Eske Weight Training

Eske took the rope in his hands. He sighed a bit as he felt his body relaxing a bit after he wrapped the rope around his wrist a few times before giving it a firm grip. He sucked in a bit of air as he centered his positioning while knitting his brow. The weights were now secured around his ankles and wrist respectively as he felt his hand tighten around the firm braid of the rope. (1)
Perhaps he was thinking too much as he dug his feet into the ground briefly, his breathing was hoarse as he wrapped the rope around his palm with his adjacent hand. The Quraishi huffed a bit as he found himself pulling at the rope before feeling the straining of his muscles being taxed all at once, a rather odd feeling, but he continued to do so as the strain on his body is what he wanted, however, the task did prove to be a lot more than he bargained forgiven the weather. (2)
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The snow was slick with ice causing his footing to falter, the more power he exerted on holding the rope steady would cause even more rope burn if whatever they were pulling on decided to pull back with even greater force, which it did as he felt the rope being yanked forward with him as well as he wanted Dorundhal simply outmatch them with his sneer strength. (3)
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Eske stumbled forward a bit as he struggled to regain his footing before as he planted his foot down again. "Such power.." He commented on, a bit of awe in his voice as he exhaled a bit before he shifted himself back when attempting to pull back. (4)
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Eske coughed a bit of snow as he picked himself up a bit, he grunted to himself as he plucked himself out of the snow, it was a just a cock back of his arm and that alone sent him rocketing forward. He cursed a bit under his breath as he planted his foot down to anchor himself as he struggled to even lift his foot back to even hope to get some upper hand in pulling back the giant. (5)
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At some point he started to wonder what they were really pulling was even considered human, aside from the obvious being no given his sheer size and might. He cursed under his breath as he felt some relief as the resistance felt like it was easing up for them to properly pull Dorundhal towards them, well that's at least what he was lead to believe. (6)
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He felt a strong tug sending his balance out of wack and almost chucking him airborne as he collided with the snow underneath. He struggled to properly regain his footing as he felt the strain of his muscles a bit while he slowly picked himself up after managing to dust the snow off his back. His hands burned with some of the skin peeling off and reddening from the might of the Hunter. (7)
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He didn't exactly have the liberty to really rest as he clenched his hands around the rope again as he scrambled back on his feet while Durndhal focused on the other side. Seeing the male's strength once again steeled Eske's resolve a bit as he wrapped the rope around his palms again. He needed a bit more of an edge to be able to keep up with such a might, at least he thought he did. (8)
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Soon an idea would spark as Eske's pores starting to absorb some of the natural energy into his body, soon darkening his skin turning his pigment into a dary gray from his shoulder down as he pulled back a bit. He knew the difference in strength was far greater than he'd realize, but he wanted to push himself more even if he needed 'external' aid from the nature around them. (9)
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Eske felt all the strength in his hand starting to fade around as he attempted to dig his heels into the snow beneath him as he centered his gravity, it's all he really had as a counter for what he figured was another hard jerk forward. He felt his heart sink down into his chest as he felt the strength pulling himself forward a bit, he swallowed a lump in his throat as he felt the snow building up around his legs and boots a bit. (10)
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The weights around his ankles and wrist seemed to have aided a bit in his the strain he was feeling when he felt his strength in his arms and legs starting to lessen. He gnashed his teeth a bit as he continued to push his physical limits a bit even with a bit of aid from absorbing the natural energy around him to reinvigorate his body with strength wasn't enough to contend with the giant. (11)
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The rope started to tear off bits and pieces of his skin as it felt like a hole was being burned into his hands as he continued to pull back on the mountain man. He could only fight through the pain so much before he'd finally release the rope, although he'd wish he had the highsight to do so given what'd happen next.(12)
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Eske thought he was getting somewhere, only to feel his confidence slipping as he heard a guttural growl from Dorundhal as he snapped his arm back flinging up airborne with him keeping the rope in hand. "Holy--" he could barely get a word out as he felt the wind being knocked out of him as he was rapidly spun around with only the giant tethering him. (13)
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Eske flexes his hands a bit as he pressed his finger against the palm of his hand a bit. "Also thanks for the food." He stated as he shifted himself a more comfortable position to fight in. (14)
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Eske narrowed his gaze as he holstered his guard before the acorn struck against his arm. It didn't hurt that much, but he wasn't going to deny the fact it struck him. He knitted his brow a bit as he whipped his arm back before he hurled the darken elongated arm towards Skaupr in an attempt to grab them. (15)
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Eske knitted his brow he didn't notice the speed of his arm gaining a bit more weight to it slowing it down. He knitted his brow a bit as he drew his arm back after Skaupr dodged his initial blow. He exhaled a bit as he started to step forward, he didn't know how to deal with this given the acorns digging into his arm. "The hell?" (16)
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Eske knitted his brow a bit as he moved his hand around to attempt to remove the acorns out of his arms a bit. He smirked a bit as he kept the natural energy throwing into his arms a bit to continue that dark coloration. The kick struck his chin a bit as he furrowed his brow a bit. He moved his arms in front of him to block the blunted edge of the axe as he knitted his brow a bit. "Jeez you're loud." (17)
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Eske didn't want to stress out his essence use as he continued to take the blows from Skaupr. He inhaled a bit as he continued to keep on the defensive. He took a breath as he shifted himself back after he took the blunt damage from his flank. He whipped his arm back as he attempted to strike the side of Skaupr after he turned. (18)
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Eske exhaled a bit, he spent most of the fight defending himself and getting riddled by acorns the entire time. It was something he had to reflect on, regardless he shifted his attention to Kaine. He narrowed his gaze briefly to focus on the cells forming Kaine's arm into a piston. (19)
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He crossed his arms a bit to study the form in tandem as his arm darkens in the same vein as he did with his chain technique. A pillar-like appenage started to emerge on his elbow down to his forearm, there was a bit of difficulty as he wasn't entirely accustom to moving the piston-like appenged, but he had to gradually get used to the feeling. "I see." He said as he used small muscle movements to draw back the piston before he compressed it to bolster his attack. (20)
