An old friend returns (training/spar) please post

[Jazz]

It had been several months since Jazz had come to San Fran. He had been away on bussiness in Varron still trying to get things sorted since the disapearance of akamaru. Since the encounter with Narin he had not laid eyes on him. He had parked his bike in the city center and got on the tram down to the forest. HIs intention was clear. He was going down there to get himself back into some sort of training. Since the fight with Narin Jazz had rejected all forms of fighting, preffering to fight with words than his fists. He ahd felt this way for many months untill one day he had a dream.

In this dream his closest friend appeard to him and basicaly told him to get his ass out of the rut he was in and to get back to doning what he did best and that was his martial art.

Jazz began to go through his old drills, slow and simple. He found that his body was not quite up to speed and found it dificult to return to the once nimble being he had been in his past life in varron. While there his speed was the key to his victory. Now he fealt slow and out of shape. The most basic of moves he found dificult and he knew that he would only get better if he were to fight someone head on but untill then his training would have to do.

The forest was quite and dark green. The light comming from above was obsucred green by the leaves on the trees which kind of Gave Jazz a mood. It was along the lines of he could see around him but everything having stayed the same had changed so much. He didnt know if his friends were still here or had they fallen pray to those who would do damage to them.

While thinking about this his drils became faster and more intense. slowley he was getting back to the way he was. bit he would not get back to that with any haste.

As Jazz began to kick and punch more quickly, as was his drills, Beads of sweat ran down his forehead indicating how unfit he had become itting behinde his desk. He needed a good spar.

[Dante Williams]

Dante walked slowly throughout the forest near San Fransisco. He needed to get away from everything for a while. Simply to escape his acting, his agent, people, reality... and Rebecca... He wanted his old life back.

He wanted it so badly. He didn't care for all of the fame in the world if he could have his old life full of ignorance, love, and mindlessness back. But he knew by now that could never happened, he'd learned too much about the world now to go back. He'd seen countless people getting killed in one year. God, He thought, most 17 year olds aren't supposed to live like this! To know stuff like this! Hircine High School was both the best thing to happen to him and also the worst.

I've seen a man's ribcage being torn out of his body, and his internal organs spilling out, only to be mercied by having his brains blown out o head, and this was the same man that raped my girlfriend. I've also seen many, both good and evil, both Watchmen and The Hand, getting shot, and than later almost everyone was blown up by their gang leader, who was also killed in the explosion...

"God I hate it all so much!" He screamed at the top of his lung as his foot slammed into a nearby tree. After that, their was almost complete silence. Not even the birds dared to even flutter their wings or chirp. Soon though, he heard the crunching of leaves in the distance. He ran over to the sound to see someone practicing against a tree. It looked like he was having a hard time too. Dante could see that this man was about to be exhausted.

He walked calmly over to him. "Hey," Dante said while holding out his hand for the stranger to shake, "The name's Dante Williams, and it looks like you're having a hard time with that tree their. Maybe a living opponent would suit your training needs better?" This is exactly what Dante needed to get his mind off of things. A good old-fashioned mindless fight.

[Jazz]

Thoughts of the fight with Narin came flooding into his head. What he had forced Akamaru into doin and how he did it, Jazz was happy that this monstor was dead. The monstor was dead but the demon of that day burned bright within him. The more he though about it the more enraged he became. It wasnt like Jazz to loose his cool like this but so much had happend to those he cared about. He unleashed a volly of hard quick punches into a sprouse tree that stood only yards from him, Denting the hard bark and crunching his knuckles. The images started to come faster and become more vivid as if he had goine back in time and was fighting Narin all over again.

The sight of Narin with the young girl holding a pistol to her head and forcing Ak into trying to kill Jazz through blackmail. The fight that had ensued between the two was bloody. It was as if his body had rememberd the fighting sequences and he was performing them perfectly.

The image of the burning support beam falling on ak Flashed into his mind and when it did he threw a wild fist out that conected with the tree stripping a good few inches of bark and blooding up his hand. At whcih point he heard a voice calling out to him. He pulled his fist back intowards his body and let it drop by his side as he turned to face the voice. As he did so blood droplets began to fall from his fist. he was not panting heavily and sweating incredibly quickly, A few large beeds ran down the side of his his head and down his brow onto his nose. Hs shoulders were semi slumped forward and his back was hunched just slightly with his right hand now bleeding badly. Due to the adrenaline however he could not feel much of the pain

Jazz looked over at the man, confused.

''Who.....are......you!?''

The young man gave his reply and Jazz nodded.

''You are more than welcome to join me here just give me a sec.''

The passion and what some would call a look of near madness was buring in his eyes. He turned round to pick up his back pack and pulled out a glove. He stuffed the glove 1/4 up with a cloth and poord iodeine in it then winced as he slipped his bloody hand into it. The then took a swig out of his bottle of water.

''Drink?'' He said as he threw Dante the bottle.

