Like Light to the Flies (Auroth, spectators)

[Tiao Lei Shen]

Auroth...I see you don't have a last name listed. Interesting. This is Tiao Lei Shen, I'm confident you know of me. I heard you carried some skill in the martial arts, primarily Kung Fu. I also heard a talk of students wondering if it was greater than mine. It led me to wonder as well. Meet me in the parking lot after school, if you're curious as well. I just have to know.

Tiao pressed the send button on his smart phone, texting the one known as Auroth. The pillar pocketed the phone, turning his head back up to his third period class. Tiao was confident that Auroth would receive the message in time. He could have searched him out during the next passing period--it wouldn't be hard, Tiao did have his entire file in his backpack-- but that would have garnered unwanted attention.

Unlike many of his other fights, Tiao wasn't promoting this one. Auroth seemed to be an under the radar type of person, and he figured this method would work best. Currently, there were no grudges held, and no reason to embarass the defeated with a crowd. If one gathered on its own, well, Tiao never minded an audience either. He wasn't the type to get anxious.

By the time school bell rang, Tiao waited roughly ten minutes before heading outside. Most of the students would be on their way out, though surely not all of them. He move to a nearby car, leaning on the hood. It was a Mustang. There weren't too many of them at the school, despite it being a rich school with rich kids and rich cars. Tiao expected it belonged to Loire, the only student he knew to own one, and he took solace in that. Hopefully, some damage would end up on this car. Leon Loire had it coming to him for a number of reasons as far as Tiao was concerned.

Tiao looked back and forth, waiting to see his opponent come by. Through rumors, Tiao heard that Auroth had a cliche sense of honor, not all too common for a white guy. He expected Auroth would show, and he knew he would recognize the man. After all, his clothin style wasn't exactly as under the radar as he was.

[Auroth]

Auroth was sitting quietly in his last class, idly staring out into the school's courtyard. He was in Chemistry right now, a bore of a class that held no feeling, no emotion, nothing that would interest the liberal art minded man. Science. Despite its usefulness, it is still essentially boring. More boring than a bag of rocks. Still, boredom was no excuse for failing, and Auroth made sure that his grades were the top of his class. As such, there was no real need for Auroth to pay attention in this class. All of this was review for a test, a test Auroth could probably ace in roughly ten minutes. So, instead of giving a damn, the Kung Fu practitioner looked outside into the courtyard, resting his head against his upright arm with his fist up against his cheek.

The man then felt a unfamiliar sensation in his pants. Dirty as that sounded, he reached into his pants and searched around a bit. Luckily, no one had seen him do this. A few moments later, he procured a small phone, his cell phone, which by this point had stopped vibrating. It was a text message, his first in a long white, and it told him that Auroth has been challenged to a fight. Intrigued, Auroth text back "Fine" as the bell rung. Leaving class, the man placed upon his lips a rather grim smile, grim in the sense of what a self-satisfied psychopath would wear after slaughtering a village. Auroth lived to fight and do battle; that was all there was to his recreation these days. To know the thrill of hand-to-hand and melee combat was what gave the Martial Artist the rush he so desired. Him walking down these halls was the same feeling that a crack junkie would get just as the needled steadied itself toward the crack head's vein.

Stepping outside, he waited a bit and looked around. There would be no crowd here, and it seemed as though most people were unaware of the duel that was about to take place. It suited Auroth really; He had no need of fame or glory. He would accept it if it came to him, but he did not go out seeking what so many others spent their lives chasing. Instead, he would merely enjoy the fight for what it was; a chance to throw down with one of the legendary pillars. Now, Auroth had heard that this Tiao fellow was a powerful Kung Fu practitioner. Already, he could hear "Your Kung Fu is weak" pop out somewhere in the middle of the fight.

Taking a few steps into the parking lot, the blond noticed the Pillar near a car. It was a mustang, a nice looking one at that, but sadly it will probably get trashed before this fight was done. Now, the Pillar had a strange, or to be more blunt stereotypical, get up. Not that there was wrong with anything with that, buy hey, it's not like Auroth walks around with a beret, a cheesy mustache and looks like a bona fide Frenchman, or shaves his head, wears a bunch of semi-military attire and looks like a Neo-Nazi. Still, even with the unusually out fit Auroth had to admit the Pillar does have that aura where if you insult his outfit, you'd probably find yourself face first in the cement.

