80th Spring 513 AV "Try not to crush me" Luradin said with a mixture of serenity and jollity as he looked up at his hulking friend. His hands were ready at his chest and he bobbed up and down thoughts of tactics and victory surging through his head as a psychological preparation for his battle - even though it was no one of large severity. With a deep signalling breath he clenched his hands into fists and felt primal state-of-mind take a hold as he lunged forwards on the balls of his feet. He went from side to side as he moved and then sprang like a jackal into the air. With a flourishing motion he contorted his body into a spin, gathering force as limbs dragged air around his body and created a sort of rushing around him. Centrifugal force build up and Luradin aimed a punch into the softer part of the Jamoura's neck. Luradin's mind was beginning to train itself to think ahead and he had already prepared his landing behind the Jamoura, followed by a roll to increase range between the two combatants. |