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*Slipping out of his grasp, she Backed off a few paces. She wasn't the sort to attack an enemy who couldn't defend himself.*

"Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm an expert at pressure points."

((It's looking like this particular session is dead, so starting up a new one wink ))

Gel stepped into the arena, a long, leather-wrapped item slung over his shoulder. His body was warm from the climb but the moisture clinging to him from the morning mist over the mountain rather than sweat. He stepped in and went to the bleachers, removing his damp shirt and his tabi and opening one end of the leather sleeve he had brought. he reached in and slid out a 4' long haft of a black wood wrapped with metal and with a heavy metal buttspike. the other end was 2.5' of wide, razor sharp blade. He walked with measured steps to the center of the arena, the spear held vertically in the hollow of his right arm. He closed his eyes and began to breathe slowly, soon his leg moved out and his left hand reached around to grasp the spear. He began a fluid dance. his legs and arms and weapon moving as one accross and around the arena. Never once did he open his eyes, and his movements were measured and graceful.

Gel proceeded from a standing position, Rasha Tal'Khan, legs spread wide, arms spread, spear resting between the outstretched hands behind the neck... into a spinning flip, Ta'Rakhul Pogash, landing crouched with feet widespread and left hand on the ground also supporting weight, right hand around behind his back, spear extended outward. He stood up quickly and opened his eyes, looking over at Onee, sweat glistening on his skin.

"Morning Oneechan, how are you today?"

"Hmm you get around quite a bit... I would not have expected you to have met the Aurhuk... I spent 70 years among them, learning their ways."

Gel stepped out of the arena floor over to where he had put his clothes. he set the spear down and decided to get a soda from the machines like Onee had.

Gel returned with his own drink, a bottle of apple juice. he sat down over by his things and relaxed for a bit while he drank.

"Too bad... I sometimes wish I could go back there and be among them... but all my friends that were there died hundresd of years ago. I made my own Tahk'Poh, or lance... but the clan that used these markings probably doesn't even exist anymore."

He fingered the spear as he spoke, lightly swinging it and resting it over his shoulder.

"Meh. Once you've gotten inside his reach, you could pretty much kick his a**," Gatz offered in advice from the stands.

"That's if he's stupid enough to hold onto the spear when you do it, at least; and Gel doesn't seem that stupid."

"If you say so..." Gatz responed, proping his feet up on the stands as he watched.