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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 29, 2007 9:51:24 GMT -8
A minute late and you're doomed.[/color]
This would be the reason why she had Reita drop her off a good ten minutes early. Waving goodbye, she felt a bit sick to her stomach, due to the foul smell of burning plastic mixed with other chemicals in the air. Though, it wasn't as bad as when she first came yesterday, but still...she doubt she'd ever get used to this smell, no matter how many times she'll end up coming here.
Her palms were wrapped neatly with new bandages, which her brothers done for her because of his over-protection for her well-being. However, when it comes to being nearly dead on the street because of some gang that her brother pissed off, he really doesn't care. Some older brother he is, huh?
She would wait for the partician to open, and would enter way before the one minute was up.
Hopefully, there isn't a catch to this, 'cause he sure liked to twist his words..
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Post by valekin on Mar 29, 2007 15:17:08 GMT -8
Sure enough, at the specified time. The partician opened, and would close a minute later. Hopefully Mitsuki could find her way back to the factory floor by herself. It was only the biggest room in the entire factory. Valekin had prepared a whole theme park of tests for her. Not all of them would be for today, in fact, many were not for today. But the ones that were for today; would still be unique and interesting.
Upon her entering of the factory floor, she'd hear his maniacal laughter. Not at her level, not mostly horizontal. But vertical. He was above her, on top of one of the bigger machines. Her test was, get to him without falling. Because if she fell, she could get seriously hurt. And would he help her? No, because in battle, usually there was no one there to help you out of a rut.
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha....
"Come to me little elf. I'm up here on this shelf. Can you get up here all by thy self?"
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha.....
His voice would ring out as he'd hear her enter the factory floor. Provided she got there. Because if she got lost in the factory, well... that was a test in all it's own. The things she'd discover in the factory, if she was determined enough, and curious enough, would stay with her for years. Haunting her nightmares.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 30, 2007 9:43:00 GMT -8
And in she went.
...turn here, go straight, and it should be t-...bingo.[/color]
Tada. She made her way to the factory floor, though it did take her some time to re-cooperate her thoughts from yesterday on how she got to that certain spot in the first place. Once entered, she heard an insane laughter coming from...above? Instinctively, she would tilt her head up to see the mentally unstable teacher who wanted her to climb to get him. O...kay... She sighed; again with the rhymes. Her palms still stung a bit from yesterdays training, but she learned to "overcome" her mind, thus, the pain was blocked - somewhat. Looking around, she found a machine to start off by climbing, then looked over to the side. What was she doing? She was planning on how to get up before she started working. It would save energy, and prove to be faster.
Her hair was in two tight french braids, again, and her glasses held a slight tint of blue, and were somewhat tight that would prevent them from slipping down. Moving over towards the machine, she began climbing. At first, it wasn't too difficult - it felt like an easier version of rock climbing. The foot holds and handles were basically a given, but the higher she went, she noticed that the harder it was becoming. Not only that, but she told herself not to look down, because that would just pile up some amount of stress on her, which would not prove to be so good.
Another thing to keep in mind was not to fall.
It was a little difficult to keep your hands from slipping if you had cloth on them, but her brother demanded that she not take them off until she got home.
...@#$%...
Her foot had slipped when she tried to climb higher, though her hands and good grip kept her from tumbling down and down and down... Her hands were now beginning to slip as she climbed higher, because of the sweat building up on the cloth, so she found a good place to stand without the need of her hands, and unwrapped the cloths and dropped them to the ground. Although it would sting a bit, it would make it a whole lot easier to climb due to her "rough" hands - well, they were smooth, until some incident that involved burning hot chains.. - and with a bit of water - also known as sweat - kept her grip firm.
It was not too long until she made it up to where Teacher was, her breath slightly jagged, her arms a bit tired from all that climbing...but that was nothing compared to yesterday's work out.
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Post by valekin on Mar 30, 2007 11:49:10 GMT -8
"Very good my dear. I will now teach you how to strike. There are several ways to strike with your hands and arms. As we'll be dealing with the upper limbs first. Now hands up, and ball them into a fist. As you punch towards my open palm, turn your torso with your shoulder."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee....
Valekin knew how to box. It wasn't all arm strength in boxing, it was centripital forces as well. The turning of the body, along with the punch, delivered one hell of a strike. Of course, the regular old fist strikes were effective, but there were different kinds of strikes for different things. Back hands, thrusts, downcuts, uppercuts, palms, dragon fists, tijger fists.
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"Much later, we will spar using only upper limb strikes. So that you will become used to using them as second reactionary nature. Now strike my palm as hard as you can."
