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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 24, 2013 21:13:55 GMT -8
Another training day.
Mitsuki was fully geared. Her eyes were closed when they flashed a silver color- she wasn't sure how today would go, but as far as she knew, she would be going all out. And with how he didn't hold back toward the latter half of their training the other day, well...
Her eyes flickered.
They were in the Gods territory. Different setting and in an open area, where they wouldn't accidentally destroy important stuffs.
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Post by David B. on Mar 24, 2013 22:16:58 GMT -8
David rubbing his wrists as he approached, taking a deep breath, items and weights all on and applied.
"Kira is still playing with the other girls, and I pulled some guards from the Gods just in case. We should be good for a while."
He would stretch a moment before cracking his knuckles.
"I expect you already warmed up. No special rules- just fight and train."
He would start forward, bringing his left hand back near his chin, right hand a little forward. Once close enough he would snap his left fist into a "testing" jab, to see what Mitsuki did with it.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2013 9:22:11 GMT -8
Strength: 57
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 67
Intelligence: 54
Wisdom: 40*2.5=100+(10-3)=107
Charisma: 65
She would waste no time. Since their last training session, she had improved significantly in almost all areas- and she would show him...perhaps not right off the bat, but he would at least know.
His jab was easily foreseeable. If she wasn't so humbled in their previous fight, she would have been offended at how he first approached her. Regardless, the jab would have been blocked with her right arm by knocking it out from the inside...except her wrist would have snapped down onto his. It was a gamble- if she could hold onto him, it meant he could also hold onto her.
But...in the meantime, she would pull on his arm to bring him closer, her left hand in a claw like formation to jam it right below his right ribcage.
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Post by David B. on Mar 25, 2013 10:29:07 GMT -8
David didn't smile, or offer her tips. For now, he was wanting to familiarize her with combat, continue to reopen her mind to hitting and hurting other people. Not avoiding the grip on his wrist, he would accomodate her grip and pull, bending the held arm at the elbow as he stepped inward. Her hand blowing up in a claw was not unexpected- generally, you followed up a grip with an attack with the free arm. Bringing him inward while attack significantly reduced the odds of hand to hand combat.
So, he would lash out with his left, aiming to grasp the top of Mitsuki's forearm, the claw likely landing and, if she pursued it, may take skin with the attack. The point of his grip and bending the elbow of the arm she held?
He stepped forward and threw his head forward in an attempted headbutt, aiming for her forhead if only to stun her- he didn't aim for the nose or mouth, as he didn't want break bones or knock out teeth- if he was able to stun her, he would release his grip on her forearm and, assuming she release his right hand, would bring both hands behind her head and start bringing up knees, moving left and right to destabilize her balance.
Stats for David:
Strength: 102
Dexterity: 74
Constitution: 76
Intelligence: 80
Wisdom: 96
Charisma: 86
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2013 10:41:17 GMT -8
Damnit, some men were just inhumanely strong. His grip held her in place and her plan backfired when he pulled her forward. Oh well.
Although her attack had landed, she would not be tearing off any sort of skin. She would avoid bloodshed if she could. Her feet moved accordingly when she was tugged in his direction, but as she moved her body would drop closer to the ground. No doubt if David wanted to keep her up, he could- her body weight and pull was probably something easily avoidable.
But David would feel a low grade electrical pulse swarming from where her hands were in direct contact with him before hitting the rest of his body.
No special rules.
For the first time since the attack, Mitsuki Park was showing off her Qi.
Familiar?
