Post by Nam Reikonaga on Dec 18, 2012 10:12:31 GMT -5
Nam’s position had freed his right arm while his left bruised Maruca’s visage. Because of this, when she turned for the back-hand clothesline-like attack, which he did not recognize by name, he only needed to lift his right arm up high and collide with the woman’s swinging arm. With one simple move, Maruca now had her back to Nam, defenseless. He smirked as his block soon became a grip and he grappled her arm tightly with his defending hand.
It had been so long since Nam had assumed this fighting style. Previous encounters had made him sway from the techniques and focus on a more street-brawl type; thus, trying to remember all these learnt movements was like trying to recall those tender and nostalgic moments when he was still wet-behind-the-ears. Unfortunately, he had reached an impasse. He couldn’t remember what to do in this point of the battle, or maybe he just didn’t want to pursue his only options. Nam could proceed onto ramming his fist into her open backside or he could grab her right arm with his other hand and lure her to a lock with both hands –but that was pretty much a fight finisher.
Doing that would make them both bend over as she would grovel over her arm which was now in his control, resting over his bent laps as his two hands slowly push and apply pressure and threaten to break the bones that move her limb. He wrenched the idea away, and instead, he improvised.
Nam moved his body under her arm, now standing at the inside of her personal space with his left arm out in front of her; they resembled some kind of folkloric dance, which frankly Nam couldn’t know less about. It was called the Chacha, or the Flamenco… or Bachata? He had no idea, but it looked like they were dancing if it weren’t for the subtle positions of his limbs which distinguished it as a fight. Up to now he was only improvising and so he continued to improvise with every step he took. This was instinctual to him and didn’t hold any reasoning or forethought.
His right leg was leading for support and his left behind her legs as he simultaneously pushed her against the neck with his left arm and the back of her feet with his left leg. Doing this would trip Maruca as he pulled her other arm with his right hand, using his tremendous and unnatural strength. In the end, if this was successful, Maruca would have rotated around the back of Nam’s body against her will and catapulted forward and into the air like an oversized Frisbee.
It had been so long since Nam had assumed this fighting style. Previous encounters had made him sway from the techniques and focus on a more street-brawl type; thus, trying to remember all these learnt movements was like trying to recall those tender and nostalgic moments when he was still wet-behind-the-ears. Unfortunately, he had reached an impasse. He couldn’t remember what to do in this point of the battle, or maybe he just didn’t want to pursue his only options. Nam could proceed onto ramming his fist into her open backside or he could grab her right arm with his other hand and lure her to a lock with both hands –but that was pretty much a fight finisher.
Doing that would make them both bend over as she would grovel over her arm which was now in his control, resting over his bent laps as his two hands slowly push and apply pressure and threaten to break the bones that move her limb. He wrenched the idea away, and instead, he improvised.
Nam moved his body under her arm, now standing at the inside of her personal space with his left arm out in front of her; they resembled some kind of folkloric dance, which frankly Nam couldn’t know less about. It was called the Chacha, or the Flamenco… or Bachata? He had no idea, but it looked like they were dancing if it weren’t for the subtle positions of his limbs which distinguished it as a fight. Up to now he was only improvising and so he continued to improvise with every step he took. This was instinctual to him and didn’t hold any reasoning or forethought.
His right leg was leading for support and his left behind her legs as he simultaneously pushed her against the neck with his left arm and the back of her feet with his left leg. Doing this would trip Maruca as he pulled her other arm with his right hand, using his tremendous and unnatural strength. In the end, if this was successful, Maruca would have rotated around the back of Nam’s body against her will and catapulted forward and into the air like an oversized Frisbee.
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