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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 3:29:04 GMT 1
Zeke ran as fast as he could (which was a lot) away from the top floor. he finally ended up in the gym, and caught his breath.
"Damn it!" said Zeke. "He's getting better. If i'm not ready next time i see him, this could be it for me."
He looked around. he saw lots of people training (this was a gym after all) and knew this might be a good place to spar with someone.
((OOC: Anybody feel free to challenge me))
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Post by travis on Aug 26, 2007 11:03:17 GMT 1
Again Travis fiercely struck the wooden dummy with his fist make it rock back and forth violently. He paused breathing heavily waiting for the dummy stop rocking. He been in the school Gym for nearly two hours now most of which he had spent punch dummy. He hadn't made much of an impression on the dummy either, not that he was expecting to. No the dummy had made much more of an impression on him especially on him now bloody and bandaged right fist.
Slowly the dummy came to a stand still making the floor creak under it's weight. Travis sighed preparing to punch again. It was becoming harder and harder to motivate himself to him the dummy over and over. They weren't the best tools to measure your own progress on so even though he thought he was improving there was no way to tell. the only way to find out was to fight and he knew it .
The gym door opened and another student walked in. Before He could get to any equipment Travis decided to corner him. "Hey, How'd you like to spar against me." He asked .
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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 20:40:00 GMT 1
...Just his luck. Just when he needed one, he got a challenger. "Sure, I'll fight you." said Zeke. He thought for a moment. Wait. Doesn't this go against what I stand for? I don't fight when nobody's in danger.
But I have to get better.
But it's not worth breaking my principles.
But it can't be helped. I'll have to make sure it's just a friendly fight, so no one gets hurt. "But i don't want anyone to get hurt. How should we decide who's won?"
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Post by travis on Aug 26, 2007 22:48:59 GMT 1
" Alrighty then if your totally sure," He replied hie eyes transfixed on the boy face to see if there was the slightest change on his face. The slightest incline of doubt. Gleefully he rubbing his one bandaged and none bandaged hand together in eager anticipation. A small confident smile formed on his face moments later. He hadn't expect to get an opponent so quickly and at the first time of asking.
"The boys response caused his smile to grow even further. " Hey don't worry about it. Its not as if I'm fighting you for the mere sake of fighting There'd be no point if it was liek that ." He said coolly turning away from the boy. He paused for second and then continued speaking while looking over his shoulder .
" At any rate you definitely be able to walk away from this. The rings over here." He began to walk towards the ring past all the schools gym equipment and the others in the the gym.
" Hmmm, how about first one to step out of the ring or go to ground. Best of three? How does that sound ?" He asked as he walked expecting the boy to follow.
"Anyway whats your style , or will i just have to wait and see?"
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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 23:50:22 GMT 1
Zeke wasn't showing it, but he was nervous. This fight would be the very first fight he ever had where nobody was in danger. Then he realized that this was dangerous. Every time before, he always fought like his life depended on it. hopefully his opponent had at least some skill, or he could seriously get hurt. He decided to try to hold back.
Finally, Zeke thought about the boy's conditions. "Sure. sounds good. So the first to leave the ring loses, best out of three. And about my fighting style, I'll tell you mine of you tell me yours."
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Post by travis on Aug 28, 2007 13:02:36 GMT 1
" Good answer mate." Travis replied laughing quietly so much so that only he and the boy could here it. He was almost certain that this spar would be an enjoyable one and at Hircine anything that held even the slightest bit if enjoyment was something to be savored. "Hmm whats your name kid ?" he asked casually looking of his left shoulder. Half his attention was focused on the boys reply the other half was focused on avoiding the the mess of dumbbells and equipment that was in his path.
They reached the small make shift ring on the other side of the room. it was nothing more than a raised circle ring no more than 12 meters from side to side. Small but it served its purpose. Next to the ring were a couple of face makes and gloves
" Do you wear protection or not ? Either way it doesn't bother me I'm happier with out." he picked up a face mask and tossed to the boy while he stepped into the ring.
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Post by zeke on Aug 28, 2007 18:06:40 GMT 1
((OOC: Due to Timeline issues, I'll clear this up. this takes place after "Dante Returns", and before "The golden rule" for me.))
"My name's Zeke." Said Zeke. "But I've never actually done a friendly spar before, so i've never thought about protective gear." he thought a second... he didn't want anybody getting hurt, but this guy didn't want to wear it, so he was clearly at least a bit experienced. "I think that would slow me down, so just the masks." He continued: "But i don't want anybody injured, so let's set up some ground rules: First, no low blows, obviously. Second, nothing that you know could seriously hurt someone. sound good?"
He awaited the boy's response.
They had arrived at the ring."about fighting styles. you wanna go first? And before i forget, what's your name?"
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Post by travis on Sept 4, 2007 18:31:50 GMT 1
( sorry no where near my best post)
Travis just gave a small nodded in reply.
He was already standing in the ring gently stretching, his hands clasped together high over his head. He pulled until he felt a small twinge in his shoulders the let them rest back next to his sides.
" Oh what? No low blows?" he pleaded in mocking disappointment. His facial expressions then changed back to neutral " You really are worried aren't you? Most of what you've said goes without saying." He beckoned with a hand "Come on we may as well get started while the days young. Anyway I'm Travis."
Travis waited until the boy had entered the ring " no one takes turns its free flowing" he said slowly walking to wards Zeke. When he was just about in range his left fist snapped forward aiming at the boys rib cage
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Post by zeke on Sept 4, 2007 20:18:21 GMT 1
Zeke laughed a bit at how Travis had misunderstood what he had said. "no, i mean i told you i'd tell you my fighting style if you told me yours, so i was asking if you wanted to tell me yours fir-"
But he had no time to finish. Travis probably hadn't heard him, and thought the fight had already started, so he went straight for his rib cage. He quickly fell back to avoid the attack, and, once he was on the floor, spin-kicked him, aiming at the legs, in an attempt to trip him.
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