Honk Honk [Training|P]
Jul 29, 2013 at 7:03pm
Post by Haruaki :o) on Jul 29, 2013 at 7:03pm
Lo Kiu
Rank: C
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: Placing the right leg forward, the user extends their body to grapple an opponent's bicep and wrist. The right hand grips tightly to the bicep, just underneath the muscle, and the left hand grips tight between wrist and hand. With a twist to the right, the user having secured the pressure points in the arm, the opponent will feel incredible pain. This is a submissive grapple that allows for a limited amount of follow up techniques to be performed.
Limit: Must be drunk to do.
Rank: C
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: Placing the right leg forward, the user extends their body to grapple an opponent's bicep and wrist. The right hand grips tightly to the bicep, just underneath the muscle, and the left hand grips tight between wrist and hand. With a twist to the right, the user having secured the pressure points in the arm, the opponent will feel incredible pain. This is a submissive grapple that allows for a limited amount of follow up techniques to be performed.
Limit: Must be drunk to do.
"Miracles, brother." The tipsy, mostly drunk, shinobi pulled his horn out of his pocket and turned it towards Kohaku, giving it a honk. The sound made Kohaku frown bitterly. "Holy shit, would you not? I'm serious!" This brought a laugh out of Haruaki's belly as he replaced his horn. "We're going to motherfuckin' train all up in here," he stated, stopping at a large enough clearing. Kohaku's eyebrows raised. "I hope this doesn't upset you."
"Why would I care? Jesus, what are we training?"
"Motherfuckin' miracles is all what. Just chill, brother."
"God, I hate you! I hate you, and your stupid horns. Have I mentioned that?" His yells turned into a stupid little whine.
Haruaki smiled, honking the horn in his coat pocket a few times. "Just about every time we chill, brother." He bit his lips and pulled his hands out of the warm pockets; raising his arms and spreading his feet a bit, pointing both at the boy. His upper body wavered with the weight of earlier-consumed alcohol. "Anyways, just motherfuckin' stand there. I won't hurt a miracle like you, don't worry in the bit."
"O-okay..."
Slowly, Haruaki brought his right foot head of the left, shifting uncomfortably as he stared at his friend. Kohaku seemed a tad unwilling to help, but stayed put, bracing himself for what was to come. Without warning, Haruaki's upper body lurched foreward, catching Kohaku in a tight grip. He stopped, hanging there with his arms nearly around him. He zoned out.
"God dammit, Haruaki! Would you not? Why of all the times do you choose now to hug me, you good for nothing twat!" He shoved him off.
"Sorry, brother. Just chill, I got motherfuckin' lost," he chuckled and repositioned himself. Following the same pattern as before, he placed his right foot foreward as his laughter and smile died; however the amusement lingered in his eyes. This time, Kohaku looked annoyed, but he braced anyways.
Extending foreward again, clutching Kohaku (who let out a stifled grunt). This process included the movement of Haruaki's right hand to grasp barely below his friend's bicep muscle, his left hand snatching the midst of Kohaku's wrist and hand. He smiled briefly as Kohaku grunted again, squirming as tad. He twisted, trying not to hurt him, but a low screech made him jump back, almost falling on his ass as the world spun with momentum.
"Ow!"
"You chill, brother?"
"Yeah.."
"Again, then!"[/ul][/justify][/center][/font]