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[Odin Reeves]

"Now, the way to be faster is through repetition, muscle mass has very little to do with it. Flexibility and continuous exercise is what makes a punch fast."

Standing with his back to the wall of mirror's Odin stood looking over a sea of bodies as they stood paired off. The side to his right held the focus pads as the other side stood in their respective fighting stances. Most of their faces were unknown, some he recognized from around the gym, but the guys and girls attending were nameless in their masses, complete strangers one could say. Yet Odin still stood up in front of them, giving them instructions on the only subject he felt confident enough to teach.

"Okay, you come here." He directed one of the class men up to the front, repositioned his hands for a firmer hold, then went into a south paw fighting stance. "Okay, bear with me as I'm not a lefty by nature. Now, as your throwing the jab there are several key aspects of your body that either have to move, or must remain stationary. Your back hand, which I call my power hand, should stay primed beside your jaw, if not raised up a bit higher. This allows for a key defense while still holding the position of moving into offense. Your head should also remain relatively stationary. I don't want to see you guys looking around in the mirrors checking yourself out. You can do that at home."

Turning his attention back to the focus bad he relaxed his shoulders, keeping his left fist raised up by his cheek bone as his body shifted forward and his right fist struck out, retracting just as fast as the strike. The pad holder, a man a few inches taller and roughly the same weight was unable to keep from jerking the pad backward, his shoulders rolling and his weight shifting. The strike was crisp, clean, powerful, and yet seemed to be hardly thrown at all.

"Okay," His guard dropped as he looked toward the class. "What made my punch so strong was the movement of my body. I didn't just throw my arm out, I shifted my weight and put it into my technique, only only slightly." Taking a shotty stance he tapped his right fist as he pushed it outward, going slow to show the turn in his arm, the extension of his shoulder. "By extending my arm I provide a longer punch, putting more power into it."

His left traveled down to his waist, showing the torque of his hips as he pushed his right forward, moving from a squared fighting stance to something more narrow. "To add my body weight without moving forward I used my hips, pushing off with my back foot. By twisting my hips it allowed me to extend my shoulder, thus making my technique better, my punch faster, and stronger all at once."

Nodding to his holder he gestured for him to go back to his partner. "Okay, lets get started. Practice on your own until I say stop, and we'll go from there. I'll come around and help you guys out." Lifting a whistle hanging around his neck he gave it a short blow, sounding over the little room stuffed with 50 participants. The sound of knuckles striking the pads sounded off at different levels, all from in front as he looked at the batch of students. There were some of all ages taking this seminar, which surprised him only because of who the teacher was, him. He was surprised when he was asked to teach a class, even more surprised by the turn out.

Making his way around he stopped to reposition a freshman's shoulders, another who wasn't twisting his hips enough, other's who weren't twisting enough.

[Anyone who wants to join can, either as someone in the class, or walking in. Just in a small gym with enough room to hold 50+ bodies]

[leslie]

As soon as the last bell sounded across the school grounds it was hell to behold with the vast masses of people simply pushing by each other in a mad rush to be free from the authoritative confines of the school. Skin colors of all kinds rushed by classroom doors flung open in the madness like so many racing gates at a horsetrack, black, white, all mixed together without much of a fuss despite the days events. Amidst the crowds, a small girl struggled to a sheltered space between lockers along the side of the hallway and stayed there until the people had streamed by and the flow lessened. Only a few inches over five feet tall, she had been fortunate to get out of the way – catching sight of several others who gingerly touched darkening bruises from larger students who cared only for themselves and their time. Making her way to another of the smaller girls who held her face in her hands, she offered a hand while shifting her satchel over to give more support to the injured girl.

“I’m going to have to learn to get out of the hall sooner otherwise I’ll have broken bones next.”

Agreeing with a small whimper of pain, the other girl took the offered hand and leaned on it heavily – making Leslie think that there was more wrong than a simple black eye. Carefully helping her to the nurse’s office along with a promise of joining up on future days to help each other keep from being hurt.

“Thanks… um, what was your name again?”
“Natsuko… Leslie Natsuko.”

