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Post by sake on Apr 19, 2017 7:26:25 GMT
He wasn't very happy at himself. He had done training, and training, and a scuffle here and there and then more training. But it wasn't enough. He was always repeating the same things over and over again. Even trying to mix things up wasn't yielding the results he had hoped for, and his attempts at joining a group in hopes of being sent out to settle things through battle had fallen flat. Not one word had been sent to him yet and he was now growing restless. It was getting to the point he was ready to attack a well known city just to draw in some potential fighters for a good fight. Anything to increase his skills and power.
But he had heard through some rumor of something from a village he passed not too long ago that someone was looking to train students. It was called the Crane School. Odd name but after asking about it, what he learned was that it was a style that focused on lethal attacks and power to finish one's opponent. Sounded like a good fit to add to his own style. If he had the patience for it. But so far, no one could tell him Who to look for. So he was heading in the only known direction to seek this master out himself. He refrained from flying since he could use the ground as a means to walk and run for basic stamina upkeep and training. Often picking up large stones to tie to his back for added weight. His last stop he had managed to procure a dogi with an odd symbol on it. Which he found out later was the crane school symbol. That would come in handy.
In his contemplation he was unaware of the world around him. Which was a dangerous thing to do. Anyone or anything could get the jump on him if he wasn't able to sense them or hear them.
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Post by Samba on Apr 21, 2017 17:05:47 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
An energy signature pinged in Samba's radar, his head instinctively turning towards it even though there was a wall in the way of his eyesight. "Someone's coming?" Could they be a possible student or someone on a pilgrimage? The Zoanthrope vibrated slightly in place at the prospect of finally teaching someone something about the Crane School! But he couldn't get careless right now, they needed to prove themselves to him that they had what it took to train under his wing, not even talking about if they had the necessary will of power to attempt the Tri-Beam.
Steeling himself he stepped out of the Crane School building, spotting a man of Saiyan descend approaching his location with a large assortment of rocks tied behind his back and an attire that strangely had the Crane School symbol printed upon its cloth. He couldn't help but raise his brow once he spotted it, wondering if there was someone out there selling ripped off knockoffs of the ones that he had here or if someone was coming inside and stealing them from the source.
Which, laughable; they'd be spotted and dealt with immediately if that was the case.
"Greetings, Saiyan," He spoke at lat, his tone was deep and booming a little so it could be heard easily even at that distance. His brow as still raised but now it was merely out of curiosity. "To what do I owe this visit? Are you a possible student or just a pilgrim?" He asked as his muscled arms crossed over his bare chest, the Zoan having forgone wearing one of the School's attires in favor of practicality.
The man looked sort of familiar, but he couldn't exactly place him in any sort of encounter thus far, he tilted his head slightly and scrutinized the man with a searching look but ultimately he couldn't really tell if he had ever seen him or not. He guessed it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things, so long as he wasn't here to cause trouble then most were welcome in these grounds.
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Post by sake on Apr 22, 2017 2:39:50 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
He had put on the dogi he had purchased. He didn't think to questions it's truth or not, since he had no need to think of it. His usual attire he had actually washed not long ago and was letting it dry. He stopped hearing someone call out, snapping him out of his wandering thoughts. He looked around, focusing himself again within seconds. He took notice of where he was now. Not too far off was what seemed to be a large complex, and a zoanthrope standing bare chested at it's door. Tilting his head he searched his memory...that one was familiar. Then he heard what he was seeking. Student. This was the place. Popping his neck he dropped the stones and rolled his shoulders to ease the soreness.
" I seek the Crane school. I hear it is a challenging style to learn. " He approached until he was near the front of the walkway. He wouldn't go any further though. Not yet. But now that he was closer up he got a better look at the zoanthrope and he grinned. " If your the Master of the Crane school, this will be interesting indeed. This is the second time our paths have crossed if memory serves. "
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Post by Samba on Apr 24, 2017 23:00:26 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The Zoanthrope's arms still remained crossed over his muscled chest as he rose a brow at the Saiyan before him. "It is. I'm not going to teach the school's techniques to just about anyone that just waltz in here and thinks that they got what it takes. They must first prove themselves to me that they got what it is necessary to learn them, otherwise, they can kindly turn around and leave the premises." He wasn't joking, he was very adamant with his belief that only those that could make an impact on him had what it took to learn the school's techniques, and even then he'd be very careful about teaching them the Ultimate technique of the Crane School: the Kikoho.
