17th day of Winter, 513 AV 13th Bell 9th chime
It was another cold Winter day and Kreig found himself once more at the Anthonius Fighter's Pit, in truth he had no reason to be there this day. Rachel, his sister, wasn't here to teach today and his cousin Cristiin was busy working to pay any mind to him. He thought about going to the orphanage and check upon Claire but the young lass would likely spending the day with her brother since today was a day off from his apprenticeship.
He walked about the Pit's grounds, observing the number of people training themselves to become better warriors. There was Yargul and Ceryl, sparring against each other with blunt longswords, no doubt Kreig would find them trying to rope some poor novice to fight with them. Gerrard Anthonious was teaching some folks on the use of the sword while Cecil Schneider was busy teaching others how to fight bare fisted.
The brawler soon took up a secluded corner of the Pit as he dropped his own equipment to the ground, consisting of his wooden training blades and his old worn out gauntlets. He took up a boxing stance as he suddenly jabbed the air in front of him with his left, repeating the motion in what seemed like an endless amount of time before following up with a straight punch with the right as he pulled his fist back and then released it forward. In that moment of time he brought back his left and then threw it forward in a hooking motio before finally lowering him and his right down then raised himself up for an uppercut.
Kreig then repeated the motions, over and over, trying to instill them within himself...to have his body memorize the motions. He knew he could have something with this style, his movements were brutish but deadly, clumsy-looking but quite destructive beneath that faced. A person who looked closely at Kreig's movements would realize that despite his lack of experience in his current choice of unarmed combat, there was a vast wealth of combat experience beneath.
His punches knew where to hit, where to cause the most amount of damage. His Jab's, other than intending to disrupt his opponent's rhythm, were aimed at the opponent's eyes and chin. The eyes to be blinded and the chin to disrupt the movements of the body, a knock to it would rattle the brain around and effectively end any battle...that is if the opponent's recovery time was slow enough.
His straight punches and uppercuts, other than simply aiming for the obvious targets like the head or the stomach could also be aimed at the target's neck or even their tender privates. A straight punch if it were to pass by the head could also be quickly turned into a back handed straight, his knuckles ramming into the side of the target's head. A hook punch he still hadn't quite found a dirty use for, but the Brawler will deal with that bridge when he gets there.
For now he kept on repeating the motions, trying to ingrain them in his own physical memory and eventually incorporate them into his own style of combat Then I'll have the deadliest fists in the city
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It was another cold Winter day and Kreig found himself once more at the Anthonius Fighter's Pit, in truth he had no reason to be there this day. Rachel, his sister, wasn't here to teach today and his cousin Cristiin was busy working to pay any mind to him. He thought about going to the orphanage and check upon Claire but the young lass would likely spending the day with her brother since today was a day off from his apprenticeship.
He walked about the Pit's grounds, observing the number of people training themselves to become better warriors. There was Yargul and Ceryl, sparring against each other with blunt longswords, no doubt Kreig would find them trying to rope some poor novice to fight with them. Gerrard Anthonious was teaching some folks on the use of the sword while Cecil Schneider was busy teaching others how to fight bare fisted.
The brawler soon took up a secluded corner of the Pit as he dropped his own equipment to the ground, consisting of his wooden training blades and his old worn out gauntlets. He took up a boxing stance as he suddenly jabbed the air in front of him with his left, repeating the motion in what seemed like an endless amount of time before following up with a straight punch with the right as he pulled his fist back and then released it forward. In that moment of time he brought back his left and then threw it forward in a hooking motio before finally lowering him and his right down then raised himself up for an uppercut.
Kreig then repeated the motions, over and over, trying to instill them within himself...to have his body memorize the motions. He knew he could have something with this style, his movements were brutish but deadly, clumsy-looking but quite destructive beneath that faced. A person who looked closely at Kreig's movements would realize that despite his lack of experience in his current choice of unarmed combat, there was a vast wealth of combat experience beneath.
His punches knew where to hit, where to cause the most amount of damage. His Jab's, other than intending to disrupt his opponent's rhythm, were aimed at the opponent's eyes and chin. The eyes to be blinded and the chin to disrupt the movements of the body, a knock to it would rattle the brain around and effectively end any battle...that is if the opponent's recovery time was slow enough.
His straight punches and uppercuts, other than simply aiming for the obvious targets like the head or the stomach could also be aimed at the target's neck or even their tender privates. A straight punch if it were to pass by the head could also be quickly turned into a back handed straight, his knuckles ramming into the side of the target's head. A hook punch he still hadn't quite found a dirty use for, but the Brawler will deal with that bridge when he gets there.
For now he kept on repeating the motions, trying to ingrain them in his own physical memory and eventually incorporate them into his own style of combat Then I'll have the deadliest fists in the city
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