05-20-2007, 08:39 PM
?Keep your wrist strait?and lean forward into the bag. You?re attacking, get in his face let him know who is in control.? Yamu gave out tips as Kari?s tiny fists pelted a trainer made for any minuscule competitors. ?There ya go, no circle around, keep ?em guessing.?
?I?m tired, Yamu!? She pouted, still throwing diminutive punches that barely moved the bag.
?You?re the one that wanted training. You don?t think I got this handsome overnight, do ya??
?But this is haaard!?
?It gets easier, you just have to find the rhythm. What you want to do now is focus on your feet, get up on the balls and move with your punches?you want to??
A group of three very burly looking Saiya-Jins walked over from the other side of the Dojo, the leader had his arms crossed over his chest to display his massive forearms the size of most men?s legs. ?Hey?you?re that Yamu guy, ain?t ya??
Yamu raised himself from where he had been kneeling behind the tiny punching bag. ?Yeah, what?s it to you, punk??
Kari edged herself behind the bag to hide while the lead Saiya-Jin?s face grew grim at being called a ?punk?. ?Well, me and my friends here were wondering if you would settle a bet. Ya see, Liondale here thinks you won?t even make it past the bottom forty, but I disagree with him. I watched last year and well, I don?t think you?ll even get picked up for the competition this year!? The three tailed fighters erupted in laughter, the back two slapping their leader on the back. ?You couldn?t keep from fucking killing yourself for two days!?
Yamu threw two fingers into the leader?s chest, cocking his head as he stared the rowdy fighters directly in the eyes. ?Watch your language around the little girl, dipshit.?
The long maned fighter shoved Yamu?s arm down at the wrist, ?No one puts their fuckin-? before he could finish the swear Yamu?s other hand snapped into his throat forcing him back into the arms of his companions as he gasped for air.
?Kari?go outside.? He nodded his head to the door as he watched the three Saiya-Jins organize for a counter attack. ?The walls will keep the fight in here.?
The little girl dashed outside, slamming the door behind her. She quickly found a cart someone had been selling fruit out of but had abandoned and wheeled it to under the one window into the Dojo to see Yamu in action.
?You done messed with the wrong guy, buddy??
Yamu began undoing the clasp of his cloak as he talked, his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. ?I am not your buddy, fucker. Now if you wanna fight, come throw a punch. All three of you will be bleeding and unconscious before my cloak hits the wall.? He finished the clasp and held the sixteen pointed emblem like a throwing star, the folds of black fabric hanging underneath.
?You cocky son of a bitch?? The three moved forward as a unified block, relying on numbers to overwhelm the vein covered titan.
Yamu whipped the Regulator?s insignia forward through the three men towards the opposite wall. The sixteen pointed star spun, the force made the cloak spin as well as it traveled through the air, forming a floating black rose that breezed through the air.
Yamu shot forward and the three Saiya-Jins now looked like they were moving through jelly to the lighting quick Guardian of Arlia. He came in low like a linebacker as the trio continued forward, barely moving through an unseen sludge compared to Yamu?s speed.
He took on the smart mouthed leader first. Both hands enveloped the tailed warriors wrist, he pulled downward and twisted it at the same time. The pop of the joint was a precursor to the long haired warrior being tossed into the air.
While he floated upward Yamu took a quick step towards the Saiya-Jin to his left. He ducked the fighter?s outstretched fist and drove an uppercut directly to the chin, shattering the jaw and sending the brown haired lackey sailing into the air just behind his leader.
Not even looking behind him Yamu spun backwards kicking where he knew the third bully?s knee would be. His heel cracked into the back of his knee cap, then he spun bringing the top of his other foot into the man?s forehead dropping him to the ground limp.
Yamu dashed to the other side of the room and snagged the spinning star from out of the air. He straitened his back and slowly attached the cloak around his shoulders as the last two Saiya-Jins hot the ground only one beat apart.
