Leon had the right idea, striking his chest, but J'adore was skilled and he knew the trick. He feinted his static position, but then he ducked, letting the pole skid over his head. The wind belted off of it, audible as it was inches from his burnt chocolate rimmed ears. He pushed up from the ground quickly, stancing himself securly and taking a fierce jab to his brother's lower chest. He darted back, slamming the other end of the staff into the ankles of the larger male before moving forward and aiming for his shoulder. He darted back, spacing himself away so that Leon's attack would be less efficient.
Leon had power on his side, but J'adore had his speed and prior knowledge of the various tactics involved with this martial art. It was something he held precious. And Leon spoke too much. Of at least he made noises too much. J'adore was honed to ignore these things, and Leon's war cry did very little to deviate his mind. He remained silent, smiling on the inside as he would never let his emotions break the surface and create arrogance. For him or his brother.
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