
40th of Summer, 514.
There was something different about the Fighters Pits that day. He couldn't really put his finger on it but there was definitely something going on. Then, suddenly, he knew. Fist, the Pycon that he'd only ever see either training Pycons or sitting on the edge of the courtyard watching everyone with an expression that would be indecipherable to even the master decrypter, was fighting someone. Actually fighting someone - and it was a human and that. The squirrel knew that there were such times that commoners and travelers from other cities would arrive and begin trying to prove that they were the best, one way or another - mostly through fighting. This was the first time he'd ever actually seen one of the travelers fighting someone in the Pits. And it was the first time he'd seen Fist getting involved as well. She was really giving it all she had as well - he wasn't the only one apparently surprised with the moves that she was pulling, because there were a fair few people in the Pits that had stopped in favour of watching the duo go at it.
The man was quite fast, but nowhere near the speed of Fist. As usual, the man could only resort to stomping at the ground in the hopes of catching out the Pyken instructor, but she seemed to weave between the heavy footfalls effortlessly. They can't have been going at it for that long but the man looked like he was already running out of breath, as well as patience. His face was red for more than one reason. But when Fist easily side-stepped a stomp into the ground, and then hopped behind the foot in question and clenched the fingers pf her head into a tight fist, the squirrel knew that she was about to do something serious. And she did - her legs flexed and she leaped up into the air, with a solid punch flying straight for the back of his knee. The effect was immediate - the man cried out in pain as his leg automatically folded and he was sent tumbling to the ground with his one good foot unable to stand the rest of his body weight focused upon it so suddenly.
As he fell, Fist was already on the move.. hopping back a few steps from where he would fall, and then hopping straight up into the air. She didn't even wait for him to hit the ground - in mid-air, before he slammed back into the dust, her body lined up with his throat and the fingers of her head clenched down around it tightly, most likely by pushing all of her clay into the fingers and increasing their density. The sudden impact of the ground only tightened the grasp, and the man was begging for mercy and slapping his palm down against the dusty floor of the Pits over and over until the grip around his throat and his face was allowed to return to its normal pink colouration, instead of the purple it'd been turning mere ticks before. It was less of a surprise to the squirrel as it was to others - he'd been in near enough the same situation after all. Trying and failing, over and over.. and she'd only been teaching him how to use the same technique.
Hopefully, one day, he'd be the one stood at the edges of the arena, waiting for others to come and challenge him so that he could beat them into the dirt before they had a chance to fight back.
For now, there was Fist. And surprisingly, as she hopped down from the.. downed body, the first thing she did was nod to him. After all - by that point, they'd come to spend enough time with each-other to understand what they were looking for. One was looking for a profit and the opportunity to teach, the other was looking for an opportunity to be taught. Their relationship was pretty simple. "You're here for some more training, aren't you." Of course he nodded - and Fist held up a hand for a moment, before turning back to the person. "What's your name." Apparently she must have hit him harder than either of them thought before, because he was struggling to make coherent words. All he could do was grunt.. and also unfortunately, Fist wasn't the kind of person that took jokes. "Ugh, you'll be my assistant for this. I need a human body to show Arch a few things." Now this was definitely a part that the squirrel couldn't, and probably wouldn't understand. Why would they need a human body?
There was something different about the Fighters Pits that day. He couldn't really put his finger on it but there was definitely something going on. Then, suddenly, he knew. Fist, the Pycon that he'd only ever see either training Pycons or sitting on the edge of the courtyard watching everyone with an expression that would be indecipherable to even the master decrypter, was fighting someone. Actually fighting someone - and it was a human and that. The squirrel knew that there were such times that commoners and travelers from other cities would arrive and begin trying to prove that they were the best, one way or another - mostly through fighting. This was the first time he'd ever actually seen one of the travelers fighting someone in the Pits. And it was the first time he'd seen Fist getting involved as well. She was really giving it all she had as well - he wasn't the only one apparently surprised with the moves that she was pulling, because there were a fair few people in the Pits that had stopped in favour of watching the duo go at it.
The man was quite fast, but nowhere near the speed of Fist. As usual, the man could only resort to stomping at the ground in the hopes of catching out the Pyken instructor, but she seemed to weave between the heavy footfalls effortlessly. They can't have been going at it for that long but the man looked like he was already running out of breath, as well as patience. His face was red for more than one reason. But when Fist easily side-stepped a stomp into the ground, and then hopped behind the foot in question and clenched the fingers pf her head into a tight fist, the squirrel knew that she was about to do something serious. And she did - her legs flexed and she leaped up into the air, with a solid punch flying straight for the back of his knee. The effect was immediate - the man cried out in pain as his leg automatically folded and he was sent tumbling to the ground with his one good foot unable to stand the rest of his body weight focused upon it so suddenly.
As he fell, Fist was already on the move.. hopping back a few steps from where he would fall, and then hopping straight up into the air. She didn't even wait for him to hit the ground - in mid-air, before he slammed back into the dust, her body lined up with his throat and the fingers of her head clenched down around it tightly, most likely by pushing all of her clay into the fingers and increasing their density. The sudden impact of the ground only tightened the grasp, and the man was begging for mercy and slapping his palm down against the dusty floor of the Pits over and over until the grip around his throat and his face was allowed to return to its normal pink colouration, instead of the purple it'd been turning mere ticks before. It was less of a surprise to the squirrel as it was to others - he'd been in near enough the same situation after all. Trying and failing, over and over.. and she'd only been teaching him how to use the same technique.
Hopefully, one day, he'd be the one stood at the edges of the arena, waiting for others to come and challenge him so that he could beat them into the dirt before they had a chance to fight back.
For now, there was Fist. And surprisingly, as she hopped down from the.. downed body, the first thing she did was nod to him. After all - by that point, they'd come to spend enough time with each-other to understand what they were looking for. One was looking for a profit and the opportunity to teach, the other was looking for an opportunity to be taught. Their relationship was pretty simple. "You're here for some more training, aren't you." Of course he nodded - and Fist held up a hand for a moment, before turning back to the person. "What's your name." Apparently she must have hit him harder than either of them thought before, because he was struggling to make coherent words. All he could do was grunt.. and also unfortunately, Fist wasn't the kind of person that took jokes. "Ugh, you'll be my assistant for this. I need a human body to show Arch a few things." Now this was definitely a part that the squirrel couldn't, and probably wouldn't understand. Why would they need a human body?