Auroth quietly approached the Pillar, his eyes both fierce and relaxed as he stopped a few yards away from the Pillar. A cool, gently breeze then blew in, creating a whistling noise all across the parking lot. In the back, students walking out of school toward their cars filled the lot, yet Auroth only kept his gaze directed on Tiao.

"I accept your challenge" He began promptly. With that, the man turned his body perpendicular to Tiao and lowered himself a bit in a flash. He raised his right fist to his face in an instant, yet kept out his left fist stretched out with his elbow bent, pointing directly at Tiao. His legs were shoulder width apart, with his knees bent enough so that his legs weren't locked up and thus he could be fluid with his movements. His left foot stood out, facing the Pillar in defiance while the Blond's right leg was in the back, bidding its time.

"When shall we stop?" The man asked after his got into stance in a caressing, if not serene, voice "When one of us says so? First Blood? First Broken Limb? Or when one of us is on the ground bleeding?"

[Tiao Lei Shen]

A few more moments went by. Auroth wasn't anywhere to be seen as of yet. As a few straggling students walked by, Tiao places the balck of his right hand into his left palm. He pushed on the joint, loosening it before switching to do the opposite side. Before he went back to the first side, he turned his head just in time to see Auroth approach. His arrival was quickly followed up with a stance and a question.

"Sure..." Tiao started, pushing off the hood of the car as he stood straight up, crossing his hands in front of his chest once more.

"If that's all it takes to get you to stop. For me, the only way you'll get me to stop is if I can't fight anymore. No time limit, no rules. Fighting dirty is fine if thats your thing. Sound good?"

If there were no objections, Tiao would knock fists with Auroth, assuming that was what the gesture was for. He always figured it was more of a boxing or karate thing to do, but no matter. it meant Auroth could attack immediately following if he chose. If he did that, Tiao would be ready. If no, Tiao would take a few steps back, allowing both of them suitable time to prepare.

Just out of striking range, Tiao would slide his right leg back, slightly bending his knees. It wasnt' a very deep or wide stance, looking more that he was walking than preparing to fight. However, Tiao raised his hands, clenching each into a tiger claw. He held the right hand just in front of his chest as his left arm extended in front of him with the elbow still bent. Tiao's eyes looked at Auroth's, preparing for an attack if it came. Tiao was giving Auroth the time to fully prepare for what could only be a fair fight. If Auroth didn't take that time, that would be up to him. Tiao almost preferred rushing as it was.

If that attack never came, Tiao would push forward on his right foot, lunging forward with his left. Planting his left in front, his knee would bend, lowering his center of gravity as his right foot slid behind, remaining extended behind him. Causing his body to become perpendicular to Auroth's. Tiao's left arm would rise at the elbow, the arm twisting to expose his under forearm to Auroth's front as it would rise up below eye level. The arm would push up Auroth's left arm behind the elbow, continuing to rise up and strike the taller man in the chin.

[Auroth]

"That's good then" The man replied. "Until one of us can't move"

With that, the man let go of his stance as he approached Tiao. They struck their fists together, and slowly the blond backed away as he smiled at his opponent. He did not need to attack immediately. This was, after all, just a friendly fight... In so much as the definition of friendly can stretch. There was no grudge, no anger, no beef between the two of them. All this was to Auroth was just a formal challenge to see who was stronger. Dirty tricks would not be necessary, or for that matter honorable, for the fight.

Still, the blond was curious as to why Tiao had challenged him. Perhaps it was merely a test of power, but perhaps there were ulterior motives involved. After all, he was a Pillar, and this could be some sort of trap.... Upon further think, Auroth thought trap for what? He has done nothing wrong to the school's knowledge... And even if Tiao somehow figured he was against the Watchers, wouldn't he be more inclined to join than fight Auroth?

Brushing aside these thoughts, the man mentally prepared himself as he moved into his standard stance as previously mentioned. He was fluid and shapeless like water, able to flow with the situation and change. His mind was calm and relaxed, like the eye of the tornado, as he stared relentlessly at Tiao. A wicked smile came over his face, yet the blond was able to suppress it into a gentle smile. Hints of madness could be seen at every crack on his lips, but hopefully the pillar wouldn't notice.