At the man's comment, both of his eyebrows shoot towards his hairline, a puzzled expression crossing his wolfish features. "I can sincerely say that I don't remember having met you before... wait..." A distant memory floated at the forefront of his mind, his eyes widening as he finally remembered. "Oh motherfucker, I remember you now; you were there with some other people when Pin was making his White List organization." His eyes narrowed as he remembers how Pin had demanded everyone to take him out of the picture, with a financial reward, of course, to get a spot in his organization.
Well... he guessed that taking it out on this Saiyan wouldn't give him any sort of satisfaction, even though back then he was incredibly weak and now he was really fucking strong. In the end, he shrugged his shoulders and decided to let the past be the past, for now at least. "In any case, yes, I'm the Master of the Crane School, name's Samba. But before you can even enter you must surpass a special test of mine." Turning around and walking back inside, it was a silent invitation for the Saiyan to follow him along.
Soon enough the two would be out back, in a grandiose backyard fitted for training outdoors. He kept walking until he stood a fair distance away from the Saiyan and fell into a battle stance. "The test is very simple, all you have to do is fight me and impress me enough to consider you one of my students. Just because you found a knockoff of my school's Gi doesn't mean I'll instantly train you."
He made a "bring it" motion with his hand, a grin stretching his features. "Bring it, Saiyan."
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Post by sake on Apr 25, 2017 8:48:25 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
He stood there listening, watching. His mind wandering memories and faces. He recalled certain faces and things depending on their importance. This one...this one he knew. And for a reason. The day he went and joined the White List. A waste of time at this point but he wasn't out anything other than time. This one....didn't make the cut. Had been chosen as the victim and that hadn't sat well with him. But that was then and this was now. And he could tell that this one had improved since their last encounter. Improved....where he himself had stalled. That was what burned him up inside the most. Training and training only to increase ever so little in ability. No real improvements made. But this one's words snapped him back and he chuckled shrugging. " I can understand that. Only the strong should be able to learn. But there are many forms of strength. Which one do you prefer to test I wonder? " He tilted his head to the right slightly. Seems he finally remembered as well.
" I was there, and joined. Though it seems to have been a waste of time. " He didn't know nor would he have cared if this one had wanted to try and take some revenge for that day. But it didn't come and it didn't cross his mind. Samba. Finally he got a name to call the wolf zoanthrope. Test? Of course there would be a test. Everything in fighting came with a test of some sort. But if it was the right kind, those could be fun. So with the silent invitation given, he turned and grabbed his armor and went up the steps and into the building. Passing through, following the master of this dojo.
On the other side, in a grand back setting was where this test would take place. He dropped his armor and grinned. A fighting test. Good, he could use the practice. But the words about the Dogi he had bought made him curious. Knockoff? He had heard that term somewhere but it seemed that it was an insult or something to Samba. So he removed the shirt and dropped it on top of the armor as well. " Don't know what that means, but it cost me most of what I had. Finding this place by using the local trash is costly. " He took his own stance with a sudden cold but very eager grin on both lips and in his eyes. A deep breath in and slow release. " In any case, the name is Sake. Like that japanese drink i'm told. "
' Bring it Saiyan. ' Those words were all he needed. He didn't mind starting off. He stepped forward once, and then he went into motion, rushing in to close the distance. But he wasn't reckless, he knew how to fight and what he needed to do. But he wasn't going to hold back, he had no reason to hold back. He waited until he was within a few steps before he suddenly ducked and his left leg snapped out for a low sweeping kick. If this caught, or was avoided, one of two follow ups would occur. If it hit it's mark, he would be able to roll through and come in with a hard elbow to the neck or chest. If avoided, well that could set up for many things. But this time he'd recover and go for a spearing maneuver, unless he had to go on the defensive that is.
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Post by Samba on Apr 30, 2017 15:49:09 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
"The strength that suits my student's preference," Samba replied immediately to the Saiyan's question, his face a picture of utmost seriousness. "Like you said, there are many forms of strength and not all of them can suit a single person. Some of them are strong mentally, others are strong in body and last but not least there's the strong spiritual sort among many other possible shows of power. I'll work with what I'll get and make sure they become stronger in their respective departments."
His comment caught his attention though he didn't let anything show on his face. So the White List had been a complete bust? Or at least it seemed that it hasn't helped the Saiyan in any way to achieve what he was desiring. The Zoanthrope had certainly been grateful for the White List's endeavors in bringing down the crazy Saiyan bitch named Arias, it had cost quite a penny but it was worth it in the end.
