Honk Honk [Training|P]

[Haruaki :o)]

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.

[/color] Kohaku spat, shuddering greatly, hugging his arms closer to his body as his teeth chattered. He glared at his friend as he quickened his pace, walking now next to the goof. "And why in the great abyss of fuck are you dragging me there? And why did you fill up on booze and Faygo earlier?!"

"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.."

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[Haruaki :o)]

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.

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Smiling assuringly at Kohaku, Haruaki reclaimed his stance for a moment until he slowly shifted his weight, bringing forth his right foot once again, hosting himself on said foot as he lurched foreward once more, his face steeling as he progressed. Kohaku winced, his arms shooting up this time to block. It failed, in any case, as Haruaki breathed heavily through his nose, his nose crinkling at the stale taste of cheesy alcohol aftertaste. He could really use another Faygo right now, huh.

Ah, hell, he zoned out again.

"I don't think you're fit at all to fight while you're drunk; you keep stopping more than usual! Hell, you should just give up fighting all together! You're going to hurt yourself, you worthless shinobi." He kept on an angry front, but his eyebrows scrunched with slight worry.

"I'll be fine, brother. Chill." He smiled again at him briefly, the smile a bit exaggerated due to the alcohol; not to mention the lack of paint in that area. Kohaku managed a smile, but it fell quickly into a grumpy glare. He picked up his arms to brace himself.

Hiccuping, Haruaki shifted his right leg and placed the heel of his right foot firmly into the ground, it threw him off for a second; a second he spent rebalancing. Kohaku rolled his eyes. Catching a hiccup in his throat, Haruaki's upper body tumbled foreward as he took Kohaku up into a grapple. Expertly this time, he grasped Kohaku's bicep with his left hand, the right hand going for the cuff of his hand once again. This time he twisted without letting Kohaku catch his breath; the little man's eyes widened and he screeched again, tugging away which would only result in more pain.

"Ow! That one hurt! Let go!" He exclaimed, pain making his voice crack.

"Sorry, bro." Haruaki stood up straight after letting go, Kohaku let out an angry huff through his nose as he glared up at the clown, wringing his wrist. "I thought you said you'd be fucking careful," he snarled. Tears were near visible in his eyes.

Unsure as to laugh or not, Haruaki stifled a chuckle and bit the inside of his cheeks. "I said sorry, Brohaku. It's motherfuckin' hard to try and be careful and efficient while you're dru-hic-unk."

"Clearly!"

"We're almost done with this one, so be chill and motherfuckin' hang on for another miracle."

"Stop with that."

Ignoring this, Haruaki picked up his arms and clenched his fists, staring at the now pissed Kohaku, grateful that he had yet to leave. He placed his right leg foreward, wavering as he took a deep breath. He made the jump, catching Kohaku's bicep with his left hand and his the lack of wrist nor hand with his right. He smirked as Kohaku winced. He twisted barely, loosening his grip. Kohaku pulled out of it easily, glaring at Haruaki as they both straightened.

"What a pointless technique to train if you can't even keep me in pain!"

Haruaki's expression fell, confusion taking its place. He cocked his head. Hurting = anger, but going easy = anger too? ....what? ...Faygo.[/ul][/justify][/center][/font]

[Haruaki :o)]

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.

[/color] He smiled as he spoke.

"Sounds okay...I...I mean..." Kohaku cleared his throat. "H-hurry the fuck up!"

Haruaki chuckled, his face contorting happily as he lift his arms to keep balance as he brings his right leg foreward. Barely managing to keep from wobbling, the man places his foot on the ground firmly. He gulps, clearing his mind so he won't dwaddle on Faygo. Damn, Faygo is good.

Er...I mean;

He shook his head and moved foreward quickly, the momentum of throwing his upper body foreward caused the rest of his body to follow limply. He latched onto Kohaku, who tried to tug away, but Haruaki had already managed to grasp his bicep tightly and pinch the pressure-pointed area of his wrist; twisting without word nor expression. Kohaku bit his lip, trying not to scream; a feeble grunt caught gutturaly in his throat.

