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"Indeed. Ready when you are." He spoke, and proceeded to walk some distance away from Jello. Performing a 180 degree turn then, he faced the man. And with that, his body began to shift. Soon, he was in an odd position, with his Bo Staff in his right hand, which was extended foward. The staff itself was held horizontally, perfectly motionless, as was its wielder. Jonathan had shifted into a fighting style called Hiju. It was a fighting style alien to Gaia. Literally. It was a Yautja fighting style, that used the Combi-Stick or similar weapons. It was a style that was literally made to disembowel an opponent. Fortunately, Jonathan was not using a bladed weapon, so the disembowelment would not take place in the fight. And with the patience of a Yautja, who were the ultimate hunters, Jonathan waited for Jello's first move, his silver orbs waiting for the most insignificant of movements geared towards the offensive. A smirk was now played upon Jonathan's lips; he knew this would be one helluva fight.

Jello took a step to the side with his right foot, leaving the left one planted where it had been, merely widening the stance a bit as he pulled down the bokken from over his left shoulder where it had been resting, holding it out in front of him vertically as he rubbed his right hand down the back of the wooden blade.

"I figgured that since this is all fun and games, there's no sense in running the risk of anyone actually getting hurt, eh? So for the sake of argument, let's just use our imaginations here? whee "

He then pressed his fingers agaisnt the sides of the wooden blade, pulling the tip down to his right as his left wrist acted as a pivot point, bringing the weapon down agaisnt his right hip as he slid that leg back a bit. His left hand still held the hilt of the dummy weapon, the arm crossing over his stomach to reach the other side as his right hand still tenatively was touched to the side of the weapon.

"Are there any fun bits you'd like me to consider for your toy?"

Jello nodded in reply, seeing that words weren't something that were going to be in much use here. Some people fought with their mouths, others fought with their actions... today would be a time for action.

What was noted most above everything about Faulkner's stance was it's defensive nature (and that it was never actually described xd ). It said quite a few things about what his feelings were at the time, even if his face or words did not, but above all of those, it said that Jon was waiting for him to make the first move.

Jello slid his right foot back a bit more, the wooden handle of the bokken clenched tightly in his left hand as it sat against his right hip, his right hand resting lightly upon the back of the guard. He had taken a second to adjust to the weight of the sword and the lenght of it, wanting to be able to judge these things accurately when he needed to do them on the fly, and, he supposed, it was time to put them to the test.

The ball of his left foot pressed down hard into the dust upon the arena floor as he pushed off, bringing forward his right leg alongside it as he stepped forwards, then repeating this action over and over in something most referred to as 'running'. The bokken raised up on his side slightly, away from the body a bit more as his arms tensed and he neared Faulkner.

Things would start slow, he assumed, so there was no need to rush, a simple test of the waters would be enough for now.

The bokken struck forward, curving on an arc upwards and to the left from the right hip where it had been situated, Jello himself moving towards a point just beside Faulkner's right shoulder as the bokken blade curved upwards towards the center of Jon's chest.

He had known that such an obvious attack would be blocked from the start, but what had surprised him was the method of Jonathan's block... the bulk of the bo was still to his right, and the weapon was off center from what he had expected...

...apparently he hadn't expected enough of this opponent.

The bo had, incidentally, made a barrier that Jello was hesitant to attempt at crossing, but if he were to continue with his dash, however, his momentum would take him over it. Stopping would leave an opening, turning would take too much time, the only option that remained was to go forwards.

His weight shifted behind his right shoulder as he slid his right hand up the backside of the bokken as it made contact, leaning upon it as he pressed his hand down near the tip. He stepped far to the right with his right foot as he pushed off with his left, redirecting the momentum of his run to center upon Jon himself, using the staff as a fulcrum while the bokken swiveled around it.

His weight was kept upon the upper portion of the blade as it turned, himself coming to pass now on Jon's left side rather than his right, and the blade of the wooden weapon screaming swiftly towards the backside of his head.

EDIT: (( Oh, in regards to the kick, as that was the right foot, and I moved to your left side, that would basically have completely missed... that and I forgot to include it because of that fact, since it was now just a minor detail... ))

Perhaps the bokken might have stopped when it hit Jon's staff, but the momentum from Jello's previous charge had still remained, and it was that momentum that had carried him past Jon when the strike was made, pivoting around with the bokken in a tight circle. By the time that the bokken passed over Jon's head the momentum was more under control, but still... the larger the better...

In responce to the dodge, Jello raised up his right leg, keeping the momentum as much as he could, and brought it up to slam the knee into Jonathan's lower back. It should have thrown him off balance and gave him a bit to think about... but mainly it was meant to stun for a moment as the other part of the attack came...

The bokken flipped over in his hand, the right still pressing down upon the front as it pushed against the bamboo staff, but now, instad of the 'sharp' side pointing into the staff, it now pointed downwards, and Jello's right hand was pressed against the flat of the blade, his fingers curled around the back of it.

And then he pulled back. The bokken coming back towards him at a downwards angle at it launched itself off of the surface of the staff and downwards towards the upper chest of Faulkner, who was being thrust forwards and upwards from the force of the knee at his back.