Solo [Tuvya Sasaran] Battleborn

[Quzon]

Seventh Day of Winter, 517 A.V.

Quzon had pent up aggression he needed to deal with. It was normally the type of negative energy he would rid himself of through weightlifting, but that did nothing to sway him when he tried it. His blood boiled with a need for battle that caused him to seek out the Tuvya Sasaran. "Pit me against anyone who needs practice.” Quzon had practiced the statement in his head long before even making the journey towards the building of combat. His broken common still showing after all that time practicing the statement beforehand.

One of the junior instructors led the pale Myri marked half isur to one of the smaller side rooms where six other individuals practiced under the watchful eye of another junior instructor. The two junior instructors shared a conversation amongst each other as Quzon, who was clad in only a loincloth, stood watching the current spars going on.

Quzon was waved over by the lead instructor of the room to stand at a certain spot on the padded mat. He stood there for a moment before one of the student Akalaks training at a practice dummy moved to take the position across from him. From what Quzon could see, the Akalak could not have been more than twenty one years of age, but it was clear his newfound opponent had a frame built for combat.

It was sad to admit, but Quzon knew he had grown far too dependent on the use of Reimancy ever since he'd left Taloba. And as the Junior instructor gave them both the go ahead to start sparing, he watched as the young Akalak took a traditional upright pugilist stance, with a noticeable foot placement with intent to use kicks as well, with closed fists ready to strike out with hardened knuckles.

The stance Quzon took was far more Isurian in nature. He shifted his bare feet apart from each other until they were a shoulders width apart. He bend his knees as he went into a slight standing-crouch, only crouching enough so his forearms could rest against his thighs, and taking a well practiced wrestling stance. From the definition of the muscles of Quzon's thighs showed that he was ready to erupt into a forward charge at any moment.

"Careful, ArtimalI just needed a one time NPC to spar with... don't plan on ever using him again. Named him just to give his opponent a notable descriptor.. Looks like this one is set on forcing you to submit." The rooms Junior instructors said from where the Akalak stood watching over the whole room. When Artimal gave a side glance over towards the instructor, was when the pale Myrian erupted forward in a low sprint to close the three feet of distance between them.

It was critical for Quzon to maintain his low posture because had no interest in slugging it out for the day. Quzon ran right at Artimal to tackle him. Then dropped low enough to the ground to stand on it with one knee. The Myrian didn't tackle his upper body, but focused on his lower body by slamming his right shoulder against Artimal's lead right leg at the shin, positioning his head along the outside of the Akalak's calf.

It looked almost as if he were hugging Artimal's leg, but Quzon reached around to grip the base of his opponent's heel with his left hand. His right arm wrapped around his leg to press his forearm into the back bend of Artimal's knee, forcing his leg to bend as if he were about to crouch.

As Quzon positioned himself for a single leg sweep, Artimal threw a downward punch that hit him on the back of his shoulder. It hurt. There was no doubt about that, but he expected to get hit from the moment the spar started, so he just had to grin and bare the pain.

Quzon then yanked at Artimal's leg to one side with all the force he could muster, pulling the young Akalak's foot and leg up off the ground as he twisted at the hip to guide Artimal's body down towards the ground.

[Quzon]

As Artimal was in the midst of falling, Quzon was already pushing off where his knee was on the ground to guide his shoulder upwards until it was pressing against his opponents hip. "Looks like you're playing his game now, Artimal. Fight back up to your feet." The Instructor said with an amused tone to his voice. The pressure to get back up to his feet led Artimal to fight from his back, swinging a sharp hooking elbow hard against the side of Quzon's head. It was the type of blow that left his ear ringing from the shock of it. But, luckily enough, Quzon had nothing he needed to listen to at that exact moment. And the pain only spurred him to fight harder.

Quzon let go of Artimal's legs to start crawling up the young Akalak's body like a ladder. He reached up to grip harshly at the Akalak's neck, not to choke him, but to distract Artimal. The young Akalak quickly gripped Quzon by the wrist to rip the hand away from his throat, but it was too late. He now found himself under a heavy half-isur who was now in his Half-Guard. This was where Quzon now started to act like a pile of bricks whos goal was to just trying to smoother the energy out of the person under him. Any energy spent on trying to get out was wasted on not fighting.

Artimal's head was right against the back of Quzon's left elbow. Even the Junior Instroctor watching could tell was was about to come next. The loincloth clad Myrian lifted his left elbow, then brought it straight down to bash against his sparing partners forehead. "Fight back, Artimal. Don't make me have to stand you up." The Instructor said, but it was the trickle of blood that now ran down the young Akalak's nose from the cut on his forehead that cause the young fighter to buck like a wild horse.

