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[steaksauce]

Just A Sip

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Drunken Rush
Rank: E
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: (in description)
Special: --
Drawback: --
Description: The user rushes forward without regard for their health, their body straight as a board, only their feet propelling them forward and their hands down at their sides. This confuses the opponent and surprises them, giving them little choice but to back away. Even if the opponent attacks the user, the user feels no pain, the alcohol rushing through him dulling it to nothing. Once the opponent is off guard, the user can then use another attack as a surprise attack.
Limit: Must be drunk to do.

Clank! An empty embroidered bowl struck the table, once filled with sake, but now only filled with air. People moved all around him, but everything was pretty fuzzy, as if he was underwater or something. Coal raised a hand to his head, as if that was going to stop the alcohol from affecting his senses, and when it did not stop he began to get angry. This always happened whenever he drank, unable to hold his liquor, which made him a perfect candidate for Suiken they said. Right now he could care less, pushing his chair out, or almost pushing his chair out. A man who was passing by behind him was bumped, spilling his drink on his chest, and giving an enraged glare toward Coal. Next thing that he knew, he was over the table, the man on the other side pulling out a knife.

That was the last straw, and he picked himself up from the floor, a dark malicious glare in his eyes. His arms rose wildly, striking the table on their way up, smashing the pine wood as if it were nothing but sand. Down again came his arms, smashing into the table as second time, reducing the wooden table to large chunks of splinters. Coal was rushing forward now, arms down at his side, pushing passed the chairs. His arms felt heavy right now, but he could not tell why, probably numb from smashing that table to pieces. As all humans do, as it is human nature, the man began to give up ground. However Coal did not let up, continuing to rush forward, until he was right in the man’s face with their chests touching. Two strikes, hands as if holding cups, sending the man staggering backward and falling over a chair. Drunken Rush

Drunken Rush, that is the name of what he had done, and what he was doing again. The man was back on his feet, he had lost his knife, but he still had his fists. Coal did not care, he was rushing forward now, taking a hit to the face as the man backed away. Still he kept moving forward, arms at his side, and once again they were close. He stuck the man with his head, once, twice, three times before the man went down. Now the fun really would begin, because everyone knows, once one fight starts in a bar, everyone starts to fight. There they went, a bottle was sailing through the air, striking another man down some distance away. Everything was getting wild now, but Coal did not care, the alcohol in his system made him furious. Knocking back another bowl of sake, he was ready for everything, rushing toward the crowd of fighters with his hands at his sides. Drunken Rush.

[Tieren]

Learned!