Bad Luck Seems To Follow Me [T|O]

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[/u][/b]", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: The brawler depending on the rank of the technique the user is capable of reacting through subconscious mind against attacks against the user in different manners such as being flanked, and from behind. This technique makes the brawler incapable of being surprise attacked.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user may only learn this technique by the class that they are. This means that in order to learn the "C" Rank version they must be "C" Class, if they wish to learn the "B" Rank version they must be "B" Class.
Description: A technique where the subconscious mind, where the subconscious body reacts just as they are attacked while flanked or while their back is turn. The body reacts in such a way to where they are capable of withstanding so much. This technique makes it where the Brawler is incapable of being surprised attacked, a sudden second sense kicks in as their body screams out to them yelling at them telling them to move, duck, dodge or anything else within that manner. If an opponent comes to a Brawler at a bar, and attacks with a sword, or a club, the brawler gains the urge to dodge to the left, or to the right, where they are capable of reacting before the action is completed. This works on whenever they are being attacked. This technique however has a major flaw. The user is capable of dodging only whenever the opponent's class is equal or lower to that of the rank of the technique they know. This means that a "D" Class user that knows this technique can not use this against an opponent that is "C" Class or higher.
Limit: Must be a Brawler[/font][/size]

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I was out on the street for the first time in weeks. The hustle and bustle of the inner city did nothing to raise my spirits - if anything, they made it worse. Being surrounded by crowds of busy, likely stupid people was never fun. The only reason I braved their impassive, shunting presences was because I was running low on food in my apartment, and needed more. My wage as a shinobi, however, crap, kept me alive. I usually wouldnt've gone out with such non-alcohol-related motives, but unfortunately deepness of depression did not correlate with minimum food intake. And I wasn't so depressed that I actually wanted to die.

Despite being female I was taller than most of the people I passed, which, along with my distinctive Takigakure Ninja headband worn ironically enough around my neck, attracted me quite a lot of stares, which I did my best to ignore. A couple of people I did launch fiery glances towards, which they made sure not to return. I had a rough idea of where I was going, but packed streets never did anything good to my sense of direction, so I'd probably passed where I was going already. Oh well. I walked on.

It was about at this point in my so far uneventful day that something caught my eye. It usually wouldn'tve, but my peripheral vision just locked onto it as it passed by, my subconscious always scanning the environment for danger, despite my apparent absentmindedness. It was a beady glare, one I'd seen before, detected through the sea of faces and bodies to my left for just a second, about two meters away. It was one of those moments though, where the eye contact seems to last for far longer than the actual moment's duration, and the image and recollection stays with you long after the instance passes.

I went over the memory in my mind several times, and I concluded that there was no doubt - one of the barfighters from all those months ago. I hadn't run into them again since our last tussle, which was fortunate - for them - but it seemed I had run into them again.

Or perhaps it was just the one. The dude had apparently moved on, and for what must have been a minute afterward of dodging bodies - I really shouldn'tve picked rush hour to emerge from my hidey-hole - there seemed to be no further trace of him or his friends. But there was just something in the air, some unheard ringing of danger, blaring silently in the background, that told me not to drop my guard. As I walked, I slipped my twin cestus over my fingers, metal plates clinking together slightly as I did. I glanced around constantly, glimpsing what I thought may have been another one of the henchmen. Whether they were following me constantly or not didn't matter at the moment - they were here now.

I let my inner awareness, my sixth sense, flow out till it formed an invisible field around me. Harmless, harmless, harmless, harmless, individual people were picked up on my radar, most of them non-hostile, though there was just a hint of something, or someone, else...

Behind you... I just knew, and as that thought occurred to me I glanced sharply, though with as much civilian casualness as I could muster, over my right shoulder, twisting my neck up and over so as to glean the maximum amount of view range. I glimpsed two bald heads, two muscular bodies on a direct course towards me, before they melted away into the crowd.

I let my glance linger just a little too long behind me, trying to trace the duo's location. That was my first mistake...[/ul][/justify]

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[/i] him at seven o'clock, effectively nullifying both their attacks by throwing one into another.

