Southpaw Stance App - Menma

-Byond Key: A New World

-IGN: Menma

-Discord Name: antiSOCIAL

-What unique/s do you want: Southpaw Stance

-Why do you need this unique to improve RP: A proof of dedication not only to his training and his friends but himself. After training with Popo, Menma realized he needed battle practice, skill and a comprehensive, adaptable fighting style to suit his needs and to supplement his own weaknesses, choosing not to rely on numbers to do all of his work.

-Do you have any outside activities such as school/work that stops you from being on during times of the day:No

-Now I would like you to write me a roleplay involving this rank:

08/25/19(20:48:47) *Menma(A New World) created a clone of himself and rushed Goku, quick to start the confrontation.*
08/25/19(20:58:02) *Menma(A New World) quickly multiplied his persons and started attacking Goku and yet despite his numbers, he was quickly overwhelmed by Goku's apparent strength. His ability to sweep a large area and affect multiple targets proved to be his own downfall. Menma was so sure that his numbers plan would give him an advantage but without a proper fighting style or understanding he was bound to be defeated time after time. He needed to take Romoto's advice and develop something of his own. Menma could trust his senses that was certain, the quicker his opponent and the more synchronized he was with his opponent the better he did, he'd witnessed this first hand in his training with the clones. So from here on out he wasn't going to use them, to fight solely with his own skill. It would take a bit of time to grow accustomed but he believed the practice session would pay off.*
08/25/19(21:06:16) *Menma(A New World) figured if Kisaragi was adamant enough to place his pride aside and learn simple skills, or display that he was lacking he would do so himself. "Goku. Sorry to bother you, but I want to learn how to better fight, I can't just rely on my clones so I'd like to face you again." Menma retained the weights figuring it'd be better if his movements were dulled that way he was quicker whilst uninhibited.*
08/25/19(21:11:34) *Menma(A New World) --"Hmph!" he raised his power level to be more on par with Goku and made his way towards Goku. It wasn't a race however this time, he was trying to get a feel for how Goku fought, understand his movements and learn when and how to properly strike. Raising his fists up, on the defense, Menma when close darted in to deliver a quick but open jab. Time to start.*
08/25/19(21:32:39) *Menma(A New World) moved in and found that he was keeping up much better with Goku than he was before-- it occurred to him that he was holding bak however, a bit of a disappointment but the purpose of it was to develop his own skill. Goku was quick, utilizing the afterimage strike at the start of the fight to catch Menma off guard. The blitz like technique brought him to panic but that's what his opponent wanted. Menma got his breathing under control. Krillin had taught him the afterimage technique and learning from what he observed, Menma did the same, copying and shifting his weight to increase his speed and reflex. Despite this he was still off, he missed his timings, whiffed strikes he should've saved for a more opportunistic moment and stood far to still. The ifrst step he needed to be aware of was his positioning. "Movement, I have to keep moving and keep my opponent moving. Control the pace of the battle." "Krillin, Goku, Kisa, or any of you, how about another roun-?" Launch had arrived, locks of blonde still flowing.*
08/25/19(21:52:26) *Menma(A New World) "Control the fight..." he said to himself, furrowing his brows. Again he took up that same unorthodox stance, right hand leading, a shuffle as he grew closer. With change of pace in mind, he quickly back stepped into a hyper movement, appearing behind Kisaragi to start the fight. Delivering a quick low kick to the back of his ankle he aimed to take him off his feet for a good starting advantage. From there he was dancing.*
08/25/19(22:13:20) *Menma(A New World) could tell that understand how to control the battle would take time. He rushed in without properly giving himself the time to prepare and learn. Kisaragi was quick and whatever ocular ability he used made him even faster... It was difficult not to instinctively create the clones in order to buffer the difference in their fighting skills. Kisaragi's blade moved and slashed quickly, had he been more talented, more accurate then it was likely that he'd be slashed to pieces... pieces. The second attribute he hadn't taken note of-- "timing." Understanding when to utilize his attacks wer be important and when to move. The afterimage ability could avoid big damage, he needed to time it and alternate strikes in-between. "Let's do it."*
