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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Jul 21, 2011 11:58:06 GMT -5
Ace laughed at her concern, not in mockery just cause he thought it was funny, "Don't worry about it, I've been told I have a thick skull and a hard head." He said knocking on his head. He mentally checked to make sure everything was fine. It was but there was going to be a big bruise on the side of his face. Not great for appearences but at least he had no concussions. Those sucked pretty bad.
Ace as usuall when he was sparring wasn't wearing shoes. The shoes he wored didn't really give him any great grip and his old boxing shoes, which he wore during challenges or sparing sessions, had broken before his first spar with Elaine. He would have liked them right now seeing as the rain was nearly coming down in a down pour but oh well what could he do about it? He'd have to be careful and try not to run around and slip, though that might be a good idea to do if she got to close.
Ace really had two fighting styles that he preffered to use and that were his best so far. His first and best was his boxing style, he had boxed for a majority of his life and thus was his best style. His second best style was the style he usually used which was a mix of boxing and some Tai-kwon-do. The one he had learned from elaine was a more floaty style that he really hadn't gotton down, and the hit and run style wasn't really a style as much as it was just instinct.
Ace dropped his right arm just in time to block the second hit but the first hit landed cleanly and it nearly made him lose his breath again. The next hit he was ready for as in his oxer stance he always kept both arms up near his face so when he had dropped his right arm his left was still protecting his face. It hurt like hell but Ace ignored the pain. He struck out with a left jab, then a right hook, all aimed at the face. Then he struck again left jab to the face and he put alot of energy and power into his next blow, a right hook to the ribs. Shit he was losing energy fast, if she kept up like this he wouldn't be able to last another twenty minutes hell even less than that. But Ace wouldn't give up, he wasn't about to say uncle he wanted to pin her and win. But danm his arms felt heavy with every punch and his legs were like lead whenever he had to move them.
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Post by marci6 on Jul 26, 2011 12:22:23 GMT -5
Impressive. Only a seasoned fighter could fight like that while holding his breath. Tatyana had expected the direct hit to the solar plexus to down him, make him rasp for air whilst rolling on the ground. From what she'd heard in anatomy class during high school, when someone's breath was knocked out of them, the lungs basically stuck to themselves due to the lack of air pressure. And from her own experience, she knew that the first breath after something like that was painful, and difficult, and disorienting.
So the only possible way for Ace to be continuing like this was that he was holding his breath. She gave him a split second, very subtle frown, then had to deal with his rapid counters. She blocked or deflected the three attacks to her face, but that blocked her sight and she soon felt something ram into her side. A groan of pain escaped her and she doubled over, screwing her eyes shut for a second. But that was all the time it took for her to regain her presence of mind, and thus she rolled away from him, standing several feet away and gripping her side.
”Hot damn.” She said, then spat out some blood from when she'd apparently bit her tongue. Tatyana gave a light chuckle, bending over with her hands on her knees for a second. ”That was a good hit. You earned a second to get your breath back.” Sometimes men weren't very good for themselves. All of that action, even though it had only been a few seconds, really, would be a big strain on the body if he didn't replenish his oxygen. So she waved a hand at him again, taking a couple of deep breathes before standing back up and looking up at the sky.
Of course, they were both drenched by now. And Tatyana had mud all over her from the roll. But she didn't mind very much—she'd been less comfortable almost every day at the military academy. After allowing a minute for the two to breath, Tatyana nodded to him and stepped forward. ”Alright. Unpause.” She dropped into her kickboxing stances and struck like an angry viper. Two roundhouse kicks with her right foot, one to the side and one aimed toward the head, were followed by a powerful back kick with her left leg. This was meant to hit him square in the chest, and hopefully knock him back a few steps if not knock him over with the aid of the slick mud.
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Jul 26, 2011 13:36:15 GMT -5
If he wasn’t so focused at the moment he hit her would have been jumping for joy. That was a good hit too, he would need more of those before he could pin her to the ground though. She had rolled away and secretly Ace was glad, he could barley keep himself up at the moment and he needed to catch some air. He was so tired but he needed to stay upright, needed to stay in the fight.
