Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-13593058-20160819213612

(Please note, I will be gone still August 30th, thanks for your patience!)



 Summers sized up Cordovan, who had a disgruntled look etched upon his face, as she began rolling up the sleeves of her shirt. She took notice of his brows angled acutely and his brown eyes sharpened into a judgemental gaze. She then turned towards the student body.

“Some would say hand-to-hand combat is useless against the creatures of Grimm,” she began, repeatedly clenching her hands into fists as she did, “but as Hunters, and as a society, we must acknowledge the existence of those who put their own well-being above the rest of the world.” She reached for her scroll after she finished another thought provoking statement and tapped at the device rapidly. Suddenly the two holographic screens above the stage flickered rapidly before the texts changed. “LOADING” it now said followed by three orderly periods which disappeared and reappeared accordingly before the whole screen blackened. It was followed by a soothing audio queue and the screens reawaken from their slumber, now displaying two busts of both the professor and Cordovan.



“Hmm,” Professor Summers commented, “Windows 98, odd choice, headmaster.” She replaced the Scroll back onto the podium and turned her attention to Cordovan who, after taking notice of the screens, returned her gaze. Summers approached him with purpose and like a storm during summer, lashed out a surprise punch straight at her student's face. The student body gasped as they watched the situation unfold but no cries of pain were heard moments after. She had stopped her strike only mere centimeters away from contact with Cordovan staring steadfast at the woman’s fist.



“Was that suppose to make me flinch?” he asked in a purposely executed tone of amusement. Though he was visibly upset at this point.



“No.” Summers stated as she withdrew the fist, “I wouldn’t expect that sort of reaction from a team leader, much less one like yourself, Flintrock.” She reached for side bang and began twirling it habitually. “22 year-old sharpshooter, without a gun...” Again she scanned him from head to toe, taking notice of his rather tailored and well kept boots. “a nice pair of kicks…”



“And a real one to go with it!” Cordovan finally snaps as he returned with his own surprise attack. His right foot swung into action, going for the head. The power can be heard as a loud *snap* echoed the room and Cordovan, content that he was not out of practice and that his kick was bound to connect, grinned slightly.



“Fear not the man who practiced 10 000 kicks once, “ Summers rebutted calmly, “but fear the man who practiced one kick 10 000 times.” Cordovan’s heart sank as he saw that the professor’s hand intercepted his foot perfectly. Her stance was odd, strangely narrow for a fighting style, her arms positioned in a way where her elbows braced against her midsection and the hands lifted high above the chin. The simple movement of pivoting her forearm provided a surface to cushion Cordovan’s blow. “Muay Thai?” she questioned, “You will kill someone with that kick one day.”



“I, uh…”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“Kicks are a strong choice,” she turns towards the class, “kicks give you the farthest range and unparalleled amounts of power which your fists will never hope to achieve. It is an effective primary weapon when developing your own unarmed style of combat, however,” She turns back to her opponent, “you still need to learn how to punch.” With little effort, she made a light but fast strike at his inner thigh causing him to drop his kick and followed up with a body strike.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“2 hits.” the screen displayed on the professor’s picture. “One must note, that, while powerful, kicks have long-term disadvantages of inhibiting mobility and will throw you off balance if you are not careful. If your opponent is durable or hard to hit, do not waste your energy on trying to break down his or her defense.”

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">She resumed her stance and faced Cordovan who was still rubbing the affected areas. They weren’t particularly painful as he has trained himself to take as much as he can deal, but they did feel sore. He focused on the professor who motioned for him to attack her.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">They circled each other in a spiral dance, closing in the distance with every step they took. The first to move was Cordovan once again, igniting the fight with left high-kick. The screens above them filled with flashing indications of contact like some kind of fighting game. Cordovan’s screen displayed his quick and successive combos which escalated with numbers well over the single digits. However, the professor's screen displayed the words “Parried” at the same rate.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“Pretty quick for someone so large.” Summer’s commented throughout their fight.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“Yeah? Your hands hurting yet?” Cordovan spat back.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">Finally, the deciding attack occurred with the cowboy landing a partial low kick to the professor’s thigh.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“You’re open!” He shouted in excitement as he charged up another kick.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“Not quite.” Summers responded calmly as she sneakily stepped on his toes, disabling his attack.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“What the hell!?” Cordovan gasped as he tried to lift his foot. The next thing he felt was a flurry of strikes onto his face and jaws as Summers unleashed her set of attacks. The ceiling and a large fist covering his vision after he recovered felt a light tap at the tip of his nose before being forced back onto his feet.

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<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">“As you can see,” he heard the professor speak, but didn’t quite register the reason. “While sacrificing range and power, punches make up for in their versatility and forgiveness for mistakes as well as granting you mobility over kicks. However, that all depends on your style.” She turns to Cordovan for the last time and bows courteously, “Thank you for letting me win, Mr. Flintrock.”