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Bones take on a new student in a private spar.

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[Lo'campo]A lesson yearned[Bare Fists and Broken Bones]

Postby Ssafirsotibones on June 22nd, 2016, 9:55 pm

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.
Bones is a Constrictor Dhani. He likes to eat meat. He also has some speech problems.

When he speaks, a double s (ss) means a [th] sound, that he cannot say.

A triple s (sss) means just an [s], but it is extended in his speech.

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[Lo'campo]A lesson yearned[Bare Fists and Broken Bones]

Postby Lo'campo on June 22nd, 2016, 10:40 pm

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The furious Oumoc stampeded towards the man. "Oumoc! Don't kill him!" Lo'campo shouted at the Akalak who was now blind and deaf with rage. Oumoc wasn't going to kill the man, but he was going to try his damnest to rip the mentor limb by limb. He was closing in now, a predator ready to feast upon it's prey. Five steps, four, three, two. This was it, he was going to collide with the man. Full force, hard, fast and not holding anything back. He took a breath holding it in so his body could increase in size, make his mass bigger. He was ready for impact.

Before he knew it the instructor had vanished, disappeared into a roll. Coward! Oumoc bellowed mentally. It took him a short while to stop and change direction. Placing one foot in front of the other in a pivot maneuver, using his weight to balance himself out as he charged the man once more. They were closer to each other this time meaning that he couldn't escape. He watched as the man came out of his roll eyes of determination fixed on the rampaging blue giant.

Oumoc lunged as he stepped in sending a punch that connected with the Akalak's side. The punch was strong, very strong, bone breaking even as his body bent almost a full 90 degrees from the impact. He loved it. More! give me more!" He growled hurting but still towering over the man even when bent. Raising his hand he brought it down fast, hard aiming for the head and neck area. Now this is a fight. He didn't know why old blue eyes was going easy on the man when he clearly knew how to deal damage-

He was going to love this. Pain shot through his side fueling his body, rushing through his veins like some addictive drug. They were two sides of the same coin. Two horses running the same track one on parallel sides. Looking to add go full force in the so called "spar" Oumoc quickly went to place his large foot upon the man's smaller one. If all went well he would connect, he would land a hit and show Campy who the stronger personality really was.

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[Lo'campo]A lesson yearned[Bare Fists and Broken Bones]

Postby Ssafirsotibones on July 4th, 2016, 6:13 pm

As Bones moved, his foe acted as he expected. Due to his delay, his foe hadn't had time to stop, and so had been committed to charging right past. If he'd been a bit wiser, more skilled, he might have kept on going, waiting to be well clear before turning about.

Instead he turned on the spot, wanting to come right at Bones once more.

He made his punch, aimed at being painful and not causing permanent damage, at least as compared to some other places he could have targeted.

Instead of the pain putting him off, it seemed to excite him.

As soon as he made the punch his foe had prepared to lash out, swinging an arm at Bones.

Bones simply continued his backward motion he'd started when the punch ended, moving out of range as his foe swung a blow aimed at his head and neck.

After making the flailing swipe at Bones, the pain of the earlier strike he had received to his side seemed to hit him in full.

As the Akalak moved to come at him once more, Bones took a step back out of range, and then glared at him, a cold anger coming across the Dhani's face.

“Enough!!!” he yelled at the blue man.

“Control yourssself! We are done. Ssisss isss a ssspar, not a battle to sse deass! Now control yourssself, before I do it for you!”

Where before Bones had kept a passive, almost bored expression on his face, now his face had grown calm. Dangerously calm.

His glare and body language combined into an intimidating whole, which made it quite clear what would happen if the blue man didn't heed his words.

“Guide sse fury, to a purpossse. Do not have it overcome and control you.”
Bones is a Constrictor Dhani. He likes to eat meat. He also has some speech problems.

When he speaks, a double s (ss) means a [th] sound, that he cannot say.

A triple s (sss) means just an [s], but it is extended in his speech.

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[Lo'campo]A lesson yearned[Bare Fists and Broken Bones]

Postby Lo'campo on September 15th, 2016, 8:50 pm

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"You sound just like old blue eyes. The honorable and pride filled type. What is the point of battle if you're only going to cushion your strikes? You kill the weak and challenge the strong. We are one and alike me and you. I can see it. I can smell it on you. Two predators in a city full of prey. Now Dhani, fight me.

It had taken him a while to figure it out, but he was sure of it when the man hit him. He'd had fought a plethora of battles, with a myriad of men, women, and beasts, children even, and in all his battles only two people have ever hit him that hard, one being an Akalak, the other a Dhani that had broken into the orphanage and seeing that he wasn't tall and blue that only left his other assumption.

Gripping his robe top he removed garment followed by the cotton shirt underneath exposing his blue flesh tattered in scars and the new bruise that was forming with a dark blue hue. "We've fought your kind before, it was a slimy bastard with one hell of a tail. Nearly caved our chest in, sliced or back too. It was a battle worth the coin we got for selling its dead corpse.

A devious smirk crept across his face. He aimed to make the man angry, to see the damage he could really do to a body. The world was just a giant food chain. You either ran and hid with the other weak prey, or you stood and fought among the stronger predators. Kill the weak so the strong may prosper. Tightening his sash so his lower garments were secure, he then proceeded to fix his hair into a tighter bun.

Prepared and ready, he got into his stance. Standing tall and erect at full height, feet shoulder width apart, knees slightly bent for stability. His hands were up palms halfway open, arms extended. He was ready. I'm going to assume that the last Dhani I fought was just a weaker prey. Now that i'm standing in front of a true predator come show me the power of your race. Do me the honors of fighting me as the beast under that skin.
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