The Beginning...
The right elbow swung into the guy's lower jaw. With the third sprawled across the floor, there's only 8 men left standing, including himself. It was less than a minute ago that those three had their noses high up for cornering this nerd. Instead, this kid with sleeves torn, hair dripping sweat, and without the thick glasses, looked more menacing than any schooler they've approached before...
The air was stale and humid, his perspiration made him feel worse. It's 1 year since he's had any proper training. He bent his knees. *flinch* His body shot forward and left arm curled up for a blow. Too slow! The jab was dodged, exposing his left side for attacks. A small hop forward closed up the space as he put his arm around the guy's head. Two strikes with the knee followed. The guy whited out due to the momentarily lack of air to the brain. Out of the corner of his eye, a stick was swung down. A roundhouse kick caught a head and another side-kick with his right settled the backstabber.
Half more to go... Curse the legs... He now stood in front of the remaining five. Inhaling deeply, he gave a proud smile and bent his knees once more. Sheesh, 1 year really's the limit. These simple techniques will only allow me to continue this fight for another two guys. Nothing beats physical conditioning... He put his right leg forward, covering his trembling left leg from view. His fists clenched and grin got wider, showing no signs of giving up in face of five equipped thugs. Two flinched, two tried to get to me, that makes only one vulnerable. Then the other two flinched, meaning their less experienced. The other two must be good fighters... I need a plan...
He fixed his stare on the first target. "YOU'RE GOING DOWN." He stood haughtily, pointing his finger at Number 5, that's the name he gave the guy. The frantic victim could hardly contain his fear. The stick was flung at him weakly. The others did not had a chance to react. The stick was caught midway, and in another few quick steps, Number 5 was slammed hard onto the ground. Four left, as Number 5 writhes in agony.
The air was stale and humid, his perspiration made him feel worse. It's 1 year since he's had any proper training. He bent his knees. *flinch* His body shot forward and left arm curled up for a blow. Too slow! The jab was dodged, exposing his left side for attacks. A small hop forward closed up the space as he put his arm around the guy's head. Two strikes with the knee followed. The guy whited out due to the momentarily lack of air to the brain. Out of the corner of his eye, a stick was swung down. A roundhouse kick caught a head and another side-kick with his right settled the backstabber.
Half more to go... Curse the legs... He now stood in front of the remaining five. Inhaling deeply, he gave a proud smile and bent his knees once more. Sheesh, 1 year really's the limit. These simple techniques will only allow me to continue this fight for another two guys. Nothing beats physical conditioning... He put his right leg forward, covering his trembling left leg from view. His fists clenched and grin got wider, showing no signs of giving up in face of five equipped thugs. Two flinched, two tried to get to me, that makes only one vulnerable. Then the other two flinched, meaning their less experienced. The other two must be good fighters... I need a plan...
He fixed his stare on the first target. "YOU'RE GOING DOWN." He stood haughtily, pointing his finger at Number 5, that's the name he gave the guy. The frantic victim could hardly contain his fear. The stick was flung at him weakly. The others did not had a chance to react. The stick was caught midway, and in another few quick steps, Number 5 was slammed hard onto the ground. Four left, as Number 5 writhes in agony.
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