Misunderstood Roommates. (Ximal)

[Balcex Joltspear]

...'Know your enemy and now yourself and you will always win. know yourself but not your enemy and you may sometimes win. But if you neither know your enemy and more importantly know yourself, you will never win.'...

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Balcex's blade swing missed, but that was hardly the larger problem for one he aimed for a stab but that seemed a mistake for as he did so, he realized his folly. Balcex needed no quick wit to see what was going to happen and quickly placed a hand out to stop the knee. Despite this Balcex felt his hand lift and smack him in the face, although the force was dulled, Balcex could feel the punishment of the blow well and truly on his hand, he knew the assualt wasn't over yet. Immediately as the knee planted itself on the ground, Xi felt the pressure of arm to his throat, lifting him only slightly higher than before. The sudden pain to his head was evident as lack of oxygen hit him hard.

Balcex was not without his own defence though, as he lifted the blade in his hand within just enough time to parry the stricke to his sternum, turning the gauntleted fist away from his body. He landed on his feet and instead of falling back as usual, stepped in and raised the blade with a flick of his wrist, hoping that with the man's form so unbalanced he might get the heavy strike to the ribs in for a decent enough amount of damage. He used the strike by propelling himself around the man with his left foot front and right foot back and aimed a hilt smack at the head of his opponent. If that didn't work he'd swing his whole body his left arm extended, curling the back of the blade around Xi's body and pulling back, hoping to trip the large mass with his own body.

Balcex was prepared for anything now, and the words spouted from the man's mouth had only seemed to anger the lithe man. Gone from his face was that perpetual smile replaced by a drawn face, seeming to calculate every conceiveable option within the spectrum that was a battle. Every move had gone from non-chalant fluidity to the graceful act of vicious battle. Balcex's fear had been slammed shut and now was attempting things he had only experimented with the possibilities of. Balcex felt his mouth taste bitter with a shard of resentment, the giant had said words that resembled his father way more closely than he liked especially when the man was so offputting to begin with.

[Ximal]

The blows had struck home.Well all but one had hit, even if one was only glancing. A series of strikes designed to put himself in a position to end this. Just stay down then i don't have to hurt you. Xi could feel his engine revving, finally reaching it's "flash point" Xi rolled his neck as he watched bal try a strike to his chest. That would have worked, if Xi was not warmed up. Xi lifted his hand's angle to balance himself, using the strike of the blow to help him regain his feet. Punching the blade of the sword with the steel coated fist he relied on so much. Standing back under stable footing Xi turned his attention towards to ba;s rear mounted attack rolling his body lightly and using his knowledge of how bal's arms were positioned to duck the blow to the head and try a counter to bal's midsection via the impact of an elbow. Whether it failed or not this was also going to help in his regaining of balance. Xi kept focus on bla watching his body roll around and try to lower his blade to trip Xi but by now his footing was stable and his leg coated in form steel. Xi simply brought his foot to the side and took the impact of the blow with a very firm footing. Xi drank down a deep breath and begun a string of possibilities in his head. There is a lot of openings in his form now, but which are the real opening sand which are the fake ? I'll throw caution to the wind then and watch to see if he can decipher my move...After all...The blood is moving, and i'm feeling ready. Xi turned his body on his foot which had taken the blow looking at the re affirmed distance between them and with a single motion of punch XI closed it his blow aimed high , the sword arms shoulder. This however was a simple diversion all speed and no force, having said that, the blow was now lightning quick as opposed to Xi's original speed. Xi was beginning to feel his rhythm falling into stride, changing the tempo of the fight to suit his own movements. The diversionary blow with his right presented an opportunity with his left, another diversion but still linked in for the full power attack. The left handed strike aimed at bal's kidney again, this time he knew it wouldn't work but he was expecting that, no this was there to help him add the turning force to his true intent. Let's see if you can dodge something that's point petching blank, shall we? Xi brought his right arm in a harsh blow of the turning of his shoulders following through driving his fist towards bal's diaphragm. This was the key point as Xi now ran through the words mentally. If this hit then Xi would use them to focus the power, if it hit then Xi would complete the technique. The brilliance that pierces the darkness...Lightning Yellow! Xi would follow through from point blank using the twisting torsion of his body to keep his momentum and allow the force contained in his bicep to punch through and deliver a harsh blow to bal's stomach more than likely imparting enough force to send the little bastard flying. Looks like i'll have to use one of my special techniques upon this man...He's earned it...Allowing me long enough to warm up.