"F-fuck.." He groaned, his voice hitching.

Haruaki's face flushed nervously as he pulled away to let Kohaku drop his upper body, holding his hands on his knees as he collected his breath.

"Sorry."

Kohaku straightened. "It's fine, fuckass."

Haruaki smiled widely again. "Good. Again?"[/center][/justify][/ul][/font]

[Umehara]

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[Haruaki :o)]

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.

[/color] His companion barked.

"Kay."

The clown took position; making it his best intentions to steadily place his right leg forth, his foot claiming its place on the ground firmly. He eyed his bud, who was seriously contemplating fighting back at this point. Haruaki's head tilted to the side for a second, his eyes hoodied heavily briefly before he shook himself awake. Impatinetly, Kohaky began curling and uncurling the fists that were held up to defend himself. Haruaki focused a bit more this time, this was clear in his austere expression. He calmy pushed off his dominant foot and lurched at the boy ahead of him. His right hand shot up, catching the bicep of his friend, who grimaced. Blowing air out of his nose, Haruaki grasped his wrist, tightening his grip so swiftly it make Kohaku's hand bend upwards, who squeaked with pain. Moving slightly more foreward, Haruaki twisted Kohaku's arm to the right. Kohaku didn't like this, he bit into his lip and grunted as Haruaki stood up straight, holding Kohaku in place. He smiled down at him

"Ow." Kohaku managed through grunts.

Letting go, stepping back, Haruaki beamed at him. "You'll be motherfuckin' fine, brother."

"Says you."

Snickering, the goof took a step back and dropped his weight briefly, crouching slightly before standing back up again, stepping foreward with his right leg again, pointing his foot directly at Kohaku who muttered a soft "Not again.."[/i] Without stopping to think this time, Haruaki pressed foreward and caught Kohaku's arm again. He repeated each step in his head thrice before doing it to Kohaku; all within the second. His hand caught below his bicep by a hair, his hand snatching his hand again, pressing his fingers into the place his bones met. Kohaku winced and bit his tongue as the clown twisted his arm to the right again, his lungs gave out and he let out a strained hiss. Before the hiss continued, Haruaki stood once more, smiling at Kohaku. Who meerly readopted his bracing stance.

Offering sweet nothings of reassurance on how it's not going to kill him, to which Kohaku barked and told him to get on with it, Haruaki adopted his leg placing as well. The toes of his shoes behind dragged behind him into the frosty dirt as he placed his right foot foreward once more. As quickly as Kohaku yells, Haruaki extended foreward, grasping at Kohaku's bicep with his right hand and his wrist area with the next. Right hand is to bicep as left hand is to wrist. He twisted relentlessly this time, Kohaku howled softly.

Pulling back again, Kohaku huffed. "You're gonna break my arm."

"Unlikely, brother."

One foot in front of the other- right foot facing Kohaku as the leg is extended. Haruaki doesn't exactly try to line it up, but the feel is pretty spot-on. Lunging forward, Haruaki catches Kohaku's bicep with his right hand once more, whilst at the same time, his left hand seizes the teen's wrist. He digs his fingerpads into his pressure-points, careful not to scratch him. He twists with a swift motion, bringing Kohaku closer as he stands up straight. The brown-haired counterpart grunts as his face contorts in pain, even while Haruaki tries his best not to hurt him.

Haruaki thrashes in the grip after a few moments, causing Haruaki to release him and step back. After a few moments of collecting himself, Kohaku stands at the ready once again.
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[Haruaki :o)]

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.

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"Chill, brother. Are you not always motherfuckin' irritated?"

Kohaku laughed sarcastically, narrowing his eyebrows with every sour ha. "I wonder why that is!"

"Miracles, brother." Haruaki brought his right leg forward per-usual. He kept a straight face as he swallowed another hiccup, raising his hands awkwardly as he stared at Kohaku for a moment. Using his back foot to hurl off of, he lunged at Kohaku for the Gods know what'th time. He grabbed at him without thinking, managing to somehow grab his shoulder and elbow. He frowned and pulled away instantly.

