Budo Zen Dojo: Standing Strike Tournament Announced!

Retire the South School?

Yes	15.4%	[ 2 ]
No	84.6%	[ 11 ]
Total Votes:			[ 13 ]

[Trexasle]

Trexasle gestured to his mouth, attempting to signify that he did not speak. It was an annoying trait when people decided to go for nonstandard hello’s. It was even worse when said nonstandard hello was a stealth insult. He pointed at the bag of food that he had snatched up from the school’s fridge. It was all because he was hungry of course, he spent most of his times in street corners starving. If he could tell the man the truth he would, it makes it hard when you can’t speak however. He massaged his dirty beard for a moment, his eyes scanned the room for anything he could use to help his cause.

The male snapped his fingers coming to a revelation, the doctor had left a clipboard on the front of his bed. He reached out to it with his pale skinny hands, and pulled it close to him. He only knew how to write words, full sentences were not something he did so often . He wrote down the only world he felt he needed to and shoved the clipboard toward the dwarf’s face.

“Food…”

He certainly looked like he needed it. The bum’s body was horribly Malnourished, his skin was pasty and pale, stomach lacked any definition and was all bones, even his eyes were red and lacking any luster. IT was obvious this male was homeless. It was slightly less obvious that he had stolen the flood from the dojo, but it wasn’t hard to find that out either.

[ImNoHero]

Samayou Tamashii

If his grapple was a success, if he could get his hands on the boy just after the kick he would crunch his abs, his powerful torso would turn and take Hayabusa off his feet for a powerhouse classic Judo hip throw! If it worked Hayabusa would not only be thrown with authority the impact would most likely rock his world and the moment he was on the ground, Samuel would immediately attempt a full mount with no hesitation.

The grapple did succeed as Jinsoku was taken completely off guard form the impact of his kick and how durable the beast before him was. There was no way that Jinsoku was capable of defeating such a hulking man without the use of his bending. He was simply a 17 year old of, and too small. That wouldn't keep him from trying though. He welcomed fights he felt he would lose so that he may learn, though he did not ever just give up.

As he moved through the air, his face seemed all of focused and composed, but his eyes held much fear in them. He wasn't sure what was going to happen past this point. But knowing that this was the South School, the school he was apart of was one of grappling. Sameul would be in for a rude surprise when Jinsoku hit the mat on the dojo floor. He had used the sand to absorb the impact of hitting the ground as he exhaled, reducing the chances of winding on impact as well. As sand rejected gravity and puffed off of the mat in a dust like manner, it would race to Jin's hands like metal to a magnet as it fell back to the ground, his rock gloves being completed.

Thrusting his left hand forward in a palm strike, he aimed for the devil's face as he attempted a mount. Should his face be too far to strike the rock glove hugging it would easily and just as swiftly fly off the end of his extended arm and impact Sameul's face, specifically the center of the palm would align with the top of the nose brige, and right between the eyes. It would merely grasp him face, clinging for dear life. Even if it didn't hurt, it sghould distract the beast enough to ultimately gain freedom.

[Samayou Tamashii]

ImNoHero

He had used the sand to absorb the impact of hitting the ground as he exhaled, reducing the chances of winding on impact as well. As sand rejected gravity and puffed off of the mat in a dust like manner, it would race to Jin's hands like metal to a magnet as it fell back to the ground, his rock gloves being completed.

The sound, or lack there of, impact did not off set Sam's assault in the slightest bit. He swung his right leg over the boy, taking a full mount with ease while the kid used his bending abilities to try and finally gain an advantage. Stone fists......Hayabusa would need those...

ImNoHero

Thrusting his left hand forward in a palm strike, he aimed for the devil's face as he attempted a mount. Should his face be too far to strike the rock glove hugging it would easily and just as swiftly fly off the end of his extended arm and impact Sameul's face, specifically the center of the palm would align with the top of the nose brige, and right between the eyes. It would merely grasp him face, clinging for dear life. Even if it didn't hurt, it should distract the beast enough to ultimately gain freedom.

Keen dead eyes pierced through the facade of the man;s actions, he could not only see but smell the fear radiating off this young man;s body. He willing would martyr himself just for the experiences of this fight, at a chance to learn. Commendable but Samuel was a man of results, of survival so in other words learning from a lost was fine and dandy, but you still lost. Winning was how you stayed alive.

Samuel's head would dip to the his left and back, pulling himself away and not only out of reach but also out of the line of fire. His assumption on bending was correct when the fist extended past his head and with a limb now offered too him he struck like a cobra! his thick right arm looped up and over the extended left hand before it could retreat after it had missed. Pulling his right arm in close and tight while simultaneously adjusting his body by turning his upper torso slightly to his left. His right knee shifting so that it actually came up near Hayabusa's' left shoulder.

As for Hayabusa's arm. The stone fist was now buried up under Samuel's right arm pit, his right arm looped over the elbow joint with the edge of his forearm perpendicular to the ball of the elbow joint. This created three points of leverage in Hayabusa's arm. The head, the elbow, and of course the fact that his arm was attached to his torso. This combination it it a mounted arm bar in which Samuel simply leaned back and immense pressure would now be applied to that elbow joint...in the wrong direction. Samuel quickly, but with restraint, applied this pressure in an attempt to send a surge of stinging pain down Hayabusa's arm it was a message meant to ensure the kid that he was now in a VERY bad position and with a single twitch of muscle, his arm would be destroyed.

He now had 368 pounds directly on his chest, mounted with an arm bar and pressure being applied. Samuel would not try to break the limb yet for such measures were not called for. The Devil would take a breathe, letting the moment settle before speaking with authority. "Do you yield?"

[ImNoHero]

Samayou Tamashii

Jinsoku resisted for the slightest of moments. But he couldn't hold out too long. As soon as he realized it wasn't worth a broken arm, his right free hand would tap on to the mat audibly. He did give. Didn't feel any bit of bad for losing either. It was much like how that poor helpless girl was swiftly beat down by the Kingpin of the South School. Though despite his plain demeanor he was quite begrudging of giving up. Mother would be furious with his performance. He remained silent. He had no words, he some what felt beat up on. But maybe next time they could do this outside, where Jinsoku could even the playing field.

[Samayou Tamashii]

The room had gone silent as Samuel set poised ready to rip an arm from a socket, dead eyes just staring down. The boy tapped gently but the sound could be heard echoing off the walls of the south school room. The student body had gathered to watch and many stood in awe at the skill and technical efficiency Samuel had displayed. Many had called him a brute, a big lumbering fiend with no rightful place among its honored halls. No one clapped or cheered, they simply stood their with their heads bowed, waiting to see what this vicious monster would do.

Samuel's right arm would relax and uncoil around the young man, his powerful legs would gently ease his weight off the boy and with an out reached hand, help him to his feet. once upon his feet Samuel would look down upon him and for the first time..smile, and nod. Shaking his hand and patting the young man's shoulder. "You have good speed, and a brave heart. Never forget that."

With his victory by submission Samuel would turn and stroll back towards his corner, a sea of students parting as they mumbled to themselves.

Student: Did you see how he moved?

Student: Not at all what I expected.

Student: He was so fast for a big guy, and way stronger I mean did you see that throw?

Student: Man Hayabusa should have won, I mean the guy can't even bend!

Such comments began to fill the room as students stood and stared, some at Samuel others at Hayabusa. They could not comprehend that a big brute had beaten a small and skilled earth bender who could have easily ran circles around him. But so many had done the same thing before and under estimated him, no one knew the truth until they felt his grip.

But now with victory in hand he had a new target....and that man knew it as well.