He watched impassively as the Saiyan dropped the shirt with the Crane School logo alongside his armor as well. An eyebrow rose, while it was commendable that he was confident enough to drop one of his way of mitigating the damage it might cost him dearly in another situation. 'Eh, I shouldn't be too hard on him, after all this isn't a death battle.' He'd try to pull back most of the strength behind his blows because otherwise he could accidentally kill and or cripple the Saiyan warrior if he didn't watch it.
He remained stationary and waited for Sake to pull the first move, and he wasn't disappointed as the male rushed forward like a bull seeing red. His eyes narrowed slightly as he wondered if this Saiyan would be as reckless as most of his species were commonly know to be, but Sake seemed to have a little bit of self-preservation and a brain in his head as he quickly ducked and went for a leg sweep!
Wanting to see how it would play out, the large muscular Zoanthrope let the floor be swept from under his mighty legs, but instead of crashing to the ground with a mighty thump his hands touched the floor, Samba now doing a handstand showing no strain at all to keep himself in that position. Quickly to put Sake on the defensive, his legs were brought down in an intricate dance between his hands with the aim of striking any part of Sake's body they could reach but their purpose was more to push the Saiyan back.
Thank fuck he was limber and made sure to keep his body flexible and in tip top shape otherwise, this maneuver might have broken his spine or something.
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Post by sake on May 3, 2017 4:41:56 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
He heard what was said in response to his comment on strength. So this one seemed like a worthy teacher indeed. But it was yet to be seen if Samba would take him on as a student. Hell even he didn't rightly know what his own strength was. He was trained to a certain degree, self trained, strong in power and the desire to fight and fight and fight. He didn't give up unless he couldn't get up. But he wasn't stupid either, he knew when to fight and when to back down. But he was a saiyan...he needed battle, craved it. But enough about that....Samba had done something odd that caught his attention. He allowed the strike to connect, only to alter it.
He watched as Samba went into a handstand, without effort. He rolled with the momentum, coming around in time to see the odd dance like motion of bringing his legs down, and feet out in order to strike at him. That wasn't what he expected at all out of this. With a few precious seconds he reacted. He didn't back off, but instead he jumped. Just enough to avoid the strike, and on his way down, he'd twist his body into a forward spin to bring a leg over into an ax kick aimed for anything that could get hit. For someone so large, the wolf was agile and flexible as hell. So he knew this wasn't going to be easy, and he also knew now, that he had to expect the unexpected from this one.
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Post by Samba on May 8, 2017 21:58:05 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
In retaliation, the Zoan's leg kicked up and collided with Sake's ax kick, his leg buckling slightly at the pressure and the odd angle that he had to make to block that attack from striking his body. In that short stalemate, the Zoanthrope coiled his leg back slightly before pushing it forward against Sake's ax kick with the aim to push him back and away. Should it work or not he'd try and get as much distance as possible from the Saiyan warrior, his arms coiling down before he sprung up and away, rolling into a ball in the air before righting himself up and landing on his feet.
He stared down at the Saiyan with an impassive stare, though if one looked at his eyes they'd be able to see he was a little impressed with the man for being able to keep him on his toes and come back with a counter that fast. He smirked as he lifted a hand, his index finger pointing at the man. "This is one of the techniques that you'd be able to learn if you passed this test. Let's see how you do to counter it."
A thin spark of yellow energy began to gather at the tip of his index finger, slowly becoming brighter and brighter until it almost hurt to look at it. "Dodon Ray!" With that cry, a thin superheated beam of energy shoot from his fingertip and sailed straight for Sake at speed.
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Post by sake on May 11, 2017 2:12:49 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
He grit his teeth but did give a grin despite the outcome. The kick had been met, blocked and then in what he thought was giving way was a move to counter. He was pushed back, and he threw his upper body back hard to follow the motion. As the forced back-flip finished he landed on his feet, though he was on one knee for support. His eyes locked onto the crane school master with some degree of impressed and annoyance. A power kick like that was hard to stop, much less in the position that had been. He rose as he watched the fighter get back to his feet as well, and the urge to simply blast the fighter was so strong. But he didn't want to resort to that...not yet. There wasn't much cause to passing a test if you resorted to energy combat straight out. But he saw the hand come up, a finger pointed at him. Then words followed.
