Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 21, 2009 13:13:16 GMT -8
Quan had to fight. He had no choice but to. His current predicament though was not one forced upon him but one he had chosen. Yeah you see he was the one who had bumped into that kid. The one that looked like a tough guy. Of course he had made it look accidental and for all intents and purposes, it was in fact "accidental". He had given a quick apology in mandarin before being shoved by the kid. The corners of Quan's mouth had twitched ever so slightly. It was no really distinguishable but it didn't make it any less real. The tough guy, much to Quan's delight was continuing his in his direction. The obligatory circle was forming. Quan, despite the look on his face was ready. This was another chance to learn, another chance to test things out.
The kid came in close, Quan allowed it. He had wanted to try something out close range anyway. An idea he had, figuring that all the people he had seemed to fight so far hadn't been tough so if he messed up or his idea turned out not to work it wouldn't be too much of an unrecoverable failure. Well that was provided the kid wasn't going to stab him when he wasn't looking or whatever. You get the point. Well anyway what he wanted to try and see was if on a retreat he could attack as well. You know, cover his escape or whatever. He had figured, hell he was good at running away or fighting to the point of it. Maybe he could incorporate it into some sort of style. Well not to permanently run away but he had noticed two distinct things so far about fighting. Anger was your friend if you could get the opponent to be controlled by it and that predictability was bad. Quan had won a lot of his scuffles because he could easily predict what the other guy was going to do. He figured if he could combine anger, confusion and unpredictability somehow he would create some sort of winning combination. That was the theory anyways.
So as the kid threw some sort of long hook, overhand right sort of mess. Quan would dodge this in a strange way, or so it would seem. He would lean, or more appropriately throw himself back, planting his hands on the ground behind him. He would perform some sort of back handspring and as he would bring his left leg over his head to prepare for landing his right foot would plant itself into the chin of the tough guy. Continuing his handspring he would land shakily from the kick. There would be some wobbling involved, arms out to stabilize his balance. No, it wasn't exactly what you'd call pretty but it worked. Quan watched the tough guy. He wasn't exactly what you'd call out but Quan knew that he had won. The guy, stumbling forward threw one last right, which Quan rolled under it and two the left. As he came back to his feet in his crouched position he shot his right leg out kicking the guy in the shin, taking his feet right out from under him.
Quan stood up and looked down into the tough guys face. He confirmed it, "Well it wasn't pretty but it worked, though I probably shouldn't try that again."
He gave a quick look around to make sure there were no friends of the guy around and then promptly relieved the guy's wallet of his money. Hey, he had to eat too huh?
The kid came in close, Quan allowed it. He had wanted to try something out close range anyway. An idea he had, figuring that all the people he had seemed to fight so far hadn't been tough so if he messed up or his idea turned out not to work it wouldn't be too much of an unrecoverable failure. Well that was provided the kid wasn't going to stab him when he wasn't looking or whatever. You get the point. Well anyway what he wanted to try and see was if on a retreat he could attack as well. You know, cover his escape or whatever. He had figured, hell he was good at running away or fighting to the point of it. Maybe he could incorporate it into some sort of style. Well not to permanently run away but he had noticed two distinct things so far about fighting. Anger was your friend if you could get the opponent to be controlled by it and that predictability was bad. Quan had won a lot of his scuffles because he could easily predict what the other guy was going to do. He figured if he could combine anger, confusion and unpredictability somehow he would create some sort of winning combination. That was the theory anyways.
So as the kid threw some sort of long hook, overhand right sort of mess. Quan would dodge this in a strange way, or so it would seem. He would lean, or more appropriately throw himself back, planting his hands on the ground behind him. He would perform some sort of back handspring and as he would bring his left leg over his head to prepare for landing his right foot would plant itself into the chin of the tough guy. Continuing his handspring he would land shakily from the kick. There would be some wobbling involved, arms out to stabilize his balance. No, it wasn't exactly what you'd call pretty but it worked. Quan watched the tough guy. He wasn't exactly what you'd call out but Quan knew that he had won. The guy, stumbling forward threw one last right, which Quan rolled under it and two the left. As he came back to his feet in his crouched position he shot his right leg out kicking the guy in the shin, taking his feet right out from under him.
Quan stood up and looked down into the tough guys face. He confirmed it, "Well it wasn't pretty but it worked, though I probably shouldn't try that again."
He gave a quick look around to make sure there were no friends of the guy around and then promptly relieved the guy's wallet of his money. Hey, he had to eat too huh?