He reeled back slightly at the immediate deliverance two two educated shots. This girl had definitely done her homework on the human body. the first crashed into his windpipe, It wasn't a crippling shot but, a sure stunning blow. then came the second, registering like a switch. there was his friend, his motivator, and his would be mentor. Pain.plain and simple. His eyes lit up, this girl had speed. Much like Rogziel's.
Fighting Dawn would be some great training. he felt her jump from his leg and now watched her coming upon him with an elbow strike, he gave a feral grin and gave a resounding battle cry. He honed in on her as she approached, and was able to evade the oncoming blow.
His reflexes were sharpening. He managed to hook his arms right around her torso as she screamed by. He gave his legs the command to jump as high as they would allow. He released his grip at the apex of his vault, giving her a parting shot. A winding right handed hay-maker aimed right for the middle of her chest.
Teaching an old dog old tricks (open)
Having had a long relaxing bath and a few days spent in his bed, Darius felt many times better, still a fragment of his former self. He still needed the cane to walk long distances, but for the majority he could function somewhat normally.
Feeling restless, he donned a pair of jogging pants and a t shirt and went looking for the training facilities. In his hands he carried a wooden practice sword, and a portable CD player. He found the building in short time and set his player down and plugged it in. Killswitch engage screamed from its speakers
He was amazed at what the facility had inside it, nearly everything one could ask for.
He decided to start out simple. Using basic exercises to gage how far his agility had gone. He started with a jump rope first. He started slow; he could feel muscles in his calves burning after just a few repetitions. He tried to speed up, but instead fell on his face. He picked himself up and started again. He was able to hold his course for some time; he began to find his balance restoring. He increased the pace. After some more repetition, he was able to alternate jumps with one leg then another. Sweat fell in gushes from his hair and face as he kept up the seemingly feverish pace. His legs screamed for oxygen as he persevered. He locked the pain out of his mind. He visualized his prey. In the grip of a feral fury he didn't even concentrate on coordinating his hands and legs anymore, he didn't have to. Nature took over. He would continue at his present speed until his sides started burning. As he felt himself becoming increasingly depraved of oxygen, he slowed himself before stopping.
Nevermore's "The river dragon has come"Â? boomed from CD player. He took deep breaths in an effort to alleviate the fatigue in his muscles. His legs felt nearly numb. He however wasn't satisfied. Walking over to the CD player he picked up his wooden practice sword. It was nothing special, merely a wooden replica of the roman long sword he was accustomed to. He centered himself in what appeared to be a dueling ring and worked himself into a battle trance. He visualized battling his opponent, his most worthy adversary, a descendant of his own blood. Darius went into his old routines, sets of attacks and blocks he learned from his experience in martial arts. As he started the moves came slow and sloppy but became more fluid as he continued. He was still nowhere near what he was, but there was only one way to get back to that point. He was able to get familiar with the basic moves but still found difficulty in the more challenging parries and attacks. His shirt was soggy with sweat.Somewhat irritated with himself , He walked over to the drinking fountain and helped himself to a generous amount of water. Still panting from the exertion, he sat himself on the floor.
"Damn it, you fucker you are gonna pay for this."Â? He whispered to himself. Heat pumped from his body as he continued to breathe heavily.
Apollyon
17 years ago
Dawn Ratana
17 years ago
She was greatly encouraged by his enthusiastic response - where the spirit was willing, the body followed. He would be back up and running much sooner than she'd anticipated, and he'd be able to go and resolve this shit with his fucked up kid. Her first two showed more effect than she'd expected - his period of recovery was still far from over and his body was likely still knitting from all of the combined neglect and layered damage. His reflexes were much better than she'd anticipated - he was hella fast for a juggernaut. The exercise would do him good - there was no fear of death here, so the workout would only serve to stretch his boundaries and hers.
As the elbow missed, she found herself tangled in his massive arms. Unexpected, but she was slippery enough to turn it to less of a disadvantage. As he leaped into the air, she squirmed to face him and clapped him with a hard hand onto his left ear as they elevated from the ground. As the grip was released, she was prepared to go flying, but saw that there was a world of hurt heading her way. Without thinking, she twisted her hand sharply in his hair behind his ear and curled herself in toward him. Using the strength of her arm and the roots of his hair, she altered her path through the air so that the massive ham fist missed her torso and she only received a glancing blow to the hip as she released and went sailing in an entirely unexpected direction.
