Post by Adrian on Apr 12, 2009 22:56:59 GMT -5
Matrim hadn't uttered any more good-natured jibes during the short-lived amount of time they had begun to battle, and Adrian took that to mean he was a little more stressed than he'd originally planned. Hot off the bus as he was, so to speak, Adrian prided himself on still knowing how to hold his own against those who were physically stronger and faster than he.
Matrim charged forth, and Adrian took a step forward, closing the distance between them as per his original plan. When Matrim slid in, shooting his foot out, however, Adrian quickly changed his mind, backpedaling a step back and leaning backwards, just missing the foot flying for his face. The leg snapped back, and Adrian brought his upper body back up straight, arms locked in a boxer's usual stance. The kick came in again, low at his left side, and Adrian ducked his body into it, pressing his left arm against his body and taking it in the arm, essentially putting a twist on the way a boxer would block a body blow from another boxer. Adrian kept his eyes on Matrim's sternum, and from his peripheral, he saw the boy's other leg tense up, and realized an opportunity.
Matrim burst forward with his only remaining leg as he snapped back his right, using a variation on the bicycle kick. Unfortunately for Matrim, the key point in the usual bicycle kick lies in using the upward momentum of the initial pump kick to power the downward momentum, which in turn propels the kicking leg. Hanging his leg in mid-air as he did, Matrim could only bring it back with roughly half the force, and thus power the bicycle kick with much less momentum. Adrian had no idea of any of this, he just figured that, with both feet off the ground, it'd be a good time to strike.
He burst forward with a sudden surge of energy, his right hand swinging wide and out, a hard, loose hook with as much power as he could muster behind it. The foot would be unable to strike at the correct trajectory, instead hitting him with his knee and causing only a fraction of the trouble it would have caused full-on, and more importantly, earlier than Matrim would have intended, as well. Adrian's fist, meanwhile, would connect with the side of the Varsity Captain's head, at about the moment both of Matrim's feet would still be in the air. With no grounding whatsoever, Matrim would have no choice but to fall from the attack.
If all succeeded, Adrian would follow up by quickly placing his foot down upon Matrim's fallen chest, keeping enough pressure that he wouldn't be able to squirm out of it, but not quite enough to hurt him. Without arms, it'd be a difficult venture to remove the boy's foot directly, though still possible through other methods.
"Ready to concede?" Adrian asked with a smirk. He couldn't honestly say he felt good about beating a cripple, but there was a sort of satisfaction in sticking it back to the guy who'd thrown him and run off during their first encounter.
Matrim charged forth, and Adrian took a step forward, closing the distance between them as per his original plan. When Matrim slid in, shooting his foot out, however, Adrian quickly changed his mind, backpedaling a step back and leaning backwards, just missing the foot flying for his face. The leg snapped back, and Adrian brought his upper body back up straight, arms locked in a boxer's usual stance. The kick came in again, low at his left side, and Adrian ducked his body into it, pressing his left arm against his body and taking it in the arm, essentially putting a twist on the way a boxer would block a body blow from another boxer. Adrian kept his eyes on Matrim's sternum, and from his peripheral, he saw the boy's other leg tense up, and realized an opportunity.
Matrim burst forward with his only remaining leg as he snapped back his right, using a variation on the bicycle kick. Unfortunately for Matrim, the key point in the usual bicycle kick lies in using the upward momentum of the initial pump kick to power the downward momentum, which in turn propels the kicking leg. Hanging his leg in mid-air as he did, Matrim could only bring it back with roughly half the force, and thus power the bicycle kick with much less momentum. Adrian had no idea of any of this, he just figured that, with both feet off the ground, it'd be a good time to strike.
He burst forward with a sudden surge of energy, his right hand swinging wide and out, a hard, loose hook with as much power as he could muster behind it. The foot would be unable to strike at the correct trajectory, instead hitting him with his knee and causing only a fraction of the trouble it would have caused full-on, and more importantly, earlier than Matrim would have intended, as well. Adrian's fist, meanwhile, would connect with the side of the Varsity Captain's head, at about the moment both of Matrim's feet would still be in the air. With no grounding whatsoever, Matrim would have no choice but to fall from the attack.
If all succeeded, Adrian would follow up by quickly placing his foot down upon Matrim's fallen chest, keeping enough pressure that he wouldn't be able to squirm out of it, but not quite enough to hurt him. Without arms, it'd be a difficult venture to remove the boy's foot directly, though still possible through other methods.
"Ready to concede?" Adrian asked with a smirk. He couldn't honestly say he felt good about beating a cripple, but there was a sort of satisfaction in sticking it back to the guy who'd thrown him and run off during their first encounter.