It worked effectively, twelve cannoning into seven. Unfortunately seven had the presence of mind not to swing his punch wildly at the oncoming human, but he was knocked over, while twelve staggered past him, knocking into several frightened civilians on his way. I was now standing opposite all three; five looked a little quelled after that display and I judged he would not make a move till the others recovered and were ready to stand with them.

My external field was kept up all through this sequence of course - I detected nothing coming from behind me, though all the onlookers had backed several paces away, and some, judging by the fading yells, had actually turned tail and fled. Weaklings, I thought with disdain, and then directed this disdainful look at my attackers, all of whom were looking at me with a mixture of awe, anger and indignation. 'Bought the only three emotions they could probably muster at all. And my God, did they look alike.

Hostility radiated from them, but my back was secure, for now.[/ul][/justify]

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Weaklings, I thought with disdain, and then directed this disdainful look at my attackers, all of whom were looking at me with a mixture of awe, anger and indignation. 'Bought the only three emotions they could probably muster at all. And my God, did they look alike. Hostility radiated from them, but my back was secure, for now.

"You shits again." I tried to let as much boredom radiate from my words as I possibly could, keep my stance incredibly casual, just to get them riled up. And rile them up it certainly did seem to. As the two I'd knocked down collected themselves and the three reassembled as a trio, their faces contorted angrily, and I had to force myself not to smile in satisfaction. These brutes were so easy to manipulate, as I'd proved time and time again. And they never, ever learned. I was never sure if it was the same collection of three - there was a fourth - but I suspected that it was. Quintuplets maybe, who knew. I wondered briefly where the fourth one was, but as my sixth sense detected nothing, I let the thought pass from my mind. It was time for combat.

I let my legs spread apart and lowered my overall posture, raising my hands in a ready position - the pose was nothing special, but it would allow for a bit more maneuverability, perhaps, that simply standing upright. Taking the cue, two of the three looked at each other and nodded as if affirming some silent plan of action. Which I presumed would be both charge at me instead of just one.

Lo and behold! As they looked back towards me one of them strafed to my left and they both charged at me, the left one a couple of paces behind due to his sidestep. That meant the right one was my primary focus. As I adjusted my stance slightly to face him, I flicked my glance to my secondary assaulter. It was then that an absolutely brilliant plan of attack occurred to me. And I mean damn.

At this point the crowds of shoppers and pedestrians had moved well clear, only a few staying to watch, most having disappeared, likely taking detours so as to get to their desired destination without having to walk through a combat zone. This game me plenty of room to move, though the street was still only about twelve meters wide. Still, I was standing at pretty much the exact center, which gave me plenty of room to execute my plan of attack. As the head charger came at me, instead of taking him head-on, as I supposed he would rather have liked me to, I would twist outwards as he approached me to move around to his left, pinwheeling perfectly on the balls of my feet in a display that would have been graceful if it had not been so full of power.

For as I twisted, timing it to perfection, I raised my right elbow to jut out in a striking pose, reinforcing the attack with my left hand clasped upon my right's knuckles, using all the momentum of my spin to add to the force of the strike, which was aimed directly at my opponent's temple. I retained just enough vision through the blurred whirl to target accurately, the look of shock upon my opponent's face at my sudden disappearance just registering in my peripheral vision before my attack thunked into his head.

All the power and momentum built up through the action exploded through my elbow, my turn ending perfectly upon that point, my opposite foot planted down in the instant to prevent myself toppling over. The muscles all along my arm went rigid as the attack hit, squeezing just that extra bit of jostling shock into my enemy. Naturally, with all the force behind the strike my opponent would go flying in the direction I had so kindly chosen for him, his entire course adjusting till he was sailing in the exact direction of my second attacker.

It was a mark of just how much power was behind my attack that my opponent was almost knocked out on the spot, his body becoming an only semi-conscious projectile that would cannon into his comrade with enough residual power to send them both to the concrete ground. The thud sounded painful, and I knew for a moment that the dude I hadn't - yet - knocked out of this plane of consciousness would have quite a bit of trouble getting his friend off of him.

