Another Punch to Take (Training Yard) (Ximal)

[Banir Ironwood]

Fall 43rd, 512AV Mid afternoon

Banir had found it a perfect day to practice for him, the sun was shining. The air was crisp and cool, but not harsh to his exposed pale skin. He had stripped himself of his armour, and not just the cold steel upon his arm and shoulders. His coat lay folded upon the ground armour a top it, neat as could be. Keeping on his cotton brown pants, boots, and his dark cotton shirt. Though his scarf remained wrapped around his head. Tied tight to hide his face to hide the scars across his face. He was practicing the moves he had learned, trying to get a good flow going. Having had learned so much since his brawls with his father, though as he had endured his pain. It only made him all the stronger. Standing alone he took no stance, after a moment of focus he dropped. Spreading his feet about shoulder width apart. Starting off with a few light punches, aiming for about the midsection of an average opponent. Just something light for a light warm up. Quickly moving on to a couple of kicks and short elbow jabs. Xi had taught him plenty of useful techniques. Though personally he preferred to fight without rules, for outside of duels. its wither do or die, and the last thing he would want, is to embrace Dira with regrets left in this world.

And by Izurdian's strength he'd not die in a fight. Do or die, as they say. And if it came down to him or another. It was going to be another. Taking his stance again he decided to change it up. Keeping his feet moving as he brought his knee to about gut level, twisting his body then quickly twisting back to bring it to where an enemies head would be. Rather than just stopping there he brought his foot down and curled his left arm. Making it act like a solid wall and brought his full weight forward. Launching his feet forward, but rather than falling on his face he shuffled his feet forward. Brawling was something he was good at. Fighting at random and without rules, it was by far less honorable, but the results where by far more reliable. After his little charge he snapped his right fist to where the soft spot would be. Below the chest, near the middle, that's where it hurts the most. Another lesson his father painfully showed him.

Taking a breather he rested taking a moment to let his mind think about his next series of moves. Resting a moment, his pale arms slowly becoming more glistening with a slight bit of sweat. After a few moments he began again, dropping into a stance. Keeping his feet moving as he made for another charge, pushing forward then using the same arm he suddenly tossed to the side. Like he was throwing an opponent away. Moving for the next opponent he decided to practice the move Xi had shown him. Taking a stance he quickly rocked his weight back on his right foot. Pulling hard on the side left of his stomach, just before whipping his body around and twisting as hard and as strong as possible. Putting his right shoulder in line with his left foot, allowing his arm to snap out drilling a powerful punch against the resistance of air. Though his form lacked grace, he could at least string it together a lot faster than before while keeping the power in it. Stopping a moment he felt eyes on him, looking around his calm white eyes rimmed in red examined his surroundings. Careful to observe everything until he found the culprit, the scarf that hid his face holding well against his movements.

[Ximal]

Xi headed towards the training grounds. His time with kalia and learning about the inner workings of the body had begun to take hold of him but now he'd thought up something he'd like to try. As of late he'd become by far more accurate with his strikes than he used to be. Following his footsteps towards the training grounds he sa a familiar person or at least a familiar silhouette. Banir was there and at least vaguely attempting to practice his fighting style. At least he wasn't totally butchering it though in regards of everything, it wasn't that bad except for the technique Xi taught him was being castrated. By looseing the form xi could see the entire technique at roughly a third less power simply by watching his move being preformed out of style. Xi sighed as he strode further into the ground adn watched the rather hulking banir stop abruptly to Xi's general presence. Did this guy have eye's in the back of his head that could see through cloth? Xi shook his head as he walked towards banir. "Nice to see you here banir, though i'd prefer it if you did use my techniques from the stance i taught you. It'd vastly help your damage absorption." Xi shook his head again before walking around to banir's side. and preformed the technique at full power and glory even with armour and a cloak slowing him down. "Banir might i make a request?: I'd like to borrow a hand in testing out a new technique i've been working over and i'd like to request your assistance in getting it to work or at least seeing if the concept would work. Though i can say it does carry risks. In return i'll teach it to you once i've got it sussed out, does that sound alright with you?" Xi slipped off his cloak before wrapping his gauntlets in it, and tossing it to the side. "If you'd rather fight normally for a while first though, i wouldn't be against that. After all your shaky start whilst it might work against opponents with little skill. It really wont work on me. " Xi smiled as he walked opposite banir and brushed his beard lightly pushing the hair back from the beard stroke and then locked his eye's onto banir awaiting a decision from him.