The girl smiled over at the dark figure standing in the doorway, her face swollen as the ice she held to her eye began to ease the color and pain.

“Thanks Leslie.”

Though she was glad to have helped another person in their time of need, Lin was less than amused when she found the public bus downtown had left and that the next one taking the same route would be another hour. Not wanting to wait so long to get on the bus that would take forty-five minutes to get home to Tomio anyway, she figured she would explore a bit more of the city she hadn’t ventured to in the five years she had lived in San Francisco. Retying her sneakers while readjusting her satchel on her back, she took off jogging back uptown – pausing when she came across a gym she was not familiar with that was crowded with people. Slowly stepping into the large building, she paused again when she heard the slap of skin against focus pads. Familiar with the exercises they were used for, she dropped her satchel then stood in a corner by the door in case it was a private class.

"Okay, lets get started. Practice on your own until I say stop, and we'll go from there. I'll come around and help you guys out."

Wow, he really knows what he’s doing. Uncle’s tried for years to get me to punch like that but my arm’s not strong enough. Sliding down the wall into a tucked, seated position, she reached over to her satchel then pulled out her notebook to take a few notes for later – even going as far as to sketch the position and action the fighters took as they punched.

“Wow.”

[Kit Lee]

The way to be faster was through repetition. What the teacher (Odin), who appeared to be just a senior, said, was very true indeed. Like a quote that his idol, Bruce Lee, had said, "I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times." Kit was attending this seminar to become more familiar with the move commonly known as the punch. It was a simplistic move, yet had many varying methods of being thrown, just like a kick, and Kit only wanted to better his knowledge. He had also heard whispers that the teacher was the former champion of the underground tournament that Kit had attended as a spectator.

Noting what the teacher said in his mind, Kit smiled. He was using the abdominal muscles to some degree to push his body. Abs were the most important muscles in a breakdancer, as it allowed them to be fluid and to be able to maintain moves. They were also a key muscle in a fighter, as every move tended to use them to some extent, and in this situation, the teacher was using it to further his punch.

And now it was time to get some first hand experience of some punches. Though Kit had fought in the past in endless amounts of punk fights and brawls, some even involving gangs and weapons, the teacher gave off an aura that appeared that he was well tuned in the art of fighting, mainly using punches as Kit watched his demonstrations. Kit had thrown punches in the past as well, but he focused a lot more on his kicks just like his idol, so all of Kit's knowledge was to a much greater detail when it was kicks that were being spoken of.

"Excuse me sir, could I challenge you to a friendly spar?" Kit said to the teacher (Odin). "I would like to have a first hand experience, and see what is faster, your punch or my kick."

[Odin Reeves]

Shifting through the participants he tended to focus on one group, ranging from three to five pairings, helping when he deemed necessary, which was roughly 80 percent of the time. He noticed out of the corner of his eye a figure walking in, but knew it couldn’t have been a late attendee seeing as everyone had shown up to participate on time. As such he left her alone, concentrating his focus on the students, striving to develop their upper body striking ability.

“That’s not quite it.” He moved up in between a group with two guys pairing together, and two of the smaller females pairing off. He stepped up into a regular boxing stance, his preferred choice, and raising his left hand up. “Watch my back leg.” Snapping his jab out he thrusted gently on the ball of his back foot, making a small ‘popping’ motion as he struck thin air. “The reason why you’re not getting the strength is because you’re to flat footed. Start pushing off with your back foot, just gently, enough to rise off your heel and you should have it.” Stepping back he kneeled down, watching their feet in particular as he restarted their jab routines. The young women got it quickly, almost straightening his back leg out from knee to ankle as she struck, while the man was having a bit of difficulty with shifting his center of balance. As he pushed forward he leaned in, then didn’t return, so on his next jab he was even further forward, and this continued until he nearly lost his balance.

“That’s better but big guy, fully return to your stance before striking back out. That way you won’t be off balance.”

