by Darren on March 27th, 2011, 2:07 am
His father continuously fixing his positioning as he struck the rock back down and set it up for what felt to be a good 30 minutes. From what he gathered his stance was kept high to be able to quickly move out of the way. His arm was the only part that committed to the attack while the rest of his body was ready to flee/defend during the whole movement. When he started out he was able to send it back a few feet back, his muscles tensing and straining after the continous effort, tck this thing has to be at least 25 pounds, maybe even 30. he thought as he picked up the stone for the 50th so time. He took in deep breaths, trying his best to conserve his energy. It wasn't no race he had all the time in the world. "Alright switch hands" He took deep breaths as he worked, feeling the blood and oxygen going through his body. Slowly resonating, slowly grasping a bit of control of it. Is this flux? he thought as he was finally ordered to stop. "Alright make sure to keep the form in mind" Darren nodded father. "Right. Form is most important. It helps with my control" He repeated remembering the words his father bestowed upon him. He nodded "That's right! Now we can work on using the martial form to be able to apply power" He motioned them towards the medium sized rocks. "Alright when you want to have a power move thrown in the mix here's what you do." He did an amazingly quick step in from his position and brought his hands out, one palm over another. Darren watched as his hands brushed up against the rock in slow motion...-BAM!!! the contact caused the rock to shoot out. It suddenly going from a still rock to a flying projectile as it shot out and hit the wall. Darren's mouth gaped open as the rock collided with the mine wall, making a small indentation on the wall before bouncing back into the air. He looked back at his father grinning widely at his little performance. "Alright got the form down? Your turn!" Darren shook his head in disbelief as he took a stance next to his father, he looked at his father for instructions. "Alrighty like this! Step in and minimize all space as to nullify and or otherwise diminish their blows and getting your energies into your arms as you brush up on them slowly...and wham-o! big hit!" he grinned. |
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Darren on March 29th, 2011, 8:41 pm, edited 1 time in total.
The original PC of Miria and Bolivar
