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Post by David B. on Mar 13, 2013 0:03:41 GMT -8
Davids fist would collide with her protection- but he didn't stop, his other hand coming up to attempt a slip over her right shoulder and behind her head, hopefully gripping her hair before his right fist would come back up and throw for her face.
If she didnt block or froze up, his fist would turn into a relaxed and open palm before impact, giving very little if any damage. He would then release her hair and push with his hand that would be palming her face, hopefully sending her stumbling backward into the large air conditioner.
Then he would jump forward and kick her in the chest. Assuming, of course , the previous things happened according to assumption.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 0:19:58 GMT -8
Attack, after attack, after attack, after attack.
She remembered- this was how she fought back in PHS #259; when she fought against Hades with the help of "Thrush"; when she reclaimed her title, fighting both Gabriel and Kazuya; whenwhenwhen.
No time for the past.
But it felt damn good to be getting back into the groove of things.
She felt a grip against the back of her head; rough. His next move was predictable; grabbing her head meant she wouldn't be able to move, so naturally, both her arms would instinctively pull up into an 'X' formation, her wrists taking the blunt of the force. Her head was released, and a solid push against her arms sent her stumbling against the large air conditioner, where her back crashed with a solid 'thud'.
When he leaped, leg extended, she was faced with two options: one, step to the side and have him miss entirely, to which - if she were allowed to attack back - would give her opportunities to be on the offensive...or two, stay put and block the leg like she was supposed to. The force of his attacks against her wrists would probably fracture them if he didn't hold back.
She stayed put, pupils narrowing. Before impact, she would jump high enough so that his foot, rather than hitting her chest, would more be aimed at her mid-torso...where her gloved hands were, awaiting impact. If landed in her hands, the force of his foot against her would push her back against the air conditioner, to which she would use to her advantage by exerting force on her arms to push him back (from his foot) and away.
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Post by David B. on Mar 13, 2013 0:33:54 GMT -8
"GOOD! Keep in mind- movement, misdirection of force, grappling to prevent assault- these can all be taken as defensive moves. Dont just absorb the damage, flow with the strikes. Now again!"
He had stumbled back a ways from her push, and would launch forward again, this time throwing a left jab followed up by the heel of his palm for her chest. His aim was to throw her back against the metal again, keep her stationary where it would be dangerous for her, just to see how she would find a way around or out of it.
He was sweaty, now, his body getting a very solid workup following those pushups. He hoped to see the same from her- after all, training was meant to make you harried. He was glad to be doing this- teaching her. It would help him out too, after all!
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 0:41:58 GMT -8
...uh, if he was just starting to sweat, she was already panting for breath, exhaustion wearing her down.
She landed back onto her feet, planning on moving away from this 'wall' until he launched at her again. The jab was easily knocked away, but his follow up attack hit its mark, square on her chest, pushing her back against the air conditioner once again.
"--ugh."
Her muscles were aching.
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Post by David B. on Mar 13, 2013 0:50:59 GMT -8
David noticed her fatigue, but didn't slow down.
"Come on, Former Captain! Show me why you were up top! Full attack and defense, NOW."
He would drop low and kick upward for her stomach, aiming to send her back into the wall again. He would follow this by spinning quickly as he stood, throwing out his right arm for a spinning backfist.
If either of those backfired, he would take whatever she gave as it came. Time for her to push beyond the bring and make him understand how to push her further.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 1:05:31 GMT -8
He gave her permission.
When he dropped, she would side step. When his foot extended, her jaw would clench as she made a move by turning her body inward, her side then facing him, to get out of the way, his foot harshly grazing against her stomach. A hiss.
Her right hand...would clasp onto his leg and pull, while her left would do the opposite; a punch, straight into the side of his knee.
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Post by David B. on Mar 13, 2013 1:15:36 GMT -8
Quick to retaliate, aiming for a soft spot. Good. Her hand would grasp him easily, David planting his hand on the ground and throwing his other leg up and over the one she held- aiming a harsh and poweful kick for her jaw.
If she happened to follow through with the punch despite this, it would hit his knee with a dull thud, causing instant pain to leech up his leg. Still, he would have the last laugh as following through with the punch would mean it would be unlikely she would be able to stop his kick.
OOC: Stats are now at full.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 1:35:35 GMT -8
OOC: HOW DARE YOU GO FULL STATS! -THWAPS-
The instant his leg felt heavy, she knew. But at that point, he was too fast; the most she could do was block, but even that she wouldn't be able to do properly. Her left arm never approached his knee because it would move to defend herself...
"Ugh--"
From the force, her body would slam harshly against the AC, making a dent. If he didn't break or fracture her arm...the tissues would at least be severely bruised. Not just from his kick, but from her collision to the metal.
Was she allowed to tap out?
"David-" she gasped, mostly due to the pain, "Stop."
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Post by David B. on Mar 13, 2013 1:44:39 GMT -8
David would instantly stand and punch a hole-
-Clean through the metal vent. He would take several deep breaths before removing his fist. His knuckles would be bleeding a little as he took her damaged arm lightly and looked into her eyes. Removing a small fruit from his pocket, he would press it against the palm of her hand.
"Eat this. Heal up. We'll be training again soon, obviously. And with what I have in mind you need to get much stronger. I WILL make that happen."
A smile.
"Pretty soon you'll be kickin' my ass. Promise."
He would turn around and pick up his water bottle before taking a long drink from it, removing his shirt to reveal the weights and a sheen of sweat.
"Shower- you or me first?"