He patted the young women on the shoulder then headed off to watch the next group. When he approached and set his eyes on the eight individuals left one of them spoke up. He was polite with his words, but they were inappropriate in this situation. “Hm… Well,” Looking back over his shoulder he stared toward the clock, my how time and flown after the initial warm up. There seemed to only be fifteen minutes left, and with a proper ten minute cool down there was very little time to continue onto the next segment. He would’ve had more time to teach if only he didn’t have to re-explain everything for the second group, though he had already made a mental note to be stricter the next time around.

“I guess there’s no harm in a small demonstration.” Sighing lightly he brought the whistle back up to his lips, a short, squeaky noise silencing all else. “Okay everyone go and take a seat off to the side.” His instructions were similar to the beginning of the class before the warm up when he told them what he hoped to accomplish.

Stepping off the main floor he grabbed a medium sized sparring helmet from the rack and tossed it toward the ‘challenger.’ Grabbing nothing for himself he retook his position in the center of the floor, having passed the participant while doing so. “Okay, this young man has ‘challenged’,” he used air quotes, making this seem more like a set up so no one would be the wiser. “To a sparring match in order to see whose faster. His legs or my punches.” Exhaling softly he removed the whistle from around his neck, tossing it to the side as the last student found a seat.

“Okay, this will last for five minutes before we begin a cool down.” Still talking to the class he was facing them completely, his back turned to the young lady who had walked him, Kit Lee in his peripherals. His arms were opening and closing, moving only at the elbows as he brought his hands together then threw them apart. This was a way to get past his fear of public speaking. “I realize we didn’t get through everything I wanted to do, so if your interested in a second seminar leave your name and number with the gym’s owner on your way out and I’ll try to arrange something with him.

Turning his attention to his demonstration participant he stood with his left leg facing him. Though he wasn’t quite at 100 percent according to the doctors he saw no harm in a friendly spar, as long as he held back. Raising both hands, clenching them into fists along the way, he relaxed his shoulders and kept his front hand shoulder height, a tinny bit further from his body then what he had shown the class.

“Put on the helmet and lets begin.”

[travis]

" Bah!" he said jumping off the Bus. The journey to the gym hadn't improved his mood. Having to sit there on a bus that stock possible the the most indirect route possible with a hyper active toddler, who's keeper was far to preoccupied to pay any notice to him. The toddler behind him had found no greater pleasure to while away the time than to pull his hair for the entire journey. This sort of thing would worsen most peoples mood. He ran up the steps and into the building. He was going so fast that he unintentionally knocked into girl standing just inside the gym.

" Sorry, my bad." He said pulling the girl back up to her feet and picking up her note pad and pencil. He moved away before the girl could say anything.

The gym door open, Travis slid in through the crack in the door as quietly as he could physically manage.His feet hardly made an sound against the springy floor. He'd have been here on time if not for yet another stupid detention for something so small and trivial that most 5 year olds would have brushed off. The class all seemed have positioned his at the side.

Travis quickly and quietly found a space as near as possible to the tow sparring partners. "So this is the famous Odin Reeves. He thought scanning the teacher up and down. From what he'd heard and to be honest there wasn't a whole lot he was up there with best fighters at the school ." Let see what he can do.[/i] His gaze left Odin and slowly move on to the challenge. At first he couldn't recognize who the challenger was underneath helmet. But slowly it dawned on him that he recognized the arrangement features. "Odin verse Kit interesting," . His gaze wandered back to the door. The girl was still there brushing herself down. He beckond to the girl but it was up to her if she came closer or not.

[Kit Lee]

Kit wondered why the teacher would not put on a helmet for protection. Either he was so confident that Kit would not even touch him, or he thought that Kit would be so kind as to not aim for his head. Either way, Kit would hold back as he had heard that Odin had been injured in the tournament and was still on the road to recovery.

Putting on the helmet was definately not Kit's style, but he would do it since it would help him hold back. Kit was not afraid of pain or injury, and the helmet would only be in his way, but since this was not a real fight but a spar to learn, he would put it on. He got into his fighting stance with two fists held up, elbows bent in a 45 degree fashion with the left hand further from his body than his right. His left foot was in front of his right and he started bouncing on the tip of his feet.