The crane master talked about one of the school's moves. A demonstration against him, and he knew it was a ki attack within seconds. ' This is one of the techniques that you'd be able to learn if you passed this test. Let's see how you do to counter it. ' These words was an invitation indeed. He stood and took a defensive stance this time. His mind running in overdrive. Since this was a ki attack, it was the signal to step things up. But first, he had to deal with the attack. He didn't know what kind it was, or if he could match it. Since it was formed at the tip of a finger, it was small and small meant fast usually. Then the attack was named as ' Dodon Ray ' and fired. A thin beam, fast and right at him. But he saw the best way to deal with it right then. He gave a slight surge of energy and twisted his body to the left, the beam grazing his right bicep. Damn that stung and was hot! His left hand came up and he fired a basic oversized ki blast in return at Samba.
------ OOC: No problems man. life can get hectic like that.
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Post by Samba on May 11, 2017 18:40:54 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
His extended hand simply opened, like a blooming flower; his furry palm facing the oversized energy blast that Sake flung at him, once it connected he gritted his teeth at the heat that it gave off, but with a quick and forceful clench of his mighty fist he snuffed out that energy sphere like someone would do with a simple candle.
He waved his hand a little to get rid of the annoying stinging pain, his enhanced sense of smell being punched with the stench of slightly singed fur but he pushed through it with a smirk aimed at his would-be student. "That must sting, doesn't it?" He drawled as he rolled his shoulders, feeling like the warm-up, or what he considered as a warm-up was well and truly over.
"That's not even the strongest version of the Dodon Ray that I've developed, that was merely the first foundation; what you'd first learn before you go on your own to make it better, faster and stronger. While most people would tell you to copy the Master, I think that as you broad and see what works for you is much better. If you have a style already set in for you, why change it for something else?"
Stretching a little bit, his hands extended up towards the skies, the Zoanthrope leveled a look towards the Saiyan warrior. "That said, why don't you try and see if you can copy that technique; the Dodon Ray? It shouldn't be too hard, all you've gotta do is collect energy at the tip of your index finger in the shape of a small beam, barely a particle of light if you can but I won't expect that from you at the very beginning. Just be careful to mold the energy as you collect it 'cus otherwise it could explode in your face."
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Post by sake on May 15, 2017 5:58:28 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
He watched the blast strike a suddenly open palm. Not many would do that willingly. But it was a simple ki blast after all. The fact the warrior stopped it, then snuffed it out like the flame of a candle made him grin. He stood back up and looked at his arm, blowing on the scorched mark on his skin. It was red and slightly blistered from the heat. He chuckled with a light shrug before he flexed his hands and rolled his head. Snapping fingers and knuckles as he clenched hard fists, popping his back and neck with rolls of his neck and shoulders. The warm up was done. Now it was going to be more intense. " I've had worse. Nothing I can't ignore, but I can see why that is a basic but deadly attack. " Oh yes, he saw the uses and understood what was said.
" Indeed. One's own style must be perfected. Not adapted to be the copy of someone else. Taking a move like that for instance, as a base is fine. But to leave it alone without making it your own is a mistake. Disgraceful. " He arched a brow at the suggestion to try and copy the move. He wanted him to replicate it if he could and use it already? He would adapt it to his style of course. He understood the basic move and principle behind it. He gave a light nod and lifted his right hand. Is pointer finger extended, and he began focusing his ki into a point at the end of his extended finger. With a grin, he channeled his true style into it as well, the ground around him beginning to tremble. When the charge was at half strength he felt it grow unstable and he fired it instantly at the warrior. Instead of a beam it was a marble sized ki blast that was super heated and surrounded by a very strong trembling force.
" Catch this if you dare. Unstable is dangerous. "
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Post by Samba on May 15, 2017 19:10:05 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
He smirked at his student, feeling a bit proud that Sake already had the fine makings of a warrior and the honor that came with it and was accepting his teaching methods quite nicely. While he would be sure to push and or help the man reign in his warrior bloodlust or rage if he pushed it too far he figured it was fine to let bygones be bygones for now.
He watched with no small amount of curiosity as the Saiyan attempted to recreate the Dodon Ray technique, his eyebrow rising up his forehead as the energy that the man was storing in his index finger was reaching unstable levels of power, while not the same as his own method of using the Dodon Ray he figured that with time and practice the male would have it down pat in no time at all.
As that energy marble shoot towards his location, the Zoan slightly widened his stance and crossed his bulky arms over his chest and braced for impact. Just in time as that unstable energy blast collided with his person and exploded spectacularly, bringing up a great amount of dust that clouded most of the battlefield for a few moments. A brief stillness entered the clearing before a gust of wind blew most of the smoke away, showing that besides singed fur and a few patches of dirty fur here and there he was no worse for wear.