[Banir Ironwood]

Banir blinked at him his eyes still a calm white, he only gazed back as Ximal approached him. Taking his long slow breaths he waved a hello, standing silent as he took the critic. Understanding the fact that the stance gave him greater defense, though he liked to experiment when fighting. Different combinations always gave way to different results, sure it would sacrifice power for faster moves. But sometimes if the right combination is found, he may be able to have speed, power, and defense all in one. With enough training though it could be possible. He shook off his thoughts and watched Xi perform the move once more as he had done before. He tried to take in every move, imagining every muscle coil and release with force. The firm stance and force that was within it. Though he noticed that Xi wasn't performing it as well as before. His armour slowed him down a lot and his cloak seemed to get in the way.

Today he felt a quite mood with the calm in his eyes, though the red always remained. Constantly brimming at the edge of his eyes, those same eyes stared back at Ximal. When Ximal asked him if for a request, without hesitation he simply brought an arm up. His hand made a fist and quickly protruded his thumb upward in a positive gesture. Under his hood and scarf he gave half a smile, he enjoyed helping people out. It proved he was actually useful, though it was mostly to himself. After hearing that it carried risks he felt a little concerned, but was quick to not care. Though he'd been on Mizahar for thirty seven years, he still had the arrogance of youth. However he also knew his body could withstand a good deal before breaking. He also knew that Ximal wouldn't kill him on purpose. Chances are he'd just need to wait out the pain or take a trip to the healer. However the chance to get more knowledge in fighting was something he couldn't pass up. Merely rolling his shoulders and flexing his hands he nodded. Taking a breath he prepared his words. "That sounds like a fine, plan. Lets get started then." His gruff voice piercing past his scarf.

Shaking out his thick pale arms he raised them, hands as fists. His feet slowly forming into a stance, sparing was fun though he didn't like the idea. He knew Ximal was out of his league. However with Ximal's armour and cape, it would make him slower, and leave open a few disadvantages he could exploit. As much as that would be the intelligent thing to do. Pride and honour where annoying things unfortunately. Though he lacked a lot of pride he at least thought himself to hold some honour in this life. Even if his face was marked he at least had something. He steeled himself for some hits, waiting to see if Ximal would remove his armour.

[Ximal]

oocBanir gave me permission to auto hit this.

Good, banir would help him. Xi smiled lightly beneath the light beard he'd been growing, he slipped into his fighting stance with ease and grace. Twisting his back foot he slipped in such a small change was for nothing more than balance, his power came from his shoulder and elbow snapping out. Taking a deep breath be closed the gap between them leaving both his cloak and his armour on wanting to know if he could preform this technique with his armour and cloak still on, also he'd need the extra weight to deal enough power to actually get it to take effect against banir. Springing off of his right foot he launched himself into banir's space, using his left hand to punch banir's arms away, belting the lumber like limbs away. Especially with banir they felt like logs rather than arms. Then within his space and with a clear target, Xi twisted his right foot back straight using the slight turning to twist his upper body as well, then bright his right arm out turning it from shoulder, through elbow and then finally twisting the wrist before landing the strike clean onto banir's heart. The blow was designed to not be heavy But to deliver an immense amount of speed and then channel that speed into power. Power to stop the heart from beating for a split second. He'd need the extra weight and density as well as power he could muster to have the blow hit banir hard enough to stop his for that split second. Sliding back onto his left foot and then skidding back a few steps just outside of banir's range incase this strike did not work. If the blow didn't work then \Xi would need to try again with his little extra help bolstered in. Which would probably be his saving grace against denser foes. However, if he could he'd try to learn as much a he could about banir and completely absorb all the knowledge he could about him and change himself accordingly. Still, he needed this to work, then he could really have an upper hand on opponents without the use of his flux. Though he may still need that for the amped up speed if the case called for it. Here though would be one situation where he may need it. However at the moment, he was still waiting to see if banir would come straight after him or whether the blow had worked. Either way he'd attempt it again, using his flux this time.

[Banir Ironwood]

Confounded as Ximal had just, attacked. No light sparing, nothing to get a work up. The man had just moved right in and disarmed him, his father had always been powerful and quick. Ximal was quite a bit faster, he could follow the movements easily. However seeing was one thing, his eyes could follow a lot faster than his hands. And with that said he saw and felt his arms forced aside, watching Ximal move in with a loaded arm. His eyes sparked with rage though kept restrained just barely. Once he felt the impact his body froze, something weird had happened. It seemed like everything around him had slowed down, he could see but couldn't do anything other than that. The trees as they moved with what breeze that blew. Ximal's movements as he moved away from his assault. He couldn't move, he could see and feel but nothing else. It was beautiful to witness for the breath that he saw of it. All of it just slow, beautiful, he could see everything. Each movement in the background of trees and leaves moving in harmony, the dirt disturbed by feet shifting lightly. The light, what little there was, piercing against the leaves casting wild shadows. Then like a flood it overtook him, colour burst into his eyes, red and a curious orange. Wondering what the hell just hit him, more importantly how could he do a punch like that. From slow motion it sped back up, With that he felt his body move, shaking lightly he took a step forward. Unsure as his eyes began to look around, he kept walking forward towards Ximal.