And then his strike. Kit swiftly did a low kick with his left leg, straight at Odin's shin to see his reaction.

[leslie]

Watching quietly from the least crowded side of the gym, toward the door just in case she had to make a quick escape for whatever reason, Lin was more than a little surprised when a student stepped out from the two lines to ask for a spar. She had assumed the teacher would set him straight - politely - but set him straight as to what the purpose of the class was... but, surprising her, he instead found it as a good teaching opportunity for the rest. Eager to watch the match from a better position, she grabbed her satchel in one hand and tucked her notebook and pencil under the other than began to stand up only to be bowled over by a guy running into the gym.

"Sorry, my bad."

Having learned when she was extremely little how to fall without much damage to herself, Lin had abandoned her notebook and pencil, pivoting as best as she could to take the impact onto her hands rather than the brunt on her body. The result - a slapping sound that echoed in the gym as she rolled forward and surged back onto her feet. Glancing back toward the guy who had situated himself in the gym, Lin merely shook her head then readjusted her satchel on her shoulder - realizing that the male still had her notebook and pencil. I swear, if that is his way of flirting - after the teacher is done with his class I'm going to take the time to knock some sense into him.

Seeing that the match had started, Lin carefully picked her way through the crowd of students to the boy. As she sat again, her mouth gradually relaxed from the frown she had aquired, and taking a few deep breaths she then looked over to the male who had taken her notebook. "Mind if I have that back? I need it to take notes."

[Travis: Please don't assume anything about my character or her reactions. You can say you bumped/knocked/etc into her, but don't say she fell down. Let me do that. Also - unless you specify, I'm going to assume you haven't. (i.e- you never said you gave her back her notebook and pencil) So. Thanks!]

[Odin Reeves]

Odin reacted as soon as he saw the twitch in the student’s hip. He wasn’t quite sure what was going to be thrown, but he wasn’t intending to plan ahead and parry the blow, rather steam roll through the young boy and finish this spar before it could get started. To follow the latest step in the lesson plan he pushed off his back leg, pushing his hips forward as he slid lightly on his front foot. His body traveled forward, shoulders turned over, finishing with the expert extension of his left had as it snapped forward. He carried more weight in his technique, but applied it with a quick slid forward in order to carry his balance. Having taken in the height difference before hand his fist was already lowered so it was more of a horizontal strike, then a downward slope.

As for the ‘defensive peck’ toward his front leg, sent as an offensive maneuver, seemingly as a way to test him, struck. Yet, it didn’t carry that much force from Odin’s perspective, but rather it was meant for speed and an actually hit. From an out side perspective this most likely left the student, who’s attention was more than likely drawn down to his target area, wide open for the fastest direct-punch in Odin’s arsenal. If not he’d be off balance, striking while being struck, and centered with his weight on his back leg. It wasn’t a pretty picture, mostly because the kick didn’t hold any force. It was like a jab in the kicking world; only the technique to do so was much different, leaving Odin’s punch full of strength and power, while the kick was limited.

That was entirely the reason for the helmet. Weighting fifty to seventy pounds more then the kick he was going to have the power advantage, and the durability to match. So no matter how tolerant one is to pain, when your fighting out of your weight category your more susceptible to being knocked out. Odin, in particular, saw this as an easy opportunity to send to boy onto his butt, which would end the demonstration so they could being the cool down.

[Kit Lee]

The teacher wanted to take out Kit in a hit it appeared, as he began to move his frame towards Kit, left starting to move as well. Kit was not going to stare at the area he was striking, he had simply thrown the kick out to see a reaction. And since the teacher was definately not reacting to avoid the shin kick by moving to the side or backwards, he was definately coming in for a strike. Kit already knew that this was the most likely response, as past fights have shown him people were quick to agression, thinking they could take out Kit in a punch due to his size. Kit's height and size were all focused toward his dexterous nature, which he would show the teacher right now. So much for an educational sparring session, Kit thought. Though the teacher was using the technique he was teaching earlier about pushing foward with his hips, Kit would not let this punch land.