[Dante Williams]

OOC:
Sorry for the length, I'm just coming in and kind of rushing this

IC:
Dante nodded silently in reply to the man as he told Dante to wait. He looked down at his clenched fists and noticed that they were bleeding. Then he grimaced as he saw his future spar partner put a bunch of iodine. Ouch... He thought as he winced for half a second, ...must hurt like hell...

As he saw Jazz's outstretched arm hold out a water bottle towards Dante. Dante shrugged and grabbed the water bottle with his already stretched arm that he was hoping Jazz would shake. He then took a small sip of the water. He didn't want to drink too much and be rude.

"So..." Dante said, handing the water bottle back as he wiped his arm with his free hand, "If I'm going to spar someone I'd appreciate it if I knew their name first..." His opponent seemed pretty... interesting to say the least. Very determined to say the least. He made his fists bleed from punching a tree too hard. And fighting a tree was not really an activity that Dante would recommend to anyone. Seemed pretty painful. And what Dante had seen in Jazz's eyes seemed like a kind of madness. Not a lust for bloodshed like Auroth had, but more of a drive to keep on going.

It's going to be fun fighting him... Dante thought, waiting for an answer from him. He quickly stepped back, just in case he tried to fight immediately or something.

[Jazz]

''.....I appologise, where are my maners!'' Jazz said. With a tad of normality now returning to his once passionate face.

''The name is Akira but everyone around here knows me as Jazz.'' He didnt go into any detail as to why he had chosen to forget his real name. He simpley took the bottle back and nodded to his partner in agreeance.

''You need not worry my friend, I am in good condition for the most part...'' He said glacing down at the black glovw on his hand. The smile on his face indicating that he was making a joke.

He lowerd himself into his fighting stance, An addapted Karate stance. The stance was primarily defencive with his right arm hooked at his side and his cleched fist by his waist. The other hand was errect and at a right angle to his body. The position of his feer were such that his left leg was protruding out unfrint of him with his toes facing his opponent and his right was approximatly two and a half paces behined it with his toes angles to the right for additional balance.

Jazz moved in close to his opponent as he prepared himself, alowing him time to ready himself aswell. Once in position Jazz decided to test his opponent and threw a powerfull High kick aimed at just below the shoulder. As it was a test however he only put in just under half of his over all strength but still enough to let his opponent know he was serious.

excuse the spelling and post length and late reply

[Dante Williams]

OOC: It's all good ;D

IC:

Dante smiled warmly as Jazz introduced himself, "Nice to meet you, Jazz..." Then he politely made a smirk when it was obvious that Jazz made a joke about his condition, though he didn't entirely get what the joke meant whether he was really okay or if he was really in bad shape...

As his opponent got into a fighting stance, Dante analyzed his opponent, Judging by his build, he looks like his fighting style and attacks are mobility and speed based, but it's beyond me why he chooses a defensive stance then. Defense is for bigger, stronger people like.... The two biggest people he knew also caused him the most grief, People like Tank and Sedrix... Tank died horribly and Sedrix was the brother, and partial reason of his girlfriend's leaving him...

...anyway.... He thought, snapping back into reality, So I can only guess that he lacks in raw power and his defense leaves something to be desired at least. And that amount of raw emotion he had earlier, I could use that against him...

Quickly after Jazz had gotten into his stance, Dante had gotten into his orthodox stance as well, putting both his hands in front of him in an open-palm position, and he jumped from foot to foot quickly to gain momentum. Soon after that though, Jazz aimed a high kick below Dante's left shoulder. Dante smirked lightly as the kick was coming. He raised his left arm and planted his right foot forward while he shuffled forward about a couple of inches, and before the attack could really hit and do much damage, Dante grabbed Jazz's leg by wrapping his left arm around it. He was grabbing Jazz's knee about right above the knee, so he was in striking distance.

The attack stung a little, but Dante could easily heal, and it was a half-assed attempt anyway. After he had grabbed Jazz's leg, he yanked Jazz towards him, and since the distance between them wasn't that great, Dante attempted a right punch into Jazz's stomach. And Jazz couldn't dodge or let go because of the loss of balance caused by the yank, and the fact that Dante was still holding onto Jazz's leg.

If the attack was successful, Dante would let go of Jazz's leg, but not before giving a major change of momentum and pushing it forward, and along with the punch that would push Jazz to fall back as well, this would be another loss of balance, preventing him from dodging, blocking, or counteracting against when Dante would try to lash out his right leg and kick Jazz square in the chest and quickly pull his leg back and plant it.

[Jazz]

Jazz was glad to meet a fighter that acctualy enjoued a little banter now and then. He didnt like the sternfaced ass's that you meat from time to time who have no funny bone.

After Jazz sunk into position he wached Dante do the same. His stance was indeed basic however in Jazz' experiance the most basic were also the most effective.

Jazz launched hi move designed to test the reflex and manover ability of his opponent. A kick was launched from his right leg to the upper half of Dante's arms. The move connected but not before his leg was grabbed whioch indeed through Jazz off balance.

Due to Jazz lack of body strength he stumbled and looked up briefly into the eyes of his opponent, noticing the confidence brimming through him. This was a guy who knew how to fight in comparison to Jazz recent decisoion not to fight he was at a major disadvantage.

