Bones own preferred style tended to focus heavily on his snake heritage. It was all about being loose and fluid, continuous motion, entangling and getting in close to ones foe. He avoided brute force techniques, instead redirecting or avoiding blows and reacting as needed. It was something better suited perhaps for a weaker combatant, but because of this it allowed Bones to usually fight without showing his unusual Dhani strength. Of course if it was needed Bones could crank things up a notch, and use his full strength, in this case matching the power and ferocity of a charging Akalak. Where an Akalak was a large person with thick muscles, a Dhani had compact and lean muscles that often went unnoticed, similar to a snake. One didn't see a musclebound snake in the wild, but that didn't stop them from constricting and killing foes, snapping limbs and necks with ease. As he went in close his foe spun about, trying for an elbow strike before Bones could clinch him in a grab. While Bones was able to avoid it, it did force him to step back and stopped him from making said grab. His body acted without thinking, talking a partial step back and ducking under the elbow swing as the Akalak spun about in close. As he took his half step back and ducked, his opponent also added distance, moving backward in the opposite direction and away from Bones. When his foe finished his backward move and stopped his spin, he faced Bones with a new expression. One familiar to him. A look of rage. A look of anger. A look of tearing and biting and ripping. Something he'd seen and experienced at times, before he'd gotten his own anger under control... Though perhaps not so much control, as guidance. He knew to control ones anger was to block it, which meant committing ones efforts to doing so. No, his own technique of dealing with his great inner rage when it surfaced was to guide it, the same as he had earlier guided the mans fist so as to make his punch miss. Clearly this man didn't have that skill. He watched as the man stopped in his tracks, dug in, and launched himself at Bones similar to a bull charging. Arms out, face enraged, rushing without thought or technique at his instructor. Having lost all control. Bones watched and studied his foes motion, feeling his breathing slow as he calmed himself, as he let his body untense and loosen in preparation for the next needed motion. He did nothing at first, simply letting the larger man rush him. To commit to his motion as a charging yukmen did. One step, then two. Bones watched, waiting for the opportune moment, aware of his own body and the form pounding at him. He inhaled. He exhaled. Then he moved. Not too early, not too late, but when motion was needed. He waited till the man was almost upon him, almost reached him in his charge, when he suddenly ducked and performed a forward roll off to his left and to the right shoulder of the man charging him. He had waited until he was almost upon him so he wouldn't have time to change direction, wouldn't have time to react and correct. Bones would do his roll, tumbling forward and onto one shoulder, then popping up into a crouching position, from which he could pop back to a standing spot. If all went as planned, the Akalak would pass him by and Bones would pop up almost directly behind him, requiring him to turn a complete 180 to face Bones. If he did that, Bones would wait until he began his turn, before stepping forward and letting out a single punch using his full force, something he'd not done the rest of the spar. A single punch aimed at the mans side, before stepping backward back out of range of the enraged man. |