Completed The New and The Improving (training yard) (Skret)

[Banir Ironwood]

As Banir charged at her he saw the dodge and maneuver, though he wasn't skilled at dodging around things like she was. But he had planed on her dodge this time. And when he felt the thud on his back of her kick he gave a light grunt, it hurt a little but the pain was easy to ignore. Sharply he turned, pivoting on his left foot, using his leading foot to shift his weight as quick as he could. He had planned for the out come of her moving out of his way. He didn't quite expect the counter when he had his back to her. But it wasn't much of a problem for him, unexpected yes but not much to worry for. She didn't have much weight to put behind her hits like he did. As he turned to face her he approached with quick steps though not at his charging speed. The fact she had chosen to avoid direct confrontation spoke that she had the skills but less so the might to hurt him. Keeping rein on his anger he decided to try and force her into a more direct situation. As he watched her land he brought his fists up steadily reeling back his right arm for an attack. The moment he was in range he brought a fist aiming for her face, a second punch was heading right for her gut as well. He wouldn't hit her hard, she was a warrior, a fighter, but she was no brawler he doubted she could handle pain very well.

The first fist probably wouldn't connect, it was mostly just a distraction for the late fired second fist. And when she either moved or dodged the first, the second fist had the highest chance to strike her right in her side. Just below the rib cage and right into her kidney. It hurt quite a bit, but not half as bad if he intended to actually try an hurt her. His punches couldn't break bones, not yet at least, but they where by far at least able to leave some nasty bruises. He kept advancing with his fists, trying to figure out her next move.

[Skret]

the kick had landed but didn't seem to throw banir off at all. she should have expected this out come as she was essentially a small twig hitting a large boulder. Banir spin around like a flash not missing a beat. He threw a punch aiming for her face she quickly spread out her crane style block with her left arm as if she was a bird unveiling a wing. her move pushed the blow to the side with ease. Although she had successfully blocked the first attack she failed to notice the second attack in time. she made motions to block it pushing it to the side with a block but it still hit her right in the kidney. Sket stumbled back a bit and doubled over in pain. She could tell that he had used restraint in his attack and baised on the pain she could only wonder what his real punches are like.
she indicated to Banir with her hands that she needed a breather. she didn't really take the time to see if he got the message but baised on the fact that he was no longer attacking her he must have.
she didn't want to stop after the first blow so she forced herself to continue.
"okay I can continue..." she said faintly
she used the pain to drive herself forward this time charging toward him. she put her weight on her left leg and sent her right leg that was behind her to swoop in from behind to deliver a kick just below his ribs to return the favor.

[Banir Ironwood]

Banir watched her double over in pain and worry came to him. Had he hit her to hard? This was after all just a practice and the last thing he wanted was someone going to the healers office. Though he found Kali's healing abilities to be astounding he didn't wish to have her treat wounds that could have been prevented by more restraint. Perhaps it was best to just put taps on her body, they'd sting and wouldn't cause her to react like she had done. He lowered his fists and by this extension his own guard. Relaxed he walked and knelt by her, watching her. Her hand raised at him requesting rest, he waited giving her all the chimes she'd need to recover. Muscles flexing and relaxing, nervous if he had indeed caused her harm. Though once her moment of rest was gone she was up and ready to fight. Giving words that said she was in fact prepared to continue he nodded at her and raised his own fists. Preparing himself for the next barrage as he kept his motions as fluid and strong. He had learned a lot since coming to the Spires, mostly how to be punched. But even that is a lesson of its own.

Finally she did something he didn't anticipate, his guard was wide open and when she used all of her weight to hit him. It actually hurt quite a bit, it was one of the soft spots that his body's density couldn't quite protect. Wincing he refused to go down. Ximal had done worse to him, a kick to the side by the short girl was nothing. He convinced himself of this as he tried to maneuver with the pain. Steeling his mind and body for another attack, she wouldn't catch him like that again. Once he learned something in a fight, he did his best to never forget it.

He prepared his own assault now taking a quick step forward to make a grab for her. Hoping to take hold of one of her small arms he had a punch prepared and in ticks it was ready. Driving it forward he decided to use a technique he had learned, and though he lacked the form Ximal had taught him. It was short notice and mixed with his brawlers style. Quickly he brought his fist forward aiming for the middle of her gut. If she had any reflexes she'd crunch her stomach to prevent most of the pain. But this all counted on if he managed to grab hold of her arm.

