The Dojo {Private}
Jul 16, 2010 1:04:33 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on Jul 16, 2010 1:04:33 GMT -7
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The pair quickly untangled themselves from the heap they were on the floor. Both of them quickly turned back to their sensei, sheathing their swords as they rose. Her own blade was quickly resheathed, as she said, “I see, so then you are both to be taught at the same time? I must say, This is a very interesting way of using the shadow clone technique. You must be very skilled then Gekkido.”
Prepping himself, he resumed his stance and moved just a bit closer. “Well sensei, I do what I can, but the rest remains unsaid. I must learn, and I do what I can to do so. Anything else leaves me at a marvel.” He was really waiting, and biding his time. He had been paying a good deal of attention to his sensei’s movements, and as far as he could tell, she never used that technique more than once within 60 seconds. It must have b een extremely strenuous on the arms and body, the senkou zuki. Yeah, that was it. For a short time, The two seeemed to make only very light attacks. To see if he’d been right, Alcime continued to adavance in a way that would only leave him exposed for the one technique. But that minute had not passed during that time. Sensei did not attack.
Suddenly, things changed. It had been about 60 seconds. That much of a time was like a trigger. Almost instantly, Sensei dashed forward to attck him. He watched her form as she did this, as if to get a btter look at the mechanics of the technique. She was nearly kneeled, as it appeared. Why? Perhaps lunging forward from a kneel gave the practitioner a greater base to launch the attack from, perhaps more speed. But she was upon him very quick. He had but the time to back flip once to move. But as he did this, he managed to keep his eyes on her still. As it appeared, the cleaved through the air at phenomenal speeds. One stroke cut forward, then two went back and forth sidesways.
Wait, he’d just saw it, three separate swings with one blade, not three. Yet, the blurred images stayed for a second, a simple illusion from his eyes. He then landed a few meters away, and preoceeded to try again himself. Gripping his katana, he he kneeled, and launched forward, pulling on his handle with an abundance of strength. The results were only marginally surprising. The first attack came with enough surprise that as the image of the slash lingered, it also passed through Sensei’s clothes. It caught her off guard!!!
And yet, the attack itself was still none the bit more impressive. The second attack was marginally slower than the first, and she completely avoided the attack, stepping back a bit. To make up for the bit of distance, Aclime tried extending his arms just a bit more. The result, He slowed the next attack down even more. Hm… horrible explained it best. There were no images to fool the eyes, the strength was laughable to a degree, and if it didn’t make matters worse, it felt like he completely pulled something in his arm. Then things got worse. Due to the extreme drop in speed to the third slash, Sensei completely circumvented the attack, shooting in close to kick him in the face. He stumbled away holding his jaw, realizing that was a get it together kick, and not something serious.