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 Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 1:51 pm
Reeve groans as he awakens, stretching stiffly on the floor. Pushing on his sword, he stands and walks toward the dojo.
"Geez. Y'think they'd have at least picked me up. I'm amazed something hasn't eaten me."
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 7:13 pm
Turning his upper body to the left hand side, away from Iri, Tutsumi drops his upper half to the ground. The purpose of this was two fold; one to negate her attack and the second was soon to come. As his hands touched the ground, Tutsumi relaxed the muscles in his back while flexing the muscles in his hips, legs, and arms so he could perform his next task; flipping Iri from a standing position to the ground. The base of his palms would push down hard into the earth as he rolled his body into a slight "S" formation, then using whip-like movements he lifted her up into the air, providing she was still holding on, and then slammed her hard onto the ground where her back would hit first.
In other words, Tutsumi used an African style of fighting to lift whip Iri from her position to his right and slam her down onto the ground on his left side.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 7:35 pm
When Iri hits, she slaps the ground with her palms open and keeps her knees bent in the style of Kuk Sool Won. The added movements absorb some of the impact, but it doesn't prevent the air from being knocked from her lungs. As she coughs and tries to regulate her breathing, Iri extends the wing nearest Tutsumi to perform that limb's version of a knife strike to his neck. At the same time the wing makes its attack, Iri rolls away from Tutsumi to get to her feet. One tessen was lost in Tutsumi's attack, but she still has the other one and her naginata to fall back on.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 7:45 pm
Reeve monitors the fight via chakra as he dozes on the porch, eyes lidded. He stretches awkwardly, favoring his bruised neck.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 7:50 pm
((That move is also used in Judo; the slapping of the ground when you fall. :3 ))
Having full control over his legs again, Tutsumi thrusts them forward; sending his body in an arc like movement to then land on his feet. As soon as he lands back on his feet, Tutsumi starts to cart wheel in the air around Iri, but this wasn't an ordinary cartwheel; Tutsumi was thrusting each leg to go into a circle as if kicking some invisible target in the sky and then landing again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:06 pm
(( I wouldn't know about Judo. Kuk Sool is the only Martial Art I'm familiar with, and I'm only a white belt at that. ))
Iri reaches back with one hand to release her naginata from its strappings. The weapon falls into her hand and she brings it into a defensive position. She also emits a small amount of chakra to stir up the air. A slow cyclone picks up around her body. On a whim, that cyclone could become a wind barrier. Iri doesn't know what Tutsumi's up to, but she's prepared to do what she can to do defend herself against him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:14 pm
Nami rolled onto her side for perhaps the fiftieth time that night, the move in itself no easy feat.
Her back had been bothering her for most of the day, small muscle cramps here and there but nothing out of the ordinary...until she'd crawled into bed to sleep. Two hours later found her trying to stifle a soft groan at the pain that clamped around her back before wavering across her abdomen.
Breathing through her teeth, she buried her face in the pillow, determined to wait it out. They were far apart anyways. Maybe it was just a false alarm...maybe just stress?
She focused all her thoughts on the pain, ignoring the fear that gnawed at her subconcious. If she just breathed, everything would be okay.
A moment later, when the spasm had passed she released the pillow and closed her eyes.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:16 pm
((Mmmk. I spent a good while under Judo; rose to the black belt level.))
Now.
Tutsumi started to hit his heel hard down into the ground, leaving impressions of small craters slowly moving around Iri. It wasn't long before they circled her completely, and now...it began.
Tutsumi jumped back from the circle and smirked, raising his hand towards Iri and then sending sparks of fire into her cyclone. The wind within it wouldn't out the sparks, but rather give them a life...one of which Tutsumi could control.
He was getting tired of those who went to elementals in a pinch...it made him want to even the fields by using some of his own.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:19 pm
"Hm..?"
Clow blinked, and lifted his head slowly from resting in his arms at his desk. He had fallen asleep there yet again. He lifted it a little, and rubbed his eyes slowly to get all the sleep from the corners of his eyes. He cleared his throat, and rubbed the back of his neck before sitting up straight and blinking to focus his vision. Then he rose an eyebrow, as if something was wrong and turned to look over his shoulder at his bed.
"Nami? Nami...you okay?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:22 pm
"What? Oh, I'm fine." She said quickly, careful to keep her face from view. Hopefully the mountain of pillows with which she'd surrounded herself would hide her.
She rubbed her forehead against the blanket to rid it of sweat.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:24 pm
"You're not a very good liar."
Clow smirked, and stood up slowly and then headed to the bed before taking a seat on it, and trying to get a view of her face.
"You've been complaining about how your back hurts alot lately...I'm sure there's more to it. Unless..."
Then his eyes widened and he almost choked on the air.
"...Nami, are you in labour?!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:28 pm
((Tutsumi bursts in through the doors.
"BWAHAHAHAHA! The woman in is labour! Finally, my seed will flourish!"
Tutsumi then promptly leaves the room and the two of them alone to ponder what he meant or rather...leave Clow to ponder.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:28 pm
"No?" She answered, still keeping her face carefully hidden behind the blankets.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:32 pm
Without oxygen, there's no fire.
Iri sighs and concentrates on the make-up of the air. The atmosphere around her thins out, leaving less oxygen molecules for the fire to feed off of. She also widens her cyclone to put some distance between herself and the fire. The thinning atmosphere should put the fire out, unless Tutsumi has a way of preventing that. If the fire goes out, she'll disperse her cyclone and wait to see what Tutsumi does next.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 8:33 pm
~:[Hey Tut...]:~
Clow gulped and started off the bed, only to fall backwards onto his head on the floor, comically. Not taking time to take in the pain, he started scrambling for their bags and began to pack.
"Nami...I know what a woman in labour looks like...I remember my mother when she had my sister."
~:[...Stfu. You aren't funny.]:~
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