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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 27, 2006 23:24:41 GMT -5
(*Throws out Pokeball*)
Qimang stood in his private sparring chamber, smiling confidently. Across from him stood his Grand General, Zhu Liao. The two often tested each other's skills in this manner. Qimang hefted his sword with one hand and flexed the fingers of his gauntlet on the other, then switched hands and did the same.
"Well, General, shall we begin?" He assumed his stance, both hands on the sword, holding it in front of him.
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Post by ~Traptz~ on Sept 27, 2006 23:30:28 GMT -5
(*Pops out of Pokeball*)
Once agian the Grand Commander and the Duke of Yan faced off agianst one another. Liao stood bouncing on his feet, both swords waiting in thier sheaths at his waist. As his foe shifted his weapon Liao drew his right hand sword.
Zhu Liao just gave a slight snort and spit off to the side as his commander asked to begin. Liao leapt forward and ran at his opponent. As he closed the distance his sword swung in a horizontal arc aiming for his foes shoulder line.
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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 27, 2006 23:39:05 GMT -5
I wish he wouldn't spit like that... thought Qimang as Zhu did so. As Zhu closed the gap, Qimang released his right hand and held the large weapon vertically, extending his arm slightly so as to block the blow before it neared him. As he blocked Zhu's right blade, he shot his steel-clothed right fist at his foe's left shoulder.
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Post by ~Traptz~ on Sept 27, 2006 23:43:52 GMT -5
As Zhu Liao continued his charge he saw his foe bring his fist to bare on him. He brought his shoulder back a bit to lessen the blow, and make it slide off. Nevertheless the hit was a painful one.
As Liao's sword bounced off his foe's a bit, he pushed it back at his foe only aimed for the man's knees. Liao's fist too came up, flying at his Lord's head.
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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 27, 2006 23:55:41 GMT -5
Qimang dropped quickly to a crouch, keeping Xiehuixin upright as he did so. Zhu's attempt to stirike Qimang's knee merely made contact with the base of his blade, while Zhu's fist hit nothing but air, hanging for a split second above Qimang's head. In that split-second, Qimang reached up, not for Zhu's fist, but for his left sword, still sheathed. In one fuild motion, he grabbed it, pulled it out of its sheathe, and flung it behind him.
"None of your tricks like last time," he muttered, surging to his feet. he aimed his helmeted head at Zhu's jaw, pushing his left hand away and, in doing so, forcing Zhu's blade away as well.
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Post by ~Traptz~ on Sept 28, 2006 0:01:09 GMT -5
Both struck nothing. Unsuprising. However, as Qimang tried to take Zhu's sword, the fist that missed it's target came down and smashed both. Instead of the second sword flying to the other side of the room it landed on the floor between the two. Then Gongsun Ren hurddled up with his helmeted head. Ina quick last ditch effort Liao rbought his arm across, smashing it into his Lord's head. Liao, witht he force of both men in fulla rmor, got went onto his back. He doubted though if his lord would remain up. However Liao was begining to get on his feet right away.
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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 28, 2006 0:09:29 GMT -5
Years of fighting had turned Qimang into a powerfully-built man. It took quite some effort to knock him down, but this blow came close. He stumbled to his left, then dropped to one knee, using the hilt of his weapon to prevent himself from falling entirely. He got back to his feet slowly, well-aware of the fact that Zhu, though physically weaker, was quicker and by no means weak. Therefore, he braced himself for an expected blow, and prepared a hoeful counterattack.
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Post by ~Traptz~ on Sept 28, 2006 0:23:40 GMT -5
Liao got to his feet and looked at his Lord. The man had size to keep him up. Zhu wasnt so lucky. Taking a few steps toward his forgotten sword, Liao stomped on the blade and the handle flew up and Liao caught it in his hand. He had a way with these swords. Something that would never be replicated with any other weapon. Perfect balance, length, curve. Everything.
In a flash second the second sword went flying at his foes chest and then Liao ran just after it was thrown. His left leg came up, heading for his opponents left knee. The sword that was still held in the right hand swung for his foes chest.
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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 28, 2006 0:36:53 GMT -5
Once again, Qimang dropped to a crouch. The sword flew over his head as he observed Zhu's attack. As before, he held his sword vertically in his left, blocking Zhu's blade with his own. He moved his right arm so that it, too, was vertical, curved at the elbow, and slammed his forearm at Zhu's leg, knocking it away and putting Zhu off-balance. Using the rebound of the blow, he was able to fire his fist like a missle at his foe's now relatively unprotected crotch. In the back of his mind, he hoped Zhu was wearing a cup. Having a eunuch for his chief general would be most embarrassing.
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Post by ~Traptz~ on Sept 28, 2006 0:41:44 GMT -5
The sword flew harmlessly away, and all attacks were negated. As the crotch shot came Liao backed up a bit in slight pain. Thank god for full armor.
Liao looked up at his foe and spit at him. Gripping his sword, he ran at his opponent. As eh was about a foot away his sword came up and stabbed at his foes abdomin. Liao himself charged into Qimang and tried to wrap his left arm around his opponents head.
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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 28, 2006 0:51:51 GMT -5
Unfortunately, the position of Qimang's abdomen meant that Zhu had to bend slightly to strike it, alerting Qimang to his foe's intention. He turned his left wrist, bringing his blade down upon his Zhu's. The force of the blow knocked Zhu's sword to the ground, either throwing him completely off or, if he released it, barely affecting him. Assuming Zhu dropped the sword, Qimang also released his weapon as Zhu grabbed his skull. At this reversal, Qimang wrapped both arms around Zhu's waist and stood. With a grunt, he lifted Zhu off the ground and squeezed as hard as he could. With Zhu's armor, this caused little permanent damage, but did feel quite uncomfortable.
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Post by ~Traptz~ on Sept 28, 2006 0:56:28 GMT -5
As the Lord of Yan lifted Liao off the ground, Zhu Liao gripped tighter on the man's head. As the pwoer of the man began to crush Liao Zhu realized this had just beceom a brawl. As he was in the air, Liao quickly ripped his Lord helmet off and regained the chokehold. As the one wrapped tight aroudn the mans neck, Liao's other fist began to slam down into the back Ren's neck.
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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 28, 2006 0:59:02 GMT -5
Now finding it much harder to breathe and think, Qimang quickly shifted his weight backwards, slamming Zhu to the ground headfirst in what would in two millenia be known as a backdrop.
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Post by ~Traptz~ on Sept 28, 2006 1:12:25 GMT -5
As the man slammed into the ground all the air rushed out of him. HE looked up in a slight daze. Regaining focus he laughed a bit.
"Didn't see that one coming..." Liao got up and brushed himself off. He moved and picked up his two swords. "Some other time My Lord."
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Post by Gongsun Ren on Sept 28, 2006 1:15:04 GMT -5
Qimang lay on his back for several moments, glad that Zhu had been as exhausted by that final move as he had been. Invisible dots floated in front of his eyes as he tried to refill his lungs with air. When he had done so, he sat up.
"Indeed, another time..." He slowly picked himself up once mre, retrieved his helmet and sword, and exited.
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