Strength: 57+3=60
Dexterity: 50+3=53
Constitution: 67
Intelligence: 54-5=49
Wisdom: 40*2.5=100+(10-3)=107
Charisma: 65-5=60
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Post by David B. on Mar 25, 2013 10:56:43 GMT -8
David's eyes went wide, letting out an " AUGH!" As his hands felt a shot of electricity, he would let both hjs grips go, immediately. Qi? Right...copycat. He remembered she had stolen his so long ago. He would not skip a beat- too many fights. Too many battles had stripped the unexpected from shocking him into inaction. As he released his grip and she lowered himself, he would push forward. Kicking forward sharply, he would aim a front snap kick for her midsection with the aim of sending the woman flying backward. If it worked, he would jump into the air after her, sticking out his knee in the hopes of landing on her with that knee and damaging her that way- he did not use his own Qi in response, using his superior physical abilities to try and test her. |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2013 11:12:43 GMT -8
The only problem with his attack was although he had let go of her, she did not let go of him. Her right hand still gripped his left wrist, her left hand, which was in a claw, now grabbing his upper abdomen, her nails digging into his flesh. If he pulled away to create distance between himself and her for his snap-kick to work, she would push forward, dangerously closing the gap between the two. Because if she couldn't pull him to her, she would just pull herself to him.
A small smile would cross her lips. Had he forgotten? He was the one who taught her to use low-grade electrical impulses in her attacks so many years ago.
She would keep herself close to David to render all lower body attacks as useless...unless he physically tore Mitsuki away from him. Her clawed hand would retract, only to spring forward in another attack towards his sternum, hand in a blade.
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Post by David B. on Mar 25, 2013 11:20:25 GMT -8
David grunted as she pressed forward, both from the pain of the claw and her not giving him the space necessary to kick her- good. He was impressed- so far she was controlling the tempo, and he liked that. It told him she was adapting and growing even without his sessions. He would , after stepping back, adjust as she moved forward. He would step forward as she did, also able to easily read her movements and follow her attacks. As she stepped toward him and he stepped toward her, their bodies would be forced to about a foot apart, and at the speed and rate they were moving it would be hard to accomodate the instant changes, for both of them.
As they got close, both his hands would rise to grab both her shoulders, grinding his teeth against the electricity as he would once again pull with both arms, toward him and up, aiming for another headbutt. If she pressed forward with the strike, it would hit home, causing him to grunt as a stabbing pain racked his abdomen from the blow.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2013 11:52:13 GMT -8
Regardless on if her attack landed or not, she would be too busy trying to re-orient herself after the headbutt. She was definitely stunned...and in pain.
Upon contact, her head would tilt back (not because she wanted to, but because the force of his head against hers would push it back), a low growl emanating from her throat out of pain. The electrical pulses would stop; the point of her using the Qi was so that it would support her actions in combat, not completely take over the show. Again, David was the one who taught her to not depend on Qi- something she learned long ago...which was good. Because after Barker's parading, her Qi vanished.
She was thankful it didn't vanish completely.
She clenched her jaw, still in pain.
Her hands would grab onto his wrists when he hauled her up, more out of battle instinct than anything.
Using her upper body strength, she would pull herself up and her legs would wrap securely around his waist. Her left hand would then jab right at his throat- or somewhere around that area- to buy some time.
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Post by David B. on Mar 25, 2013 13:11:15 GMT -8
At their proximity, and judging from the angle of attack, any punch to his throat would serve as nothing more than a distraction, the hit having no real weight behind it. Perhaps that was her point- though regardless, he would grunt as she wrapped her legs around his waist, sexually to which he would respond by running forward severeal steps and aiming to slam he down on her back, hard.
He would cough once or twice from the throat hit, but would fight on nonetheless. Using his left hand on her shoulder to try and hold her down, he would bring up his right fist and attempt to punch her once or twice- one in the face and one in the ribs, depending on what her responses were.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2013 14:40:21 GMT -8
OOC: With permission from David, some things have been altered. D: If she was being slammed onto the ground, then that would mean- because her legs are still wrapped around him - that he would also be on the ground...? Upon her back slamming down, her legs would shift into a triangle hold, only from the front (because ya'know, the position they would be in was just a rittle too intimate, naw'mean). His first attack to her face would not land on her face, but instead, her wrist as it came up to block. His second, however, would land squarely into her ribs, causing the girl to grunt out in pain. She wasted no time- as soon as she blocked his first attack, she would retaliate by aiming a strike right above his adam's apple, an area called Mikazuki in pressure points. Her middle knuckle was jut out and the attack would be "light"- applying just enough force to make him jerk back and stun him, to which if her hit landed, he would feel a succession of blows right below his neck. Mitsuki was already getting exhausted. Maybe she used her Qi too early on in the fight? She was breathing heavily. It was all mental. She could push herself more. |
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Post by David B. on Mar 25, 2013 16:16:12 GMT -8
David whispered sweet nothings into the crisp morning air...wait, huh? gasped as her legs tightened into a body triangle. He was both surprised and impressed- the girl was full of surprises, and having his flow of blood and oxygen cut off by a move he implemented many times in his combative career was exciting as well. Her throat punch wouldn't have a chance to reach it's intended target, as he would lay flat against her, aiming to hook his arms under hers, to lift.