"That actually stung, you know?" He felt like it was necessary to say that as he rolled his shoulders and craned his neck from side to side to get rid of the kinks in his body. Having used Genbu's Divine Protection technique at the last moment to coat his body in a dense layer of energy to withstand most of the oomph behind Sake's botched Dodon Ray. "But not bad for your first time, keep at it and make it your own, that's all you can do now."
Planting his hands on his hips, the Zoanthrope cocked a brow at the Saiyan. "Wanna keep on training or do you want to learn another technique of the Crane School?" There was no way in hell that in only one session he'd teach Sake the ultimate technique of the Crane School; not until he figured that the man was ready to throw his life on the line AND know when to use it since the Kikoho wasn't a spammable technique. Until then Sake would have to settle with more training and practicing with the Dodon Ray and the Solar Flare if he choose to learn more.
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Post by sake on May 17, 2017 3:45:02 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
Sake watched as the Zoanthrope took a wide stance. Defensive and bracing in nature. Which meant he was planning on taking the blast full body. That was dangerous considering what his particular style of energy attacks could do to the body. He grinned and waited for the blast, and the result. But that wasn't what happened. The hit came but something was wrong. His grin faded as he watched the explosion, the dust that was kicked up. He felt the tremors simply fade with the blast. Had there been some kind of defense? If so what kind? A gust of wind soon blew the dust clear and he saw the zoanthrope standing there. Singed and dirty patches of fur the only signs of any kind of attack.
" Now that's something interesting. No one has ever cancelled out my form of energy attacks. You should at least be holding your ribs after that. Since your not I would bet you have some kind of defense that I couldn't notice. " He gave a light nod as he took another offensive stance. " I came to learn. I'm not happy about having to do such a thing but my pride be damned. I need to improve. So since you are stronger, and able to teach then I will do whatever it takes to pass your test. Training and learning are the same thing to me. Show me what you got. "
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Post by Samba on May 19, 2017 14:40:42 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The Zoan smiled cheekily though inwardly he was slightly impressed with the Warrior's deductive mind to come to such a conclusion. Sake seemed like a Diamond in the rough, it just needed careful handling to sharpen it and make it shine. "Something like that, yeah. That's another thing you need to watch out for; as you could be charging your technique for days on end but all it takes is a simple barrier or even an afterimage technique to either dodge it or mitigate its damage. Perhaps even both so be sure to remain on your toes in battle, even if you're fighting a friend or acquaintance."
Seeing the male adopt a fighting stance made Samba follow suit, the two warriors sizing each other up for a few seconds before Samba grinned. "Alrighty then, let's continue." With a shift in his step, the Zoan dashed towards the Saiyan Warrior at speed, but at the midway point the Zoanthrope the Zoan raised his fingers to either side of his face, the five digits splayed wide as he closed his eyes and gathered energy that he released with a cry of, "Solar Flare!"
Almost immediately a blinding burst of light appeared from behind him to incapacitate Sake's eyes for a few seconds, should his tactic work or not Samba would still get in close and deliver a powerful lariat towards the Saiyan's stomach to drive him back should it connect.
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Post by sake on May 22, 2017 23:30:21 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
He watched and listened, always keeping his mind open. He learned that long ago and found that it often helped him learn and improve faster. In battle more than anything and training to some degree. Samba spoke of abilities that could defeat the best of attacks if one wasn't on their toes or didn't know how to notice such things. He would have to learn about those first hand since he had yet to encounter them. " I have little to none of those. So that makes things both easier and difficult. Sorry for the obvious pun but....i've always been a bit of a lone wolf. " He decided to match what Samba did next. He rushed forward to meet the charge. But what came next put him at a disadvantage.
He saw Samba lift his hands, fingers coming to the sides of his face. Obviously a technique was coming but the type was well beyond him. Solar Flare? That was an odd name. But he soon found out why for the name as he went to throw a hard straight punch. A sudden flash of bright light appeared behind his opponent, as if he had channeled the brightness of the sun itself. He snapped his eyes shut, his left hand coming up to cover and rub at them to try and recover. It was that set of motions that secured the disadvantage. He was still in the middle of the attack, but blinded now and unguarded he had lost his train of thought. He felt the impact on his midsection and instinct kicked in. Instead of tensing like most would in the situation. Relaxing allowed you to absorb the impact and use it to your advantage where tensing could cause you more damage in the end.
The impact took him off his feet and drove him backwards. He did though, get his mind back on track and managed to twist his body just enough to bring his left knee into Sambas side or stomack with all the force he could manage.
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