The maniac was dead serious. Ironically, he didn't take death seriously. But he was still serious, a little insane. But completely sure he wanted her to hit his palm with her fist as hard as she could. Among today's theme park of calisthenics was a tension work out, using a 'punching bag', and an introduction to knife fighting.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 30, 2007 16:20:21 GMT -8
...and we're going to do all this way up here?...!
She wasn't exactly sure if she should though; what happens if he falls off? Though, immediately, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind because he was the teacher, not her. So for now, she'd just have to trust him on this.
Catching her center of balance, she exhaled a deep breath, remembering what she had learned just yesterday on the metal pipe. She walked towards him until she was just a couple feet away from him, and she put up a fighting stance with her right hand in front of her list, both balled in tight fists. As Mitsuki punched with her right fist, she used as much energy and power as she could, and turned her torso with her shoulder, aiming it all towards his palm. She felt a definite change in her punches; more direct, maybe? As if aimed all towards one center point of location. Though, if she had her blood pumping, she would've - might've - been able to punch twice as harder.
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Post by valekin on Mar 30, 2007 16:31:26 GMT -8
"Good, a few more with this kind of strikebefore we move onto the next. Remember, keep your legs locked in position if you don't want to spin out of control. Hit my palms as hard as you can, with your fists."
He took her right handed strike with his left hand, and absorbed the force by turning in the same direction with that arm. Her left punches he'd absorb the same way, only on the opposite side of his body. He knew what he was doing, after all, he had been trained this way. To use good basic skills, and a variety of defensive and aggressive techniques.
They stood atop a large drum, inside of which was petroleum. Of course it was capped. But they were quite high. It had a diameter of ten meters, so they had plenty of room to do what they needed to do up there before going down to the arena. Which, by the way, has a spiffy black mat now.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 30, 2007 18:24:04 GMT -8
Locking her legs the best she could, she aimed one punch after another straight as his palms, turning her torso the correct way with her shoulders every time she switched hands. The slapping of her fist against his palms were probably echoed in the area, depending if any of the machines were on or not, but Mitsuki was too focused on her punches to notice such a thing. Mentally, she counted the number of punches she was smacking into his palm, and so far, for each hand, she had gotten ten punches in. She would keep going until he wanted her to stop, though she was far from being tired in just punching. Though her shoulders began to tense up a bit, she was still perfectly fine.
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Post by valekin on Mar 30, 2007 18:36:32 GMT -8
"Good, good. Now we will move onto palming. You attack with your palm, rather than your nuckles. We'll cover the rest of palming in Strike Zones today. After Palming is the dragon fist, which is like palming, yet you strike with your knuckles that are curled. Good for hitting the trachea, remember that."
Valekin demonstrated each fist before finally stopping. Thrusts were abit more complicated, adn would be taught after the spar. But first he wanted to introduce her to knife fighting. He climbed down from the machines after motioning for her to follow. Down at the mat, he took off his boots and left them off of it. No one wants to get ringworm. He walked across the mat, and picked up two thick plastic knives. Both relatively harmless. Considering neither were sharp.
"Take off your shoes and come into the ring."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 31, 2007 12:14:02 GMT -8
She followed as instructed, striking her palms at his own palm, still turning her shoulder at the proper way. She kept in mind of what they were going to do next - or later today. Although trying not to get off track, she wondered how many minutes have gone by since she's been here. As much as she tried to not let her mind stray away from focus, she couldn't help but wonder.
She followed him down towards the mat, careful not to slip off or lose her grip. Watching him slip off his boots and climb onto the mat, she only assumed she had to do the same. Taking off her sneakers, she went abord and saw him with two plastic knives which looked relatively thick.
And what, exactly, did he plan on doing with those?
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Post by valekin on Mar 31, 2007 12:24:06 GMT -8
"Take this one. We will begin now with an introduction fighting with knives. Then we will move right into a spar. Following that we'll dine. Then return here for the rest of the lesson. Sound alright to you?"
Hye ha ha ha ha....
He tossed one of the plastic knives at her gently. He stood at the center of the mat with the plastic knife in his right hand. He twirled it twice around his palm. The maniac was quite proficient with knives. He's used them for so very long. So long that he doesn't feel prepared for anything without a knife of some kind. Combat or butterfly. Whatever. with a finger, he pressed on the tip, and watched the blade bend. It would flex and bend when pressed. This made it so that no matter how hard you try to stab someone with it, you can't. [/color]
"Ready?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 1, 2007 14:57:52 GMT -8
Catching the knife with ease, she weighed the "weapon" in her hand. Her head turned up and towards Teacher, giving him a nod saying that she agreed with todays agenda, however, she wasn't so sure if she would have the appetite to eat. Yesterday, she didn't have dinner, due to her stomach still upset from what had happened, but in the morning, she found herself extremely hungry and had a decent breakfast. Today, she just prayed that she wouldn't end up puking the food she had for breakfast - nutritions were needed for her body to function properly, no? That, and the fact that Mitsuki is, pretty much, a picky eater. Just because she's picky, though, doesn't mean she won't eat it.
