Another Place To Hit More Stuff [T]
May 11, 2013 3:31:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 3:31:55 GMT -7
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: A technique that decreases knock back distances.
Special: ---
Drawback: Only works if the user is standing on the floor and is not in any way brought into the air, or removed from their stance.
Description: This technique was devised against knock back techniques. The great fighters of olden times thought that being knocked away from an opponent would be considered very dangerous and for that created a technique in which the user brings down their center of gravity locking them down into place against the earth they stand on. Doing so they would propel their leg muscles forward holding themselves into place reducing knock back attacks. When the user first learns this technique knock back is quickly reduced by eighteen percent. This means that if a user is knocked back twenty meters initially they are really knocked back for only sixteen meters. When the user learns the "C" rank version of this technique knock back is reduced by thirty six percent. When the user learns the "B" rank version of this technique knock back is reduced by fifty four percent. When the user learns the "A" rank version of this technique knock back is reduced by seventy two percent. Then finally when the user learns the "S" rank version of this technique knock back is reduced by ninety percent. However if a user is knocked up into the air, or their footing is lose then they are no longer able to perform this technique.
Limit: Must learn in a gym that teaches Bokushingu (Boxing), Must know all Basics[/ul]
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Grumbling slightly, I followed in Akihiko’s wake as we trudged through Takigakure’s main park, a place I occasionally ensconced myself and founded a secluded spot within where I would train. Today, however, I was being dragged along by the blonde kid, several paces ahead of me in his eagerness – thankfully, his torso was clothed on this occasion – as he led me to a spot he had more or less forced me to follow him to. I tried to pass it off as no big deal that he was leading me out into the woods, and especially disregarded what he may well have thought about the whole occasion. He was a skilled fighter, and I had demanded a rematch against him for our previous encounter – which had been indecisive – and these were his terms. I scratched my nose uncomfortably as people glanced, and I immediately saw things that may or may not have been there in those glances; I growled at each and every one of them in warning, which irritatingly enough seemed only to amuse some. Jesus, what the fuck was I, fifteen? That was how people treated me sometimes, I swear, and it was fucking infuriating.
I followed him all through the greenery; he assured me he knew of a suitable, secluded spot for our spar – secluded… fuck’s sake – and the further we progressed the more I suspected that the area he had in mind may very well be exactly where it was I usually trained. I wasn’t wrong.
”Oh, this place.” I gave as I emerged into the sun-bathed arena of the glade, perhaps placing in a note of disappointment in my voice that needn’t really have been there. Turning back to me with most of his dismay hidden, the Bear AnBu asked with a slight dejection of his own, ”You know of it?” I nodded, preferring to stand at the edge of the open as opposed to he, who stood almost at its centre. Immediately, he seemed to turn the negativity on its head. ”Well, that’s cool; you’ll be all the more familiar with it, then.” He remarked, smiling happily. I replied only with a scowl, deciding I may as well step out into the clearing proper if this was going to go down, though I never really looked towards him much. ”So, we gonna do this or what?” I complained, venturing only then to look towards him, and he grinned in that smug sort of way that really ground on me. ”Always eager to bash something up.” He commented.
My eyes momentarily blazed a dark fire as these words struck me like a lively spark in the darkest recesses of my nature; how fucking dare he say that? I snarled an audible snarl, but as he noticed this he simply looked towards me, suddenly quite serious, and I heard a second echo of his words; ugh, was that some kind of concern? My anger died, to be replaced only with a rueful sort of scowl. Stupid kid; why try and get close to me? What the fuck could that possibly achieve? I simply looked towards him, and after another serious second or two, he muttered,
”Yes; I think we’d better start.”
