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Post by Austin on Mar 31, 2012 13:33:59 GMT
"<Sparring>"
Austin told Zin in his rough Thai, sensing her confusion before nodding to Azrael
She is indeed
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Mar 31, 2012 19:05:16 GMT
Damaris, who didn't speak Thai and had no idea what was being said between Austin and Azrael, looked between the four of them with a slightly bemused expression.
"If... Zin's not comfortable, or would rather spar with someone else, I don't mind," she said hesitantly.
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Post by Zin Siripong on Apr 1, 2012 9:51:51 GMT
The sudden grin that broke across the younger girl's face was only very slightly bloodthirsty. She enjoyed what she did and she was damn good at it.
Skipping backwards a step, she sank into her stance, left leg forward, bouncing slightly on the ball, fists lifted in front of her face as her upper body turned to the side. She gave some consideration to Damaris who probably didn't know much hand to hand but it was brushed aside. She was a Lycan, that meant she was more durable than other people, in this case, Zin doubted she would be able to harm the other woman. Not that she was seeking to do that! Never! But holding back in a spar was the height of rudeness, it signified you didn't think the other person was good enough to give them your all, even if they were weaker.
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Kunoichi
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The Night Crawler[A1i:5]
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Post by Kunoichi on Apr 1, 2012 20:31:00 GMT
Kunoichi leant back on the punch bag to observe Zin's fighting style, very interested to see what she could learn.
Muay Thai?
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Post by Damaris Y Blaidd on Apr 3, 2012 20:24:17 GMT
Damaris smiled as Zin sank into her stance and matched the position. She knew she'd never be able to beat Zin at her own style, but she thought she might be able to at least give her a decent match.
"Ready?" She asked, waiting for Zin to make the first move.
((Sorry it's a bit rubbish, I'm tired xD))
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Post by Zin Siripong on Oct 4, 2012 22:00:54 GMT
The Thai girl nodded, taking a breath as she wet her lips.
Slowly, she began to circle the older woman, eyeing her stance for exploitable openings. Her own strength and speed were different now, she needed to be five times more careful than she usually was so she didn't end up hurting herself, or even worse, embarrassing herself.
She hopped forward, her balance shifting uncomfortably - but not sending her on her ass - before jabbing out once, twice and following up with a solid hook that should catch the woman's forearms. Zin had little illusion that the elder woman would get either a block up in time, or just move entirely out of the way. This was to test the waters, her own strength and speed. She would start small and work her way up.
It would be like that time she broke her ankle and had to be confined to crutches and forbidden from training. Her body felt wrong when she finally returned. Clumsy and stiff. This time though, it felt like.... the nearest comparison was having weights from every one of her limbs and fingers being removed. Leaving her able to punch and kick and move without that invisible force holding her back. She felt like she was stood on ice in nothing but a pair of greased plastic bags on her feet. Her balance was shot to all hell.
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