Compressing the muscles in her abdomen hard, she swung her legs around and managed to get a hand an a foot onto the weight bench to vault into an upright landing. She was pleased that she'd pulled that off - landing on the bar would have fucking sucked.
"HOO! Close!"
A brief self assessment caused her to realize that even the glancing shot had been pretty damn hard. If Anantya had not blessed her with the durability it had, she would have been troubled by that late in the fight. Closing more slowly this time, she watched the way he shifted his body and began studying his motions. Mobility and balance would win this more than anything else, so she sought a way to use them to best benefit.
As the elbow missed, she found herself tangled in his massive arms. Unexpected, but she was slippery enough to turn it to less of a disadvantage. As he leaped into the air, she squirmed to face him and clapped him with a hard hand onto his left ear as they elevated from the ground. As the grip was released, she was prepared to go flying, but saw that there was a world of hurt heading her way. Without thinking, she twisted her hand sharply in his hair behind his ear and curled herself in toward him. Using the strength of her arm and the roots of his hair, she altered her path through the air so that the massive ham fist missed her torso and she only received a glancing blow to the hip as she released and went sailing in an entirely unexpected direction.
Compressing the muscles in her abdomen hard, she swung her legs around and managed to get a hand an a foot onto the weight bench to vault into an upright landing. She was pleased that she'd pulled that off - landing on the bar would have fucking sucked.
"HOO! Close!"
A brief self assessment caused her to realize that even the glancing shot had been pretty damn hard. If Anantya had not blessed her with the durability it had, she would have been troubled by that late in the fight. Closing more slowly this time, she watched the way he shifted his body and began studying his motions. Mobility and balance would win this more than anything else, so she sought a way to use them to best benefit.
Apollyon
17 years ago
His blow didn't quite land as he expected, she was able to mitigate damage well. 9 times out of 10 that would have been a blow that would send an opponent down, allowing him to administer the Coup de Gras. She was able to land gracefully and began to encircle. He landed, showing little instability and joined her. They circled each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. He debated in himself which arsenal to use. He didn't want to start off with his best offense. He would save his proficiencies for later, when he would be at his apex. Power was certainly out at this point, nothing would land. He decided to start the show in an orthodox boxing stance. Maintaining his guard, he started to lead into her, starting with a snapping jab from his left hand.
Dawn Ratana
17 years ago
Boxing, huh? Fair enough. His reach was far superior, and his thick arms would make it more difficult to land a solid blow on him as well - he was quite well shielded. Still, she could use that to her advantage. By providing him with the feeling of control, she'd be able to utilize the architecture more effectively and set something up. Responding to his quick jab by simply stepping back out of reach, she formulated a plan.
"Yer goddamn reach is crazy, man."
Any time she got close, he answered with a quick jab, a flurry, the right tension for a hook. He was good, and probably felt that he was directing her to the corner with his own skill. As she started to feign worry over the direction things were headed, she finished figuring the perfect angle, and waited. A good, quick jab came on in just the right spot, and she let it through, rolling with it, hoping he would follow it in. Rebounding off the wall, she let loose a flurry of blows, leading with an elbow to where she'd expected his follow up shot to be, followed by a straight shot from her right side, two more quick jabs then the real deal - a vicious low knee coming in at a very ugly angle in toward his own joint, then the roll clear.
"Yer goddamn reach is crazy, man."
Any time she got close, he answered with a quick jab, a flurry, the right tension for a hook. He was good, and probably felt that he was directing her to the corner with his own skill. As she started to feign worry over the direction things were headed, she finished figuring the perfect angle, and waited. A good, quick jab came on in just the right spot, and she let it through, rolling with it, hoping he would follow it in. Rebounding off the wall, she let loose a flurry of blows, leading with an elbow to where she'd expected his follow up shot to be, followed by a straight shot from her right side, two more quick jabs then the real deal - a vicious low knee coming in at a very ugly angle in toward his own joint, then the roll clear.
Celeste
17 years ago
Her feet were moving rapidly on the treadmill as she worked herself into a dead run but Celeste's face remained impassive. Her breathing was tightly controlled, her heartbeat carefully regulated so a sweat never formed. Control and discipline, yes these were comforts to her and things she had been craving these last few days when she was a jumble of nerves and emotions.
Watching the sparring with a good deal of interest, her icy blue eyes flicked back and forth between the massive man and the lithe girl. It was so visually mismatched it might have made Cel smile if she allowed herself. To her critical eye each one was making mistakes but there were some obvious signs of skill and potential there. The girl especially could be honed into a particuarly deadly force with some work. The man.. well he had mentioned needing work which meant his potential was unknown.
