A Place To Hit Stuff [T|Boxing Dojo|PM2ENTR]
Apr 30, 2013 0:55:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2013 0:55:39 GMT -7
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Soon, or at least soon enough, I was sliding back and forth across the floor with fluidity, and was able to replicate even the more advanced dodging maneuvers and shit in opposite. So, yeah. Fuck you too, idea. I can do it. So there. I was slipping easily between these Boxing practices, mastering them one by one; I was on a roll, it could be said, and fuck if the hill was reaching an end any time soon. I quite my incessant shimmying upon my feet to resume my regular stance, once again pausing to descend into brief meditation upon just what it was that I should train next. My eyes began to stare through the bag hanging above me as I mused...
Well, I mean, I had already determined a fairly effective stratagem for countering an attack to both the inside and outside of it, which was all well and good; but what if, for some reason, I did not want to - or simply could not - shift to the side? If that path was obscured or unreasonable? In a fight all eventualities had to be expected and have a coinciding reaction; those who were better-armed in such ways almost always emerged victorious. So I would have to figure out a way to parry and return by moving backwards away from an attack, also... or so I figured I may as well try.
The question was a bit more of a how - the bag was idle, and so a rough arm-length could be easily determined from its center point, but attempting to synthesize a forward step was slightly more difficult, especially since I reckoned a form of backward lean would be quintessential to this technique, melding my own pose to that of the opponent and taking advantages of the angle one placed themselves in upon a forward strike to dig at their gut or limb with an underarm attack. I grimaced slightly, before an idea suddenly came to me; my eyes widened, before my brows descended upon them, and I stepped forward to clasp the sack with both hands.
After grasping it, I would do naught but simply shove it away from myself, pushing it into a backward arc, before quickly reassuming my stance, zoning down into battle mod, raising my arms into their usual combative positions; as the bag swung backwards, I concentrated intensely upon it, screening all the rest of reality from my mind as it began to slow in its motion, reaching its peak, before arcing back towards me. I had shunted it with quite a bit of force, and so as I stood there, in the center of its striking range, I would receive quite the knock if I did not do something about it. But, of course, that was where my counter came into play.
As the pendulum was about to hit me, my counter would engage. My left arm, hanging in front of my face, would be brought back in towards it, elbow being curled in on itself as my rigid forearm and fist would be held in defense of my face, and the elbow would be held in front of my body enough to protect it, as well. But this was not the only step to my parry; as the physics of the situation stood, the bag would impact with my stomach regardless, so I had to shift my weight backwards, bending at the knee so my elbow protruded far enough to take the brunt of the blow, this secondary arm hopefully held at a competent enough angle that it would be too solid for the back to properly break through.
Meanwhile, my primary arm, the one used to counter, would trade places with my left one, and be extended outwards; it was twisted over at the elbow, becoming a downwards-facing hook at the angle it itself was bent at. As such, the arcing sack collided with my secondary elbow, squishing up onto my entire arm, where its momentum was deadened quite adamantly; in that moment of exhaustion my attacking fist would dig into its now nicely-angled surface, a blow that would not only likely injure it were it sentient but indeed push it away from me is as it still had to abide by the laws of physics, living or not. I myself had to take a step backwards after the brunt of the blow, but I was not exactly injured, just forced away.
I resumed my stance and watched the sack with a mixture of curiosity and smugness as I observed its reaction, thunking about at distorted angles upon its chain, before finally settling back into stationary normality. I sighed, chuckled slightly at the absurdity of what I had just done, and stepped back up to face my inanimate adversary once again.[/ul][/justify]