I made the motion of cracking my knuckles, which was a bit useless as they were covered in plates of metal, but it was an idiosyncratic reaction to satisfaction, which my ginormous grin further emphasized. I stood just a few centimeters taller than I had on my walk down the street before this merry engagement, and turned to face my third enemy, my grin not dying one little bit as I moved downward into a fighting pose once again.[/ul][/justify]

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I stood just a few centimeters taller than I had on my walk down the street before this merry engagement, and turned to face my third enemy, my grin not dying one little bit as I moved downward into a fighting pose once again. As was the usual response after I knocked down one of their comrades, the brute took a moment to look scared, but that emotion quickly melted away to be replaced by the boiling hot rage at pretty much everything he was arbitrarily designated to beat up within seconds.

But unlike usual, this one didn't seem to want to charge at me.

We stood about ten meters apart, the vein clearly throbbing in his temple, like he really wanted to rush at me, but something was holding him back. He just stood frozen, and I was bemused at the strange amount of patience he seemed to be displaying. Were they... no... surely not... could they be learning? I had never seen them display even the most minute bit of intelligence, really. Surely it was far beyond these idiot's capabilities to just decide on the spot, okay, I'm going to change my plan of attack.

Then something sprung to my mind. The ringleader - strangely absent, though I'm betting this goon was acting under his instruction. Probably part of a new plan of attack, as in, don't blindly charge at the warrior that can clearly outmaneuver you as proved time and time again.

That left me with only one option; a reverse-role. To charge directly at him instead. I wasn't concerned that he would be able to counter me as I could him. Besides, I had a more intricate plan of attack.

My grin widened then, betraying me - intentionally - as I kicked off the ground, launching like a gunshot with far more speed than these clunky thugs could muster. I was about halfway to the dude before he even realized what was happening, my right fist raised above my shoulder in preparation for a haymaker, as he would have done. The dude barely re-assumed his stance in time for my arrival, and it was makeshift and wussy at that, fists raised and face turned away.

I rolled my eyes mid-charge, but I would not follow through with my over-shoulder punch; I had never planned to. I half-extended it, tilting over, then using at as a counterbalance to my underarm, which I thrust forward with immense strength and power in a short-range, but devastating attack. Combined with the power of my retracting arm, contracted and lowered position, it was truly a force to be reckoned with. Since my opponent was foolishly guarding his face, his eyes averted, he would not respond to my change of attack, and my fist was allowed to bury deep within his stomach.

Instead of leaving my fist there, I pushed forward, out and up as the attack connected and began to force my opponent backwards, shoving him that little bit more. I heard him gasp as the breath whooshed out of him and his feet almost lifted from the ground as he was sent staggering and toppling backwards to turn and fall with a thunk to the pavement.

I raised myself from my lowered position just in time to turn and grin at the second of my three attackers as he managed to heave his comrade off of him and get to his feet.

This day was turning out much more fun than I'd anticipated.[/ul][/justify]

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I raised myself from my lowered position just in time to turn and grin at the second of my three attackers as he managed to heave his comrade off of him and get to his feet. This day was turning out much more fun than I'd anticipated.

"STOP."

The voice rang out, loud and clear, throughout the street. But it did not originate from ground level. Every man, woman and child still present all looked at the exact same spot; for the booming command's origin could not be mistaken.

As I looked up, I had no doubt who I would see. The ringleader, the boss, the warrior who far outranked his goons. Tall, broad, muscular and dark-skinned, he stood in his usual robust pose, arms folded, posture straight as an arrow, looking down like he was so superior to us all. To me. I had had a feeling he would show himself eventually; where his thugs could be found, usually so could he. We stared at each other for quite a while (I knew that his cronies would not attack me until commanded otherwise), and there was a lot said in that stare.

Eventually, he broke the silence by letting his arms loosen and leaping off the rooftop, landing with an almighty thud across from me - I sharply turned to follow his course through the air, fists raised in a defensive pose. It was a mark of how strong he was that the concrete fractured where he landed. To be fair it wasn't in the best repair to begin with, but it was still a feat. I glared at him as he slowly looked up towards me; the raw strength he so clearly emanated seemed to have grown even denser since we last met.

Fortunately, I was also far stronger.

"Who the fuck are you? Why are you following me?" I spat at him from across the space. I was getting sick of him plaguing my life, despite how fun his army of brutes were to bash in. The leader just stared at me impassively for a moment. I didn't like the way it always felt like he was judging me. It took him fucking ages to do it, but he finally responded, "No. You are still not worthy." Although that didn't answer either of my fucking questions.

