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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 3, 2013 11:18:46 GMT -8
Marcus would extend his hands to the side in a 'be my guest' gesture before falling in step. He didn't mind slow. Slow let you ferret out mistakes in your technique, though it would mean more complicated moves would have to rely more on muscle power than momentum to complete.
Comming to the partition, Marcus would simply hop towards it, plant his right foot on the lip of the top and lean his center of mass forward until he was balanced crouched upon it on one leg. He would then pull in his back leg, tuck it under his chest and extend it forward, rolling himself forward off of his right foot until his left foot touched the ground allowing him to continue in almost one long unbroken stride.
He would stay silent. A persons 'path' was born of their own creativity. An expression of themselves. By allowing Lucien to lead, Marcus could observe how far the lad truely had come by analyzing his path.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Oct 4, 2013 21:30:06 GMT -8
Lucien's mind was blank, not nervous, not judging, not giving any thought to how he was performing in his commanders' eye. He was free running, his mind open and creative and spontaneous.
His trajectory took him to the base of a one storey brick building. Hopping up and hitching his foot into the well of a nearby window, he reached his arms up to the edge of the flat roof, hoisting himself up and swinging his legs up the opposite side, touching down on the roof with a soft pat of feet.
Judging by his trajectory, Lucien surmised that he would be hopping off the roof on to the top of a shed, with about 3 feet of clearance between the two.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 8, 2013 12:29:55 GMT -8
The flow was strong in this one.
There was confidence in the younger mans movements. A fluidity and grace that came from reaching the almost zenlike state of flow, where the consious mind stepped aside and allowed instict to guide the body.
Instead of the window sill, Marcus hopped up from the wall itself, swinging his legs over and moving quickly along the rooftop, staying low and quiet just for fun.
The shed was going to be a problem. Lucien was fairly lighweight despite the healthy eating. Marcus' subconcious made the calculations. His 210 lbs of fighting weight just might be enough to collapse it or at the very least cause a god aweful racket if he wasn't careful.
Skipping to the left, he would drop off the roof and land into a crouch before continuing after the young pup. Wondering idley if Lucien had a set destination in mind.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Oct 11, 2013 20:43:27 GMT -8
Lucien dropped from the shed's roof, seeing Marcus land on the ground a few feet away, around the same time. That was a smart move, as the shed's single pitch roof barely supported the slim man. It would have definitely collapsed under Marcus' body mass.
The place they were now, it looked like they couldn't go straight any further. The moonlight illuminated a large concrete wall in front of them - no footholds, no siding, nothing. Even if they utilized each other, only one of them could make it over. So, Lucien decided that this was a good a time as any to just freestyle it.
"That's three. And, looks like it would be easier to not go straight..." He noted to Marcus, breathing slightly deeper than usual.
He turned to the large man. His eyebrow was raised in curiosity.
"You know, we've never run tandem before. Not side-by-side, at least."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 13, 2013 23:11:30 GMT -8
Marcus looked at the young man in surprise, a tilt of his head and a quirk of an eyebrow. It wasn't a bold request per se, The fact that Marcus tended to run at the head of the pack, and therefor generally solo, was more a matter of practicality than any sign of superiority of class or rank. Marcus simply put was faster and stronger than the other members of the Wolfpack, who were trained to work in pairs exactly FOR tandem running just to keep up with him.
Such exercises had the added benefit of building a strong bond amongst the pack.
Though he may not have realized it, Lucien was essentially asking to run alongside the man as an equal and not a subordinate and Marcus was more than willing to oblige.
"Aight."
The man replied with a half smile and a shrug.
"But....we go at MY speed now."
And with that, Marcus started the game by darting a hand out, hoping to catch Lucien by the scruff of the neck before tossing him up at the top of the wall. If everything went according to plan, Marcus would then run towards the wall, run UP it for a few steps before reaching up to grab hold of Luciens dangling legs (Assuming he had the forsight to grab hold of the roof to keep from sliding back down.)
First test. Was the lad strong enough to handle Marcus' weight as he climbed up the boys slender frame like a monkey on a vine?
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 19, 2013 22:57:44 GMT -8
Lucien smiled, excited that the man agreed to run with him. But, just as soon, he was hoisted up, and he knew the plan from here.
Grabbing on tightly to the top of the wall, he anticipated Marcus using his body as a ladder, and gripped tightly while keeping his abs secure, as to not end up totally stretched out like a gumby doll.
If Marcus continued to climb up and over the wall, Lucien would wait for him to clear it before hoisting himself up and over, going sideways as to make his body flush with the top of the wall, before dropping off of it and landing on the other side.
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