Continuing his shin kick, Kit would slip his foot off the teacher's shin. He would be able to duck to the horizontal strike as he had ground and he pulled a sweep on the leg holding the teacher's balance. If the sweep hit the teacher's leg, even if it did not completely knock him off his feet, it would shift his balance, which would give Kit an opening.

Kit would not let this spar end so soon. He would make the most of the five minutes as he wanted to learn and have actual real life experience as much as he could.

[travis]

(Alright sorry.)

"Say what now?"

Travis was somewhat startled. The spar between Kit and Odin had consumed his entire attention. He had been watching silently trying make sure that he noticed every movement, tell, twitch and action by both of them. It was proving far more difficult than he had he first thought it would be, trying to focus on two things at once.This was all compounded by the fact that what he was looking for were only there for mere seconds. All the time he was trying to making metal notes that he would look back on later at some point. So engrossed was he and determined not to miss a thing, he didn't hear everything that the girl who started talking to him had said only catching the end of what she had been saying.

His green eyes met her hazel ones. "The girl from before. Probably should have stayed and made sure she was ok". "Notes?." He paused for a second then followed her gaze back down to his hands. "Huh...I could have sworn i gave these back to her." But there they were, the pencil in one hand and the open note pad with information and a few rough sketches in it still locked in his grasp. He couldn't understand how he'd not given these back.

He turned back giving her a sheepish grin. She didn't look too angry as far as he could tell but that didn't help him feel less awkward one bit."Looks like I've got another thing to apologize for." He said. The awkwardness was clearly there coming through in his voice. He laughed placing the pencil in his other hand moving his now free hand behind his head. It was a habit of his, he always did it he was feeling uncomfortable. A realisation dawned on him. "Your still holding her stuff," " Oh, yeah, right, you wanted these back didn't you." He handed her back the note pad and pencil this time making sure that he was holding on to anything.

"You 'ok ? I ran into you pretty fast. Ah i should stop talking I'm probably making you miss notes that you want."

[Odin Reeves]

Having pushed forward and gained distance from his first punch he set himself up for a combination to begin, and seeing the opening he went for it right away. No hesitation was present as his back foot pivoted over with his hips squaring off. Moving in unison his shoulders switched sides and his right fist struck at a slight downward angle. The targeted area was a large one, one that his brick-like fist could strike without complications. Sending his fist out he struck toward the scrunched up torso. He would not only hit the stomach, but also try to put his fist through it as though the compartment of flesh, bone’s and blood was but mere dry wall. He’d send the boy to the ground with a high chance of him not getting back up.

Yet, his focus wasn’t entirely on the fighter in front of him, despite his eyes staring a hole through his frame. He heard two voices talking in the cluster of seminar participants, voices he didn’t recognize, though that was nothing new considering he had met so many today, and couldn’t remember half of their names to begin with.

Following his second punch he would do nothing unless provoked. This was a sparring match; he was taking things easy – except for the strength in his punches. Furthermore this was a seminar on boxing, not mixed martial arts. He wouldn’t follow up with some ground and pound. Nor would he have attempted to grapple with the boy. So, until he knew the match was official over, which following a direct strike would seem likely, he’d slid his front foot back and reposition his hands in the same boxing stance he had used only moments ago.

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Sorry about that, I didn't fully understand the timing and positioning until now.

Kit's sweep could not even begin as the teacher was following up with his first strike with a second punch. As he was ducking, he placed his arms foward, hands grabbing the fist of the second punch that was directed toward his torso, as he slid his elbows to his abs. It was as if he were doing a freeze (A breakdancing move in which you generally support your body with your elbow stabbed into your abdominals, same hand in the ground to lift the body up from the ground, and the other hand used for balance) upon the teacher's fist. This would result to making the blow nothing more than a push to Kit as he had grounded it properly and since his feet were both on the floor. As he was slid away from the teacher, Kit did a backflip so that he was distanced from the teacher and in a standing position.