My eagerness to punch the shit out of him had somewhat diminished; before we’d set out he’d handed me a roll of black boxing tape to wrap about my fists, and I had obliged him; he, too, had his hands wreathed in the stuff, and he now assumed a boxing stance that I mirrored exact, a combat tension settling quite instantly over the scene. That confident mask had moulded onto Akihiko’s face – a fighter’s composure, the kind of shit I had never really paid much attention to. ”Something I would like to see,” He spoke out, ”is your ability to properly defend against a pushing attack; just how powerful, indeed, your stance truly is. Ready yourself.” He commanded, and for a minute I was wholly tempted to tell him to fuck off; but then again, he had probably upped me during our last match, even if just by a little, so I decided I may as well play along with his little game.
I don’t know – how powerful was my stance? I began to consciously inspect it, looking down in the obscure amount of time I’d been allotted, testing the angle of my knees and how they were bent – as I shifted through different flexures, but none seemed especially strong in comparison to the posture I had naturally assumed, though I did notice my back foot had been pointing somewhat aimlessly off centre, a brace not operating at full capacity, and I naturally corrected this, a little grudgingly, for I knew blondie was probably watching closely. My foot dug even deeper into the slightly moist grass – there had probably been a shower overnight – and when I felt the lower portion of my stance was up to scratch, I moved onto the upper half.
I looked towards Akihiko as I corrected the alignment of such angles. My hip seemed to be in order with the way it was pointing, my higher torso following along in that regard – at about a forty-five degree angle towards my opponent – that was correct, right? Honestly, I didn’t know, and after much consideration – asking for Akihiko’s opinion hardly even occurring and certainly not eventuating – I simply moved on, figuring it would have to fucking do. I moved my attention to my arms, rolling my shoulders slightly as I clenched them inward to the slightest degree, a little meticulous considering I had no fucking clue what I was doing. I was just aiming for what felt natural; there was no real ‘click’, like ’Oh yeah, that’s how; I got it,’ as I felt perhaps there should have been, but certainly the alignments I stuck with felt the most natural and, I could only suppose would follow, more robust. Instinct was a good thing in combat, right? Fuck, if I couldn’t believe that, I couldn’t believe shit.
There was a lapse in my pedantic yet somehow still lackadaisical adjustments. ”Ready?” Akihiko inquired from across the space, and as I transferred my gaze towards him, feeling compact and maybe a bit more secure – probably a placebo but fuck you – in my stance, I simply shrugged, winced as I realized this would put me out of place, and affirmed with a nod. ”Good.” Was all he said, and as usual with people I seemed to be locked in combat with frequently, he just sort of disappeared, leaving only a vwoop! behind as a note of his departure… but I was all too aware he would reappear soon.
All of my muscles grew rigid as, probably stupidly, I did not prepare myself to dodge or parry the attack; I simply held my arms close together in a combination block, gritting my teeth as I waited for the impact to arrive, as I knew it would. Indeed, blondie phased into existence only a step out from me, his left arm pulled back in what was an odd, open-palmed assort, but one that seemed threatening while accompanied by his intense blue stare, which was fixated with deadly intention upon the block I held in front of me, which I can safely say I was now rooting even more desperately for. Using all the forward momentum of his rush, the kid shot his arm out like a laser, only one that also functioned somewhat like a battering ram as it collided with my aegis. I felt the explosion transfer all through my arms, compressing them in towards my chest, feeling the force there too as it just burst outward, and I knew I was going to be taken for a trip then and there.
My stance crumbling pitifully for all the work I’d sort of put into it, I was flung from my feet – literally, I was airborne for like half a second – and sent sprawling across the wet grass, skidding some two meters, almost ending up at the shadowy border of the glade once again. As I slid to a halt, having gone head over heels – mental note: Do not repeat that sentence aloud to Akihiko ever – and ended up landing with quite the painful thud upon the turf, I took a brief moment - which I reckon should have been offered with good grace - to hurt. I gritted my teeth against the pain that coursed mainly through my arms, but also my chest, which my extremities had unfortunately been unable to halt.
Damn that kid was fucking strong.[/ul][/justify]