Post by David B. on Oct 1, 2009 19:45:56 GMT -8
He smiled.
Apparently, Linda needed to get around more. A guillotine was a martial arts move, and there was nothing cowardly about it. He used it to try and effectively knock the girl out, and she had retaliated with worse. He waited, his groins pain coming to a slow, dull ache as she spoke. He frowned watching her, the girl seemingly unshaken. She was obviously gifted in the ability to take punishment, so rather than try and test it out and drag the fight on to a place where she would be victor by point of length. He took a few deep, easy breaths, then almost laughed when she charged him. Perfect- he wanted her to go on the offensive, he wanted her to try and use that vast amount of energy she had deep in her body.
Her kick came up, and David moved fluidly. First of all, she was shorter than him- kicking at a target far higher than your center of mass only destrabilized your balance to an extreme, putting all your weight and momentum in your hips and lower half. He stepped inward just barely, whipping his left arm up to wrap around her leg, just barely above the ankle. At almost the exact same moment, his right fist would fire into an uppercut with all the strength his arm had to muster- not at her face, but at the side of her knee that currently face the ground, targeting the weak joint there. With her body so off its rocker, she would have a hard time retaliating, and if his fist should connect, the ACL ligiment would at the least tear, if his blow didn't crack the joints altogether.
David was adept at counters, and this he knew. It was his strong point. She was slower than him, and obviously didn't have the same finesse. She wanted brute force, and to drag this out. David would regulate his area of movement from here on out, to contrict his range and conserve energy, while she constantly went on the assalt.
Hell, IF she could continue the assault, after this blow.
Apparently, Linda needed to get around more. A guillotine was a martial arts move, and there was nothing cowardly about it. He used it to try and effectively knock the girl out, and she had retaliated with worse. He waited, his groins pain coming to a slow, dull ache as she spoke. He frowned watching her, the girl seemingly unshaken. She was obviously gifted in the ability to take punishment, so rather than try and test it out and drag the fight on to a place where she would be victor by point of length. He took a few deep, easy breaths, then almost laughed when she charged him. Perfect- he wanted her to go on the offensive, he wanted her to try and use that vast amount of energy she had deep in her body.
Her kick came up, and David moved fluidly. First of all, she was shorter than him- kicking at a target far higher than your center of mass only destrabilized your balance to an extreme, putting all your weight and momentum in your hips and lower half. He stepped inward just barely, whipping his left arm up to wrap around her leg, just barely above the ankle. At almost the exact same moment, his right fist would fire into an uppercut with all the strength his arm had to muster- not at her face, but at the side of her knee that currently face the ground, targeting the weak joint there. With her body so off its rocker, she would have a hard time retaliating, and if his fist should connect, the ACL ligiment would at the least tear, if his blow didn't crack the joints altogether.
David was adept at counters, and this he knew. It was his strong point. She was slower than him, and obviously didn't have the same finesse. She wanted brute force, and to drag this out. David would regulate his area of movement from here on out, to contrict his range and conserve energy, while she constantly went on the assalt.
Hell, IF she could continue the assault, after this blow.