“Thanks.” Ace said breathlessly as he rested his hands on top of his head, trying to cool down and trying to regain his breath. He took a couple of deep breaths and he felt the some energy creep back into him. His legs weren’t lead anymore they were more like a pile of bricks, but that’s all he needed to last a little bit longer. He turned his head towards the sky and felt the cooling drops of rain splash against his face. Oh how refreshing that felt, he opened his mouth, just a little, and tried catching some drops to give him a little refreshment.
Ace looked at himself and he was soaked to the bone, his shirt was heavy and was weighing him down. Screw modesty, he thought to himself as he pulled it off and threw it towards his bag. There now he felt lighter, and a little faster. Ace wasn’t muscled up like any of those pro boxers or body builders. Ace was lean and fast and suited him better than having eighty pounds of muscle. He was lean and it suited him better, he was fast and strong but not buffed out.
When she said unpause he was barely ready in time. He had just pulled up his fists to block a rather hard roundhouse to the face and he was already reeling from the one to the side. The roundhouse to the face hit his arm full force and he lost his footing. He tried to regain it but she attacked again and the attack nailed him in the chest. He stumbled backwards and he was so close to falling over until he hit a tree. They had somehow fought their way to the edge of the clearing, but that wasn’t what was going on in his head at the moment. Since he had taken his shirt off his back was unprotected against the rough bark and he gained a few scratches that hurt pretty bad. Hopefully there were no splinters else that would suck.
Ace pushed off of the tree and he staggered his way towards her. He walked slow because he was catching a little rest but the moment she was in his reach his fist shot out left then right. He was slowly inching his way closer to her. Then when she was close enough he ducked down as if to go for a strong uppercut. Then he leaped and basically instead of an uppercut he tackled her in a bear hug hoping that he could knock her into the ground and pin her by keeping his weight ontop of hers. It was a desperate move, he knew he couldn’t beat her but it was a last ditch attempt to win.
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Post by marci6 on Jul 26, 2011 14:43:12 GMT -5
Tatyana couldn't have cared less that the boy had scraped his back on the tree. She had a habit of being heartless, and just because she was enjoying fighting with him immensely didn't mean she felt any worse for that than she did for breaking the nose of the boy in her class that time. She may, if he wished, check him for splinters later, but right now she was more concerned with beating the crap out of him than anything else. Cocky boy challenging her to a sparring session.... Tatyana shook her head with a slight smirk, backing away from him slightly.
This tactic was familiar to her. She used it herself—acting tired and slowly closing the distance between herself and the subject. The experienced fighter deftly blocked his blows, breathing heavily herself but nowhere near as tired as he was at this point. She could tell he was slowly getting closer, but she wasn't completely certain whether it was because he was being sloppy or by some ulterior design. This was answered soon enough, however, when he buckled down for an 'uppercut'.
Instinct more than anything saved her from the full effect of his feint. She almost fell for it, but she was much too interested in saving energy than keeping the proximity for an effective attack. Thus, when he crouched down for what she suspected was an uppercut, she took a short step away from him, giving her room enough to deflect, rather than block. She was surprised when he gave it all up in a last effort, her eyes widening profusely when he launched himself at her. But she was far enough away to position herself a little. Only a little. But she managed to make it so that one of her arms was inside the embrace, and then down they went.
She landed on her back with him on top of her, her breath leaving her with a great 'oof'. But she did what he'd done earlier, clamping her jaw shut and refusing to take in a breath. She shoved her arm to the side, sliding his tight hold toward her shoulder. Then, with determination and non-too-gentle shoving a squirming, the woman speedily slid her way out of the hold and dragged herself away from him.
The first breath that came to her was non-too-pleasant. It was a loud, painful, rasping breath, and a heck of a lot of coughing came with it. But she stood up afterward, pressed her fists against the small of her back, and leaned into them. A dozen little pops sounded, and she let out a relieved sigh. Damn, he was heavy. Tatyana moved over to him, then gave his shoulder a pat. Her smile was not as scary as it had been before. It was as though a curtain had been raised, and enough of her was showing to convey camaraderie and respect. ”You ready for a break, kid?”