Kit positioned himself once again in the starting stance that he had held. He had learned how the quick one two punch was thrown. Kit bounced up and down upon the ground as he waited to see if the teacher was going to continue the spar. Kit had attacked first, and now he waited to see if the teacher would make an example of how one would go about attacking with the moves that he taught without leaving an opening or decide that it was time to for the cooldown period.

[leslie]

(Yay, I have something to post back to! ^.^ By the way guys, awesome spar. Haven't seen the like of it in a while. ^^ That is all.)

“My notepad and pencil. You still have it.” Leslie pointed to her missing tools, the drawings a testament to the fact that she was actually trying to learn by both visual cues and mental cues. However, she doubted she would see much more of the match if she was so distracted. Of course she could still watch from the corner of her eye as she spoke with the other boy but she would be missing out on key points such as the pivoting and true muscle movement in every strike. “Yes. My notepad.” Once again gesturing to the open notebook, she would have snatched it instead of asking nicely but she wasn’t feeling that impatient. “I’m sure you meant to give them back, but you were in a hurry.”

Trying to reassure him that she meant to harm and she understood, she allowed herself to be a little more comfortable with the situation – the crowded gym and almost-silence making it even easier since she didn’t have to talk over a roar. “Can I just have them back?”

Slowly reaching out to take both her notebook and pencil from him, she jotted down a quick sidenote about the punch that Odin had thrown only seconds before, turning back to the spar while sitting in the open space next to the boy who had run her over. “I’m fine. It happens.”

Her eyes quickly glanced over the pair, the current positions neutral but still engaged. Noting how the challenger stood in relation to the teacher, she nodded, mostly to herself, then made more notes while sketching out the position of their fists and feet. Uncle will want to know the teacher’s name.

“Do you know who that is? The teacher? I didn’t catch his name.” She turned her head only slightly, keeping her eyes glued on the pair though her question was directed to the same boy.

[travis]

" The teachers name is Odin Reeves. Other than that I really don't know much about him, his personality and such. In fact this is the first time I've even seen the guy. One of my friends tipped me off that he'd be so i decided to check him out." Travis said calmly . The awkwardness of before hand had totally left him much to his relief. He felt far more comfortable without the note pad in the his hand.

"The guys got quite the reputation from what I've heard and he supposedly lives up to it and even surpasses it from time to time. If you hang around here long enough and ask the right people you'll get to hear things about him. He's supposed to be one of the best fighters about." Travis couldn't help but let out a small laugh then a smiled followed on his face. He found it strange singing the praises of a guy he hadn't even spoken a word to.

" I'm not one of his normal class, i just came to see what this guy was about." He was still trying to focus half his attention on the fight and half on the girl he was talking to. He was probably going to have to make a choice soon to focus her or the fight because even though for the moment he could keep up. After this lull in the storm he knew that his multitasking skill would be able to keep up. But for now he was managing and he'd deal with the rest when the time came. For one thing the spar had given him food for thought about his own style and how he could build upon it.

" So how'd you find this place ? Hear it form someone or just kind of stumbled across it ?

[Odin Reeves]

Pushing off his hand to avoid being struck was an odd way of controlling your opponent’s weight, especially since it didn’t direct him in any other direction than that which he was heading. The move incorporated a aspect of real life that he had never faced, and for a moment it stunned him. Had his mind been fresh, concentrated, and not holding the thought of his injuries deep in the back, then he wouldn’t have frozen, instead he would’ve ended it right there by continuing his combination, rushing his opponent and throwing him even further off balance. But alas, he was only human, and so he’d need to wait for an opening to attack, to visualize his success and then move into it. Well, maybe he’d get the opportunity to deal the final blow regardless.

Using his force to push back was, in a way, genius, but to perform a backward flip in a sparring match with a no-nonsense individual such as himself, that was crazy. Those high-flying martial art acrobats didn’t work in the real world, more so they were just a waste of energy and time. If he had wanted to create a distance between them he should’ve just hopped backward, but now he was stuck with his consequences.

