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| MrSora | Apr 20 2012, 08:01 PM Post #1 |
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*Click Click Click* The echo of the gymnasium was truly exceptional. Vaulted ceilings and panel skinned walls provided wonderful acoustics, and the hardwood floors were kept so perfectly polished they never squeaked, only producing a hollow echo with every step. As dressed down as you’ll see him, Darrien Hessel wandered into the training area with a boom box and a folded travel bag. He’d change back into a suit after he finished training, of course. For now, skin tight black Under Armor sleeveless shirt and shorts were all that covered his impressive frame. His shoes, completely inappropriate for the situation, were brown leather saddles, but they were soon to be discarded. Wrapping tape around his bare feet and ankles, he took a moment to stretch out and limber up. Rolling his shoulders, pushing his neck to either side, lunging, crunching, pushing and pulling until his muscles were loose enough to pour out of his body. Placing the boom box on a bench behind one of Ousen's spellbound animated training dummies; he ran a cord to his Aeon, selecting The a la Menthe by Nikkfurie, his classic workout music. -Play- On the opening flourish, Darrien dives forward to the left of the dummy, rolling up on his shoulders and into a tight spin. Spinning his feet out, he makes contact with the torso of the dummy in time with the music, reversing direction and spinning back to his hands, then flipping back to his feet. Slamming his elbow around behind him, leaping into the air and wrapping his legs around the dummy’s neck, he finishes the backflip by pulling the foam filled leather bag over his head and slamming it to the ground. The music hits a loop as the training bag re-rights itself, giving the dervish a brief second to reset himself. The refrain rolls again, and with it Darrien re-launches his assault. This time opening with a sweep toward the legs, sending the animated dummy vaulting over him. Catching his momentum, he curls his legs back, lifting up onto his hands and pushing himself into the air. Swinging his legs around in a windmill motion, he connects with successive blows with his heels, knocking the dummy back and pushing himself back to his feet. Leaping in a cartwheel over the dummy as it lurched his way, he grabbed onto its shoulder area, twisting it with his momentum to disorient it. Releasing it as he landed behind it, Darrien spun on his heels and thrust his palm into the center of the thing’s back, striking and sending it sprawling in time with end of the song. Clapping his hands once, the dummy fell limp and lifeless, leaving the youth standing alone. A bead of sweat dripping down the tip of his nose, falling to the floor with a soft splash; chest rising and falling in time with heavy breathing; hair still, inexplicably perfect. The youth sets the Aeon to play a series of Deadmau5, Skrillex, and The Prodigy to continue his solo workout. Gotta stay in shape, never know who might happen along to play. |
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| Kaizu | Apr 23 2012, 10:06 AM Post #2 |
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Kaizu opened the door as silently as possible before slipping into the gymnasium. He was dressed in ridiculously baggy shorts and an old t-shirt, but he'd never put too much thought into gym attire. The place was virtually empty, except for one guy beating a dummy down mercilessly. Kaizu studied him for a moment, partly a reflex, he found it never hurt to know how other people could kill you. The fighting looked a bit like sambo, but more rhythmic...capoeria then. Kaizu wasn't sure how he'd be able to fight against that. But then again he didn't expect to. He was always a bit fonder of running away. Music blared, some noxious band Kaizu didn't know. Kaizu looked for a pull up bar. Despite his slim build he possessed a surprising amount of strength, not enough to get into the olympics, but usually far more than people would expect from someone as thin as Kaizu. He'd start with a couple of sets of twelve, perhaps add a few kilo's with a weight belt, get a decent workout. At least that was the plan. But then he began to wonder if it might perhaps be a bit more fun to spar. He hadn't had the chance to practice in a while, and the guy on the mats was clearly very good. Kaizu found that if it paid to practice against someone much better himself, aside from accelerating his learning, it usually meant the other guy knew what he was doing and was less likely to get hurt. Sitting at the edge Kaizu waited patiently for the guy to finish his session. |
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| MrSora | Apr 25 2012, 08:18 AM Post #3 |
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Conscious of his audience, Darrien peeled his shirt over his head and cast it aside, revealing a physique often found airbrushed in underwear ads. He didn't turn to look, opting to continue his routine. Lifting into a handstand, he began doing inverted pushups, vaulting into the air for a flip every fifth rep. The music from his box filled the air, allowing him to get lost and ignore any sign of fatigue that might plague him. Once he was satisfied with his arms, he rolled back to his feet and allowed himself to fall forward, almost smashing his face into the ground. Stopping inches before hos nose struck, he laid out in a plank position, tightening his abdominals as he stretched. Beads of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose, highlighted his chest muscle, and began to matte his hair. After a full five minutes in the plank, he returned to his feet and shook his limbs out. Returning to his Aeon, he cut the music, opting for a moment's quiet as he recomposed himself. Tapping away idly, scrolling through his schedule for the day, logging his workout thus far, updating his social status, typical teenager stuff. Dimming the screen, he turned to look to the newcomer, locking his miraculously blue peepers to his voyeur's eyes. Beckoning him over, he smirked through his moderate exasperation. "Don't just sit there, come hold the bag." he said in a light tone. Not so much a command as a request, but not phrased like a question. Darrien enjoyed the new students, always eager to test themselves, to find their place among the student body. |
