The boy was fast, but had no real form. Razkar saw instantly it was that of a brawler, a gutter fighter, born of desperate scrabbles where any pretense of rules or honor was laughable at best, fatal at worst. He leaned back as the Rafael's right sung towards him, saw it slow at the critical point-
"Feint. Good start-"
-and swung his arm down in a half-circle at the elbow, knocking away the left straight Rafael aimed at his gut.
"-but aim for something more vital-"
The street kid seemed to have that idea anyway, whipping out his leg to sweep at Razkar's, knocking him down-
-only for the Myrian to swing his own leg out at slam his shin into the inside of Rafael's sweeping leg, blocking the blow, making him shake on his one solid foot-
-this easily catching the blow aimed at his throat, left hand shooting up and under it to grasp around the wrist, squeezing hard-
-pulling Rafael forward and to his left as he twisted to his right-
-jerking his left knee upward into the boy's stomach.
As Rafael fell forwards, Razkar smoothly slid to his side, letting go of his wrist and waiting patiently for the boy to recover himself and get back to his feet. His voice was smooth and clinical, as if he was dissecting a scholar's tome... which, to a Myrian, was an apt analogy.
"Good idea with the leg, but you need to have a decent bit of strength to pull that off..." Cold, black eyes flickered up and down the wiry frame before him. "... which you have yet to get. Elbows and knees are a better idea. They're harder and hurt more, for one thing, and there's less risk of them breaking when you land a blow."
The Myrian paced slowly, finding his center again as he waited for his student to right himself... then a low chuckle escaped his lips.
"You learn quickly, too. That last blow... my throat, correct? Remember to put your body into a throw like that, especially against someone taller. One solid block and your balance goes and...well, you see how it went."
When Rafael got back to his feet, he'd find the Myrian standing just as he had been before, not even breathing hard.
"Again. This time, keep your body loose but your center close. You invest too much in your blows and your balance goes to the hells. Be ready to snap your limbs back to yourself, so your enemy can't get a grip on you."
Razkar exhaled slowly and unfolded his arms, letting them hang by his sides... before bringing them up, hands half-formed into fists.
"When you're ready..."
OOCLet me know if I'm doing too much as far as depicting your actions goes. I have a bad habit of godmodding, but considering the vast lack of skill between us and Razkar's capacity as an instructor, I thought it would help to move the action along. However, if it's too much, I'll edit and hold back.
"Feint. Good start-"
-and swung his arm down in a half-circle at the elbow, knocking away the left straight Rafael aimed at his gut.
"-but aim for something more vital-"
The street kid seemed to have that idea anyway, whipping out his leg to sweep at Razkar's, knocking him down-
-only for the Myrian to swing his own leg out at slam his shin into the inside of Rafael's sweeping leg, blocking the blow, making him shake on his one solid foot-
-this easily catching the blow aimed at his throat, left hand shooting up and under it to grasp around the wrist, squeezing hard-
-pulling Rafael forward and to his left as he twisted to his right-
-jerking his left knee upward into the boy's stomach.
As Rafael fell forwards, Razkar smoothly slid to his side, letting go of his wrist and waiting patiently for the boy to recover himself and get back to his feet. His voice was smooth and clinical, as if he was dissecting a scholar's tome... which, to a Myrian, was an apt analogy.
"Good idea with the leg, but you need to have a decent bit of strength to pull that off..." Cold, black eyes flickered up and down the wiry frame before him. "... which you have yet to get. Elbows and knees are a better idea. They're harder and hurt more, for one thing, and there's less risk of them breaking when you land a blow."
The Myrian paced slowly, finding his center again as he waited for his student to right himself... then a low chuckle escaped his lips.
"You learn quickly, too. That last blow... my throat, correct? Remember to put your body into a throw like that, especially against someone taller. One solid block and your balance goes and...well, you see how it went."
When Rafael got back to his feet, he'd find the Myrian standing just as he had been before, not even breathing hard.
"Again. This time, keep your body loose but your center close. You invest too much in your blows and your balance goes to the hells. Be ready to snap your limbs back to yourself, so your enemy can't get a grip on you."
Razkar exhaled slowly and unfolded his arms, letting them hang by his sides... before bringing them up, hands half-formed into fists.
"When you're ready..."
OOCLet me know if I'm doing too much as far as depicting your actions goes. I have a bad habit of godmodding, but considering the vast lack of skill between us and Razkar's capacity as an instructor, I thought it would help to move the action along. However, if it's too much, I'll edit and hold back.