"That doesn't answer either of my fucking questions!" I yelled, really frustrated now. My teeth gritted, my lip curling back into an animalistic snarl."No. It does not." He responded after a moment, though he did not move down into a combat pose, as he always would before performing what I recognized now as shunshin. And he seemed such a ceremonious character. Since he didn't seem to want to make a move yet, I would continue to speak. "I'm fucking sick and tired of you following me everywhere. You'd fucking better answer me. NOT. READY. FOR. WHAT?" My voice rose in pitch and rage, till I was positively bellowing, my voice likely able to be heard from at least a block away.

A pause.

"Allow me to demonstrate." Said the leader ominously, and I tensed, but he did not move towards me. He simply spread his arms wide, standing tall and nonchalantly, not moving for several seconds. I stared, not comprehending. "Hit me." He explained casually.

Indignation boiled inside of me. He dared doubt my strength? That he would not even guard himself against me? That he would not even defend myself against my power? FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM AND HIS STUPID FUCKING ENTOURAGE, AND HIS FUCKING TESTS. I was going to fucking ruin him this time, and I was going to do it with a single hit. I roared my defiance, chi stirring within me, instinctively focusing itself in my legs as it detected my want of GETTING TO THAT FUCK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Even as I moved forward and raised my clenched fist I ripped through space to speeds that were almost impossible to comprehend, soaring through the world with only a couple of steps, all my mind focused on this one punch, this one massive blow that would destroy my opponent utterly, tear him in two...

The chi left me, unable to sustain my warp speed charge any longer, and dropped away, leaving me moving barely faster than normal, but my legs were still fueled by the fires of my rage, and as the black guy approached my punching range, I threw myself back onto my fist, then forward onto it as I reared back enough...

The force of my punch was enough that, had it hit any of the cronies, especially in the head, it likely would have killed them. Even I was a little scared at how much rage and force I had put behind that blow, now that I was no longer in that first moment of blind anger. But that did not lessen the force of my attack. I was aiming for his ribcage, and he was still standing there, proudly unmoving, not even looking at me, as my attack hit him squarely.

Surely it should have shredded him; broke every bone in his body, KILLED HIM, but no. Even as all my power flowed out of my body and exploded into him, he was barely knocked backward, taking one small step of stagger, not even gasping for breath as he moved backwards away from it, my entire body having been drained of momentum. After the initial shock of impact receded, I realized I was breathing heavily, though I did not retract my fist from it's extended state.

There was a pause. After that long moment, the ringleader spat, a wad of blood flying from his mouth to hit the pavement near my feet. He lowered his rigid posture slightly and wiped at his mouth, letting his arms drop from their extended position. "That... is why." He said simply, and it was then that he assumed a combat pose.

All of the raw power I could muster had been behind that attack. I stared at him with a mixture of indignation and pure shock. That... is why. I breathed in then, and refused my exhalation the degradation of being ragged. It was even, and calm, and my face became so too. I brought my self up from my punch's final pose, and lowered myself into my customary stance. "I will break you." I uttered, just loud enough for him to hear.

He smiled. "You are getting closer." He told me, before he disappeared.
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I brought my self up from my punch's final pose, and lowered myself into my customary stance. "I will break you." I uttered, just loud enough for him to hear. He smiled. "You are getting closer." He told me, before he disappeared.

Though more or less every time before this day, his abrupt warps had always caught me off guard, it was not so this day. I understood shunshin better now; I knew that turning during the incredible, space-shattering speed was nigh on impossible, so that surely he would turn up somewhere in front of me; my eyes stared intensely at the space in front of me, and this time, whether it was because I had learned the art of shunshin myself, or simply because I was getting faster and more aware overall, I saw flickers and blurs crossing the space between me and him, and I judged the position he would appear at.

Sure enough, I was correct. Without any sort of real trickery beyond the stupidly fast rate at which he moved, he appeared directly in front of me, a punch extending almost before he fully descended to reality. It shot out as though mechanized, but I was not only expecting it, this time I was prepared for it. It was aimed at my throat, but I swerved my entire body down to the right, landing on my right foot, the punch sailing past my face and stirring my fiery locks. I did, however, leave my left arm training behind where my body originally was, arced upward so as to leave a gap where the punch sailed past.

