|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:42 pm
Entering the Arena, Solice stretched, having taken a light jog there to work out his muscles. "Hmm... I wonder where she could be.." he said, his neck and shoulders feeling much better after the soak he took in the Hot Springs.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:47 pm
Taking most of his gear off, Solice pulled out a slender bokken made by his own hands. There was a slight curve in the blade, making it a little more aerodynamic than most bokkens that were made in the same time period. He put his gear into a small pile, and stepped toward the center of the Arena, going to get a little practice in before the girl arrived.
He made his way to the center, and getting into a traditional stance, began a set of forward horizontal strikes. He did that for several minutes, then started on vertical strikes. After he had done that, he started to mix them up, changing the direction of the strikes and eventually moving his positions so that he made circles as he struck at imaginary opponents.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:51 pm
"I see you kept your word, Solice-san." Amaya stood in the bleachers, watching him. She had her umbrella in hand. Silently and gracefulyl, she jumped down from the bleachers.
"I had to sneak over here, for i knew there might be bloodshed, am i correct?" Amaya drew her sword, ready to begin.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:53 pm
"The only blood that might be shed is my own. For I have no weapons on me that were made to cut or pierce. I will use this bokken, and if this is removed from my hands, then my fist and foot shall be my weapons. I have padded them so that you will recieve no more than a dark bruise." he said, showing his wrapped and padded hands. He looked into her eyes, a bit of sweat running down his chest and abdomen. "My rules are this: You can strike me anyway or anywhere that you want. I am restricted to striking your torso and your neck only. The first to go unconsious will be the loser." he said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:06 pm
(What's a bokken? I'm not entirely sure.))
Amaya resheathes her sword. "If we are to fight, it is only fair that i too fight without a cutting edge." Amaya bows and once again takes her basic stance. "I have been thinking over the past weeks: I now do not fight for revenge, I fight to prove myself against you, and to settle the quarrel between Neno-kun and I once and for all."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:12 pm
(Bokken is a wooden practice sword. Similar to what a katana would look like, but made out of wood. A shinai is a Bamboo equivilant to the rapier, but is used like a katana. I hope this helps.) Solice nodded. "Proving yourself is a noble effort. It tests you to see if your skill is as good as you think it is, and win or lose, you learn something from it. So, shall we use Fist and Foot, or these?" he asked, pulling another bokken from the equipment he laid on the ground. (Edit: Here is a site if you wish to have a more visual representation. ^_^ http://kendo.union.rpi.edu/equipment.php)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 5:14 pm
Amaya smiled. "I will use this." She turned her umbrella and drew the now wooden blade from the sheath of the umbrella handle. "My father taught me to use any weopon, but my greatest skill come from the very present he gave me." Amaya bowed and took her real ready stance.
"Now, shall we banter, or shall we actually spar?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:08 pm
Solice turned the handmade bokken in his left hand, twisting his body as he dropped the bokken in his right to the ground. "Right." He said, the blade pointing down at an angle behind him. He grasped the hilt as though the back of the blade rested against his forearm. His arm curled upward, and crossing his body.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:19 pm
Amaya watched him carefully...waiting for the first opportunity to strike. Her eyes felt his movements to the slightest twitch, ready to act apon the slightest hint of an attack.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:25 pm
Solice edged forward, his feet pushing up small patches of dust clouds as he started to circle Amaya. "Are you ready to begin?" he asked, his feet shifting slightly as he changed direction.
He didn't wait for an answer. Dashing forward, he strafed to the right as he brought the sword up towards her chest in an upward slashing motion. His movement made it so that he moved past her line of sight. His other hand gripped the edge of the hilt, and as he curved the blade inward, he started a backspin to start his second attack.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:00 pm
Amaya could sense his movement and sweeped her unnatural umbrella to meet his first attack, meeting his bokken head on. She took the opportunity of him concentratting on his first attack to make one of her own. As she moved to block, she unsheathed her sword and swung horasantally at the tender part of his waist right next to where the kidneys lied: a pressure point ment to cause searing pain that few knew about, and even fewer could master hitting.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:11 pm
Solice had already started to spin as his attack was being blocked by the umbrella. Her move came as he turned, his bokken parrying the blow as he had flipped and locked the blade into a position just past his hip. Using the momentum, he pressed the blade forward, stepping in so that she would be unable to move her blade anywhere as his forward foot swept behind hers and tried to unbalance her as he shoulder pushed her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:45 pm
Amaya the stablemaster pricked up her ears when she heard the clash of wood and the shuffle of feet on sand from the arena as she strolled by.
Oh nice, a fight, she thought and headed for the entrance. That will surely get my thoughts off that... guy. She peered around the double doors that were standing half open and groaned inwardly when she saw who was fighting.
Curse my luck! She turned to go, but reconsidered and snuck up to the stands, keeping to the shadows, then silently settled down there.
I hope he gets a good thrashing...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:39 pm
Amaya hand springed backwards, swinging her legs to kick his face in a blur, and the first foot touched ground behind her, her blade followed suit slicing up his stomach and chest.
(Sorry my posts are so short, I like to keep it simple and sweet when it comes to rps.))
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:03 pm
One of her feet caught him in the jaw, causing it to dislocate. The other foot missed its mark. It planted in his chest, pushing him backward. As she sliced upward, he strafed to the left of her side, his leg spinning in a butterfly kick as the rest of him spun from the momentum. His sword followed behind him, blurring slightly as he landed and tried to hit her waist with a horizontal attack. The pain from the dislocation was minimal, though his landing hurt quite a bit as it jarred him.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