Celeste decided to watch further before offering any critique or suggestions.
Watching the sparring with a good deal of interest, her icy blue eyes flicked back and forth between the massive man and the lithe girl. It was so visually mismatched it might have made Cel smile if she allowed herself. To her critical eye each one was making mistakes but there were some obvious signs of skill and potential there. The girl especially could be honed into a particuarly deadly force with some work. The man.. well he had mentioned needing work which meant his potential was unknown.
Celeste decided to watch further before offering any critique or suggestions.
Apollyon
17 years ago
It had occurred to him that cornering her had been somewhat easy as he continued in his strategy.Mainly the only immediate objective was to get hurt, and badly.He gave his attacker a masochistic smile as her fists found their mark. They hurt little more than a sting.He offered little in the way of defense, but then came the real strike. She thrust her knee into his at a particularity disadvantageous angle, well for him anyways. He didn't feel anything break, but fuck it HURT.He gave her a defiant chuckle her way, whom had long rolled away after administering the blow.She stood just out of range, her guard up.
"Come on, is that the best you've got?!" he antagonized as he made a mad dash at his target, "I want this ring stained with my blood!"
"Come on, is that the best you've got?!" he antagonized as he made a mad dash at his target, "I want this ring stained with my blood!"
Dawn Ratana
17 years ago
Well, she'd hit her target, and he was certainly feeling it, but not as much as she'd expected. His bone structure was apparently more well developed than his vital points. Her knee, while alive, had generated enough forge to register on auto collision impact testers - now, it was off the scale. He was feeling it, but his bones were like the steel girders that she worked out on. Of course, she'd broken those eventually, too. Laughing, she replied
"Fuck man, no foreplay? Gotta get th'engine purrin' 'fore ya go to town!"
Lashing out with a couple of quick kicks toward the damaged knee, she congratulated herself mentally. He was feeling it enough to be protecting it - time would be able to do the rest. It also took his mind off of other areas sensitive to impact, which she would be able to use more immediately. He wasn't quite fast enough to protect everywhere, and she wasn't nearly strong enough to make a single shot count in most instances. It would be a matter of her wearing him down. It may take all night, but it'd happen.
And if not, well, she was smaller and could hide in the shadows better from the sunlight.
"Fuck man, no foreplay? Gotta get th'engine purrin' 'fore ya go to town!"
Lashing out with a couple of quick kicks toward the damaged knee, she congratulated herself mentally. He was feeling it enough to be protecting it - time would be able to do the rest. It also took his mind off of other areas sensitive to impact, which she would be able to use more immediately. He wasn't quite fast enough to protect everywhere, and she wasn't nearly strong enough to make a single shot count in most instances. It would be a matter of her wearing him down. It may take all night, but it'd happen.
And if not, well, she was smaller and could hide in the shadows better from the sunlight.
Mai
17 years ago
The night was young but there was much on the Elder of the Hunt's mind, Mai needed to find Morrigan but for the moment she prowled the Manor grounds making certain that everything was calm and peaceful. Stepping inside the training facilities, Mai silently took note of its occupants.
She folded her black silk sleeved hands in front of her and watched the match between Apollyon and Dawn. Her eyes flickered over Cyrus and the other woman before returning back to the sparring that was taking place. It was an interesting pairing that could prove excellent practice for both of them. She approved so far and was interested in seeing how well they did.
((OOC: Hope you don't mind a little Japanese woman sneaking in and watching the show. She probably won't stay long. ))
She folded her black silk sleeved hands in front of her and watched the match between Apollyon and Dawn. Her eyes flickered over Cyrus and the other woman before returning back to the sparring that was taking place. It was an interesting pairing that could prove excellent practice for both of them. She approved so far and was interested in seeing how well they did.
((OOC: Hope you don't mind a little Japanese woman sneaking in and watching the show. She probably won't stay long. ))
Apollyon
17 years ago
He showed some favor to his injured leg. He'd be able to use it for the remainder of the fight, but it'd hurt. He wasn't intending to defend much, he never really did anyways. She landed her fists regularly, but the provided little immediate effect. They broke like falling water crashing against the rocks. He allowed her to keep her offense up, protecting only his leg.He waited while she rained blows, waited for his opportunity. Shortly afterwards, it came. Apollyon saw her punches coming. He lowered his forearm with incredible quickness. He blocked the punch and countered with a punishing shot that found it's mark; right where the neck and shoulders meet. Thrusting his weight into the next step, he executed a roundhouse that crashed into her face and sent her back, with significant force. He watched her get up. he didn't engage. It wasn't his goal to win here. It was to take a beating, and hopefully with what he had just done he would receive just that.
