Son of a gun had some tricks, the bastard caught his foot and threw him. THREW HIM...Xi caught himself on his hands before rolling into standing position. That was a little too close. He had strength and endurance, perhaps this wouldn't be a total white wash after all. Then he heard the stomp. so he was going to stamp him...Well seeing as the stomp had just left his opponent off balance Xi spun on his heel and tried to cut out his legs with his left leg low to the floor spinning on his right, then follow it up with a strong right straight to his stomach. The one two combination if connecting would dent him flying backwards. Technique and power...However if that kick missed, Xi would change the follow up attack into a strong right uppercut, right onto that stone jaw, launched with an explosive lift off push from his bent right leg. Then he would follow that up with a huge left elbow straight to his opponents chest, then snap the arm back out, connecting his lft hand with a knife edge chip over his opponents heart. Both of which combined would send him flying back too. If either of those two combinations connected. Xi would have the upper hand, as he was now beginning to feel more limber...This was exactly what he needed he'd begun to feel a little rusty over the last couple days. "Well your being so polite i though i might as well be too..." Your pathetic with the insults...You really need to let me out here. He's laughing like a mad man ad he hadn't landed a single blow yet. And what's he weigh ? A gold? A gold five silvers? You could throw him way away! And next time make sure you have GOOD footing before you attempt a kick like that you dolt!" |