Having long since retracted his right hand after punch he was prompt and ready to move in and strike. Once Kit started the back flip he saw his opening and stepping out with his front(left) leg he pushed his body in a diagonal, moving to Kit Lee’s right. His left foot found it’s place on the ground and began to pivot over as Kit Lee would be landing, his right leg stepping back as his left fist snapped out from the side, his upper body leaning forward into the strike. He had a strong angle, a short enough distance to strike, and the speed in his fist to pin point the side of his demonstrators jaw as he came to the conclusion that Odin was no longer in front of him.

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Edited for further clarification. Picture included.

Kit already noticed the teacher's movement due to the thump on the ground, as he flipped to the upside down stage of the back-hand-spring. Rather than use the momentum to swing his legs over for a land, Kit tilted his body and performed an air track. (An air track is a breakdancing power move that utilizes momentum and abdominals to swing the legs like a windmill while the performer is lifted off the ground. Video) Kit would perform the tilt by lifting his left hand as his right leg pulled back down. Kit's left leg would swing in an arc straight into the teacher's unprotected head as Kit's head was pulled back in addition to his body, following the flow of the swing. Even if the left leg was blocked, the right would be swinging after it. Depending on the teacher's reaction, Kit would then decide what move to connect the air track to. Kit knew his body's capabilities when it came to flexing it and maneuvering it to fit the situation. That was what breakdancing was all about. He had to react instantaneously to whatever he was given with to put up a performance that seemed to be well planned yet was actually done on the spot. Whether he fell from lack of power to do a breakdancing move, or he tripped or slipped, or whatever, Kit would have to pull it off as if it linked up to the previous moves. Except in the current circumstance, he was sparring, and he would have to react to avoid injury.

[Odin Reeves]

[Breaking posting orders. Just keeps the thread moving.]

Shifting his weight over onto his left foot, giving him the positioning to keep his guard and pivot his body followed in suit as he moved off to his opponent’s right side, ready to strike out and deliver what would most likely be the end of the match. Regardless of how it happened his opponent kicked out, once again using flashy style moves over simplistic maneuvers. What a bother they were to deal with, it nearly made this seem like a game of tag, rather then a ‘serious’ demonstration.

Nevertheless Odin went for protection, his left arm rising up and stiffening at his elbow and shoulder. The side of his opponent’s left struck against the dense muscle of bicep and forearm pushing together. This was, in the simplest if explanations, like when you shove a stick through the spokes of a bicycle tire. It stopped all movement of the tire, and without any give to his body Odin was the same way. The ‘oncoming’ right leg was like the back end of the bike flipping over itself, only dangerous for the rider, not the stick holder.

Pushing his left arm out his right side came in with the twist of his body. He struck with his frame moving in on an angle. His coiled right fist would unleash itself upon the lower stomach portion of his opponent’s abdomen, basically in his intestines, with a combination of an upper cut-hook sort of punch. What would happen after that was rather unknown to Odin, as no one had ever attempted such a kick toward him. Regardless, he’d be more then prepared to continue, though was more concerned about getting to the cool down portion of the class.

[Kit Lee]

OOC: Yeah, in real time, all of this only probably took... 1 minute.

They always try to stop the flow, Kit thought as his left leg hit the teacher's muscle. Seeing as how the teacher had used his body as a stick to take the hit of the left leg, it would be impossible to continue the airtrack and hit with his right leg as it required his left leg to continue to rotate. To avoid the oncoming blow, Kit simply dropped to the floor and rolled. Kit would not hold up his body with his hand and simply just drop. The drop would not be painful as he had fallen many times in the past when messing up his dance routines.

Unless the teacher had the speed of a fisherman stabbing fish with javelin's, he would most likely not be able to throw a punch straight down into Kit. Should he attempt however, Kit was well prepared. Kit would then get up and return to his starting stance. He had yet to fully witness an attack from the teacher when Kit did not have an opening.

The helmet was also getting a bit annoying. Kit would never wear one again for any purposes. Not only did he feel weird with the extra weight upon his head, but also he felt that it was binding him, holding him back from free expression.