Sparring for Funzies...

[Leiton]

Though he was surprised Otebon reacted so quickly, Leiton was glad he had managed to tear his shirt.
 
He continued his forward somersault, tucking in his shoulder and tumbling. As he rolled, he angled his legs so he could stand back up as part of the roll. He turned around quickly, blades in the defensive, and steadied himself.
His move had been reckless, but unexpected.
 
(Awesome pose, Sig! )

[Sigcutio]

(Thanks! I love fight scenes, but whenever I roleplay I never get to do them  )

[Leiton]

((Oh, I have plenty planned for State of Mind, don't worry xD ))

[Otebon Albrecht]

Althea laughed. "I guess you two are a bit occupied. I'll leave you to it."


Althea sprinted to Sig's now vacant chair and lounged on it. She gathered up her weapon and carefully placed it to the side.


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Completing his spin in a crouch facing his opponent, Otebon leap forward in a low charge. He held his sword out in front of him to spear Leiton before he could regain his balance.


If your opponent is stable, destabilize him, Otebon thought, remembering the words of his Master, many years ago. If your opponent cannot move, press the attack.

(Out of curiosity, has anyone here read Sun Tzu's Art of War? The quote comes from that...)

[Leiton]

Leiton snarled as he saw what his opponent was doing. He couldn't try another acrobatic stunt without first regaining his balance...
 
He swung his blades. The left blade arced from his right shoulder past his left hip to deflect the blow, while crossing with his right blade from his left shoulder, forming an "X" with the path of the blades, in an attempt to injure Otebon's sword arm.

[Otebon Albrecht]

Stopping his charge when he saw what Leiton's plan was, Otebon's hand shot down and slammed the ground. Using his legs, he propelled himself up and over the body of this opponent. He kept his sword extended in the hopes that it would drag across his body at some point in the flip.

[Leiton]

He's still as light on his feet as ever...
 
Leiton pulled his swords up into an X and defended against the oncoming sword. If he could get the sword out of his grasp, this game would be over...
 
The blades blocked the blow, but Leiton tried to take it further by twisting the blade and wrenching it from Otebon's grasp...
 
(That's it for now. Going out to eat with the family and do some other shtuff )

[Sigcutio]

(Have a nice lunch Leiton! Also I have yet to read "The Art of War" Otebon, but I have heard of it)

[Otebon Albrecht]

(Have fun!) (Art of War is good. I highly suggest it)


Otebon's grip on his blade was the same as it always was: light but strong. When Leiton attempted to disarm him, he allowed his blade to be pulled, but did not let go. Twisted his wrist quite painfully, but he completed his maneuver with the sword in hand.


"Good move," he said with a grimace.

[Leiton]

(I haven't read it either...  )
 
Leiton growled as his disrmament failed, though he knew Otebon wasn't going to be that easy.
 
He turned quickly and reset his slid his feet farther apart, adopting his defensive fighting stance once more. The X of blades remained together as he faced his old Master.
 
"Hehe. You taught me well... Otebon."

[Otebon Albrecht]

Otebon rolled his wrist, massaging the pain away slightly. "You certainly did learn..."


Continuing the roll, Otebon took three quick steps forward, slashing at Leiton's face and parallel to the ground. He kept his body far enough away from Leiton that the chance of counter attack was small, but this vastly decreased the strength of such a move.

[Leiton]

Leiton crouched under the swipe and pulled Otebon's own tactic, charging him and attempting to spear him with his right blade.