Dawn Ratana
17 years ago
The quickness of the stunning blow had caught her off guard - she'd been relying too much on assault and not on defense again, as usual. All of her teachers would have something to say about it, but they'd be saying the same to her sparring partner, too. They were remarkably similar in theory, if not in style or body design. The punishment of the roundhouse had shot her back across the room and bounced her along the floor. Rolling back up over her shoulders and onto her feet, she tensed her body at once, adrenaline coursing through her veins. That right there was the good stuff...no drug in the world could compare.
Thumbing her nose to wipe away the trickle, she spat a red glob into the corner and immediately resumed her assault. A couple of swift leaps closed the distance almost instantly. The adrenaline had amplified her strength - she started with a flurry high, which had been expected, then another wicked low kick to the knee, which was mostly blocked. That tilted the big man's head down at an optimal angle - without any warning she launched into the air, kneeing the man in the face and sending him sprawling across the room as she had a moment before.
Exhaling hard as she landed, she flexed her body again and launched herself at her clanmate before he could get up. Now things were going to get more interesting.
Thumbing her nose to wipe away the trickle, she spat a red glob into the corner and immediately resumed her assault. A couple of swift leaps closed the distance almost instantly. The adrenaline had amplified her strength - she started with a flurry high, which had been expected, then another wicked low kick to the knee, which was mostly blocked. That tilted the big man's head down at an optimal angle - without any warning she launched into the air, kneeing the man in the face and sending him sprawling across the room as she had a moment before.
Exhaling hard as she landed, she flexed her body again and launched herself at her clanmate before he could get up. Now things were going to get more interesting.
Apollyon
17 years ago
He watched with some sadistic delight as he sent her flying across the platform. She immediately rebounded to her feet, showing a slight, steady stream of blood dripping from her nose. He liked blood, not even so much that he was a vampire. He liked making enemies and opponents bleed. He found that often when Blood flow commences from combat you see what the man or woman is made of. He found exactly what dawn was made of. she showed no waver and immediately registered in her reprisal.She was hitting much harder now, and lit him up with several combinations before returning to attack his knee. he blocked again, but paid the price as he was knocked off balance. he tilted forward involuntarily and felt her knee crash into his nose, the impact drove him backwards, and managed to knock him off his legs.
Rage filled his heart as blood flowed down his face. his nose was most likely broken, and the taste of his own blood filled his mouth. Instinct now commanded him, no different than the beasts that roamed the earth. He watched her launch toward him, But she would never complete her vault. With baffling agility he pried himself from the floor. He tensed his legs as he followed suit. Flying through the air he intercepted his opponent, overtaking what inertia she had . He held her in position and they started to descend, making sure her upper body took the full brunt of punishment from gravity's sting. Her tiny frame absorbed the shock. Apollyon exerted his position, holding her down with one hand. He wasted no time as he cocked his right arm back and sent a punch screaming toward her head.
Rage filled his heart as blood flowed down his face. his nose was most likely broken, and the taste of his own blood filled his mouth. Instinct now commanded him, no different than the beasts that roamed the earth. He watched her launch toward him, But she would never complete her vault. With baffling agility he pried himself from the floor. He tensed his legs as he followed suit. Flying through the air he intercepted his opponent, overtaking what inertia she had . He held her in position and they started to descend, making sure her upper body took the full brunt of punishment from gravity's sting. Her tiny frame absorbed the shock. Apollyon exerted his position, holding her down with one hand. He wasted no time as he cocked his right arm back and sent a punch screaming toward her head.
Dawn Ratana
17 years ago
Motherfucker was on his feet faster than she'd have thought him capable of, and they collided midair. His superior mass altered their trajectory significantly, and they splashed down onto the floor, shaking the building. It would have knocked the wind out of her, but she hadn't needed it. Temporarily pinned, she watched as he wound up and sent his fist crashing down. Timing it just right, she headbutted his fist, causing the wrist to bend and lose most of its power. It still was a heavy blow, but he'd be feeling that along the seam of his wrist each time he punched with it for the remainder of the evening.