The ebony eyed human walked outside and brought Kari back to their training area while he waited to see if an old friend would show up.
OOC: Burt, PM me if you don?t mind Yamu saying hello.
?I?m tired, Yamu!? She pouted, still throwing diminutive punches that barely moved the bag.
?You?re the one that wanted training. You don?t think I got this handsome overnight, do ya??
?But this is haaard!?
?It gets easier, you just have to find the rhythm. What you want to do now is focus on your feet, get up on the balls and move with your punches?you want to??
A group of three very burly looking Saiya-Jins walked over from the other side of the Dojo, the leader had his arms crossed over his chest to display his massive forearms the size of most men?s legs. ?Hey?you?re that Yamu guy, ain?t ya??
Yamu raised himself from where he had been kneeling behind the tiny punching bag. ?Yeah, what?s it to you, punk??
Kari edged herself behind the bag to hide while the lead Saiya-Jin?s face grew grim at being called a ?punk?. ?Well, me and my friends here were wondering if you would settle a bet. Ya see, Liondale here thinks you won?t even make it past the bottom forty, but I disagree with him. I watched last year and well, I don?t think you?ll even get picked up for the competition this year!? The three tailed fighters erupted in laughter, the back two slapping their leader on the back. ?You couldn?t keep from fucking killing yourself for two days!?
Yamu threw two fingers into the leader?s chest, cocking his head as he stared the rowdy fighters directly in the eyes. ?Watch your language around the little girl, dipshit.?
The long maned fighter shoved Yamu?s arm down at the wrist, ?No one puts their fuckin-? before he could finish the swear Yamu?s other hand snapped into his throat forcing him back into the arms of his companions as he gasped for air.
?Kari?go outside.? He nodded his head to the door as he watched the three Saiya-Jins organize for a counter attack. ?The walls will keep the fight in here.?
The little girl dashed outside, slamming the door behind her. She quickly found a cart someone had been selling fruit out of but had abandoned and wheeled it to under the one window into the Dojo to see Yamu in action.
?You done messed with the wrong guy, buddy??
Yamu began undoing the clasp of his cloak as he talked, his eyes closed and a smirk on his face. ?I am not your buddy, fucker. Now if you wanna fight, come throw a punch. All three of you will be bleeding and unconscious before my cloak hits the wall.? He finished the clasp and held the sixteen pointed emblem like a throwing star, the folds of black fabric hanging underneath.
?You cocky son of a bitch?? The three moved forward as a unified block, relying on numbers to overwhelm the vein covered titan.
Yamu whipped the Regulator?s insignia forward through the three men towards the opposite wall. The sixteen pointed star spun, the force made the cloak spin as well as it traveled through the air, forming a floating black rose that breezed through the air.
Yamu shot forward and the three Saiya-Jins now looked like they were moving through jelly to the lighting quick Guardian of Arlia. He came in low like a linebacker as the trio continued forward, barely moving through an unseen sludge compared to Yamu?s speed.
He took on the smart mouthed leader first. Both hands enveloped the tailed warriors wrist, he pulled downward and twisted it at the same time. The pop of the joint was a precursor to the long haired warrior being tossed into the air.
While he floated upward Yamu took a quick step towards the Saiya-Jin to his left. He ducked the fighter?s outstretched fist and drove an uppercut directly to the chin, shattering the jaw and sending the brown haired lackey sailing into the air just behind his leader.
Not even looking behind him Yamu spun backwards kicking where he knew the third bully?s knee would be. His heel cracked into the back of his knee cap, then he spun bringing the top of his other foot into the man?s forehead dropping him to the ground limp.
Yamu dashed to the other side of the room and snagged the spinning star from out of the air. He straitened his back and slowly attached the cloak around his shoulders as the last two Saiya-Jins hot the ground only one beat apart.
The ebony eyed human walked outside and brought Kari back to their training area while he waited to see if an old friend would show up.
OOC: Burt, PM me if you don?t mind Yamu saying hello.
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