Now, Auroth let Tiao come to him. He could've gone onto the offensive... But it was important to first understand your foe before creating any big attacks. A few silent moments passed, and Tiao moved in. Auroth stayed his ground, still staring at the Pillar with his cool azure eyes. Around him, he noticed the presence of people staring at him. He wasn't distracted by them though, if anything all he cared about was how Tiao was coming in crouched with his left arm out and ready to strike. Instinctively, as Tiao neared, the man turned and moved back to be in a line with Tiao before circling him a few steps around him to Tiao's right. Auroth then moved in with a swift right jab, one aimed right for the Pillar's right cheek.

Tiao would probably suspect this, as would any experienced fighter, but Auroth had a hunch that Tiao would be expecting a powerful knock-out level punch to come soaring through the air and come right toward the Pillar. After all, the jab was a excellent set up punch for a more powerful attack. Yet considering Tiao knew of Auroth's Chinese Martial Arts training, a kick would also come to the Pillar's mind as well for expecting what the Blond would do next. Yet after the jab, hit or miss, Auroth moved in with his right fist clenched and ready to go. Getting closer to Tiao, Auroth would suddenly lift his knee to slam it toward Tiao's rib area; hopefully catching the Pillar off guard with his attack while he focused on the fist. The blond wouldn't know if this technique would work, after all this was a Pillar, but he could hope his knee strike would be true.

His knee strike was not a Kung Fu move, but to Auroth Kung Fu was not static or stagnant. The Shaolin Monks of the past learned different ways of fighting from soldiers, thieves, etc and were not taught the secrets of combat by Bodhisattvas. The Monks were able to develop their form of fighting from what they learned over the years, and develop it into Kung Fu. Auroth internalized this philosophy after learning the White Crane styles and reading several books on Shaolin Monks, and was able to pick up how to knee strike by a nearby kick boxer to add to his armory of techniques.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

(OOC: I have a feeling my posts are going to be shorter than yours...I'm also assuming the jab was supposed to be with the left hand, if I'm wrong, pm me.)

For a few moments, Auroth looked as if he was in thought. Tiao didn't presume to know what he was thinking about, nor did he care. He wasn't about to ask him what was on his mind. If Auroth could clear his mind in time, good for him, if not, too bad.

Knowing his attack would lack range, Tiao wasn't surprised to see Auroth step back before circling around. Tiao had expected him to go to his back, but no matter. By moving to his front, Auroth just made it easier on the Pillar. As Auroth began to move, Tiao's body would instinctively move along with it. He turned his hips just slightly to the right, pulling his right leg in at the same time. He'd land in a horse stance, feet wide and already facing his opponent.

The jab was expected, allowing Tiao's readied right hand to easily deflect it to the inside with a short palm strike to the forearm. The simple one, two, punch combination would be what most would do, and Tiao was ready for it. However, when it didn't come, Tiao wasn't surprised. Auroth was a slender man, more so than Tiao, and even if he connecte cleanly with a one, two, it probably wouldn't have been a knockout hit as it was.

Instead, when the knee strike came, Tiao's left arm shot accross his chest at a slight downwards angle. In a quick and fluid manner, Tiao deflected the jab, continuing to strike the outer thigh of Auroth's kneeing right leg, causing the knee to prematurely cross in front of Tiao and miss its target of his torso.

Finishing the three hit combination, Tiao would step forward with his left leg again, forming a similiar stance to his orignal attack. At the same time, Tiao's right hand would be circling under his left, coming up quick in a wide arc. Causing Auroth's body to turn to his own left, Tiao's foot would step behind Auroth as his forearm would slame into the right side of his kneck. A closeline was the most popular word for it in the present, though Tiao's version was of the ancient northern shaolin, extending his fingers as if he was going to chop. Forming the aerodynamic shape, the arm would gain impressive speed, likely striking Auroth before his kneeing leg would even touch down to the ground.

[Auroth]

OoC: Don't worry, I'll probably fry out my creative juices in post length and be reduced to like 3 paragraphs lol. Also, yes: It was my left hand. I'm also assuming I spun to the left. If I'm wrong, PM me

Auroth was amazed. Tiao had such skill in deflect his blows with rather simple movements. However, Auroth could tell that despite their embrace of the Kung Fu styles, they were dramatically different. Tiao adhered to Traditional Movement and styles, while Auroth opted to go for a more free flowing style. So while they both studied Chinese Martial Arts, their applications and usage of them differed on a fundamental level. It might as well have been they were both fighting in different styles. Still, Auroth couldn't complain. He had found a competent opponent in the form of Tiao. For Auroth, finding a good fight was all there was for him.