[Skret]

Banir grabbed hold of Skret's arm with a firm grip, she knew what was coming and braced herself for impact. The muscles in her stomach were tense but the blow still stung. She winced but quickly forced her self to forget the pain. She suddenly saw the prefect opportunity to try a new move. She grabbed onto Banir's arm that was grabbing her arm and jumped onto his stomach with both her feet launching herself into a back flip. she landed a bit clumsily about six feet from banir but quickly straightened back into her proper form. A tree was about 2 feet behind Skret and she almost hit one of the low hanging branches with her feet during the flip. She was sure Banir had the reflex's to protect himself from her attack and that it wouldn't affect him in the slightest but she was still pretty proud she pulled off that attack.

she wondered if her parents would be proud of her little manoeuver probably wouldn't, they never seemed to be. She had beaten many in fights during her training and no matter how good she did they would find something wrong and focus on it. Her sloppy landing she just did would have been the first thing they would zero in on. Probably make her practice doing the move over and over again until she collapsed in exhaustion. she smiled a bit thinking about how she wouldn't have to do that anymore.

during the flip her hood had fallen off revealing her messy brown hair which had started to stick a bit to her forehead from the sweat beginning to form. she kept her hair fairly short but it was still getting in her face a bit, She brushed it out of her face and prepared for Banir's counter attack.

[Banir Ironwood]

Banir saw he make a grab at his arm and began to tense his thick muscles. Pulling them all together to form a natural armour of flesh as the impact struck his stomach. He was lucky that she had missed the soft spot, he had no idea what it was called. The only thing he did know was that it was the weakest point on his torso. Well below the neck at least. Though he cast off these thoughts as he watched the girl flip through the air. Taking pause he examined the area around her and found something he could use. A branch near the tree, looked sturdy enough and would survive a few hits on a harder surface. It was about three feet long and was reasonably sized, it would be hard to use but picking up a random weapon to fight with was something he had grown adept at. Not to mention the tree she was near would provide a forced confrontation. Unless she decided to squirm her way out of such a position once more. His red eyes closed in on Skret. Following her with his eyes trying to predict her next move. She might use the tree or she might dodge around him.

Nodding to himself he figured he'd take a chance, he moved as fast as his bulk could carry him. Then he dived and rolled over the branch, picking it up with his unarmored hand he moved again. Sweat glistening on his form as he moved back to his original path. Stopping just a little short of where Skret was he took a hard stance and swung with a lot of his might. Rapidly bringing the tick wooden branch into striking range. However he let go last second so it would begin to spin with the force of his swing. It was still aimed at Skret, though now Banir was also ready with another counter attack if she dodged. Though chances where she'd just to an easy duck it gave him a chance to quickly move in and try to land a blow on the girl.

[Skret]

Skret glanced at Banir who seemed to not be in any pain after her attack in the slightest. She remembered how kicking him felt, he was like a rock but surely he must have some kind of weakness. She knew that he would probably be weak in the solar plexus but that would be a dangerous place to attempt as it could do much more damage that she would want to inflict in a practice fight. she knew he was weak in the sides but his guard would surely be up in that area. maybe he was weak on the sides of his neck most people didn't have bone there just weak flesh.

while she was pondering this Banir came charging at her, he picked up a tree stump and threw it at her. This was not something she was expecting but it was becoming more obvious that Banir was not the type of fighter she was used to fighting. she quickly ducked, the branch grazed her brown hair and she crouched out of its way.

The branch was clearly used as a distraction for in only moments Banir was ready for another attack. she couldn't read where he was going to land his hit but she prepared to counter attacks depending on his course of action. If he left his neck open she would deliver a swift choping attack to one side of his neck and if his side was open she would attack with a grabbing tiger claw attack. the tiger claw was a painful attack, and was a favourite skill of Sket's father. It involved forming your hand into a shape resembling a tiger paw and grabbing at the flesh of a person. It caused a lot of pain and was also good at grappling and throwing your opponent. not that Sket was ever able to throw anyone with her small frame but still found the attack useful for striking weaknesses.

[Banir Ironwood]

As he had thought she dodged his first attack. The thick tree branch spun off when she ducked and made a loud and powerful crack against another tree. Turns out the damn thing wasn't as strong as his throwing power. But those thoughts where redundant as his full attention turned to his opponent once more. She was caught in his sights as his mind raced and found the action that would be perfect in a point of head on contact. His lumbering form charged her hard and fast, he brought his shoulders forward and kept his arms low. It was like he was going to tackle her however he instead moved as fast as possible into her comfort zone. His left foot stretched beside her own lead foot. His breath was still tempered into slow and even breaths, steady and unwavering even as his body demanded more. With his stance firmly in place he moved in with the blunt of his upper body. His left arm encircling her upper shoulder area. A method to prevent escape on the left, while his right arm was swiftly brought in near about her waist height. The thick, tree trunk like arms began to enclose upon her position. His hands here open ready to grab at her person and hold her in place.

It would take very little time for Banir's crushing arms to engulf her. Though time was a commodity Skret was ill to afford she had a few options open. And although Banir knew it he planned on her jumping back against the tree where he could pin her with his body weight. There he could force a submission, a surrender from her. He knew she could dodge through the hole on his left but he could manage to get a shot in with his elbow to her side. And with his natural body thickness and bone density he knew that frontal assault was unlikely to harm him. Though Banir had on accident left open two spots. One was how his stance was, it offered a shot to a rather sensitive spot on a male. The second was his lower left side, with his leg put by hers and his left arm moving to engulf her smaller frame. His left side was open to an attack. Though intimidating, strong, fast, and large Banir was still very much so mortal. All it would take to land a good blow on him is the observation and skill to pull it off. Chances where the sudden pain would stall his own attack and offer a few more grains of sand in Skret's swiftly draining hourglass for escape.

