Millions of years, where it all began

Yi TaeKyung · 02-15-2012, 01:16 PM

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Sorry for the wait! Exams were a bitch—still one to go but I didn’t want to fall behind or cheat you (Jaden) out of participation. >n<;; Also, my char’s first name is TaeKyung (Yi is the surname). OuO
WC: 417

The satisfaction of a connected attack was incomparable to anything else. The felt impact in her foot that ran up through her body, the knowledge that her power and weight overcame that of her opponent—there was nothing more satisfying to the Korean Jindo-wolf. A sanguine sneer, a snarl, of satisfaction marred her exotic features as her mind overloaded with the fire of the fight. The shattered mind knew only one thing: Taekwondo. The sinewy body was trained for but one thing: Taekwondo. The sole purpose of the slave’s existence was now the dominant play. There was no longer any thinking or planning. There was only reaction.

Strong hands grasped the limb as she landed with precision—almost with purpose. Lunar orbs, empty save for that belligerent flame, watched as her opponent fell and tried to right himself. At first, she did nothing, simply waiting and assessing, watching his movements and testing his reaction. He fired an arrow—she flinched to move out of the way, but with the disorientation of falling, the enemy’s accuracy seemed to have failed him. The arrow flew by harmlessly, and even as the archer stood defensively, the Korean martial artist had swung herself to the forest floor.

She noted his gauntlets—truly it was a danger to her. Although the bones of her body were hardened by impact, ossified through intense training, the metallic gloves would prove harmful to her should he happen to block a kick with his fists. She would have to be fast and maintain distance to avoid being struck herself. This was not a game. This was a fight. And she treated it as such. Her mind and body were absorbed in her opponent, the slave’s master forgotten for a time. Had an order been issued to her, however, the enslaved fighter would not have been deaf.

TaeKyung offered a fake as she attacked. Her left leg aimed for a roundhouse kick to the body, but even as she committed to it, she would be able to pull back; this kick was to draw her enemy out, it’s purpose to cause the other to focus his attention upon his midsection. But her right leg came up high and swiftly, her heel aiming to be brought down in an ax-kick on his head, clavicle, or chest. The power behind it would be enough to shatter bones. Whether she was successful in her kick or not, she would land ready in a fighting stance, prepared for the next move.

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