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He shifted the piston again to get a better handle on things before he disengaged the technique. He had to work on his body a bit more in order to properly use techniques like this as he could barely land a hit on Skaupr and that was before the acorns took effect. "How do you..strike someone that's faster than you?" (21)
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Eske exhaled a bit, he didn't remove the weights from his person as he lowered himself into a fighting position. Taking a good look at the Wendigo did have rather striking features, elongated limbs, and bent legs, what looked like a hunched back, it also looked like they were walking using their knuckles considering their anatomy, all in all it was an odd...creature, and that's just putting it mildly. Regardless, Eske studied the Wendigo a bit after it gave him the first move. (22)
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"Right." He said after removing his hand from his chin after wrenching his arm back briefly, the arm seemingly turned into a darker coloration as he knitted his brow before he flung his arm forward attempting to take the first blow. (23)
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Eske was a bit surprised when he first landed the blow, only for his extended arm to be grabbed suddenly. He couldn't escape the grab in time as he found his face being smacked into the wall of the bathroom. He groaned a bit as he attempted to shake off the damage as he snapped his arm back a bit or rather approached the Wendigo. "Shit, that hurts." He admitted as he rubbed his face respectively as he narrowed his gaze, he'd have to go into close-quarters combat now. (24)
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Eske gnashed his teeth, it seemed like it would be a slugfest between them, despite his size. He shifted his fist back a bit as he contemplated forming it into a piston, but he still lacked some instances of control with that move as he just learned it. He sighed a bit as he racked his brain as he endured the tackle slamming into his body. Gnashing his teeth, he pulled his hand back a bit before making the shape of a piston from his elbow to his hand before he thrusted the weapon forward. (25)
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Eske was somewhat relieved at the though it didn't seem like it holds much as he knitted his brow a bit, he was able to break out of Aksi's grip, he didn't think the impact of the piston would be as powerful as it would be despite him just learning such a technique. Feeling rather impressed by the power, although he couldn't exactly celebrate in awe as he had to guard against the incoming claw shattering his defenses. (26)
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"Shit-" He cursed as he was sent upward a it from the Wendigo's seer power, while envious he attempted to guard again before he found himself getting his head slammed into the ground. Eske twitched from the recoil of his head shaking, he groaned as he attempted to shake off the grip around his head. (27)
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"You really do hit hard." He grinned as he attempted to shake off the hold via his own strength but he couldn't shake off the pain he was feeling in his head, among other things. (28)
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Eske only really nodded at the Aksi in response,he couldn't do much else due to his dazed state of mind. He knew for a fact he needed to improve his body more, that was evident in the two spars he had back to back, so he didn't mind losing as it showed him where he stood now and where he needed to be eventually with enough hard work.
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"I'll just..lay here for a bit. " He told himself as he rested his head against the snow to cool himself off.(29)
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Eske snapped his eyes open as he slowly picked himself up from the snow. He coughed a bit as rolled his shoulders briefly, he figured some light shadow boxing would ease his mind, but first, he had to do so without the weights. "Boxing and kickboxing, eh?" He asked himself as he flexes his hands briefly. The Quraishi steadied his footing a bit while focusing his weight on the foot he wanted to remain planted on the ground. (31)
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Since he lacked a target he opted to simply do the next best thing and imagine one. He steadied his breath as he stepped out in a roughly forty-five-degree angle, he turned his more dextrous foot while angling his shoulder to protect himself. He exhaled breath as he threw his kick with an outstretched leg. "That's one." (32)
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Eske 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. (33)
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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 essential 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 his fist he figured he needed to simulate such a feat with extra weights alone, for an added challenge he also had weights around his ankles as well in case he started to get overzealous with his movements. (34)
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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 been entering an improper stance for boxing. (35)
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Eske 's feet shifted with his front toe being in line with the rear heel of his other foot, slowly he raised his 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 least the thought so. (36)
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The front leg remained stiff, his back leg bent, from what he recalled most of his power was coming from the position of his feet. Eske's reasoning for focusing on his positioning was simple, it was for directing power, his knees would easily bend to stabilize 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 recognized this, Eske started 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. (37)
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Sweat started to roll down the male's body as he visualizes 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 non-dominant hand in front, it was at the same level of his dominant one, possibly about four to ten inches in front of his face, this was both his defense and offense. (38)
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sighed as sweat started to roll down the male's body as he visualizes 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 non-dominant hand in front, it was at the same level of his dominant one, possibly about four to ten inches in front of his face, this was both his defense and offense. (39)
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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 off 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. (40)
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Eske stucked in a breath as he twisted his hips and chest towards the target, the imaginary 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. (41)
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The Quraishi immediately 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 adjust his stance slightly to continue the one-two punches he wanted to deliver after all. (42)
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Eske attempted to recreate what he read he didn't need to twist, rotate or pivot as he tossed a simple jab. To do this he extended his non-dominant hand towards the 'bag' a few times, it wasn't a punch meant to be for knocking someone out, after all, it was just there to bait out someone. There wasn't much power flowing into such a punch after all. "I need a bit more." He told himself as he continued to throw jabs at the imaginary sandbag before he pulled himself back a few times. (43)
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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 air. Which each jab he quickly pulled his arm back and returned his non-dominant hand back to its original position. It was a set up for his straight, one he didn't land just yet. (44)
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With an exhale he seemed to be feeling it as his 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 air before sending it upward with a nice sound. (45)