However Banir was not one to give in, he was not one to give up. All he had ever done was go up against opponents with better skills than him. If they weren't stronger they where faster, if they weren't faster they where more intelligent. Though odds where often against him he fought with everything he had at every opportunity to land even just one blow on his opponent. All Banir wanted to do was get stronger, and if he could win. All the better.

[Skret]

The loud crash of the tree branch startled, she could feel a few small bits of debris hit her in the back, She was thankful she was not in the place of that tree she wasn't sure she could handle a blow like that.
Her attention was back to her opponent who was rampaging at her like wild animal and before she knew it he was dangerously close, It appeared he was going to grab her, his arms closing in fast around her. This was clearly his attempt to prevent her escape, and it certainly was making it difficult.
She quickly looked for any weak points in his defence, his stance allowed for an easy shot to his "nether regions" allowing her to preform the monkey picks peach attack. The attack would be very devastating but she wasn't willing to go near that area. It wasn't an honourable way of fighting and it was also simply indecent.
He also left his lower left side unprotected which was an opportunity she wasn't willing to waste. She quickly struck with her right hand like a viper sticking its prey. Her hand grabbed into his side, digging her finger underneath his ribs. The pain of the attack was sure to slow him down and she moved back to escape his grasp. As she was retreating her back bumped into the tree and it startled her. She had almost forgot that it was there, she then realized that this must have been the purpose of his last attack to scare her into moving backwards into the tree. Once she was their he could trap her against the tree limiting her moment, giving him the upper hand. she was breathing heavy now and her hair was almost drenched with sweat but she had not lost her will to fight.

[Banir Ironwood]

The pain that flared from his side made his arms slowed down as the move to encumber her. His flesh was strong but it still had its soft spots. A bit of frustration gripped him and his red eyes shone true for a moment. He wrapped his arms around him instead, focusing his whole body weight and leaning forward. He put all his weight into his left foot and launching himself forward. With all his weight and using it to force himself towards the small girl, his hulking form quickly shortening the gap between them. As soon as he was within range he raised his arms and slammed his arms against her shoulders. Angled lightly to prevent their movement while his elbows where placed more towards her chest.

The scarf that was on Banir's face had slipped a little, revealing a horrible scar dipped his nose lightly. It looked bad, but it had been worse before. Though this barely distracted from his red eyes, steadily turning white at the edges. He was trying to regain his calm in the heat of the spar. He had to remember this was not a fight to the death. This was just a little way to improve skills and to test metal. Taking a long breath he could smell the effort they had put into this fight. And even with his thick arms and body finely covered in fresh sweat, he could still smell her own exertion. Taking another long slow breath he made sure his footing would prevent a hit to more, sensitive, area. Though his sides where still rather open. That is if she could manipulate her legs as such to make a hit powerful to make him back off.

With this in his mind he decided it was time to end this friendly spar, with his weight against her small frame it was the perfect time. Taking a long steady breath he prepared his words. "I have you, against a tree. You have few, moves left. Do you surrender?" He was having trouble keeping his breath, his damaged throat had been healed very well. But the problem was beyond the skill given to heal. He was still experiencing problems when he worked on exerting himself, or when breathing hard after a good work out like today. Though the girl was small she had skill, she just lacked the strength to do significant damage. Had he been human he was sure his injuries would be more than just flesh wounds ad mild bruising. He awaited her answer, steeling his body in case it was a more violent 'no'.

[Skret]

Before Sket knew what was going on Banir had launched himself into her with great force and slammed her into the tree. The impact took the the breath out of her for a bit and she struggled to reclaim it. In the midst of her struggle she noticed from the corner of her eye that a bit of Banir's scarf had come off him revealing his scared face but also his rage filled red eyes. The alarming sights she was witnessing almost seem to scare the air back into her but breathing still seemed difficult. The grip he had on her was strong and it almost felt like she was being crushed. The overwhelming stench of their collective odours was assaulting her nose with offensive smells.

she needed to get out of this uncomfortable position as soon as possible. Her arms were restrained well, they would be of no use in getting herself out of this situation. His gip was also far to strong to simply slip out, and head butting him would do more damage to her then him. She though she could try using her legs but found little areas for her to strike him. she would have to face facts he had won.
He spoke first informing her of what she had already figured out and requested an end to the spar. his voice was haggard and she could tell that he was tired, she was tired too and probably wouldn't be able to handle anymore fighting. She also wanted to talk a bit as she had just met the man and had barely spoke with him.
"I...! think ...you're right, you won..." she said between heavy breaths.
"shall...we...get to know...each other better?"