Body Builder T2 - Eske

had a bad habit of keeping himself calm, or rather keeping his emotions in check whenever he saw soldiers out and about. He sighed pushing a hand through his hair as he shifted his stance and steeled his mind and body just for the briefest of moments. (1)

Honestly the fact he was still wearing his weights didn't cue him up, but he still rushed in his spear gliding alongside him as he took aim at the first he came across in his viewpoint as he attempted to bludgeon them into a pulp before it had expanded itself.

"Ah, welcome back." (2)

Eske hissed. "You're all being too hasty!" He snapped towards the pages. Maybe it was his fault they were being like this as another was getting swarmed, honestly, he didn't much like the person--but it was someone he had to protect and it was his plan to make the kid go into the front lines regardless. But then there's another Karl who was injured or well, he was caught aflame by the Lycan and that was also an issue. (3)

But first, he wanted to deal with the deserting soldiers before it would cause any more damage to the Karl, even though, he was going to risk his own body. <" Be strong"> He told himself as he dashed straight into archer's covering fire, spear in hand as he attempted to cut it down by plunging his blade far into the soldier’s face. Even if he was taking injuries. (4)

Next would be the archers that were surrounding the Soldiers. "Alright....next." Hopefully, they were able to take it out with the volley of attacks laying on the thing before moving towards the next. (5)

Eske laughed as he finished off the large soldier once again reaching over to the spoils from their body, well maybe for later. The scent of Amazonian blood seemed to tingle his nose a bit. It wasn’t his blood and he wasn’t the one to spill it, which did disappoint the Quraishi as he ran a hand through his hair a bit. (6)

Something in him just wanted more, more bloodshed, he didn’t know what was going on with him honestly, he sorts of hated this feeling, but it wasn’t like he could do much about it after the fact. He sighed as he turned his attention over to the other soldiers that planned to have a sneak attack on him. (7)

He sighed as he moved his hand over to grasp the Lycan’s arm as he clenched it a bit, gritting his teeth as he tightened his grip around the lycan’s arm as he took his fist as he stepped forward. "Bad move." (8)

In three different ways, he blugeoned his foe,   the Lycan just smacking away at the beast a few times each blow he tried to play a simple game of a Lycan knock out game. It was cathartic, purely it was. "I knew he was there." He pointed at his head tapping his head a few times,"It’s funny." (9)

took a breath as he started to focus his mind a bit, the sounds around him was starting to slowly get drowned out little by little at a time as he was slowly starting to be alone with himself all over again. The Quraishi's hands grasped the sandbag as he narrowed his gaze ever so slightly as a wave of thoughts started to rapidly flood his mind, he was active enough that such exercise wouldn't exactly be as taxing as he originally thought. (10)

Shaking his head free, of such things he slowly applied the hand wrapping around his fingers. This practice was normally here so that if he threw a punch his knuckles, which were essensial to boxing wouldn't get dislocated or injured in any other kind of way. Once that was done, he applied the iron wrist weights around his arm and tightened them, since his body was naturally used to swinging around an iron broadsword he figured he needed to simulate such a feat with weights alone, for an added challenege he also had weights around his ankles as well incase he started to get over zealous with his movements. (11)

Eske exhaled a bit as he readily prepared himself mentally as he shifted his stance. He had to make sure he was solid from his hips down to his feet, no bouncing required, his hips also needed to be parallel to the ground since if he tipped himself he'd already be entering an improper stance for boxing. (12)

The Quraishi's foot shifted with his front toe being in line with the rear heal of his other foot, slowly he raised his real real to keep himself balanced. While micromanaging himself he'd also properly keep his feet a shoulder width apart, too wide and he'd be locked into a position, if he had them too close together he'd be knocked off balance and knocked over, at leas the thought so. (13)

The front leg premained stiff, his back leg bent, from what he recall most of his power was coming from the positon of his feet. Eske's reasoning for focusing on his positioning was simple, it was for directing power, his kneeds would easily bend to stabilzie himself and act as a human spring to generate power whenever he threw one, if he hips and legs weren't stable then his blows wouldn't have the much power. Because he recongized this, Eskestarted to bounce and remain in a stationary spot, doing this would always keep his knees bent so he'd be able to properly direct power from his lower body towards the sandbag. (14)

Sweat stared to roll down the male's body as he visualize the straight punch in his mind. His dominate hand was tucked against his chin while his free hand remained, since he really couldn't do this with a blade he made use of this technique given he had the gloves on. Eske kept his nondominant hand in fron, it was at the same level of his dominate one, possibly about four to ten inches in front of his face, this was both his defense and offense. (15)

He was ready to throw this straight. Eske kept his breathing steadied as he knitted his brow, he raised the back of his heel while keeping the ball of his foot stable, his goal was to generate torque from the lower body to his upper, that was the power to really pull off a straight punch. He wanted to practice this motion a few more times to get it right, sometimes he did find his leg dipping a bit, but that was okay as he pivoted himself inwards. (16)