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| Kaizu | Apr 26 2012, 08:22 PM Post #4 |
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Kaizu tried not to look disappointed as he helped the guy hold his bag. He was obviously a show off. Kaizu had wrongly assumed that he would be a capable master of his art. If it came to a spar this guy wouldn't hold back, he'd probably thump Kaizu into next week. So why was he holding the bag? Partly curiosity. He really wanted to know how hard this guy could hit. Also holding a punching bag was just a nice thing to do. Kaizu had a rule about gyms, if you're not doing anything help each other out as much as possible. Maybe the guy would repay the favour for him by spotting him while he bench pressed. Even if he didn't it would be kind of lame to just say no and storm off. Kaizu grasped the bag. Very thick. Would have been a bit heavy if Kaizu didn't have relatively good balance. He took a firm stance and signaled to the guy he was ready. Then Kaizu had the worst thought. What if this guy has super human strength? Kaizu was pretty sure this guy wasn't one of those peak martial artists who had absolute control over their speed and strength, and the guy might get carried away. If Kaizu got sent sprawling back into a wall he could break his neck. Well it was too late to shift now. He had already signalled he was ready, if he moved out of the way the guy could pull or even break his leg when it failed to meet expected resistance. Although that didn't seem fair. A broken neck, or some other guys pulled leg? Still Kaizu had a lifetime of gym etiquette ingrained in him. It seemed really stupid to die over it, yet appropriate enough that it wouldn't shock his family. Keeping his body relaxed he held the bag firmly. He would tense at the right time, help reduce the impact. He really hoped this guy wasn't about to kill him. |
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| MrSora | Apr 28 2012, 08:14 PM Post #5 |
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Almost as soon as the newcomer took his spotter's stance, Darrien launched a timed assault on the heavy bag. Not an overly powerful young man, his great strength was his speed, dexterity, and timing. Blow flowed into blow, punch to kick, palm to heel; an elegant dance that was hard to ignore. A knee to the center of the bag, using the resistance to push a spin into an elbow. Half spin again, palm thrust to the center of the bag, right palm planted, joined by the left, pushing off the bag into a half back flip, landing on his hands. Cartwheeling away from the bag, Darrien pauses a beat, takes a breath, takes off at a sprint and leaps into the air- -flips forward above the bag- -wraps his legs around and hangs down over Kaizu's head. "I'm Darrien, by the way." Offering a hand in greeting, the dervish, breathing heavier than he'd like, offers a bit of a smirk. "You might be?" |
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| Kaizu | Apr 30 2012, 08:07 AM Post #6 |
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Kaizu braced his arms. The guy's attacks were fast, but Kaizu began to get a hang of the rhythm. It was a very precise combination, but nothing completely unexpected, that is until the guy jumped up and hugged the bag. Kaizu immediately tensed to stop the bag from dropping. "Hey bro," He said. "I'm Kaizu." He looked around awkwardly for a second. "Sorry I can't shake your hand at the moment," He continued. "They're a little full at the moment. That was a nice combination you did. What martial art do you practice?" |
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| MrSora | May 3 2012, 06:38 AM Post #7 |
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"Sorry I can't shake your hand at the moment," "They're a little full at the moment. That was a nice combination you did. What martial art do you practice?" Flipping gracefully from his perch attached to the bag's chain, he lands a bit of distance away. "It's my own special blend, Capoeira base with a healthy dose of the eastern arts and a little old fashioned kick boxing." he spoke with a 'meh' sense to it, as though he no longer impressed himself. He'd rarely had occasion to display his talents here at the school, and, truth be told, he was alright with it. Aside from his daily training with the enchanted dummies in the gym, he'd really only fought a handful of times here. "What brings you to our little slice of paradise, Kaizu?" he asked, retrieving a water bottle and towel from the bag he'd brought. |
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| Kaizu | May 6 2012, 08:08 AM Post #8 |
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Kaizu scratched his head. He really didn't get this guy. But as he seemed to be able to beat Kaizu into a pulp in the blink of an eye, Kaizu felt it was a good idea to be polite. "Well I was hoping to get in a bit of a workout," He replied. "But I gotta say watching you spar got me pretty curious. Is everyone at this school as good as you?" He looked around. "Also," he continued, knowing this was the dumbest idea he'd had all day. "Are you up for a spar?" |
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| MrSora | May 6 2012, 08:48 AM Post #9 |
