Shadows of Meditation [Mathew]

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie was sitting, quiet and at peace, but with an odd sort of anticipation brewing inside of her. Her limit was up. For now, she just enjoyed the high morning sun.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew came up behind Kiyr, as quite as he could and punched her in the back of the skull.

[Kyrie Blaze]

There wasn't really any real warning, perhaps many little ones, but nothing so obvious as Mathew making a sound. Just a trigger of instinct, and this time, she knew, unlike her dash for the tear shaped candy she now had in her possession.

She jerked her upper body to the side, her eyes opening.

"Master."

It may have been a guess. It didn't sound like it.

[Mathew Amtrum]

"Oh hell no!"

His foot would push forward to send a vibration through the ground and a pillar of earth would shoot up. Right under her ass!

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon was atop a near by building watching, recording with his helmet for later use.

"Tricksy Little Hobbits must have eyes on the back of her hair."

[Kyrie Blaze]

The tremour was felt, but there was little to nothing she could do; up she went, with a surprised yelp..!

"Conna--!"

She tumbled off to the side as quickly as she was able and rolled back into a sitting position. She winced, but shut her eyes.

[Mathew Amtrum]

And Mathew would follow through by moving forward, leaping slightly in to the air to bring his foot colliding against her jaw.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Perhaps she wasn't that brave. Her eyes opened a crack, then were flung wide open. She went flying - rag-doll style - landed, rolled and spun, lip split and bleeding. She flipped off of her shoulder with a cough, landing in a crouch.

Despite her eyes being open, she attempted to center herself once again. Slow, deep breathing despite the frantic pace of her heart.

[Mathew Amtrum]

And Mathew's arms shot forward, tendrils of stone shooting out. If she wasn't quick then she would find them wrapped around her neck. And if that happened they would start to squeeze.

"You won't get time to meditate on the field. Fight me, and focus."

[Kyrie Blaze]

Fight him. Focus.

Fair enough.

She dove out of the way of the tendrils, not bothering to waste time on nodding. Her eyes narrowed, gaze sharpening to aid her perception. It wasn't tunnel vision, per se, but she took this like she did every other tense situation.

She moved, trying to be spatially aware as she swept a glance over Mathew. Covered in stone?

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was not covered in stone. He wasn't even in his combat gear. It was a rare sight. Jeans and a t shirt.

The tendrils turned in to thin flat blades and he brought his arms together to try and slice her up!

[Kyrie Blaze]

There was no way she was getting cut in half.

She ducked, rolled, sprang to her feet once she was clear, and so long as she was able, set herself to come directly up to him after rolling back into line, one foot lifting as she jumped, planting into his stomach to use his strength like a wall, her other foot lifting to kick him beneath the jaw, the momentum despite the blow allowing her to flip over as she pushed off his stomach, twisting her momentum to send her off at a diagonal and away from the potential earth blades.

She rolled off her shoulder, came back up to her feet.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew took a step back to steady himself as his jaw came back down. The move was good. She was an agile fighter. Made him think a little bit of Bastille. That was good. Maybe she could learn something from Bastille to help her with her combat style.

"Good, but you can't just keep fighting me. You will lose. Try and focus your mind in to that meditative state while fighting. Feel for an energy inside you. A reservoir of strength."

He lurched forward, slamming his foot and the ground trembled. The blades retracted and hid along his arms again. Pressed flat against his skin and round. Like a snake coiling up his arm.

[Kyrie Blaze]

There was no nod, once again. But she heard and listened, and tried to adjust her focus, spreading her legs to keep her balance during the tremours, noting the way the blades retracted. Her hands fisted, drawing a chunk of rock up into her palm.

She didn't trust that he wouldn't use them, though.

A calm within the storm.

She knew she would lose. She may not always lose to him in the future, if she survived, but, for now, she could only lose. Even knowing that, however, she wasn't about to roll over. In a fight, she was expected to fight.

A shadow passed over the sun. Something shifted, but it wasn't enough. She wasn't there yet. And she figured that it wouldn't be this time...but she was damn well going to try. She wasn't about to be beaten by a challenge. And she never would be, so long as she continued to try.

She darted forwards, sweeping to the side at the last moment and pulling a move that was a hybrid of what she had done in teh underground facility, and with Leon. She dove in a roll, but instead of fully completing it, she halted her momentum and reversed it using her arms and hands as a brace against the ground, kicking out with her legs and then quickly retracting them, pushing up off her arms with a twist to come up to her feet in one smooth motion.

She stared down at her shadow as the sun was freed from the clouds, meanwhile.

Something stirred.

She was back on her feet, and it was gone.

Again.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He grinned with her movement. It was very similar to a move that he liked to do. His somersault donkey kick. Though she moved to head to his back. He shifted to avoid her blow, pivoting on his right foot to send a snap kick at Kiyr before she could get back to her feet.

But she was a tricky little hobbit. So who knew what would happen.