08/25/19(22:35:20) *Menma(A New World) took several blows that he was incapable of dodging, the attacks hit with an unhindered amount of force. Kisaragi was powerful, he'd grown increasingly powerful in the passing of time but Menma, like with Romoto, was unwilling to yield to his own weaknesses, he could not prevent himself from biting off more than he could chew. Rag-dolled, Menma collapsed into the sand. there he lay still. He retraced the battle, making note of each false step, of each missed attempt. Progression was visible, his steps were more accustomed to dancing, but he lacked striking power, he lacked coordination. "Coordination." perhaps the final step. Again, despite his bruises, Menma stood. "One more time, Kisaragi..." the young apprentice implored.*
08/25/19(22:57:39) *Menma(A New World) fought valiantly despite limiting himself, opting away from his specialty. What he learned in the battle was the act of coordination. Kisaragi's blade swung with a heavy fervor that crashed into the clavicle of the youth, the shock may have broken it but alas his durability stayed his bones. Down on a knee he fell, but instead of halting the downward momentum, he stayed with it, landing into the sand and rolling right moments before the blade crashed into the sand. An opportunity as it stuck, his chance. From all fours he launched upward, gripping Kisaragi and ramming him into the fragments of earth beneath. They slid, battling one another on uneven footing, Kisaragi for the fourth iteration was overpowering Menma, but he knew now his weaknesses, his flaws, not only in Kisaragi's but his own, he was learning to adapt quickly. Coordination, Movement, Timing. it was a culmination style utilizing the senses. harnessing those principles in tandem with his own battle sense would give him just the edge needed, the fighting style he required. Refraining from danger, moving, utilizing numbers to overpower his opponent and striking at all the key points they leave open. Menma was ready to coalesce the styles into a combat form. Clones would be his practice dummies.... Several.*
08/25/19(23:19:35) *Menma(A New World) worked against the clock, a fight with clones, fists, blades and wit. Despite the numerous incarnations Menma found himself overwhelmed by Kisaragi's accuracy an tenacity, he was doomed from the start this was no different. Weaving right, left, bobbing and striking he managed a few good blows. Inevitably he fell. Again, he lay still, his vision blurred and his head spun but his goal was near, ever close. A great grunt escaped and he stood, ready to take a true measure to test his skills. If wha the developed was as impressive in capability as Kisaragi's eyes, he believed he would be useful in space yet. He refused to weigh the others down and more importantly, refused to be incapable os saving those in peril or watching some die. "Heh...I think... I think I've got it. Thanks again Kisaragi." through bruised, he shuffled away, slow steps descending the plains.*
08/25/19(23:47:55) *Menma(A New World) relaxed his muscles and inhaled a great breath, fresh oxygen filled his lungs and coursed blood through his veins. The throbbing of his heart, the blades of grass bending beneath his feet, the limbering and tightening of his muscles, he could feel and was intertwined with every minute detail in concerns to his body. it was a total awareness that he sought and found in his training and now was the time to test i tout. Through smoke the multiple clones formed, each combat-ready. His legs spread, open palms and curled fingers. He commanded they attack, that they did and quickly he retaliated. The first punch was predictable, avoided by a shift of weight, his left knee collapsed and with a powerful curl he delivered a deadly uppercut. The force of the blow leveled the clone. In a frenzy the others attacked. The dust, it was everywhere and yet he continued, he could see beyond, hear beyond, smell, feel-- Menma had entered a state of trance, a combat focus that was unorthodox. A southpaw stance. His foot arched, twirling a copy into another. Rolling beneath a flurry of attacks he curled, ducked and delivered several solid blows to his assailants. The fight ended in silence... success.*