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"Well I was hoping to get in a bit of a workout." "But I gotta say watching you spar got me pretty curious. Is everyone at this school as good as you?" Darrien cocked his head slightly, feigning modesty as best he could. He knew he was in the upper echelon of hand to hand combatants in the school, but in a school of metahumans with manifesting "super" powers, melee fighters were in relatively short supply. But, as with Batman, Darrien's body was trained to the peak of human performance and ability, and he'd studied a peculiar art he tailored to his whim, making him formidable against even those capable of shooting projectiles from their eyes, or other students with similar abilities. "Some are, some not so much." he spoke with an air of outright confidence, pushing a length of hair back into place. "Also," "Are you up for a spar?" Taking a long pull from a red sports drink, Darrien calmly wiped his lips clean on the back of his hand. Casting the towel aside and replacing the bottle in his bag, he turned to face Kaizu in side profile, offering a glance over his shoulder. "Why not, I have a bit of time." he said lightly, before giving the boy a quick smirk. Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, he raised his arms in front of his chest, assuming a ready stance. "When you're ready." |
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| Kaizu | May 6 2012, 09:02 AM Post #10 |
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Kaizu sized up his opponent. Ideally he'd like to jump in, some kind of offensive choke hold. He didn't particularly like fighting where there were rules, which spoke volumes about his character. But it was a good way to practice. If he practiced a front to front confrontation, he'd definitely win a confrontation if he snuck up on his opponent from behind with a baseball bat. Kaizu needed to get close. From what he'd seen his opponent would try to keep him at a middle distance, out of range of most grapples or holds. Kaizu thought about just barreling in and taking a few blows, but he dismissed that idea. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to take the beating, if he got swatted away and his guard broke then it was pretty much game over. Exposure to a combo was as good as forfeiting. Since his opponent had a pretty offensive style, it stood to reason that Kaizu would have to get some kind of counter off. He got into a crouch position, his feet bouncing slightly on the mat. If the attacks were too quick to see or catch then he never had a chance. At least this way Kaizu could keep his guard up. And although in his experience action was a lot faster than reaction, Kaizu was pretty sure he could get his guard up until the opportune moment. "Bring it," he said smiling. His eyes widened. He needed to be very alert. Even expert fighters tended to telegraph their moves. Unless they took special training specifically to avoid it they usually gave away their actions with a small movement, Kaizu needed to look for those motions. The shrug of the shoulder, an unnatural twitch. Particularly fast fighters wouldn't give it away until the last moment. Kaizu took a breath. |
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| MrSora | May 7 2012, 07:25 AM Post #11 |
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"Bring it," Perhaps not the best choice of words, for Darrien wasn't one to respond to challenges lightly. He rolled his neck and shoulders, popping and crackling joints beginning to fill with lactic acid. Not time for a rest just yet, he flared a leg around to face his opponent front to front, then rolled forward. Pushing himself side to side, arm to leg, closing the short distance between himself and Kaizu quickly, he spoke quickly "Three clean strikes to win?" Then. he lunged forward feet first toward the boy's chest, trailing his arms behind him. |
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| Kaizu | May 7 2012, 10:54 PM Post #12 |
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Kaizu was quite prepared to be hit. He didn't exactly expect it to come from quite that angle. He twisted awkwardly to avoid the blow but was still grazed. He didn't take the full force, but it knocked the wind out of him, that was a strong hit. Not wanting to allow a combination he lashed out towards his opponent, heel of his palms aiming two simultaneous strikes for the collar and stomach. He was aware of a lot of pain where the kick had collided, but didn't allow it to slow him down, if he did then he would have lost. He needed to get a strike or a throw. Shuffling his feet to cover the distance he threw his body weight forward. |
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| MrSora | May 8 2012, 09:46 AM Post #13 |
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As Darrien's initial blow found home, he regained his footing quickly, just as Kaizu thrust his weight into a dual pronged attack on his front. Leaning back, he managed to narrowly avoid the shot to his collar bone, but the palm to the chest forced him to arc back even further, pulling his arms behind him to find a brace as his weight toppled him backwards. Tightening his abdominal muscles, breathing beginning to labor from the force of the blow to his chest, his hands caught the ground as his feet left it, allowing him to twist into a windmill motion with his legs, flaring his left heel first, followed by his right, directed at the other boy's chest and offside shoulder. |
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| Kaizu | May 8 2012, 10:10 PM Post #14 |