His body was still confused, still trying to balance and correct himself. It wasn't long, but it had been long enough to disorient him. However the next instance he found his footing solid once more. Legs already firm and keeping strong, his defense was down. Arms hanging by his sides, his mind still recovering. How much time had passed? He couldn't say, however once the Surge hit his body everything began to snap back into place. His arms shot up and he resumed as he had been before. Trying to regain himself as he shook his head lightly, the scarf wrapped firmly around his head shifted lightly. Showing a bit of his nose, or really what was missing of it. The massive chunk, the hideous scar that had eaten into his face. The molted flesh around it, showing that extreme heat had scorched across his face. Though it wasn't much of a view, it was enough. With another shake of his head the scarf shifted back into place. Banir was up and ready again, and ready to give Ximal a little piece of his mind.

[Ximal]

Watching banir Xi counted mentally just trying to make sure of the time to see how long before banir's arms snapped back into their places. Ready to fight and stance reset. Xi kept his arms up Xi twisted and ground his heel into the earth. Ready to taker the ramifications, but this was a surprise attack, he could fire it off as often as he needed as it took relatively little energy. Although it did require an absolutely clear target. Hitting the heart directly the impact would cause it to jump and then deprive the brain of blood causing a temporary paralysis. completely muting the target too. eight...nine...ten. At the count of ten banir snapped back into his stance. Perfect. he'd done it he'd created the desired effect with his punch however it was so simple and took little to no effort. However the speed was a definitive, and it required channelling that speed into power with a sudden impact. Rocking back onto his right leg he braced himself for anything that banir might throw at him. Tensing his arms and bracing himself hardening his guard over his body, however he was fully pepped against an assault from banir. "Right your turn that was some what of a cheap shot but i got the results i was after!" Xi grinned at banir before taking a step forwards and almost sayign through body language "come at me bro"

[Banir Ironwood]

Now that he had regained his mind, footing, and his arms where up once more. The thick pale limbs with strong muscles, those same muscles began to coil with force ready to impact. Eyes focusing upon Ximal as he approached him, calmly at first. Cheap shot? Cheap shot!! The damn shyke sucker punched him! If he was gunna fight like that, without honour. Then might as well level the playing field, as he got closer he started to lower his arms. Bringing them to about waist height, giving off a less threatening appearance. The illusion held by taking sure footed but smaller steps. As he got closer his arms tensed and the Surge helped ready himself for his next move. Ximal had foolishly stepped forward. A little advantage he'd eagerly take use of for his attack. This was a fun little thing his father had 'taught' him during one of his many fits of rage. His father was a lot older than him, his skull was thicker too. But of all the beatings, that was the one thing he'd remember for life. Might even turn this into a little family heirloom if he ever gets a child as strong.

Reaching up and out with his thick arms and grabbed Ximal by the shirt, forcing his arms to move as fast as they could. His right arm was a lot faster than his left, once that arm connected his left followed quickly enough. Making sure to dig his fingers into the fabric, muscled arms starting to pull hard and fast. Drawing Ximal in as Banir lowered his head at just the right angle. Leaning into his attack, his thick skull heading right for Ximal's. Closing his eyes as the distance did the same. He was using enough force to lift the taller man off the ground, so once their skulls connected. The flair of pain that shot through his head was pretty terrible. But he knew that Ximal's was worse, his skin and bones weren't as thick as his own. Though knowing that, it still didn't make his own pain any better. Stumbling back he blinked a few times. Realizing just how effective this was he steeled himself once more. Quick to recover from the blunt force of the impact, his forehead was sore. Blow for blow, unless he wanted to fight as such he himself was going back to his more honorable way of fighting. Taking the firm stance he was shown, ready to take the next hit when needed.

[Ximal]

