Fists of Fury (Miro)

by **Aello** on August 4th, 2012, 2:32 pm

Summer 7, 512 AV

Aello took a deep breath in through the nose, and out through her mouth before she raised her hands high over her head, and then bent at the waist. Her fingers flexed as they extended towards her toes, brushing them for an instant before she straightened herself out. Muddied colored eyes skipping over her surroundings as bare feet sank into the hardened earth. Her toes wiggled as stray fronds of green grass tickled them, sending a soft smile to her lips. The colored vapors which rose from their ends dancing about her ankles as she took a step forward with her right foot. She leaned into it a little, as she bent her leg at the knee. Her toes drawing across the terrain, kicking up small clods of dirt from the clearing as she took another deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth. After the expulsion, her weight shifted. She divided more of it evenly over her two feet. The left foot, which had been placed in the right's wake, no more than a foot and a half behind. She stood then, glancing at Miro as she rocked from foot to foot, just to be sure her blood remained flowing as she waited.

With arms down at her sides, Aello seemed unimposing. Supposing she had a say in the matter, and could change it, she balled her hands into tight fists. They hung limply for a moment, before she raised them. Arms bent at the elbows, cocked, as she lifted them before her. Each twisted across her chest in defensive stance. A weak shield which she knew only too well that Miro could penetrate, if only he concentrated. If only he really tried. Disheartened, she allowed her right hand to snap forward, performing a simple jab. As soon as it had been extended as far as her reach would allow, she pulled it back before repeating the movement with her remaining arm. It was then that she could feel her blood coursing through her. Heat rising as her heart began to pick up the pace. She rolled her head around her shoulders, continuing to loosen her body up. After a few ticks, it was back in place, and her eyes were fixated on ice. She felt as ready as she could ever be, and decided not to delay any longer.

"Are you ready Miro?" Aello called. "Can you feel your blood running through your veins? Are you ready to try and beat me in a battle of bare bodies? A battle that consists of only fists, brawn and simple strategy?"