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Post by AMBER SAVANNAH JAMES AMBROSE on Jul 26, 2011 15:25:52 GMT -5
((geh its really short but my brothers want me to play outside and I wanted to post. Bleh sorry about this))
Ace lay on his stomach in the mud listening as Tatyana rolled away and breathed. He was tired and the mud was comfortable, heck a bed of spikes would have been comfortable. The adrenaline was out of his system and he began to feel the pain in his face from the kick and every where else. IT was what kept him awake. Slowly he rolled over letting the cool mud sooth his scratched up back. He opened his eyes and looked up a smiling face. A break? Sure why not, Ace nodded too tired to speak. He got up slowly feeling the hurt pretty intensely and he shuffled his way to the bags. Ace was happy the tree they placed their stuff under was somewhat dry so nothing in his bag had gotten to wet.
Ace pulled out a bottle of water and drank thirstily offering another too Tatyana. He was thinking back to his last move, when he tackled her and he noticed something, for a very cold hard woman, she was soft and warm, what the hell was his tired brain thinking of? He shook his head and went to lean up against the tree but stopped himself short when he remembered how bad his back was throbbing.
“Hey Teach?” He said turning away from her, “Can you check for splinters please?” He asked tiredly. He sat Indian style and arched his back his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. Ace was tired and the drone of the rain lulled him to sleep. His eyes closed and he was breathing softly, tired from using up all that energy.
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Post by marci6 on Jul 28, 2011 15:34:02 GMT -5
Tatyana held her hand out for the boy, meaning to help him up, but he seemed too tired to notice. When he was halfway up she stood, letting her hand fall but still ready for him to collapse. Her smile muted a bit, but it was still there, as real and nonthreatening as it had been before. In many small ways, this boy was impressing her left and right. Still, she trumped him in the fighting compartment. It was experience and trained stamina, that was all. When he got to be her level he would win by virtue of his superior size and strength. Which was why Tatyana never went anywhere without her knife.
She took a step after him, moving her hand to pat his back. But then she remembered he'd torn it up, and so she lowered it, merely following him to the backpack. ”You know, you may have been able to win if you had grappled me earlier. If you'd had enough energy, you could have pinned me.” She said this now, because there was no way he could do it. The girl had to admit to herself, at least, that the feel of being immobilized by a man was terrifying to her. Though she didn't say it right now, she knew that she would fight in any dirty way she could think of to get out of a hold.
Water was amazing at this point. With a nod to the boy, the teacher accepted the bottle and drank almost as thirstily as he. But because she knew it would be a long walk backi n the rain, she stopped herself before she was fully satisfied. Cramps were not fun, and a little debilitating, and she did not feel like dealing with them. Yana was just about to put the bottle up in the pack and suggest they go back to the academy when he addressed her.
She looked at him, her face now blank and emotionless as per usual. Though there was hesitation, she nodded a bit and walked slowly over to him. The woman crouched, pulling wet bits of hair out of her face and peering at his torn up back. Goodness. Without thinking, she placed a hand on him and tried to feel where the worst bits were. It was gentler than usual, knowing that it would pain him, but it was hardly a caress as she tried to get a good idea of the damage in the limited visibility.
Before she had even gotten started, she noticed that his breathing had slowed and deepened. Peering over his shoulder, she realized that he was dozing off. A small smile hit her lips unexpectedly. But she hid it, even from herself, trying to deny that now that he was completely tuckered out, she was able to relax much more than usual. Dozing and with barely any energy was not a very threatening combination, she had to admit. Thus, it was not hard for her focus solely on his muscular back, finding and slowly working out each splinter.
When she was done, she leaned back for a second, inspected him, and started standing with a private smile. Her hand lightly tapped his shoulder, then she turned away and moved back toward the packs. ”You're good. Weren't very many splinters in there to begin with, but I got them out.” By she time she'd slung her backpack over her shoulder and turned to face Ace again, Tatyana had a decidedly different sort of smirk on her face. ”Come on, squirt. They'll be missing you soon.”
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