So, as Tiao's knife hand came in Auroth noted how Tiao was able to seamlessly flow into this move. It was important for Auroth to note the strength and weaknesses in his opponents after all. In that way, he can move and exploit the weaknesses in his foes and downplay the strengths that his foe would bring to the game.

Physically, what Auroth did to respond was merely bring up his shoulders to cover and protect his neck. Tiao's impact against his shoulder was dreadfully painful. Auroth shuddered at the idea of if Auroth had no blocked the attack, for the knife hand if it were to hit his neck could've been a fight stopper right there.

However, that was Tiao's response and now it was Auroth's turned to pay back the favor. As the blond spun through, forced this way by Tiao, he thought it would be rather prudent to turn this into a advantage. As he spun to his left, he curled his left hand into a tight fist. Tiao was wrong about Auroth's speed. As soon as the knife hand hit, Auroth already had his knee striking leg down. Further more, it would only be a half second later after Tiao had hit Auroth that the blond would use the momentum of the spin to twist his body around and send a left backfist toward Tiao's face, as he was repositioning himself from his attack.

Moving with the attack, the blond would then force his right hand into a flat palm, and stride forward with his left and right feet to send a powerful Palm strike to Tiao's chest following his back fist. The Palm Strike would be powerful, yet not as damaging as a Fist. There was a difference between power and damage after all. The fist, with its knuckles, can inflict a huge amount of damage. The palm, in contrast with the resilient quality of the palm itself, can take more punishment, and therefore be sent with more power and force behind it than a fist. Auroth's palm strike might not be as painful as a fist, but it would be strong enough to probably send Tiao back a few yards.... Hopefully enough for him to trip and hurt himself.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

By being labeled as a practioner of Kung Fu would give little if no hints to as how Auroth would fight. Tiao never assumed it would be like his Northern Shaolin, since "Kung Fu" could mean any number of hundreds upon hundreds of sub styles. Tiao was indeed much more of a fundamentalist practioner, whereas Auroth flowed from several different philosophies. That wasn't to say Tiao himself couldn't do the same however, as he was also fluid in a number of other disciplines. The fact simply remained that he hadn't found a reason to do so, Tiger was almost always more than enough on its own.

There was some dissatisfaction when Tiao's arm collided with Auroth's shoulder. Not only could this one move quickly, but he could react just as well. No matter, if Auroth planned to keep putting his limbs in the way, Tiao would just hammer them until he could no longer lift them.

Even though Auroth moved quickly, it would be hard not to notice the spin. Even though having the exposed back flash accross his vision, Tiao wouldn't have time to strike it. It was easy enough to assume that Auroth was following through with a backfist, and as such, Tiao was reacting. Raising his left arm, Tiao blocked forearm to forearm. Rather than stop at mere blocking, however, Tiao acted as if it was more of a strike. The pain level would depend on Auroth's own conditioning of his forearms.

Almost the same time as impact, Tiao would be sliding his left foot back, attempting to maneuver to Auroth's back. Thankfully, Tiao would have been able to slow Auroth's momentum enough where by the time Auroth would be able to torque enough to throw the palm strike it would his Tiao's left shoulder as he moved back and to the right. It wouldn't cause any pain, but it would slow Tiao down a moment as well.

Still holding Auroth's arm out with his own left arm, Tiao's right foot would slide out just a bit more. His right hand would shoot straight out, palming the exposed ribs on Auroth's left side. Rather than stop there, Tiao's fingers would latch inwards, gripping the ribs with the tightness to bring pride to the term "tiger claw."

[Auroth]

Auroth eye's twitched for a moment as he felt the bone on bone contact from Tiao's block. Now, the blond conditioned his forearms to the point that they were like bricks, but even so the pain from the block indicated that his opponent also conditioned his forearms. The blond also curled his lip in chagrin as his palm strike nudged Tiao one the shoulder, as oppose to slamming right up against his ribs. The Pillar was a skilled one, but Auroth had to wonder how well his opponent would deal with a cascade of blows and strikes.

