the right positions and moved in such a way that was perfect for the other woman. Not a perfectly still target, but not a hard to hit one either.

"..."

Actually, to Daphne's point of view... Velma looked like a massive mountain that was standing in her way. Giving off an aura of... not really aggression. But definitely the sort of feeling you didn't want to mess with lightly. That was the one and only, miss Velma Dinkley. An intimidating mini powerhouse, under five feet tall and staring intently from behind the pads at the woman before her. Ready to pounce if Daphne took her lightly or showed weakness. A perfect sparring partner.

Tucked in on herself, Velma placed the pads to protect herself and make the perfect target area that would be for a man taller than the shorter woman was. After all, they were here to practice Daphne's moves against the possible criminals and the like that they ran into on mysteries. Not knowing when one of those might go south. As not all criminals were content to give chase or hide behind masks. So being able to defend herself, Daphne made sure that she would be ready to deal with anything that came her way. And practiced accordingly.

Picturing one of the many villains that they had ran up against, Daphne settled into a loose defensive stance. Bobbing a bit, she waited for Velma to move. Letting the two of their breathings sync up, as they moved into their routine. It was like Velma could tell who Daphne was imagining and moved to echo. Twisting her hand up where a guy's head would be, Velma only had to wait an instant before Daphne's fist struck the mitt with a resounding impact. Shifting her shoulder, Velma braced her other hand across her chest to take another blow on the 'mans' solar plexus. And finishing with a roundhouse kick to the head, Velma bringing up her arm to catch the strike on her forearm pad with a thwack. Protecting her own self from taking the blow upon the pads.

So back and forth, the two women moved. Velma shifting to be an attacking villain, and Daphne countered it. Taking the 'man' down before they were able to get near her. Punches and kicks flew back and forth, ringing out at they hit the pads and mitts. A dance made up by experience and interactions. Time flying by as they danced back and forth in mock combat.

Finishing a blow, Daphne landed a bit off. Stumbling as her foot landed slightly angled and making her stumble for a second before recovering. But the moment was all Velma needed.

Seeing an opportunity, Velma instantly closed the gap and hit Daphne about her middle. Grasping the woman about the waist, she used her lower point of gravity against the other woman and pressed her advantage for a tackle. Taking Daphne off her feet, Velma used her shoulder and slammed her best friend to the ground in a takedown. Knocking the wind out of her as her back hit the earth behind her.

"Ooof!" Daphne whooshed, as the air fled out of her at the impact. Velma had moved to put Daphne into another wresting move out of instinct, before she realized what she had just done! Releasing her and scooting to her side to check on her fallen best friend. Fussing about and making sure she was ok, though a bit clumsy with all the padding around her.

"Daph!" Fretting as she didn't know the state she had just put the woman in to her sudden charge. She had just reacted in the moment and pressed the advantage before she even thought to.

"Oh! Sorry Daphne, I didn't mean too..."

As Velma moved to help Daphne up, she was stopped by a hand. Gasping for air, Daphne swallowed a few gulped swallows before she was able to wheeze out a response. Wincing at the new tenderness that was growing from where Velma had slammed into her side with a shoulder. And the ground wasn't exactly a forgiving mistress.

"Don't... ugh, that was a great shot. Yeesh."

Leaning to help her, Daphne finally accepted the hand up. Figuring, yeah... they could use a break, Daphne grunted a bit as Velma pulled her to her feet. Walking slowly, holding her ribs as Velma moved them to the clubhouse and threw off the equipment so she was able to fish out some water bottles that had been tossed inside last time they used the bag. Pulling off her helmet so she could see in the bag better to get to the drinks.

"Here... And sorry again." Velma offered, handing the bottle to Daphne. Being a bit sheepish at her attack to the other woman. Feeling bad that she hurt her.

"Don't be, I did tell you to press any advantage that you saw? I don't think a bad guy is going to apologize if they noticed a weakness. My master said I need to be ready for anything. But wow... That was a good shot." Daphne snickered and rubbed the sore spot. Making another mental note to always be careful with honestly pissing off Velma. She hits hard!

Velma waited till Daphne took a sip before opening up her own. Feeling a bit bad, but Daphne had a point. She needed to be ready for anything, including a low tackle like Velma had done. Though her shorter height made that easier than most villains they had run into in the past. And she wasn't exactly sure how many bad guys would try to rush the woman like that. Also, it wasn't the easiest to just charge at Daphne when she was in defensive mode. She was a karate champion and had participated in several competitions. So, she could be just as intimidating as the bespectacled woman was to Daphne. It would not be many people willing to just blindly rush at Daphne without a second thought. At least if they knew her reputation more than just a danger prone princess. And if they didn't, they would learn quickly.

Rubbing her side, Daphne took a sip and let the water run around her mouth for a bit before taking a swallow. Not wanting to take too much at once. But as much as she smarted, it felt pretty good to get it all out and get some training in as well. Get her limbs moving. She was far too rusty, and it was showing. But Velma was good, and even in her prime, Daphne would have to worry about the younger woman. She was tactical, and skilled enough to use any advantage she could get her hands on. Also, she knew more than Daphne wanted to admit, of Daphne and her own weakness'. And while she wasn't a martial artist, she was a good enough wrestler to apply it in a more brawler sense. Not to mention her love of hockey, and all the fighting that was pretty default in that as well.

You wouldn't figure the woman was an only child, but Shaggy and Fred were kind of like older brothers growing up with them around. Especially with Fred's love of Wrestling. So surely some of that rough and tumble payed off. At least till they got old enough for it to have become a bit more awkward. And owning a giant Dane that had no clue about his paws, probably helps as well.

"Man... You should be a linebacker with that tackle, ugh. That was a good one. Took me totally off my feet."

"Funny you should say that..." Velma said with a blush, recalling something that happened in the past. Itching the tip of her nose as she remembered something. Which made Daphne snap her head around, eyes twinkling at the blush and comment. Instantly curious.

"Oh? Do tell..."