Ball nodded and stepped back several feet from the target, looking at it from this distance Ball could see the whole thing better. His target was human sized, nearly the size of his patron knight. Hanging by rope that kept it upright Ball could see the damage he dealt to the mannequin’s one leg, it hung there ragged with two pieces of jagged broken wood hanging from the hole. He could see the slight impact impressions of where Markus indicated where he wanted to hit the dummy. Stomach just below the ‘ribcage’ or the nether region...
Ball had a choice at this point. He flexed his body, pondering his choices as he allowed his body to flex, twist, and contort into odd shapes as he released any annoying air bubbles that existed with crackling pops from within. Ball nodded he had a good idea where he was going to make connection with. The dummy wasn’t a moving, living being, so the target wasn’t going to dodge his attack. Ball took in a deep breathe and started to run towards the dummy. Ignoring his patron’s positioning to the thing Ball kept increasing his speed, as he moved his upper body shifted on the outside, tapering to a sharp point from the waist up, Ball’s arms were pulled into the shape-shifting outcome.
As he got closer, Ball’s inner body was also being contorted into a spring formation, with each running step closer the spring tightened. At the critical point of inner tension Ball was a foot and a half away from the mock enemy. His feet were moving so fast only one was on the ground, using the minor lose of momentum to stop hard on it his knees bent and he pushed off hard.
As he pushed off his lower body pulled up, the legs mashing together and then folding up into his waist to form a semi-spherical dome on the bottom.
The point of his body made impact with the stitching that formed the junction between the legs, his initial momentum was enough to drive his body through the canvas and stitching, into the inner stuffing which consisted of molding wool and straw (both probably from the stables no less). Second later and it appeared his body was lost within.
It was no that Ball released his second attack from within the hot stuffed dummy. The tightly coiled inner spring of Ball’s body released and his body shot forward, it didn’t move far before the dome of his body connected with the straight and stiff wooden pole that was the spine, a dull crack was heard and his body shifted trajectory and came out of the dummy’s front side...
The pycon’s body tore through the canvas just above the location that would be a person’s belly button. As his body existed it pre-existing combat pointed form was replaced by his bald faceless head and arms. When he was out complete his legs were reformed and his trajectory was slowing and angled to the ground. Just before impact the pycon tucked himself into a nearly perfectly formed ball and rolled to a slower pace before rolling onto his feet and coming to a stand still and turning back towards both Ser Pycon and the training dummy.
Ball had a choice at this point. He flexed his body, pondering his choices as he allowed his body to flex, twist, and contort into odd shapes as he released any annoying air bubbles that existed with crackling pops from within. Ball nodded he had a good idea where he was going to make connection with. The dummy wasn’t a moving, living being, so the target wasn’t going to dodge his attack. Ball took in a deep breathe and started to run towards the dummy. Ignoring his patron’s positioning to the thing Ball kept increasing his speed, as he moved his upper body shifted on the outside, tapering to a sharp point from the waist up, Ball’s arms were pulled into the shape-shifting outcome.
As he got closer, Ball’s inner body was also being contorted into a spring formation, with each running step closer the spring tightened. At the critical point of inner tension Ball was a foot and a half away from the mock enemy. His feet were moving so fast only one was on the ground, using the minor lose of momentum to stop hard on it his knees bent and he pushed off hard.
As he pushed off his lower body pulled up, the legs mashing together and then folding up into his waist to form a semi-spherical dome on the bottom.
The point of his body made impact with the stitching that formed the junction between the legs, his initial momentum was enough to drive his body through the canvas and stitching, into the inner stuffing which consisted of molding wool and straw (both probably from the stables no less). Second later and it appeared his body was lost within.
It was no that Ball released his second attack from within the hot stuffed dummy. The tightly coiled inner spring of Ball’s body released and his body shot forward, it didn’t move far before the dome of his body connected with the straight and stiff wooden pole that was the spine, a dull crack was heard and his body shifted trajectory and came out of the dummy’s front side...
The pycon’s body tore through the canvas just above the location that would be a person’s belly button. As his body existed it pre-existing combat pointed form was replaced by his bald faceless head and arms. When he was out complete his legs were reformed and his trajectory was slowing and angled to the ground. Just before impact the pycon tucked himself into a nearly perfectly formed ball and rolled to a slower pace before rolling onto his feet and coming to a stand still and turning back towards both Ser Pycon and the training dummy.
Created goes to Euthisa
I love how the viewpoint switches from Student to Teacher then vice versa as I read your posts.