Xi watched banirs motions carefully and watched his eyes the most, and then he saw it, the flash of red but before he could reach he found himself in a dangerous position, lifted off the ground by his shirt, and within an instant after his vision went temporarily black. Feeling himself land back on the ground he velt his vision regain in both eyes but one was looking through red....RED!. Bastard had split the skin on his forehead, and to be lucky he had gotten away with little more. Shaking his head and wiping the blood out of his eye, he lifted himself backup. Friendly spar? Alright Now the game was on. Twisting the positioning of his fist Xi bow began to channel the flux into his biceps and triceps, before unleashign a sharp strike exactly like the first one at banir's chest, this time twisting hios fist to drill it in harder. The searing surge was directly over banir's hear as it connected he yanked his arm back before takign a deep breath. Ten solid seconds to unleash hell. Within half a second Xi had shifted his eight and spoke a small chant out harnessing his brain and roaring his flux into action. He lurched in to banir's space. His flux was now being focused into his biceps triceps quads and hips. "Facing the road of extinction in the flash of an instant...Steel grey" Twisting his body he burst his quads forth and twisted his torso right first, pulling his left arm in tight and striking at banir's torso directly at his liver. The rolling back across to the opposite side he drove his right elbow into banir's spleen. Before taking a step back and drilling a pair f fists into him below his ribcage straight into the diaphragm. Driving the wind clean out of banir. Fast three hit combo finished with a way to drive all the wind clean out of a foe. taking two steps back he allowed the last two seconds of paralysis to pass before banir could feel the full effect of the combination that had just been landed on him.

[Banir Ironwood]

For a moment there was nothing, then the pain began to surge in him. His knees began to shake but he didn't dare let them buckle. Hunched over and holding his mid rift, he couldn't breathe! What was wrong with him! His mouth gaped open and closed, yet no air flowed. He couldn't describe if it was pain or not but all he knew is that if he didn't breathe he'd die. After taking a couple steps and steadying himself, he made sure he had his stance. He hadn't been hit like that since his flesh and bone where softer. Ximal had either lied about being human, or he was somehow amplifying himself. As he stumbled around for a few moments longer. Looking around with deep red eyes showing rage and panic, if he didn't get this next breath then. And with that he grabbed a lung full of air coughing lightly. His arms loosened around his midriff, though pained greatly he wasn't going to let that stop him. Admittedly though his mobility had just taken a nose dive, and the pain in his side and front would hinder him. But he was a warrior! A fighter! If he gave into pain he'd just be a fool looking for a fight.

That damn punch was charged with something extra, wasn't their a type of djed that did such? It didn't matter for right now, all that did matter was getting back in fighting order. As pain flared as he stood upright he could feel the sweat across his brow. He'd been hit enough times, pain was nothing to him. He just needed to fight through it, but damn it was hard enough just to keep his mid section from shaking in pain. Though he wasn't as skilled a fighter as Ximal, he could at least try to pride himself in being able to take more of a beating. Banir started to flex his muscles, trying to steel himself against the pain. His muscles looked a little bigger, though he knew intimidation was pointless on Ximal. For some reason it just seemed appropriate, like he just needed to prove he was tough. Tough enough not to go down after only four hits, five if you count the head butt.

His head still stung, his chest still had pangs reminding him of the strike to his chest. His middle section wouldn't stop screaming in pain. Looking at Ximal he kept his arms up, he wanted to learn what he had done to amplify his hits. Whatever that secret was he'd need to learn it, if a human could do that then what if he used it? Slowly his mind began to limit his thoughts, too much energy to think. Right now, stand up, be careful, examine moves, learn what he could, and do what it took to not lose.

[Ximal]

Watching banir made Xi respect the man a little more than he already did however now...Xi had to end this before banir REALLY got hurt. Taking a deep slow breath Xi lifted his arms watching banir try to pull himself back into position He had to use a take down type move to put banir on his back and make him submit however Xi needed to do it with enough force to actually shake his opponent and make him regret getting back up after that savagely brutal combination. Steel Grey, one of Xi's punishing techniques. Xi really only used it to drive home a point, and the point he made with it this time was that this was a spar, and banir had drawn blood. Now Xi would end this spar rather..Abruptly with another flux technique. His face grew hard as he took another deep breath and drew his djed through his body, up into his biceps and triceps again and his quads once more. Using his consistently favourite muscles. XI charged at banir hands half open and much lower than normal. This would be something Banir hadn't seen Xi use before. now right inside banir's space Xi lurched his hands out and grabbed banir's top hard. much like banir had done, when he head butted him. This would look exactly like Xi was going for a headbutt but then Xi grinned lightly to change the pace. "The deep blood of the hurricane...Dark Crimson. Xi breathed out the words as he slid his right leg between banir's open legs and ground his left heel in like a pivot and then began to twist his upper half, flux charging his abdomen muscles to bolster the force he cold throw banir with. lifting banir clean off the ground with his right leg his left acting as a standing point. banir how in mid air would feel Xi's re-enforce triceps and biceps throwing banir at least four feet away from Xi. Regardless of Banir's density this would shake right the way through him. As this was using The ground as the impact point and banir may be dense, but the ground was by far denser. If banir got up from this Xi might respect him a lot more but start questioing if he gave him brain damage of a sort.

oocthis move does about 5k lbs of force which is enough to cause possible spine damage in a normal human, the flux enhanced version Xi just used is closer to 10k lbs which would be more than enough to put banir down for the count.