Post by chrynos on Dec 12, 2007 8:41:28 GMT 1
Chrynos ducked under the fist. He pushed off with his left foot, reeling his right fist back and cocking it, his body still at a crouching stance. The thug, surprised at Chrynos' sudden burst of speed, had little time to react. He was completely defenceless. At that, the young junior pushed off with his legs, his right hand coming around from behind him and smashing hard at the bottom of the thug's chin. During the uppercut, Chrynos twisted his body, not only to increase the torque of the punch, but also to allow his body to spin in mid-air. As his person flew into the air, Chrynos spun around, his back now facing the thug's front. The thug seemed to be strong enough to keep himself on his feet, but not enough to have withstood that well-momentumed uppercut, his head jerking backwards and his arms in the air by his side.
Recovering quickly, the thug pushed himself back up straight to face Chrynos, only to be met by a back elbow strike by the air-bourne junior. Two consecutive strikes to the head would be a lethal blow to anyone and this time, the thug was thrown off his feet. Though, he seemed to be able to bear the pain, as he managed to get his feet below him and keep himself standing. Chrynos, having noticed this, did not let up on his attack, continuing to spin as he placed his left foot on the ground. As he faced the thug, he brought his right foot downwards, his clenched right fist shooting outwards and hitting the thug's nose. Three consecutive strikes to the head and two to the nose. The thug was knocked out for a moment, but only regained his conciousness when he was already on the ground, his lower face stained red by his bleeding nose.
That was the third thug he had taken down and now, there were only two left. Chrynos lowered his still-raised right fist, letting it hung limply by his side as he calmed his breathing. He was getting tired. He had not pushed his body this hard for quite a long time already and he was already getting rusty. The quick take down of their three comrades was enough to send the two remianing brutes running away in panic. The junior watched them until they were out of his sight, before taking a deep sigh of relief. Finally, it was over. He leaned forward for a moment as he tried to catch his breathe. He was tired. Definitely. And his fists hurt too. That last three strikes had taken the most toll out of him, considering that he had done it at such speed.
Straightening his composure, he walked over to the side of the alleyway, picking up a piece of clothing. It was his blazer jacket. Casually, he wore it over his white buttoned untucked dress shirt, before letitng out another sigh. Replacing his hands into his pockets, he then made his way out of the alleyway and into the busy streets of San Fransico, ignoring the glances of the curious bystanders who had seen the two remaining thugs run out of the same alley earlier.
Recovering quickly, the thug pushed himself back up straight to face Chrynos, only to be met by a back elbow strike by the air-bourne junior. Two consecutive strikes to the head would be a lethal blow to anyone and this time, the thug was thrown off his feet. Though, he seemed to be able to bear the pain, as he managed to get his feet below him and keep himself standing. Chrynos, having noticed this, did not let up on his attack, continuing to spin as he placed his left foot on the ground. As he faced the thug, he brought his right foot downwards, his clenched right fist shooting outwards and hitting the thug's nose. Three consecutive strikes to the head and two to the nose. The thug was knocked out for a moment, but only regained his conciousness when he was already on the ground, his lower face stained red by his bleeding nose.
That was the third thug he had taken down and now, there were only two left. Chrynos lowered his still-raised right fist, letting it hung limply by his side as he calmed his breathing. He was getting tired. He had not pushed his body this hard for quite a long time already and he was already getting rusty. The quick take down of their three comrades was enough to send the two remianing brutes running away in panic. The junior watched them until they were out of his sight, before taking a deep sigh of relief. Finally, it was over. He leaned forward for a moment as he tried to catch his breathe. He was tired. Definitely. And his fists hurt too. That last three strikes had taken the most toll out of him, considering that he had done it at such speed.
Straightening his composure, he walked over to the side of the alleyway, picking up a piece of clothing. It was his blazer jacket. Casually, he wore it over his white buttoned untucked dress shirt, before letitng out another sigh. Replacing his hands into his pockets, he then made his way out of the alleyway and into the busy streets of San Fransico, ignoring the glances of the curious bystanders who had seen the two remaining thugs run out of the same alley earlier.