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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 12, 2007 19:58:57 GMT -8
He...caught her leg?
Mitsuki's mind would've blanked out for a moment there, seeing as the next thing she knew, she was already lifted up into the air and being tossed to the ground. Instinctively, she pulled her hands in front of her and landed on them momentarily, before going into a roll and back on her feet. She really shouldn't space out like that...could cost her her life if she were in serious fight... Surely Teacher wouldn't kill her? Er..hopefully, he wouldn't.
"Yes, and one being your name."
Muttered quietly, before rushing in towards him to attack, right hand cocking back as if she were going to send a hook.
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Post by valekin on Jul 15, 2007 14:49:29 GMT -8
"You never asked. And considering I already know what your name is Mitsuki Park."
Valekin just stood there, waiting for her to attack. He was like a wall to her. All the appearance of one that was invincible. And time after time he had proved that he was invincible. People tried to kill him, and he killed them. People tried to hurt his family, succeeded, and now have him on them, like was a full scale war.
Provided if she even threw the right hook, he'd move just one arm to catch it, his left arm. Provided he caught the fist, or hand if it opened, he'd squeeze. Only under those conditions would he actually move in that way.
If those conditions were not met, he'd remain still. Until the last possible moment. Then riposte and strike. It was still her turn. And when she made her move, he'd make his.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 16, 2007 20:11:40 GMT -8
Right arm that looked like a hook was a fake. Left arm came in to palm him right under his neck, until last minute, whereas that happened to be fake as well. Left foot would bring up to slam the side of his hip bone, while at the same time, right hand would go forward to ram into the left side of his neck, her right.
All in all, Mitsuki didn't really want to know his name, simply because it kept things more...interesting? There would be times when Mitsuki would try to figure out his name, and his past information...but she had a feeling that she'd figure out his name naturally, without sneaking around or asking people. It was just a...vibe?
Edit: OOC: ...half awake as I posted this..if my attack is confusing, please let me know.
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Post by valekin on Jul 17, 2007 8:21:12 GMT -8
"You don't NEED to know my name."
Hye ha ha ha!!
A slight sidestep avoided the kick to his hip. His right hand jolted to meet the fingers of the hand that went to struck his neck. The other hand, bolted to hit her right in the stomach. An underhanded hook. Feigns, he had seen them all before. She must not have been using them very well, because hers were too easy to read. She had taken too long with her first pair, and provided what he needed to hit her.
Whether or not he grabbed her strike, or he even hit her, he'd duck out towards his right. Too close to actually kick, to low to bring a horizontal attack, and most likely too quick to be struck by a vertical attack. This quick slide gave him an opportunity again. Using the same fist, he'd strike at her left kidney from the front, using his movement to multiply the normal force.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 29, 2007 15:21:02 GMT -8
...though I never said I wanted to know it.
She was, by now, expecting her attacks to miss. He was way too fast for her liking, as she only dreamed of being that fast. Okay. Maybe she has been that fast - with the help of her qi - but with out it... Well, yeah. She's not really all that fast.
Her left hand which was now a fist aimed to strike him at the side of his cheek, probably at the same time when his hand bolted to stike her in the stomach. In the back of her mind, she was screaming for distance, but her legs wouldn't budge and she took in the attacks.
Two words.
In. Pain.
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Ouch..
Her body twisted to move out of the way, making his strike (that was aimed toward her kidney) a little off. Instinctively she would've jumped away and moved back a couple steps, arm wrapping around her stomach, wincing in pain. She was getting tired, and for once, it seemed that Mitsuki was lacking stamina.
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Post by valekin on Aug 2, 2007 19:04:41 GMT -8
"Are you getting tired? Getting hurt? Is the school captain finally getting worn down, finally met your match? Hmm? You can't keep up with me can you?"
It's like his energy was endless. Valekin knew how to conserve himself, pace himself. Limit his own output and still cause damage using what he had around him. He had ducked away, and started circling her again, knees a little bent. Hands in a grappling position. Situated just shoulder length apart, fingers curled. Those claws looked like they could tear the limbs off of a bison. What terror they caused.
"This... is called trash talking. I'm sure you've heard it before. The point is to set off your opponent while you remain cool and collected to any come backs. Physical, or verbal."