As I planted myself on my extended foot, I twisted upon it to redirect my body so as I could line myself up with my attacker. I placed my left foot behind my right, my whole body still lowered, left arm now with a direct line to my opponent's stomach, a direct line I intended to utilize. My left arm was now cocked back in line with my hip, and as such, all I needed to do was pull back and release.

My lowered position allowed me to better gravitate my attack; I twisted around slightly, lending even more power to my arm, till I felt satisfied with the momentum I could generate, and swung it forward, pivoting my whole body upon the ball of my right foot just slightly as I did so. Anything to squeeze every last little bit of force out of the blow, especially when that blow was aimed at this dude.

I knew that, to defeat this adversary, I would need far more than just force. Technique, however much I despised that concept in general, was also required. As my fist contacted with my enemy's hardened stomach muscles, I locked my hand and entire arm in position, sending a pulse of energy far more refined and deadly than usual into his body. I was satisfied when I heard my opponent gasp from the impact, and felt his stomach bounce away from my massive pulse of energy, if just a little. I knew that such a variation on the default punch was more effective at piercing armour - both natural and man-made - than a simple, all-out swing, and it seemed to be working, or have worked.

As he was now exposed and momentarily hurt, it was only natural for my enemy to make the retreat. His footing affirmed, he spun away to the left, not quite reaching warp, speed but close to it. As I rose and turned quickly again to face him - not taking any risks and being sure not to become complacent - I saw that he was holding his stomach, which sent a wave of satisfaction flowing through me.

My opponent took only a moment to recollect himself. He locked his eyes on me once more, face decidedly serious. And lowered himself into his stance. Uh oh, widdle baby's shunshin doesn't work so well anymore.[/ul][/justify]

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My opponent took only a moment to recollect himself. He locked his eyes on me once more, face decidedly serious. And lowered himself into his stance. Uh oh, widdle baby's shunshin doesn't work so well anymore. How sad for him. But still, it took him only a moment, and it was as though he wasn't even injured. That had always troubled me about that guy; even when you did manage to pierce his thick fucking skin, and get a reaction out of him from your attacks, his condition didn't really seem to degrade. I decided that, if I was going to go all out - which I fucking was, I'd bring him within an inch of his life if it convinced him to leave me alone or answer my goddamn questions - I would have to actually cripple him. And that meant hitting him in areas besides the body; time to break some motherfuckin' limbs.

I knew that he would attack first; he always did. His overwhelming speed on the approach and physical durability to back it up were his two major upper hands, and the only real strategy I'd seen him enforce. I mean his punches hurt like fuck, but rarely had he actually got a hit on me.

Even as I thought these things, he would engage hyperspeed again, but this time I saw an ever so slight deviation to his right before he kicked off - as such, I knew he would appear on my left. A few buzzing flickers in that direction confirmed this for me, so I would move even before he rematerialized, twisting to face where I estimated he would. Sure enough, he came out spinning, turning one-eighty degrees before shooting a straight sidewards kick out from his hip that was so well-formed it really did look like it was machine-assisted.

As opposed to doing the usual and rational thing in this situation, I moved to the inside of the thrust, a counter plan already fully formed in my mind. Fuck I moved even before the kick was fully extended, recognizing it for what it was almost immediately. By the time it had extended I was about three quarters of the way around it, my right fist extended up over my shoulder, posture establishing a line right for where his kneecap happened to be by merry coincidence.

Once I was firmly anchored with my back foot - and even slightly before - I let my attack fly, shooting it out with little draw, once again attempting to pierce and maim rather than tear through and knock out. The attack, though small, was based on speed, throwing it at the shoulder and letting the muscles absolutely loose through the action till they contacted with my opponent's kneecap mere seconds after he completed his strike.

There was no doubt about it. I was getting faster. Faster than him.

My knuckles contacted with his kneecap, which I pushed slightly through the contact point to inflict that much more damage, but I made sure to tense my fist before doing so, drilling a hole of force through the point of impact. Though his knee was incredibly strong, I knew that I had breached his hide somewhat, judging my the sharp smack and his cry of pain. He warped away almost instantly, and I knew then that I had only just caught him in time. He appeared roughly ten meters away, always at a perfect angle from my position, hand upon his kneecap.