Quickly, the Blond twisted his blocked hand to grab onto Tiao's wrist and twist it with the fury of one thousand suns. The result would be a twisted arm and a weird mix of force and strain against Tiao's arm. It was a compliance hold, and was one of the techniques he learned from studying Aikido. The hold wouldn't hurt Tiao, but it would strain his arm and put a pressure on him so that his balance would be throw off and his body would be titled.The wrist compliance hold was such that Tiao probably wouldn't be able to get out unless he used his other arm. In other words, what Auroth was doing was playing a game of wrist mercy that didn't hurt.

So as Tiao's tiger claw came soaring in, the blond would then tug onto Tiao's wrist, throwing him off so that the Tiger Claw would miss. To also ensure that the strike would miss. Auroth would side step to Tiao's side, the side where Auroth has got a hold of the Pillar's arm. He would then lift the arm he was holding high into the sky while he curl his free hand up, forming it into a wicked fist. The warrior would then send in his fist in the form of a hammer strike toward his opponent's stomach at a dreadful speed.

All the while, the blond maintained his classic dark smile. His teeth shinned like a razor blade, while his cold, azure eyes were filled with excitement and enjoyment.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

Auroth's hold might have been able to hold Tiao's arm without the use of his other hand, that is if the hold had already been established. By blocking forearm to forearm, it would take a little longer than simply gripping the wrist as the arm would have to slide downwards. Now, Tiao didn't spend hours on the Wing Chun Dummy daily for nothing. The second he felt Auroth's arm began to move, he followed suitely.

His left arm would slide up as Auroth's arm would slide down, pre-empting Auroth's grab by prolonging the distance his opponent's hand would have to move. Digging his fingers and twisting his hand to get the tiger like grip, Tiao would pull Auroth's arm downward. Auroth could grab his forearm as well if he still intended to grab, but not before Tiao had already started his pull on the arm.

Pulling the arm to his hip to retain most control, Tiao would step back with his left and move his right leg to the side as he had originaly planned. Instead of striking low, however, Tiao would send his right palm into the left cheekbone of Auroth. If all went according to plan, Tiao would let go of Auroth's arm on impact, allowing the slender fighter to move away with the strike.

[Auroth]

Auroth felt it, the changing of wrist control as Tiao altered his arms so that now he was in control of Auroth's wrist. Sure, the blond could follow the suite and change control.... But no, it would be far more interesting to see where this led... And besides, Auroth was not in the mood to be playing wrist games when he could instead just go and smash Tiao's face in. Auroth would just try and break the hold the moment he got and proceed with the rest of his plans.

Soon enough, Auroth felt a tug on his arm as Tiao wanted the blond to head downward. He felt Tiao rise up his arm as he pulled Auroth down, digging his nails into his skin. Now was the moment to break free though, the moment to lose this grip. Quickly and suddenly, Auroth pulled out his arms by summoning all his strength he had. He felt Tiao's nails cut his skin, as blood dripped down his left arm in a spectacular and vivid manner. The pain was great, yet the man's face showed no signs of up and instead it seemed as though Auroth's ghastly smile was increased tenfold. This move was the antithesis of the Crane way of thinking. Instead of avoiding attacks, Auroth only sought to absorb every last drop of agony Tiao's nails could dispense....

But it was worth it.... The adrenaline... The excitement.... This was what Auroth lived for.

His arm bloody and dripping onto the pavement, Auroth soon enough began his retaliation. He moved in fast, closing the distance between the two in a heart beat. His right arm then shot up like a lightning bolt in a quick and fast uppercut against the Pillar's chin, hitting before Tiao could even throw up his palm strike. Auroth was fast after all, and now he realized that he was probably faster than Tiao. If successful, the blond would then follow it up with a nice elbow toward Tiao's chest by his right arm via popping out his elbow and moving forward: Thus giving the elbow force to injure Tiao with. However, the main intention of his elbow strike was to send Tiao back a few yards to increase the distance between the two while the blond stood his ground.

Auroth would not back down. To back down would be a sign of weakness... a sign of giving up and a sign of losing. No, Auroth never backed down... Not even in the face of Odin who could easily knock out Auroth with a punch to the face. Auroth was here to stay, and told his message clear to the Pillar through not backing down: Auroth was strong, strong enough to stand up and not back down to the Pillar, and symbolically through that, the entire school.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

Albeit unknowing how, Tiao felt Auroth slip out of his grip. Perhaps his nails were getting too long, something he usually tended to check on. Either way, his fingers ripped through Auroth's forearm, allowing the slender fighter to pull his arm away. While Auroth certainly moved fast, it would be hard to not noticed Auroth turning towards him, as in order to strike he would need to turn his shoulders to strike Tiao with his right arm.