He said, keeping a good two meters from her. Just enough room to dash, slash, and return. Without risking getting hit very hard. The most she'd be able to do, would be graze him. And that'd be just barely. That was.. if he had dashed, slashed, and returned. He had, as said previously, remained in the circling motion, at two meters.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 17, 2007 17:48:13 GMT -8
Deep breath as she relaxed herself; it was not easy to piss Mitsuki off in a fight, as she kept all her focus on the fight itself. Though with Teacher, it was slightly different; her mind wavered, which wasn't a good thing. As he was her teacher, she didn't think he would do any real damage, so that it was okay for her not to work as hard as she would...though it seemed that he was holding back his abilities, as he surely was capable of breaking a limb or two, or four. Bad mistake on her part. Even though she was taught not to underestimate people...
Hands clenched and unclenched themselves, her brown orbs keeping themselves on Teacher, as if anticipating his attack. As he walked around her in circles, her body would turn ever so slowly in the same direction.
She could do this.
If she turned unconscious now....would he be disappointed in the fact that she was so..easy to beat?
So no.
Not giving up now, or ever. Still had to show 'Teacher' the other things she learned, whether it be from him or someone else.
She had to take her time with him, as he wasn't one of those people who she could get rid of in a matter of minutes. No... Sensei was her sensei for a reason.
She knew that this very fight, she would not be able to win...but in time.
In time..
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Post by valekin on Aug 17, 2007 18:04:33 GMT -8
"Are you getting angry? Is your mind swaying from it's focus? Are you losing your train of thought?"
He could see her clench and unclench her fists. It showed that she was struggling with herself. The trash talking was working, he'd need to teach her to be a little more detached during a fight. If she was responding to his talking like that, it didn't matter who else it was. IF he could get to her, someone else could.
"Control your emotions Mitsuki. If you can't control them, they will control you. You do not want to go into a fight without control. Yes, emotions are necessary for a fight, for they allow you to use your instincts. But your intellect must keep them in check. This is why this is training."
He said, changing the direction of his circle, with a quick dash to the opposite direction with one leg. Repelling off the ground to land a meter away with the opposite leg, then bounding forth off that leg, then sliding in, using all the agility that God granted him to take her legs from under her in the sliding kick. This was a simple attack. He let her see it coming, to see if she could counter it quickly enough to save her own ass.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 19, 2007 18:19:50 GMT -8
Eye arching slightly, as she was sure she had her emotions in check. Those were the least of her problems, or so she thought. Anger? Something she rarely felt, and it was difficult to get her angry as well. So why was she clenching and unclenching her fist? If Sensei attacked and she had to block, her hand would change to a fist; if she had to catch, it would unclench and she would try to do so. In no way was she frustrated that she couldn't hit him; no, more like slightly amazed, as there were rarely many people who could avoid her. Her body movements mimicked his moves until he suddenly went the opposite way - something she was waiting for to happen - and as soon as he dropped toward the ground, her immediate assumption was to jump, which is what she did.
Why? Because that was something Mitsuki did often; the slide kick, so she knew what one looked like.
She didn't jump very high, mind you, just to avoid his kick, and she when she lands, she would hopefully slam her heel into his shin, her right and left arms would swing in a downward motion, palms facing forward, waiting.
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Post by valekin on Aug 24, 2007 15:08:53 GMT -8
"Good."
He said as she came down towards his legs. He planted a hand on the ground flipping his body to face the ground as he slid, then pushed as he moved, now in this new perspective; backwards. This boosted his speed, and he narrowly avoided her landing on his head even. Sure, she aimed for his shins, but he went through faster, and put the rest of him at risk.
He rose to his feet, and slashed at her back at top speed. Even if she turned to face him as he narrowly avoided her, the claws would still slash. He expected her to turn, he expected her to retaliate against his claws. Though he knew she was getting tired, she only avoided that last attack because of luck, she saw him coming. Because he let her see him coming.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 14, 2007 16:03:28 GMT -8
By the time he rose to his feet - as that would take a lot longer than her left arm to swing in front of her, since her arm was already in motion, using her elbow to lift ever so slightly and pushing forward with her shoulder - her left arm would already be slightly in front of her by the time he slashed, her right arm moving symmetrically only .5 seconds faster than her left, so that her right arm would cross the front of her body, just slightly underneath her left arm to grab onto the wrist that shot forward. Teacher was right about one thing; she turned to face him, though that was not all; in the process of moving her arms, her body shifted slightly so that it was turning the whole time her arms were moving. Right leg would pull up as she easily balanced herself on her leg, knee slightly bent, and aim a solid snap kick toward his shins once again.