Eske stucked in a breath as he twisted his hips and chest towards the target, the sandbag, to properly execute his back foot and knee would need to finish twisting before he could begin rotating his hips and chest, since he was already in the proper fighting position. Once he extended his fist he turned his arm inwards before striking the sandbag. (17)

Eske immidately started to feel the effects of the weights on his arms and legs. He was a bit strained, but he didn't want to simply stop he took a breath as he drew his hand back a bit before tossing out another straight to keep the bag back. He had to quickly adjsut his stance slightly to continue the one-two punches he wanted to deliver after all. (18)

He had tigthened his elbows at his sides, if he was going to be successful he'd need to keep his body compact for this. For the most part his stance was still the same as when he threw his previous, he didn't need to rotate his hips as much with this one, the straight would leave him too open, and it was a follow up after all. Eske exhaled a bit as he shifted himself a bit, keeping his dominate hand sealed for now. (19)

Form what he read he didn't need to twist, rotate or pivot as he tossed a simple jab. To do this he extended his nondominant hand towards the sand bag a few times, it wasn't a punch meant to be for knocking someone out afterall, it was just there to bait out someone. There wasn't much power flowing into such a punch after all. "I need to keep at it." He told himself as he continued to throw jabs at the sandbag before he pulled himself back a few times. (20)

When throwing jabs he had to make sure he flicked his wrist towards, it was a proper punch that was aimed somewhat downward so he could quickly snap the arm back so he could throw another jab at the bag. Which each jab he quickly pulled his arm back and returned his nondominant hand back to it's original position. It was a set up for his straight, one he didn't land just yet. (21)

Eskeseemed to be feeling it as he body was drenched in sweat as he shifted himself back a bit. The Quraishi simply narrowed his gaze as he continued the motion once again, he gritted his teeth as he pivoted his back leg and raised it, his hips twisted before he buckled himself down before connecting a straight into the bag before sending it upward with a nice sound. (22)

Eske still couldn't fully dodge the incoming attack, he simply started to tighten his guard a bit, he didn't think he'd be able to fully absorb all the damage as he attempted to leap himself backa bit to make the claws graze his body several times. (23)

The Quraishi cursed under his breath a bit as he remembered not wearing his silver hauberk for this spar, he possibly didn't want to damage the armor further than he kneed to as he continued to take damage from the Lycan's sharp claws. (24)

He sighed a bit as he lowered his arms a bit as he morphed one of them to a piston-like appenged on his forearm as he geared himself for a powerful hit. He centered on Leidolf once again as he shifted his stance back brielfy since he was still diverting power from his legs to his upperbody. He exhaled a bit as he narrowed his gaze at the Lycan. (25)

With his legs acting as a trigger he launched himelf towards the Lycan, he sorta figured they'd dodge this again, but he'd at least give them a taste of what would be coming to them, if they didn't dodge fully like they did. "Well, I shouldn't be surprised of your sharp claws." (26)

Eske(Kirby Ride) felt like his attack was able to connect, but he didn't feel most of it pushing though as he watched the attack being glanced off, he perched a brow a bit as he drew his hand back. He couldn't exactly figure out how to really combat this female given most of his blows were being dodged like they were. (27) He shifted himself back a bit as he started to attempt to have the blows graze his body once again, he was still holding strong even as his skin started to darken around as he attempted to gain some distance from Leidolf. He inhaled a bit as he skidded his boots through the snow before he whipped his hand forward in an attempt to attack the Lycan at their flank. (28)*

*Eske snapped his arm back as quickly as Leidolf leaped towards him. He still kept the darkened pigmentation around his arms as he used the natural energy to shield himself as the claws came dwon to slash at this body once again. (29)

He hissed a bit as a small smirk appeared, he was going to go down he knew this, but he couldn't last this long even with all the defenses hindering him. He inhaled a bit as he launched himself back a bit to graze the attack even with the pigment aiding him a bit. (30)

He sighed a bit, he wish he had learned some form of submission to stop them from leaping around a bit, although someone would think he'd had some ulterior motive when doing such a feet? He didn't know. He still attempted to whip his arm forward to stop their assault. (31)

*Eske(Kirby Ride) would possibly had more of a chance to really get them in a proper hold, sadly he had far too much damage dealt on him to really captialize on the situtation at hand. He bit down on his lip brielfy as he soon released his hold on the Lycan. While initally it wasn't by his own choice since he was soon feeling the increase of blood lost from allt he claws slashing into his body. (32)

"I'll yield." He stated after releasing Leidolf before the Quraishi returned his hand back, it seemed like the night fall wasn't going to let up either leading more to his disadvantage during this whole sparring session, still, it wasn't like he wasn't pleased with the results. (33)