With Auroth becoming loose within his guard, Tiao didn't plan to remain stagnant. As Auroth moved in, Tiao jumped back on his just recently planted left foot. In the process of moving his right already, it was only a simple matter of sending it behind him instead of to the side once the weight was removed from the equation. As Auroth's uppercut came in, Tiao had to weave his upper body back, causing the fist to just pass in front of his face rather than strike him in the chin.

As Tiao moved back, his left arm would swing up from the outside, the pawing like motion intending on slamming the heel of the palm into Auroth's right ear. With an extended arm, Tiao would be able to strike even as he gained distance, moving above Auroth's right shoulder and striking the unprotected area. Unfortunately, the moment Tiao would land and strike, Auroth would surprise him with the second front of his own attack.

Tiao would be struck in the chest by Auroth's elbow. It obviously hurt, but thanks to Tiao already moving back it wouldn't cause any lasting damage. While Tiao recovered from this, Auroth would be forced to recover having been palmed in the ear, not only dealing with a strike to the head, but thrown sense of balance as well.

[Auroth]

Auroth watched in silent amazement as Tiao dodged his uppercut. It was a quick and fluid movement which only someone of the Pillar's level of skill could move at. He had actually yet to fight a "fast" fighter, and instead mostly dealt with the strong, big, or well balanced. Auroth could tell speed was not all in Tiao's bag of trick, but thought about how much fun a speed fight would be. His smirked increase just a tad bit, his silver teeth shinning in the afternoon sun.

Blood continued to drip down his arm, soaking his sleeve with crimson as he saw the punch come soaring toward his head. He had to weigh his options now. On one hand, Auroth could take the hit, and in return be sure that his elbow struck or, two, retreat from the blow and at the same time abort his attack. The choice was obvious, Auroth would continue on with the attack and not back down. As stated before, to back down was a sign of weakness.... Of something completely anathema for all Auroth was. However, that did not mean he could not try to remove some of the force and power behind Tiao's strike.

Quickly Auroth's head jerked to the side as his left arm, the blood arm, came up to swat away the strike. The result was that the strike struck in the small piece of skin between his ears and his eyes, right next to his temple. The blow was strong, but Auroth had a pretty good chin and he wasn't about to go down anytime soon.

Tiao then moved back, confident perhaps that Auroth was also going to move back. Auroth was sure the Pillar was accounting for everything, but even so that did not stop the blond from doing what he was going to do. Quickly Auroth followed right behind Tiao, like a homing missile on its target. Just as Tiao was fast, so too was Auroth as he rushed like a speed demon to the Pillar. In a graceful sweep Auroth had twisted his body while moving, harnessing the force behind his run, and basically sent a superman round house kick to Tiao's knee. Hopefully, this would cause the Pillar to trip and ensnare him in the blond's web of entrapment.... Auroth was now stepping up his game.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

(OOC: Sorry for the wait.)

Though the attack would land, Tiao would feel Auroth's head give with the blow and therefore not delivering the desired rebounding of the man's brain inside his skull. However, Tiao's hand was now in a position that could quickly tip the scales of the fight. As the palm struck Auroth's head, Tiao's fingers would clamp down, grabbing a fistful of hair at the roots.

Because Tiao was moving back with the force of Auroth's attack, (a strategy both men seemed to use to be able to take the amount of blows they do), Tiao would indeed be moving back as Auroth would hop forward to kick. With Tiao's handhold of hair, he would be able to feel Auroth's movement quicker than usual. As such, Tiao planted his right foot behind him as it stepped back, dropping his hips and causing his left leg to bend at the knee.

At the same time Tiao would tug fiercely on the grip of hair, pulling Auroth in quicker than the man would anticipate. Thanks to Auroth's hop to make his own move quicker, it would only assist Tiao in pulling Auroth in quicker with even less resistance. As a result, Auroth's kick would end up striking Tiao's thigh with the upper part of the shin, losing most of his power in the attack. As the kick would land, Tiao would torque to the left, continuing to pull Auroth in. As Auroth came to him, Tiao's right elbow would swing out, slamming into Auroth's face with the twice the force due to the head meeting the arm halfway.