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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/15/2015 9:02:04 PM
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[i] He smiles.[/i] "Sure." [i] He walks over to a stand, where black Boken, wooden practice swords, are put. He grabs one, tossing another to her.[/i] "Did you go straight to 4 swords?"
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[b]She uses this momentum to roll backwards off him, grabbing his Sword as he lays there, and she rolls into a standing position[/b]
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[i] Suddenly he's no longer on the floor, but behind her, kicking her legs out from under her and pinning her to the ground, her hands behind her back and his knee on her lower midsection.[/i] "Hey." [i] He chuckles.[/i] [spoiler]Yeah, I know that's a bit ridiculous, for the sake of training.[/spoiler]
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[b]She TK's him off, assuming he used teleportation or a watcher ability, and throws him into the roof[/b]
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[i] His back slams into the ceiling and he falls on his chest, rolling over and holding his sternum.[/i] "Ouch."
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[b]As he is coming diwn, she rolls backwards into a handstand and pushes up, Lance's stomach landing on her feet[/b] [spoiler]She inherited JT's bloodlust. [/spoiler]
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[i] The wind gets knocked out of him, and he rolls off onto the floor, holding his stomach.[/i] "Ow."
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"Sorry, I guess I got my dads love for a fight" [b]She says, offering her hand to help you up[/b]
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[i] He grabs her hand, pulling downward hard and putting his feet into her stomach, catapulting her over him in a somersault and slamming back first into the wall. [/i]
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[b]She executes a frontflip, planting her feet on the wall and jumping off, landing with a roll and going into a kneel, TK'ing a sword over[/b]
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[i]Lance stands on his feet, grabbing a Boken.[/i] "Alright, you can attack. Let's see if you can defend." [i] He grins mischievously.[/i]
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"Well shit, let's go" [b]She says, readying up[/b]
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[i] He walks towards her, his shirtless body rippling with grace and power, his Boken out to the side.[/i]
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[b]She doesn't quiver, But rather tries to think of something that makes her angry, in order to make her fight more emotionally; losing. [/b]
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[i] His figure blurs, and suddenly he's raining down blows upon her from several directions. Above, sides, diagonally. He moves inhumanly fast, letting out a flurry of strikes blindingly fast.[/i]
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[b]She attempts to step back, swerving backwards as well, putting her bekon in front of the downwards slash, slightly slanted, to let the blow slide off[/b]
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[i] He faints to the right and slashes left, aiming for her ribs.[/i]
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[b]She slashes for it, diagonally[/b]
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[i]His blow glances off, but he quickly spins in a 180 and lets out a savage side cut.[/i]
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[b]She attempts to kick it away, using the momentum of the diagonal slash to raise her leg quickly [/b]
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[i] In a flourish that only comes with years of training, he redirects the slash under her kick and smacks her in her standing leg, sweeping her off her feet and landing on her back.[/i]
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[b]Quickly, she executes a standing backflip over it, slashing for his throat quickly[/b]
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[i]He vertically blocks it, closing the distance between them quickly and kicking her leg out from under her.[/i]
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[b]She lands halfway flipped on her free hand, pushing herself back to a full standing position, readying up[/b]
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"Your bodys like liquid. I'm impressed."
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"I've always been big on this kind of shit. Your body is mostly liquids, why not act like it?"
