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Post by Blake Oleander on Feb 13, 2018 18:43:34 GMT -8
Her expectations were accurate! Blake didn't really intend to stop until she disarms the knife from him. Or until she passes out. Her enemies won't go easy on her, he saw no reason to treat her like glass. So he'd bring the knife back into position and narrow his eyes.
"Keep your eyes on me. Anticipate my movements. Now again!"
And he'd strike out at her once more!
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Bailey Oleander
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Post by Bailey Oleander on Feb 13, 2018 18:57:03 GMT -8
Sucking in a breath, Bailey tightened her grip on her escrima stick, keeping her eyes on her opponent. Like before, he swung the knife at her, and again she raised her arm, this time raising her hand to block it. Hastily bringing one foot forward to keep from stumbling, she'd bring try to bring the stick along his upper arm above the elbow.
Which when she looked to see if she'd actually disarmed him, half expecting to see she'd failed.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Feb 14, 2018 17:43:11 GMT -8
She did well to bring her arm up and stop the knife strike, and the blow landed on his arm as he had instructed, but she had failed to follow through with her weapon to knock it out of his hand. He'd click his tongue and hook a leg behind hers before pushing back to trip her. He'd not follow up with anything after that.
"You need to commit. You lost your moment after the strike when you did not follow up. Your enemy will not wait for you."
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Bailey Oleander
Citizen of Aurora
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Just Bailey doing Bailey things
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Post by Bailey Oleander on Feb 14, 2018 18:53:16 GMT -8
The air rushed out of her lungs in a silent whoosh as Bailey landed on the ground, the singing of her tailbone jarring up her spine as Blake's words rang in her ears. Better, but not good enough. She needed to commit.
Huffing softly, she pushed herself up, brushing herself off with one hand as she went back to her previous position. She tried to see what Blake was describing to her, how she needed to not only strike the limb, but remove the knife, and added threat. When he came at her again again, she'd try again, striking at his arm and aiming to knock the knife out of his grasp with the stick.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Feb 14, 2018 19:05:18 GMT -8
This time she succeeded. Striking his arm and then flicking the stick to hit the knife out of his grip while the nerves in his arm were deadened. The wooden knife would clatter to the ground and Blake would give a small nod. Took her long enough, but she got the concept.
"Your homework is to practice that. Tomorrow we work on something new."
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