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If Kaizu had been doing a written exam under test conditions, he would have definitely realised his mistake of attacking the chest. As it was instinct pretty much took over. The advantage was he moved fast, the disadvantage was he moved incorrectly, the immediate follow up kicks came from an angle that Kaizu was not familiar with. He almost summoned some darkness just to prevent the blow, but managed to refrain. He was used to holding back his abilities during sparring. Instead he took a breath and tightened his muscles, the one at his chest would connect, but by shifting he could change its course towards his stomach, a much less deadly area. At the same time he raised his hand to block the other kick while executing a low kick towards his opponent. What was the technique called? 'bursting'? He wasn't sure, but that was two hits he had taken, a third would mean his loss. |
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| MrSora | May 9 2012, 02:20 PM Post #15 |
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This would be a quick spar, three clean strikes for Darrien was always a simple task; after the first the other two always seemed to flow. That is, except for when a pool of his own sweat causes his hand to slide ever so slightly, halting his momentum and leaving his midsection open to accept the blow. Kaizu's kick found its mark, striking the dervish dead center, just below the ribcage, working his taught abdominal muscles. Recoiling from the blow, Darrien rolled away, nursing his wound a split second before pushing in a tight circle on the floor, sweeping at his opponent's legs. Were he to miss his mark, his momentum would carry him in a complete revolution, allowing him a moment to regain purchase with his hands to push his body end over end into a cartwheel, then back into his rhythmic ready stance. |
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| Kaizu | May 10 2012, 04:37 AM Post #16 |
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A sweeping kick, finally a move Kaizu was familiar with. He avoided the blow then moved forward to grapple while his opponent recovered, however instead of retreating and rising again, his opponent did some sort of cartwheel. No opening. Kaizu resisted the urge to massage his torso. It would bruise soon and his muscles were sore. That would restrict his movement. Unless he could get some sort of grapple off he might as well quit. Although there was still one thing left he hadn't tried. But it was quite stupid, and something he had only seen in a martial arts exhibition, he had no idea if it would work in a real fight. Crossing his legs Kaizu sat down, knees slightly in front of him, his feet below his body. He bounced slightly, he was not used to this. Putting his hands on his thighs he looked at Darrien and smiled. "Bring it bro," he intoned. |
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| MrSora | May 10 2012, 05:51 PM Post #17 |
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"Bring it bro," Darrien's lips peeled into a vicious smirk as he was challenged yet again. He turned his head slowly, asserting himself for one last assault. Offense was his defense. And his offense. And his special teams. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, turned to rush his opponent, then stopped when he saw him sitting on the ground. He'd never seen this approach, generally in a fight or a spar your opponent did his best to stay off the floor, this was definitely a new angle. Possum? No white flag raised, so clearly the other boy had a trick up his sleeve. Shrugging his thoughts off, he pushed off with his back foot, thrusting himself forward into a dive toward Kaizu's right side. Curling his arms beneath hims, leading with his shoulder he'd catch his momentum on the ground on his hands, then swing his legs around full circle counter clockwise, bringing them around behind the seated boy. |
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| Kaizu | May 10 2012, 11:12 PM Post #18 |
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Kaizu wasn't much of an expert in idori kata, but he was quite surprised at how easy it was to mount a defence. There really were much fewer blind spots to look out for, and he was defensible from every angle. Mobility was off, but who needed that. He shifted his weight slightly and prepared to catch the kick coming from behind. Because of his center of gravity, motion and the energy to shift positions was reduced. It was like he had unlocked some sort of secret level. Then he realised he had a problem. How to throw? He had been taught various throws and locks, but never from this angle, he could catch the kick easily, but couldn't do a follow up without putting himself off balance. How did the master in the demonstration do it? Before he had the time to ponder he took a blow to the face. He wasn't on guard and the blow was powerful. He flew forward slightly. Fortunately his body had shifted automatically to his teeth weren't jarred, but his face would be bruised tomorrow. Kaizu moaned in pain. Starting tomorrow he would definitely start practicing idori. |
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| MrSora | May 12 2012, 07:43 PM Post #19 |
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His trailing blow found a home, knocking his opponent to the ground with a thump. Almost in tandem, Darrien flopped into a puddle of himself, collapsing onto his back, chest rising and falling with each labored breath, he began to laugh. A low chuckle at first, rumbling from his midsection and barely escaping his lips, but quickly it became a full bodied, hearty laugh. Struggling to sit up, he ran a hand through his magnificent coif, still picture perfect in spite of the spinning, the fighting, all that sweating. "That makes three I suppose, good show." he spoke in a labored voice, complete breaths hard to come by, aches and bruises gathering their forces, readying for their occupation of the dervish's chiseled frame. Pushing himself as upright as he was able to, he scoot-crawl-drug himself to the bench his bag was on, taking another pull from the sports drink he'd opened earlier. "Not bad," a resigned sigh "Not bad at all." |
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