Unrelenting, he sent the same fist barreling down at her again. Shifting her shoulder, she moved her upper body enough to perform a head dodge - his fist went pummeling into the floor. With his weight forward, she pushed her arms down flat along her body and arced hard with her feet, rolling him forward off of her and slid out between his legs, nutting him in the crotch and giving a quick elbow to the weak knee as she slipped clear. Popping up, she turned quickly and flipped to the side - he'd undoubtedly be coming right back at her.
Unrelenting, he sent the same fist barreling down at her again. Shifting her shoulder, she moved her upper body enough to perform a head dodge - his fist went pummeling into the floor. With his weight forward, she pushed her arms down flat along her body and arced hard with her feet, rolling him forward off of her and slid out between his legs, nutting him in the crotch and giving a quick elbow to the weak knee as she slipped clear. Popping up, she turned quickly and flipped to the side - he'd undoubtedly be coming right back at her.
Mai
17 years ago
Mai watched the exchange between the two combatants with serene calm. There was very little judgment on their choice of actions. It mattered very little to her in the long run what could have been done better now or why they chose to maneuver as they were. What did matter was that they were practicing; that they would be prepared for what was to come.
The small Japanese vampire turned and left as silently as she'd come. She had watched over her people like a faithful shepard and they were safe for the moment. It was time to see Morrigan.
((OOC: Mai out ))
The small Japanese vampire turned and left as silently as she'd come. She had watched over her people like a faithful shepard and they were safe for the moment. It was time to see Morrigan.
((OOC: Mai out ))
Cyrus
17 years ago
It was hard to concentrate on his running with the sparing going on in front of him. Watching Dawn do her best and Darius shrug it off was only what he expected. Shifting into his leopard shape when a momentary lull arose was easy and the change in momentum barely noticeable. Since as a cat he could run so much faster this was not quite as challenging as when human. Still the changing on the move was a valuable skill to hone.
Another mile was gone and he shifted back as pink haired clan mate was flung across the room. Even with the distraction he was able to make the transformation without loosing his balance or momentum. Feeling pleased with himself he watched the fight, determined to make half a dozen more successful shifts before stopping.
When Elder Mai entered he could spare a moment to bow his head slightly but that was all. Running flat out as a human was difficult and he did not practice this often. His calves were aching and feet hurting but he did not stop. Simply watching the distance tick by until the next shift when his feeble human limbs would not bother him.
Another mile was gone and he shifted back as pink haired clan mate was flung across the room. Even with the distraction he was able to make the transformation without loosing his balance or momentum. Feeling pleased with himself he watched the fight, determined to make half a dozen more successful shifts before stopping.
When Elder Mai entered he could spare a moment to bow his head slightly but that was all. Running flat out as a human was difficult and he did not practice this often. His calves were aching and feet hurting but he did not stop. Simply watching the distance tick by until the next shift when his feeble human limbs would not bother him.
Apollyon
17 years ago
Goddamn she was a squirmer, she moved her head just in time for him to crash his fist into the floor. his fist burned at the impact, only to take a back seat to the punch in the groin he received seconds later.She punctuated her counter attack with another elbow to the vulnerable knee. Having several areas of his body stinging with pain, His mind was enveloped in a furor. He came at her in a reckless dash, leading in with a sweeping right hook
Dawn Ratana
17 years ago
He really was quick with the adjustments - the side roll hadn't fooled him and he was right back on her in a flash. Leaning back under the hook, she snapped out with a quick kick to his gut, but it didn't halt his forward momentum and they crashed together once again. Rolling back with the force of the collision, she grabbed his arm and pushed with her leg and tossed him away over her. Standing up, she shook her head briefly - she'd not kept the roll as tight as she should have and gave herself a bit of a ringer on the floor. The adrenaline had made her a bit sloppy.
Bouncing over toward her opponent, she readied for the next exchange. She wanted to pop him another good one in the noggin...that seemed to rile the bees a bit more than the rest of the workout.
Bouncing over toward her opponent, she readied for the next exchange. She wanted to pop him another good one in the noggin...that seemed to rile the bees a bit more than the rest of the workout.
Celeste
17 years ago
Celeste never missed a step, even when a few of the exchanges between the mismatched pair were wince inspiring. She was running at top speed and not slowing down. Her breathing was calm and steady and there wasn't even a touch of dampness on her brow. Deciding that the large cat beside her had a good idea, the Creole decided to push her limits a little and see if she could maintain her concentraction on more than one thing at once.
