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The Female of the Species
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 Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:52 am
The Vansin No. Pushing off of a horizontal kick to flip into a coherent axe kick to the shoulder really doesn't make sense. Not the way it was written in the thread. Please edit to make the attack more plausible, Noire.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 1:56 pm
Sokoya Ramak The Vansin No. Pushing off of a horizontal kick to flip into a coherent axe kick to the shoulder really doesn't make sense. Not the way it was written in the thread. Please edit to make the attack more plausible, Noire. // post edited //
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 2:28 pm
Hoshiko didn't have the overly perceptive eyes, the lightning speed, the reflexes of a mongoose that her opponent possessed. She also doubted she had the techniques and skills that he had honed through thousands of hours of training. What she did have was a hard fist, and a firey passion to fight that just simply wasn't reflected in this Noire fellow. What she lacked in skill was made up for in impromptu instincts.
The charging martial artist would leap, appearing to try and hop over her forward thrust kick. But, in the heat of the moment, things got wonky. Rather than sticking with the act of just leaping over her kick, the man would try to push off of it like the limb was a piece of gymnastics equipment. There was really only one flaw with that. It wasn't evenly supported on the ground. So while NOire might have desired to go flipping through the air, he got a much more...silly result.
He pushed her leg down to the ground, offering a minimal boost to his jump, and probably ******** up any attempt at performing that flip of his because of a loss of planned balance. Hoshiko, in turn, would have her torso brought forward in some surprise. And in this panicked instant, she would simply ball up her only fist and send it shooting forward to counter the flying mass aimed to collide with her torso.
The way things stood, it'd be impossible to predict how Micheal would be flying towards Hoshiko's fist, or where it would land. But the likely hood would be that her strike would hit him either in the head/face, or in the shoulder regions. This is because he would have had to lean forward to push off of her leg. And as for forward moment? It's possible that despite her super strong punch that the man would continue to barrel into her and the pair would come crashing down to the ground.
But he might not.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 2:43 pm
Sokoya Ramak Hoshiko didn't have the overly perceptive eyes, the lightning speed, the reflexes of a mongoose that her opponent possessed. She also doubted she had the techniques and skills that he had honed through thousands of hours of training. What she did have was a hard fist, and a firey passion to fight that just simply wasn't reflected in this Noire fellow. What she lacked in skill was made up for in impromptu instincts. The charging martial artist would leap, appearing to try and hop over her forward thrust kick. But, in the heat of the moment, things got wonky. Rather than sticking with the act of just leaping over her kick, the man would try to push off of it like the limb was a piece of gymnastics equipment. There was really only one flaw with that. It wasn't evenly supported on the ground. So while NOire might have desired to go flipping through the air, he got a much more...silly result. He pushed her leg down to the ground, offering a minimal boost to his jump, and probably ******** up any attempt at performing that flip of his because of a loss of planned balance. Hoshiko, in turn, would have her torso brought forward in some surprise. And in this panicked instant, she would simply ball up her only fist and send it shooting forward to counter the flying mass aimed to collide with her torso. The way things stood, it'd be impossible to predict how Micheal would be flying towards Hoshiko's fist, or where it would land. But the likely hood would be that her strike would hit him either in the head/face, or in the shoulder regions. This is because he would have had to lean forward to push off of her leg. And as for forward moment? It's possible that despite her super strong punch that the man would continue to barrel into her and the pair would come crashing down to the ground. But he might not. But he did. Crashing down to the ground the pair came. Noire had plenty of power to push himself into the air but the rotation demanded a sturdy kick, which she apparently lacked. While her leg muscles pulsed against the surface of the air like a tuning fork in his eyes, the calculus of biophysics failed him. Her acceleration peaked early - for this was not the kick of a Taekwondo athlete or even the kick of a Savate sports star, or even the kick of someone playing in the World Cup. This kick was stale, flaccid, and like all interpersonal experiences with a flaccid member, this experience was anticlimactic. Noire looked as if he was about to reposition into an arm bar, but instead attempted an elbow into the solar plexus, perhaps to buy himself enough time to get back on his feet.
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