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A low whistle was all Maya gave to show she was impressed. This kid had quite a collection. Probably bigger than her own. With a shrug, she tossed off her trench coat and tied her own dreads up in a ponytail. She breathed in deep and then out slowly, sliding into a wide legged stance. With closed eyes, Maya began to sway back and forth, slowly at first and then faster, ending with one leg raised and the other on tip-toe. Without warning, she fell over backwards and thudded heavily to the ground.

"Oof!"

In her mind, she was reviewing all the different fighting styles she could use to fight this kid, but since she didn't know what style he had, she just went with the one on the top of her head. With a grunt, she lifted herself sideways and the onto her feet. Her body moved back and forth, and her footing seemed quite unstable.

"Monkey steals the Master's wine!" she shouted and thrust an open hand at Tyson, smoothly gliding past him. When she pulled her hand back, it looked to be cupped around an invisible bottle of wine. She tipped her head back and shouted "Down the hatch!" and then proceeded to "chug" it.

"Tha's betta. Cawm own boah! Leza faht!" She jumped and spun in the air, sending a speeding kick at Tyson.

s**t...This kid is fast! Maya swore in her head. She allowed herself to fall flat on her back, careful not to hit her head, and then staggered to her feet.

"Come on! Izzat all ya got?" She bobbed and weaved over to Tyson. As soon as she was in range, she did the exact same kick, but when it went over his head, she twisted her whole body in mid-air so she was upside down and started raining down punches at Tyson.

Omar stood by the door way of the back entrance and leaned against the wall with both of his arms crossed. He watched as the fight went on between the two random intoxicated people.

Maya was good, the most fun thing he had ever had the chance of bumping into. He ducked, dodged, weaved, even break-danced between her moves, finding it hard to put up a useful counter offensive, occasionally, throwing in left armed elbows, palms, and a few kicks here and there, however, when Maya took a step back, Tyson had to smile. He pulled out his hands and then sighed, both hands. No it was time to make her know why he considered himself insane. He made the first movements of ginga, the Capoeira constantly moving stance with which most were familiar with and then leaned to his right to plant his hand as he swept. The entire move itself was a complete and total feint.

After his right foot was a little off to his left, he planted it and used his planted right hand and leg to support himself as he palmed towards Maya leg. That's right, he was using a hand technique with Capoeira movements. Even if Maya backed away, his momentum would carry him into a quickly following kick with the left leg.

Where she to block that kick, he'd pop onto his right hand, use his left hand as counter support and then kick again with his right leg. The whole time, though, he faced her, never showing her his back.

(It's not a Meia lua in any way, shape or form(at least I don't think it is), but by the way I describe it, I can see why exactly you'd think that it was. The kicks are direct kicks, not sweeps. Check it {X} Meia Lua and almost all variations are sweeps as far as I'm aware. Not saying you don't know what your talking about, obviously you do. My wording probably just wasn't clear enough.)

(Lots of breaker terms coming your way)

Tyson was having fun with this. Where he not mute, he would have shouted back. Instead he forced her to retreat with a quick, but obvious knee height sweep and instantly went into a break dancing windmill, rose into a stall where his elbow supported his entire body, hoping as he spun in place. From there he stopped his hand hoping and pushed himself into a hand stand an impressive 2000 into 1990. Lowering his hand back down he began air flaring. Then with a single kick, he did a aerial master flip, landing perfectly on one foot in a running motion. Then, in a very break dancer style, he jumped back, facing Maya and pointed to her. While normally, this would be a diss in a dance battle, this was completely to be funny.

Tyson glanced down, wide-eyed and bewildered. Where in the seven rings of of unholy Twilight fangirl heaven(which would be hell in Tyson's case) did she get that? He wondered,realizing that, had this been anything but a spar, he'd be dead. Dead or bleeding to death with a freaking arrow in his chest. And the last thing he would ever what is an arrow wound. Those don't heal like bullet wounds, at least, that's what he had read somewhere. As the woman backed away, Tyson relaxed. Then, his face seemed to harbor and incredibly unimpressed look, as if bored or disappointed. Well damn, he sighed, his face totally unchanging. I would have so been shish ka-S-C-R-E-W-E-D!