The belt continued to whurr and the sounds of feet steadily pounding the machine didn't fade even as her form seemed to shimmer and dissapear. It was a lot more difficult than she'd anticipated, and Celeste felt a grin creep over her face. Focusing on maintaining the blending while slowing her breathing even further until she was barely even respirating, she stared intently at the combatants.
'Let's see if I can maintain this without conscious thought.' She'd never tried to control her body and her appearance at the same time for any extended period of time. Usually it was just for a brief stint in a fight. This would be a good exercise, and could serve her well when she confronted Amberelle.
The belt continued to whurr and the sounds of feet steadily pounding the machine didn't fade even as her form seemed to shimmer and dissapear. It was a lot more difficult than she'd anticipated, and Celeste felt a grin creep over her face. Focusing on maintaining the blending while slowing her breathing even further until she was barely even respirating, she stared intently at the combatants.
'Let's see if I can maintain this without conscious thought.' She'd never tried to control her body and her appearance at the same time for any extended period of time. Usually it was just for a brief stint in a fight. This would be a good exercise, and could serve her well when she confronted Amberelle.
Apollyon
17 years ago
He had to admit he was somewhat surprised by the last exchange. she tossed him right to the ground. he jumped back to his feet, only to see dawn coming right back, delivering a solid hook to the right side of his lower jaw, she punctuated with a crashing cross that smacked his nose again. Blood came further oozing from the orifice, only to be contested by the stinging it registered in the brain. it caused him to falter somewhat in which she took immediate advantage, landing a punishing uppercut followed with a roundhouse that crashed into his chest.Blood oozing from his nose and his face half numb, He felt his rage reach a familiar level. Seeing her coming again Apollyon dodged an oncoming right and clasped her arm. Using leverage, he forced her to the ground, face first. He dug his knee into her shoulder, stressing the joint.Savoring the pain he was causing, he pulled her arm up further.
"Pretty damn good for someone so young I must say," Apollyon proclaimed, gritting his teeth. He was using enough force to make a grown man fall unconscious.
"But experience always prevails."
"Pretty damn good for someone so young I must say," Apollyon proclaimed, gritting his teeth. He was using enough force to make a grown man fall unconscious.
"But experience always prevails."
Dawn Ratana
17 years ago
Gritting her teeth through the haze of pain, she struggled to find some sort of leverage. He was a behemoth, and pressing down pretty heavily...but gravity was a constant. She could lift his weight and she could jump. Managing to squirm a strong leg somewhat under her, as well as her free arm, she barked a stressed laugh.
"One...helluva....monkey...on my back!"
Steeling herself, she pushed up sharply with all of her strength. The motion had the expected consequences - she'd pushed him off of her back, and she'd dislocated her shoulder with a loud pop. Using the moment she had, she shoved her fingers directly up his nose and shoved upward with an ugly thrusting action. The stun of that nasty twist bought her the time to launch the attack she'd been working toward as she brought all of her power directly into his weakened knee in a rough combination to each side.
"One...helluva....monkey...on my back!"
Steeling herself, she pushed up sharply with all of her strength. The motion had the expected consequences - she'd pushed him off of her back, and she'd dislocated her shoulder with a loud pop. Using the moment she had, she shoved her fingers directly up his nose and shoved upward with an ugly thrusting action. The stun of that nasty twist bought her the time to launch the attack she'd been working toward as she brought all of her power directly into his weakened knee in a rough combination to each side.
Apollyon
17 years ago
In a flash he went from being digging his shoulder in her spine to the nearly crippling pain he felt now.His eyes widened further and began to tear. His mouth shared a different sentiment, a wide smirk. He reveled in the pain this little bitch was giving him. Returning the favor of the offense he had received, he pounded her skull with an angry right.
Concentrating on his knee a moment, he felt his tendons and ligaments scream for relief. It's role in the rest of this would be rather limited. She was gonna have to come for him now. He readied his guard, with his wounded leg away from the opponent. His moves were fluid, unlike the awkward funk they were just a half hour ago. He watched her with unblinking eyes and waited for her to come again.
Concentrating on his knee a moment, he felt his tendons and ligaments scream for relief. It's role in the rest of this would be rather limited. She was gonna have to come for him now. He readied his guard, with his wounded leg away from the opponent. His moves were fluid, unlike the awkward funk they were just a half hour ago. He watched her with unblinking eyes and waited for her to come again.