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hadriel_logs2016-04-10 06:45 am
amos_moses) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-04-10 06:45 am
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[Open] Friendly Fights
Who: Amos Kamiya, Maketh Tua, and YOU
What: Amos offers to spar with Maketh. But maybe YOU catch him warming up and want a turn too? All in good fun, of course!
Where: The park
When: April 9th
Warnings: Mild violence? Swearing? Sparring.
Amos was waiting for Maketh to show up: she'd agreed to spar with him after he'd seen her practising with her sword. Amos sucked at swords, but he did need a sparring partner, because forms on his own were good for perfection but also somewhat boring. And he wanted to have a little fun. Plus it was a good way of building trust and teamwork...and he liked Maketh and wanted to be friends with her.
He was alone in the clearing in the park for now, moving through a long slow series of stretches to limber up. His baggy shirt and coat were laid aside for now, a thin white tanktop over his baggy jeans revealing that underneath the concealing clothes, Amos' compact frame was lean with muscle, like a gymnast or dancer's build. He moved with much the same unconscious grace as he stretched.
Hands up over his head, reaching until he stood on tiptoe in his boots: then he bent forward to touch his toes...and effortlessly slid the few inches further to place his hands flat on the stone between his feet, making a pleased hum at the pull in his lower back and thighs. A good stretch always felt so nice. He stood up again, arms overheard, then eeled over backwards until his palms hit stone again. He puffed a strand of hair out of his face, arched his back into an even sharper arch than the back end demanded. With a light kick, he pushed into a handstand, held it long enough to stretch his legs oht, toes pointed, before easing his feet back down to the ground and standing upright again.
Grinning, he rolled his shoulders, shook out his hands, and slid into a set of kata, the martial arts moves clean and precise and measured. The style was fluid and the basic moves came easily to him: he'd been a student in Aikido since he'd been small. He was no master but he was certainly proficient. He worked bare-handed for now; later he'd work with a knife or his needle-like shobo, as he doubted he and Maketh would use weapons for this first session. Best to get used to one another before accidental stabbings happened, after all.
What: Amos offers to spar with Maketh. But maybe YOU catch him warming up and want a turn too? All in good fun, of course!
Where: The park
When: April 9th
Warnings: Mild violence? Swearing? Sparring.
Amos was waiting for Maketh to show up: she'd agreed to spar with him after he'd seen her practising with her sword. Amos sucked at swords, but he did need a sparring partner, because forms on his own were good for perfection but also somewhat boring. And he wanted to have a little fun. Plus it was a good way of building trust and teamwork...and he liked Maketh and wanted to be friends with her.
He was alone in the clearing in the park for now, moving through a long slow series of stretches to limber up. His baggy shirt and coat were laid aside for now, a thin white tanktop over his baggy jeans revealing that underneath the concealing clothes, Amos' compact frame was lean with muscle, like a gymnast or dancer's build. He moved with much the same unconscious grace as he stretched.
Hands up over his head, reaching until he stood on tiptoe in his boots: then he bent forward to touch his toes...and effortlessly slid the few inches further to place his hands flat on the stone between his feet, making a pleased hum at the pull in his lower back and thighs. A good stretch always felt so nice. He stood up again, arms overheard, then eeled over backwards until his palms hit stone again. He puffed a strand of hair out of his face, arched his back into an even sharper arch than the back end demanded. With a light kick, he pushed into a handstand, held it long enough to stretch his legs oht, toes pointed, before easing his feet back down to the ground and standing upright again.
Grinning, he rolled his shoulders, shook out his hands, and slid into a set of kata, the martial arts moves clean and precise and measured. The style was fluid and the basic moves came easily to him: he'd been a student in Aikido since he'd been small. He was no master but he was certainly proficient. He worked bare-handed for now; later he'd work with a knife or his needle-like shobo, as he doubted he and Maketh would use weapons for this first session. Best to get used to one another before accidental stabbings happened, after all.