OOC: -1 Candy Tear: This candy is a light blue, and in the shape of a tear drop. It can easily be consumed in a single bite and seems to almost melt in the ingesters mouth. This candy can heal most minor wounds from cuts, and bruises, to concussions or internal bleeding. Muscles will even mend themselves after ingesting. Heals small wounds up to ripped muscles. +5 Con For thread ingested in.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 1:52:02 GMT -8
Her eyes caught his movement of his hand- Oh sh*t. WHAM. Straight into the metal. Despite his light touch to her arm, she winced. A small object was placed in her hand, and she followed his instructions. Popped the little candy into her mouth and as soon as it hit her tongue, it melted. She was pleasantly surprised. ... But not at the taste. She was a sucker for sweet things, but she was more enjoying the disappearance of pain. What the hell was this thing? "You." She would pull off her hoodie, revealing a black v-neck tee. Although the candy healed her wounds, she was still exhausted. She would move back into the apartment to stretch herself out, else she'd be grossly sore for the next couple of days. |
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Post by David B. on Mar 13, 2013 2:02:37 GMT -8
He nodded, turning his back to her as she removed his sweater. He grabbed a towel from a shelf, heading into the bathroom and closing the door. the shower had no curtain, instead opting for a clear glass door. Not that it really mattered- there was another bathroom with no shower, just a toilet, so they could use it.
He stripped, carefully setting down his weights so they didn't break stuff. He flipped the water on cold before hopping in, sighing at the arctic-seeming temperatures hitting his form. God, there was nothing quite like a cold one after a workout. After about ten minutes, a good shampoo and lathering, David stepped from the shower and dried himself off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he would lift his clothes before heading back out into the bedroom, leaving his 1600lbs of weights to sit on the floor, opting to get them after. He would call to Mitsuki.
"Your up, Champ. Then we do some Recon."
Waiting until she went inside the bathroom, David would remove the towel and throw on his clothes- a white Tank, some blue jeans and a pair of old sneakers. Nothing flashy or fancy- didn't want to draw attention to themselves, after all.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 13, 2013 2:15:42 GMT -8
She stretched, and she stretched, and she stretched some more.
She barely spared David a glance when he came out of the shower wrapped only in a towel. Surrounded by boys in Chicago where privacy seemed to be an issue when it came to bathrooms...heh.
When she stepped into the shower, she briefly stared at the weights. She thought about moving them...but when she tried pushing them with her foot, they wouldn't budge.
Uh..........kay.
Mitsuki was the opposite. While David may have enjoyed subzero temperatures, she loathed the cold. In the shower, the feeling of scorching water assaulting her back was heavenly. The water was soothing out the tense muscles.
She kept her shirt on. It was like washing it....kind of...
Stepping out, she wrung out her tee and slipped it back on. Still warm...but would get cold soon...buuuuut it would dry. She preferred her clothes than the ones in the closet. They were too big, anyway. She stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed. Hair was tied into a messy bun.
She hated wet hair too.
Recon.
Heh. That probably meant the gas mask was a no-no.
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Post by David B. on Mar 14, 2013 15:52:37 GMT -8
"You'll wanna leave the gas mask behind. Also- the girl will need to stay in the apartment."
He slipped by her, gripping the weight for his chest and putting it onto his bare chest. He grunted as he latched it, letting out a little sigh before putting on his arm braces. Rolling up his pant legs, he would put the last ones on his calves before taking a deep breath, assuming she had gone to inform Kira.
He would emerge from the bathroom and bedroom to the living room, where the girl had gone while they had showered. He would nod to Mitsuki.
"Let me know when you are ready."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 14, 2013 15:58:31 GMT -8
"Kira. You'll need to follow my instructions this time, do you understand?"
Mitsuki was crouched next to Kira, her eyes showing no such sort of any amusement.
"You must stay at the apartment, and we will come back."
Kira would nod her head, but Mitsuki was still...hnnh.
"Kira, promise me."
"..I promise.."
She stood up and looked over at David.
Ready.
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Post by David B. on Mar 14, 2013 16:14:28 GMT -8
He nodded and would head for the door. After Mitsuki following him out, he would touch the knob, and a grinding sound would issue from it. Now, the door could not be opened without someone busting it down. He would start at a jog, heading down the hallway for the stairs. Opening the door, he headed down, taking the steps quickly. A brush of wind against his cheek caused a twitch, at about the time they were seven floors lower. He stopped there, frowning, before looking over his shoulder back the way they came.
Then he looked up, and paled.
"Shit, they-"
An explosion crushed from above them, flames erupting down the stairs and tearing for them from above. He grabbed Mitsuki's arm and pulled her down, turning and covering her body with his. He threw out his arms and a scream, like the sound of a jet engine, could be heard. He didnt turn to look, but felt heat on his back, pieces of his shirt torn or burned.
A cyclone of air had formed above them, sucking in the flames. A few seconds of it before it was gone, revealing the sound of many footsteps thundering below them. He was gasping, sweat on his brow- the force of the explosion was not an easy thing to stop. But Barkers men must have expected it, as they were stomping up the steps in full tactical gear, heading straight for them. David turned and kicked open the seventh floor doorway, and would usher her through before turning and slamming it, following whatever direction Mitsuki happened to take from here.
'Lets hope she has a plan... Because im a little weakened already...'
OOC: David takes a -5 hit to all physical stats from explosion. New stats with weights:
Str: 97
Dex: 69
Con: 71
Others are in sidebar.
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