FUBAR [Jack]
Jul 6, 2014 7:23:49 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jul 6, 2014 7:23:49 GMT -5
My opponent is more skilled than most I sparr with. Certainly much more than Vy or even Tyren. He's quick and anticipates everyone of my moves so instead of throwing him over I feel his arms wrap around my waist to get a good hold of me. As heavy as I am he lifts me off my feet and throws me to the ground. Flat on my back. Smack. That knocks the wind right out of me for a moment. While I'm sprawled out like a beetle on his back he has the perfect opportunity to stomp me into the ground but he doesn't.
"Sloppy, very sloppy. What did I tell you about a large untrained opponent being less of a threat than a smaller one with better training?" I hear him mock me.
So he's another oneof those guys who like talking their way through a fight? Is that what it is? A fight? I thought it's supposed to be a training session.
I have difficulty breathing due to the impact and instantly I'm worried about my healing lung. With the worry comes anger though. And his "Come get me, boot." doesn't make it better.
"I will." I press through gritted teeth.
Being vulnerable pisses me off and I'm determined to not let him use my weakness to his advantage so I snap to my feet with a dark gaze that should tell him, he's just woken the beast.
Instead of coming in with a powerful but predictable punch I give him a few light taps while dancing around him on my tippy toes. The only opening I see is his side so I grab hold of his left arm with my right one and pull him towards that side before I let my knee connect with his ribs. My other elbow shoots straight for his nose provoking an ugly crunching sound from who knows where.
Who said we can't play dirty during 'crow control'?
"What if it's a bigger opponent with training...sir?"
"Sloppy, very sloppy. What did I tell you about a large untrained opponent being less of a threat than a smaller one with better training?" I hear him mock me.
So he's another oneof those guys who like talking their way through a fight? Is that what it is? A fight? I thought it's supposed to be a training session.
I have difficulty breathing due to the impact and instantly I'm worried about my healing lung. With the worry comes anger though. And his "Come get me, boot." doesn't make it better.
"I will." I press through gritted teeth.
Being vulnerable pisses me off and I'm determined to not let him use my weakness to his advantage so I snap to my feet with a dark gaze that should tell him, he's just woken the beast.
Instead of coming in with a powerful but predictable punch I give him a few light taps while dancing around him on my tippy toes. The only opening I see is his side so I grab hold of his left arm with my right one and pull him towards that side before I let my knee connect with his ribs. My other elbow shoots straight for his nose provoking an ugly crunching sound from who knows where.
Who said we can't play dirty during 'crow control'?
"What if it's a bigger opponent with training...sir?"