Ximal was like living lightening with his attacks. He has easily avoided Sayren’s head butt as though it was nothing. Once she hit ground once more, he followed up with a strong backhand to her back to upset her balance which made her fall once more to the ground and rendered completely defenseless. Ximal’s voice was hard and like a crack of thunder as he told Sayren the flaws of her stance. But before she could even reply, his moved into her once more, this time leading with his elbow to deliver what appeared to be a killing blow. Savio gasped and was about to step forward to attempt to stop the man, in case he had lost himself in the heat of the moment but Ximal’s hand had stopped itself right above her exposed neck. He had been in control the whole time, thank the gods.
The fear on Sayren’s face was as clear as day. She must have seen her life flash before her eyes in that instant. But she was alive, and Savio could see the wetness that formed in her eyes, and even caught a glimpse of a tear rolling down her cheek. Despite the fact that they were competing, he wanted to go to her make sure she was okay. But Sayren was a proud girl and his aid would have just hurt her even more. So he remained in place and didn’t acknowledge here moment of weakness as she stood up once more and moved over to stand next to him at Ximal’s command.
It was Savio’s turn and he needed to be better. He was also curious if his ideas would actually work. Savio stepped past Sayren and towards Ximal. He knew his biggest flaw the last time he went against Ximal was his hesitation. That would not be the case this time. He easily got into his stance; his arms and body loose from both his training with Ximal and practice in acrobatics. But he adjusted the stance Ximal had taught them. He crouched lower, bringing his center of balance lower as well. This way, power could easily build in his thighs and legs for fast movements or higher jumps. His upper body was also lowered down.
He stepped forward in one smooth motion and into Ximal’s space. He launched a punch towards Ximal’s lower abdomen, moving his shoulder in with the punch like Ximal had taught him with a speed that he had practiced many times in the last few days. Granted, he was no were near as fast. If the attack hit, which he doubted, he planned on stepping to the right and sending another punch to Ximal’s unprotected ribs. If his first punch didn’t strike, and was either dodged or blocked, Savio was going to roll out of immediate strike range, resume his stance and then step forward, aiming a kick towards the Master’s knee in an attempt to hobble the Master.