Although getting tired, she still had a bit of stamina left, especially with her adrenaline pumping in her veins. Fight 'til the very end, as Reita would've said. No one can get used to pushing their limits, and Mitsuki was no exception. Reita often made her train until she passed out - unwillingly. She would only stop if Sensei said so, whether it be physically, or verbally.
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Post by valekin on Sept 15, 2007 16:30:00 GMT -8
Funny thing about an arching slash, one singular adjustment, and you can totally fuck up, or completely eviscerate the enemy. His fingers adjusted, and so did his arm, pulling it back a tad. This would put the arch right through her palm. The fingers curled slightly, so he wouldn't completely cut through her hand, and deprive her from that one's use for the rest of her life.
"Ha! Nice try!"
As for the kick that came towards his shin, he made the appropriate movement. That particular leg sprawled, and then came down to land on the otherside of the leg that kicked at him. His free hand went to the thigh of the kicking leg, this entire movement would put her leg between his, and have it pinned. With the free clawed hand to move to her thigh, if that got there, he'd cut it open, on the outside luckily. The outside of the thigh did not have that wonderful artery with the name of femoral.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Oct 9, 2007 19:28:03 GMT -8
Palm was pierced, theigh was cut. It took a while for the pain to come, but when it did, boy did it hurt. The pain seered through her entire body, crawling up her spine and clenching her throat, a scream caught back, unable to let go. She was slightly glad though, that it was her right palm instead of her left, as playing the violin would be entirely impossible, especially with an upcoming recital in a couple of days, if not in a week. She stopped entirely, tempted to continue to attack him, her mind screaming at her to continue as if he were an actual enemy; but he was her teacher, so she knew he wouldn't kill her, right?
The blood dripped down her wrist and dripped at her elbow. This feeling was entirely new to her; never had she felt so much pain in her life. Never had she bled so much, never had she been defeated so easily...
But there's always a first for everything, eh?
Eyes blinked a couple of times, trying to keep herself steady on the leg that wasn't injured, though at the same time trying not to grab onto Sensei to help her balance. She knew when it was time for her to give up, though did Sensei want to continue?
Exhaustion veiled her eyes as she tiredly blinked up at him. How long has she been standing in front of him?
Face had paled slightly, though in the dark it was kind of hard to tell.
Her lips were apart to speak but...no words came out. The only thing registering in her head now, was the pain she was feeling.
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Post by valekin on Oct 11, 2007 18:29:58 GMT -8
He let go of her, and waited for her to collapse on her own, and pass out. From there she'd come to in a room in a comfortable bed, under bright light. The clink of metal on metal would probably be barely audible to her as she would come to. Though that was to be expected, when one is knocked unconscious, and begins to wake, their senses are distorted.
"I see you're awake. I once pulled shrapnel out of a man's left lung and liver, stitched him up. He lived for six days, and was killed in combat from a gunshot wound to the head."
It was Valekin's voice, along with a completely random tidbit.
"You did... well. I put twenty six stitches in your palm, and thirty eight in your thigh, the cut on your face has been liquid sealed. That won't scar. The others will, but those will fade in time. You lost a bit of blood, luckily I had your type on file and acquired matching plasma. They weren't life threatening injuries, but they were potentially life altering. So you must understand that I took action without your consent to save your quality of life, and the usefulness of your body."
He paused. The room had no windows, but it was clean, and smelled of disinfectant and ozone. Like it had been irradiated before she took residence.
"You were unconscious for fourteen hours."
He paused again.
"In retrospect, you would have died of blood loss if I were an actual enemy, and not of the actual injuries. Avoid completely isolated engagements. Any questions?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Oct 13, 2007 8:59:48 GMT -8
Her eyes remained closed for the time being, brows furrowed at the fact that...this wasn't her bed. Popping open her eyes - which seemed to be a bad idea, due to the bright light that was...well, right above her - she felt a bit dizzy, like the room was spinning, but it was not too long after that she heard a familiar voice, which sent a bit of relief in her mind, as she then remembered what happened the night before. The training.
Well, it seemed that her mentality was functioning, though she wasn't sure about her physical being. With her uninjured hand, she pulled herself up into a sitting position, realizing that she was still quite tired, not to mention lacking a bit of energy and strength.
She nodded in thanks for him saving her, only because she didn't know what else to do. What would she say? 'Thanks for saving me even though you're the one who caused these injuries in the first place?' Yeah, right.
Though she did have a question.
"...what now?"
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