However a disadvantage it may be but experiance Jazz had in abundace. In a bold move, when his leg was caught, he alowed his momentum to take him forward, changing the position of his body just enough so that the trapped leg was now aligned with his body, He thrust his opposite leg out. He forced it into the gut of dante and pushed back hard. The sudden change in momentum would release him if the move was successfull.

ooc: Move make sence? If not PM me man.

[Dante Williams]

OOC: Sorry if I seem like I’m God Modding, but in the PM you said you would fall and roll down, and unless you want a paragraph long post, I needed something else to put into there >_< If you feel like changing it, just PM

IC:

Dante smirked as he was about to follow through with his attack. But quickly after he had grabbed Jazz’s leg, there was an unexpected attack as only leg keeping him up had went up quickly to jab Dante in the diaphragm. Dante was out of breath for a while and so he let Jazz go while inhaling and letting the oxygen reach his brain.

He saw Jazz put both his hands down to break his inevitable fall as he rolled away and stood back up. Dante chuckled softly, “You’re good. I’ll give you that. It’s nice to meet a good challenge now and again.” He got into a new pose he was testing out based on his normal stance. He started out normally, hopping from foot to foot, except that his right foot was in front of his left, and putting a bit more weight on his right leg. He also positioned his hands so that his right was in front of his face and in between being open-palm and a fist. Basically, it was a slightly open fist and his left hand was in a fist, and charged behind him. This new stance was made for charging an enemy. He was putting more weight on his right one, so that later, he could charge forward faster, and his right fist could be used for defense or a counter-attack more easily. His left hand was made for more powerful attacks.

Soon, he charged forward, being faster than usual, and as soon as he was within striking distance of Jazz, he attempted to jab his left fist quickly into Jazz’s stomach, if successful, then it would put Jazz off balance and disoriented. Right then, if his attack connected, he would close his right hand into a fist and try an uppercut towards Jazz’s chin.

[Jazz]

Jazz' punch connected with about 2 thirds of Jazz over all strength. Afterall he didnt want to hurt the guy right from the off but did just enough to let himself be released.

He landed with a light elagent thud and smoothly rolling off to his oppnents right by about 6 yards. He stood back up instantly and dropped right back down into his stance, waiting for Dantes next move.

He noticed that Dante had taken a new stance which DID look offencive to Jazz but knowing people around here like he did there was no way to be sure of anything.

'Intresting....?'

He though to himself in a moment of thought while scanning his stance.

While Jazz was in thought Dante Lanched an attack. His attack was strait and simple but indeed effective. It looked almost as if this was a move to throw Jazz.

The punched was launched accurate and true, Jazz had little time to turn to his right, Due to this the attack cought his ribs slightly although painfull it would not have been enough to throw him off.

Shuffeling his right foot in and dropping his right shoulder, he grasped Dantes wrist tight as it deflected off his chest. Using his momentum to guide Dante he brought his right elbow up and into his sternum designed to target the area that had already been hit. This time however it was designed to do damage.

If accurate Jazz would release Dantes wrist and folow through his owne movements to winde up behinde the young fighter and place a powerfull Mid powerd kick to the back of his knees. Not to cause him any pain, Just to knock him to the floor.

OOC: most sorry about the reply being late...work.

[Dante Williams]

OOC: Sorry about the late reply. And to be honest, I don’t have an excuse except for the fact that I’m extremely lazy. >_<

Dante was slightly frustrated that his attack didn’t hit it’s earlier designated spot. Instead, his opponent had slightly turned his body to minimize his damage. Smart guy… Dante thought while smirking. But suddenly, his wrist was grabbed by his enemy. Well, this is a surprise… Dante thought, but not really a nice surprise on that note… Right then, Dante would attempt to pull his right arm away from Jazz. Since Jazz had his right hand free, then that meant that he was grabbing Dante with his left hand.

Now that would be very awkward for some reasons. Now if Jazz was facing Dante, then it would be pretty easy and this grip on Dante’s wrist would be pretty strong, but the thing was, when Jazz was trying to shift his body, he made it so that he turned to the right, making Jazz’s right side face Dante. This would make it extremely awkward for Jazz to do anything with his left hand to Dante, much less try to grip a part of Dante.

Dante would pull his wrist towards himself, and the lack of weight and momentum that Jazz would place on his left side would be considerably weak, due to the fact that Jazz would be trying to attack Dante completely with his right side. This would most likely pull Jazz towards Dante, and that would also cause a loss of balance from Jazz, rendering any future attacks that might have been planned void.

From here, Dante would attempt to pull his wrist away. Due to Jazz’s loss of balance, his grip would be even further weakened and he would most likely let go unless he was super human. Now since Jazz was on Dante’s right side and off of balance, Dante would pivot to face Jazz’s left side and would try to put all of his weight on his left foot while with his right leg, he would try to kick down on Jazz’s left leg, and this would most likely make Jazz crash down. From here Dante would attempt to swoop down on Jazz and try to put him in a half nelson.

OOC: Sorry if this is a crappy post, I kind of have writers block ^^;;