"Yeah."
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Post by valekin on Apr 1, 2007 15:13:48 GMT -8
"There are two grips that one can use effectively. Depending on the length of the weapon. For knives, we will use the reverse grip. Which looks like this. It's easier to block with, attack with, riposte with, and in general use. This grip will be your best friend in times of need."
Hye ha ha ha
The maniac took up the reverse grip and held it with the 'blade' side out, and the back edge towards his elbow. He took three quick steps, and threw an uppercut with the weapon that would catch her at the crotch and go all the way to her chin. It was light, with no force behind it. Rather slow. More like a demonstration rather than an actual attack. He was in teacher mode, he wouldn't eviscerate her. Not at all. She was his student after all, a testament to his will and power. After all, he had no children. So all his possessions would go to whomever he wills them to.
"You can use your imagination with this. Though there are some things you certainly don't do with it. Such as trap another bladed weapon between your arm and your weapon. That's a no no. Understand?"
Hye hee hee hee hee
Whether or not his strike hit her. He'd recoil the weapon back to it's original position, and would wait for her to strike. He's proven how powerful this grip is in combat. He used it against someone that out powered him, one Keith, and practically gutted the boy.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 2, 2007 13:15:44 GMT -8
Holding onto the handle of the knife properly, the handle pointing inwards towards her chest. When Teacher stepped forward and pointed the knife from the bottom up, she would've backed off a bit, due to the obvious close-ness between them. That was another problem she should probably learn how to control; she really disliked it when people touched her. Though the hands and shoulders were fine, but when it came to her stomach region, she would flinch. Yeah, that's right - hugs are an obvious no-no.
She understood what he said when trapping another bladed weapon between the arm and the weapon wasn't allowed, or, would it be better to say that he wouldn't allow it? She gave a nod, signaling that she understood, before waiting until she was sure he was ready so it wouldn't be a "cheap" shot. She would then launch her body forward, not entirely sure what she was doing, or if she'd even ever really use a knife one day, but she would be sure to keep away from his knife and would attempt to slash in an angle from his right upper shoulder down to his left lower waist.
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Post by valekin on Apr 2, 2007 13:23:44 GMT -8
He parried with the weapon. Slapping it away with his knife in his right hand, and stepping forward to drag the back of the tip of the blade in a horizontal motion across her throat. He was moving much faster now. The demonstration was over. The best way to learn how to fight with a knife is not through instruction, but through sparring. You figure out what works then.
This attack brought him into fast spin which he ducked into and shot a leg out to take hers out from under her. She'd have to learn to use foresight when fighting an enemy. It was important, it was how you stayed alive. You couldn't always rely on reaction time. It gets slow after a while. Near the end of his spin he'd return to a standing position, just in time that if her knife came back to hit him; he'd be ready to put it out of the way.
"Be careful, when you fight someone with a knife, there is always the added danger level. Even if you have one of your own. This is the best way to learn how to use this kind of weapon. Through practice."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Apr 3, 2007 16:46:01 GMT -8
Hm... Seems like she needs more work in handling knives. Holding the bendable-rubbery weapon tightly in her hand, she stepped back a bit from Teacher, giving the two some space. Switching the knife onto her left hand, she kept a firm grip on the handle, before looking back up at Teacher, as if waiting for any kind of sign that it's okay to attack again. Once the sign was given, she'd rush him - instead of attacking blindly, she actually had somewhat of a plan sorted out. Not a good one, seeing that Mitsuki was never one to take the initiative, but a plan none the less.
Too bad she wasn't allowed to throw the knife...
Too bad she wasn't allowed to hold the knife a different way...
At least, she thought she wasn't allowed to.
Fake, under, thrust, slide up.[/color]
That was her plan; fake a move at his mid-chest. She wasn't going to make it obvious that it was going to be a fake either; it all depended on what he would do. If he thought it was a fake, she'd push the knife and drag it up without stopping; if he didn't think it was a fake, and acted accordingly, she would immediately pull back, step to the side, thrust the knife against his lower chest, and slide up.
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