Quzon lifted his arm again in attempt to preform another elbow shot, but Art now used his right hand to defend his face. Quzon's elbow slamming down to bash against the young man's arm. Even if it was a block, Quzon wanted Art's arm to hurt to remove that weapon from this opponents arsenal. His elbow lifting to jab it down like a sharp spear. That went on for a solid chime before the Instructor called for them to stop. Quzon was not some wild beast who ignored orders. So when the call was made, he ended his barrage of elbows down against that arm. He stood up to his feet to go stand where the instructor first told him to.

Quzon had nothing to say, he was just their to fight, and stood watching as the Instructor guided the other student who's head was bleeding. "What went wrong?" The older Akalak questioned with a smirk. "I expected a fist fight, not a wrestling match." The Instructor lightheartedly laughed in the students face at that response. "And who's fault is that? Stand at the ready and fight again. Lets see if you can do better this time."

The room instructor then looked to Quzon. "You were stuck in his half-guard, next time pull your foot from between his legs and get to side control. Both of you can do better."

[Quzon]

"Begin."

It was a word that cause both Quzon and Artimal to take up their respective types of fighting stances. Quzon getting back into his squared up wrestling stance, as he watched Artimal take up his much more traditional upright boxing stance. And in a charge just like before, Quzon sprinted right at his opponent. But this time he did not drop down low, no. This time he threw a straight punch aimed at the back of the forearm that Art used to defend all those elbows. He knew it was the arm that had taken the most damage, so kept on attacking it. A second, a third, a forth.

Artimal was using his arms to block like any fighter wood, but wutg each of the punch he quickly found out that the attacks were not aimed for his face. After the forth punch, Art knew the half-isur was intent on berating his forearm bones with the constant force of his knuckles. Artimal responded to the assault by lashing out with his back leg in a low roundhouse kick which smashed right into the side of Quzon's upper thigh. It was quickly followed by straight right punch aimed at Quzon's chin.

Quzon protected his face by flexing his right bicep, then crossing that arm in front of his face. He blocking the punch as Artimal's fist bashed against his flexed and bent arm. With his arm raised up to block his face, that left the entire upper right side of his body was defenseless. Artimal responded by quickly retracting the hand he just attacked with to drive his knuckles up in a solid body uppercut against Quzon's undefended rib cage.

"Gahh!" The sound of pain spilled out past his lips due to the shock. Artimal was proving to grow confident in their attacks with each successful attack, so lashed out with a jab to aimed at hitting Quzon in the face. The Myrian watched as the fist flew at his face, responding to it by swinging one of his hands upwards in an arc to slam his palm up against the bottom of Artimal's elbow to force the punch away from his face.

It was both a block and an attack as Quzon struck at his opponents elbow with a palm strike, then glided his hand along the bottom of Artimal's arm until Quzon held him in an underhook, his other arm quickly underhooked the younger mans other arm, which looked as if the Pale Myrian was giving Artimal a bear hug. With both of his hand wrapped around Artimal, Quzon used his left hand to grip his own right wrist to lock in the hold.

With both of his hands tied up, Quzon used the other weapons at his disposal. He leaned his head back, then guided his forehead forward to headbutt Artimal on the bridge of the nose. It was an attack he mainly used as a diversion. As they were both reeling from crashing their heads together, Quzon was already dipping himself into a squat.

He lowered his attack level until he was holding the bear hug down around Artimal's waists. Quzon flexed both of his biceps to form a vice grip with his arms around Artimal's hips, then gritted his teeth as he pressed his bare heels into the padded ground. In the motion of a squat, he forced himself to stand upright. The junior instructor who was watching took a step back to watch what was about to happen with a smile of amusement. Quzon always did squats with heavy chains around his neck, mainly to prepare for moments just like this.

The Myrian lifted the young Akalak off of his feet and up into the air. Art quickly started punching down at the back of the Mixed Blood's head in slight panic. Quzon could feel the welts quickly raising on the back of his head... one managed to cause his vision to go black for a moment as it stunned him.

Quzon shoved his shoulder up into his opponents gut before taking a step forward. He couldn't really see, but he knew he had to do something to stop the punches. He both swung and shoved all of Artimal's bodyweight backwards to use that momentum for an offensive takedown.

It resulted in him slamming the younger warrior down hard onto the padded mat, spine first. In an ironic turn of events, the back of Arts head slammed against the ground stunning him in the same way as Quzon.

The instructor chuckled as Q laid groggy atop Art, while the you Akalak groaned in pain. They both needed a moment to collect themselves as the Instructor clapped his hands. "Separate and catch your breath."