"That makes no damn sense." Kohaku finally replied.

"Does anything I say make motherfuckin' sense?" He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out his lovely horn and honking it several times in Kohaku's direction before replacing it. Kohaku frowned immensely.

"No, I guess not."

Haruaki nodded once as his smile fell, resuming his spread out stance. He kicked his right leg forward and stomped his foot into the chilly ground, his back foot's heel digging into the ground. For an instant he felt as though he was getting ready to do the crab walk, so he moved his feet closer together, to the point where he was standing up straight. He rolled his eyes at himself, bringing his hands up again. Kohaku mimicked him, spreading his feet and lifting his arms; more as a protective stance than anything however.

Not sure if he should charge at him or just hit him, Haruaki raised his eyebrows, briefly forgetting what the hell was going on. He opened his mouth to ask, but he laughed instead and lurched forward. Kohaku's expression twisted with anticipation as the clown grabbed his arm tightly, just barely below his bicep. He pinched the area, as he did to his wrist with his left hand. This hurt enough, so when Haruaki twisted his arm for another moment, Kohaku let out a wail. Haruaki dropped his arm and stepped back.

Kohaku sniffed, leading Haruaki to wonder if he was crying or not. The little dude wiped his nose on the back of his sweatshirt sleeve, spreading his legs and lifting his arms to defend himself. He may not be able to fight at all but at least he knew how to defend himself. A tad. Okay, not really. Arms up is all he really knew.

Haruaki took a step forward, but didn't bring his left leg forward to greet. He raised his arms just slightly as he cruised through the air at the expecting Kohaku. He stopped close to him, bent down enough to where their faces were close. He smirked, his right hand already holding Kohaku's bicep, squeezing just barely enough to match how tightly his left hand was holding his wrist area, his fingers pinching it roughly. Kohaku gulped but kept on a grumpy face, averting eye contact as Haruaki twisted his arm in the same instant. He let out another stifled shout, biting his tongue, his nose crinkling.

Haruaki let go, stumbling back a few inches.

"Maybe you should stop doing it to the same god damn arm, you fuckass. Or else I won't be able to use this godforsaken piece of shit arm for a long ass time."

"Okie motherfuckin' dokie, brother."

A few steps in front of Kohaku, Haruaki grinned at him as he placed his right leg forward again, his left one just behind it but close enough to it. He came at his counterpart again, tripping slightly over his own feet. He grabbed on to Kohaku, ultimately catching his balance, seizing his opposing arm. He dug into the separation of Kohaku's hand and wrist with his left hand, his right hand puncturing just below his muscle. He twisted it inwards once more, causing another hitch in Kohaku's breath before he grunted a few times, shuddering with pain; despite the fact that Haruaki wasn't doing it with the full intent of hurting him.

He smiled and slunk back, cocking his head and grinning at Kohaku. He found himself to be rather impressive.

"Fuck you and your goofy smile."

Haruaki laughed, slapping the palm of his right hand into his forehead.
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[Haruaki :o)]

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.

[/color] Kohaku grumbled, rubbing his arm. Haruaki simple let a smile tug at his lips as he stepped back again. He waited a second for Kohaku to make an argument as to why they should stop; but the shrill yells never came. Haruaki smiled wider and took another step back with his left foot to leave his right foot ahead, raising his arms barely again before shooting forward, grabbing the awaiting opponent.

His fingers wrapped around the base of his bicep muscle, squeezing it like you would a stress ball; not too hard but enough to make it worth the while. His other hand shot up, taking ahold of the soft part of his friend's wrist. He twisted his arm to the right with a quick turn of his elbows, beaming as Kohaku gasped, which was followed by a deman of, "Let go," followed by Haruaki stepping back.[/center][/justify][/ul]][/font]

[Umehara]

Learned.

[Haruaki :o)]

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