And he would do just that.
He would lift and jump, using his Qi to rocket into the air. One hundred feet. Two. Three hundred. At three hundred and fifty feet he would use his left hand to try and grab her by the throat, holding her at arms length to keep her out of reach. He would speak with difficult.
"Nice...ugh...grip. But if you don't let go and I passout...well...we both...ah...fall."
If she slackened her grip:
He would nod.
"Good- You know when to give up to survive- death serves no one. Alive, you have a chance at freedom. Now- I want you to take my Qi."
Say what?
If she refused to let go:
He would bare his teeth before bringing his right arm up and then slamming his elbow down on her leg- hard, without restrain. He would follow this up by jamming his thumb into the area her thigh joined her hip- the area close to the bone, where a violent pain would rock down her left leg, trying to now force her into letting go.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2013 16:46:01 GMT -8
When they shot up into the air, she gasped- she had not expected this to happen. Her eyes flashed a brilliant silver, though he wouldn't have seen because they were closed. Her legs around her reflexively tightened, until he spoke.
This was meant strictly for training, she did not want them to both plummet into their deaths. He would find immediate release.
His next words ... had frightened her. She had already started copying his qi, but she planned on copying it without him knowing. For what reason did he want her to copy it?
...did he plan on dropping her from this height? Oh...man.
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Post by David B. on Mar 25, 2013 17:15:46 GMT -8
David would assume she was complying before he woud let her go-
She would not fall, however, and he would use one hand to hold hers so she would feel stable.
Using his ability to move the air around them, he would smirk and gesture. He has a slight black glow around himself, moving in the currents. Around Mitsuki, another slightly lighter glow would be around her, but indicated he held her as well.
"Feel the currents. See how I manipulate them, how I can feel every twitch to the air? Every movement and adjustment to the air around me is minute. While your body absorbs the energy, learn how it's used. It doesn't take much energy to hold myself. I can do it for who knows how long. You and me? Forty minutes, if we stay within fifteen feet of each other. Three of us? Ten minutes, fifteen feet. As you grow stronger you will be able to reach those times."
He would lift them up and down- it was almost perfect, in a way, as she would not have the black glow when she copied it. Hers would be invisible. So her being able to see clearly how he manipulated it should help in her own research.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Mar 25, 2013 17:27:13 GMT -8
He was...almost asking too much from her. The last time they trained with Qi, she had been able to use more than one at a time. She could no longer do the same; and, if he hadn't noticed before he would notice now the clear exhaustion that reigned her body. Her complexion was pale, eyes heavy- sleep...was an unfortunate consequence of her overusing her Qi. Also the reason why, after using it, she sleeps for days without end. "...wait, I can't--" She was still copying his Qi. Not only that, but her body was going through heavy changes- from using Leon's Qi and shifting into a different gear by adjusting to copy David's. The cool breeze was soothing...lulling her, beckoning her to sleep. Her fingers would twitch tighter around his hand. She shook her head, closing her eyes briefly. Copying complete. She felt a surge of energy in her core. Her eyes opened, suddenly sharp- alert- but it was short lived. She was still exhausted. Her pupils narrowed at the sight of David's qi, just then noticing the black outline. ..but at his instruction, she would have the most difficult time following. "David--" Her voice was quiet; lost in the wind. Her eyelids would go heavy again; what little energy she had left in her...she was fighting to keep awake. The physical exertion, coupled with the changing of Qi's, was almost too much to bear. |
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