I turned to face him. My technique had been experimental, and I was not sure I had managed to juice every bit of crippling power I could have from it - in fact I was almost certain I had not - but for a first try, it appeared as though it had been fairly successful. While my adversary's leg was clearly not broken or even fractured, he did appear to be in relatively a lot of pain. Which was a success in my books.

This time, I re-assumed my ready position far before he did, sure to press my psychological advantage as well as the obviously growing physical one. I grinned. "Looks like you don't have the upper hand any more." I whispered, too quiet for him to hear.[/ul][/justify]

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While my adversary's leg was clearly not broken or even fractured, he did appear to be in relatively a lot of pain. Which was a success in my books. This time, I re-assumed my ready position far before he did, sure to press my psychological advantage as well as the obviously growing physical one. I grinned. "Looks like you don't have the upper hand any more." I whispered, too quiet for him to hear.

He looked up then, noticing I was already ready, which I saw with even more vicious satisfaction did cause a momentary spark of rage in his eyes, before his face grey impassive once more. However calm and controlled he seemed, I had managed to rile him, at least to a degree, just like his lesser comrades, who only just reoccurred to me. A quick glance to my right revealed that they were standing as onlookers as well now, though they had been given a wide berth by the remaining villagers, some of who appeared to be placing bets, as people seemed to always do when a fight broke out.

But I did not look away for long. I rested my gaze once more on my opponent, who stood unmoving, but I knew that would change abruptly. He seemed to be waiting longer than usual to initiate his attack, but I supposed that was just an attempt to take advantage of subconsciously triggered mental and physical complacency. Which I was firmly making sure to resist. After the space of a very long thirty seconds he moved.

There was no hint of deviation, which assured me that he would be approaching my front. Instantaneously I came up with a plan of attack to counter a frontward assault - well, several, back-ups layered over one antoher to suit pretty much whatever situation arose. For all of them I'd have to be a little further away than usual from where he landed, and as such I moved a little further away than usual from where he would land, keeping my hands up in case he was somehow able to push himself that little bit further and extend his maximum warp distance.

But no; he landed exactly where I pictured he would land, a little out of range, awkwardly enough for him. But nonetheless he used his momentum to move forward with a straight punch at roughly my shoulder area. So, right arm punch; it matched up well with one of my envisions, and now all I had to do was follow through.

It occurred to me as I carried out my plans that I had most certainly gained on this guy; so much so that I had become the commandeer of our combat, the master, the decider, the one whose visions came true. I stepped down, under and out of his attack's range with immense celerity, and as I rose up to a standing position again I already had a single arm wrapped around my neck. It was time to counter his attack.

I turned my head to face him, his shoulder a convenient arm's length away. I rolled my whole upper body around with my attack, swinging my fist forward and out in a shallow arc, intending to hit the ringleader's upper arm with the back of my hand. The attack sprung out, once again with more speed than raw strength, catching my still unwound enemy just below the shoulder. This time, I held my arm looser throughout the motion, and made sure to lock it rigid as it hit, just long enough to transfer all of the force in one lightning-quick snap before retracting my arm quickly, creating an implosion of force inside his arm that would likely cause him great pain and crippling damage, if there were little outside signs of such.

But that was not all I had in store for him. Ohoho, no. As my arm retracted and snapped back in towards my chest I drew it towards my hip, using that trigger to pull my entire body around, utilizing my back arm and all the force implied from adjusting it to my forward arm to launch a second punch that was aimed towards the area just above his hip - the sweet spot, kidneys. With a similar technique to the first, I succeeded my initial attack with immense speed, snapping at him twice before he had a chance to recover, moving in slightly further with the second attack, going deeper, so as to deal even more damage.

The two attacks clearly registered for my opponent, who twisted away just a couple of seconds too late to avoid the full impact of my second attack, leaning - probably without thinking - slightly down onto his right hip, as it likely hurt like hell right about now. He took a couple of quick paces back, almost backing into a wooden pillar that stood up an alcove, his eyes alight with the rage that immediately, primitively and instinctively followed pain. I knew the next attack would be faster, and stronger.

And as I gritted my teeth in defiance, I knew I was prepared for it.[/ul][/justify]

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