Cutting and Slicing [Darren]

Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.

"Yo, man"

Ryuusei could recognize that voice from anywhere. He knew exactly who it was, but he still turned around to the direction from where the sound came from. In front of him was a blonde kid, a Yuuei student just like Ryuu - Daimon Darren. They were constructed basically in the same way: similiar height, weight and reach... The only difference was really the attitude they both had. Looking at him, Ryuusei greeted him back.

Hey dude. I guess we are destined to meet - he said, calling back the amount of times they had been meeting each other by chance in such a short period - And yeah, I've been learning a few things outside of Yuuei.

It wasn't just the ability to handle a knife. His body. How he moved. How he fought. How he thought. All of those things had been improved in the recent weeks. This Ryuusei was already different from the one who had entered U.A. Highschool, from the one that had fought Jasmine, for example. However, one constant thought kept creeping on the Igarashi's mind.

It's not enough yet.

Yes, to conquer the stars, to reach his dream... He would need much more.

Darren didn't seem to want to waste much time though. He was quick to adopt a defensive stance and incite Ryuusei to come forward. It was kind of weird seeing the Darren he knew become serious all of the sudden. However, it made sense: he really looked like the type that enjoyed a good fight.

The sun is also killing you right? - he asked, a jab at the fact that Darren wanted to quickly start the sparring session - I also don't like it that much, but at least let me get ready.

Ryuusei's voice was a clear contrast to the hot weather both teenagers could feel at the moment. But, true to his words, Ryuusei got down to one knee and untied his shoes, only to tie them back again. First the right and then the left.

But there were some lies inside that true. As Ryuusei pressed his fingers onto the shoes and socks in a natural way, one word kept coming to his mind.

Lock.

And then, as soon as he finished tying the left shoe.

Let's go then.

In a quick movement, Ryuusei took the opportunity that his ground position gave to him. In fact, the tying and untying of his shoes was just an excuse for this exact move. With his right hand so close to the ground, it took him no time to grab a handfull of the dust that existed on the entire field and throw it in the direction of Darren's eyes, hopefully handicapping his vision and alter - if even only a little bit - his perception of Ryuusei's movements.

As the little dust barrier between Ryuusei's body and Darren's eyes flew in the air, the Igarashi made sure to move quickly - contrary to his fight with Jasmine, he was taking the first step and making sure that his opponent didn't have much time to think.

Like a cat jumping to catch a pigeon, Ryuusei took advantage of his low center of gravity to use his legs in order to propulsion himself forward, reducing his distance to Darren. However, he did so by continuing to remain low on the ground, running in a way that made him stay low, his head at the height of Darren's hips. This was a characteristic movement of the Kuroneko style: a weird way to advance towards the opponent that makes you harder to hit, since it's more difficult to punch something below you than in front of you.

Once close enough and with the knife on his left hand Ryuusei would keep the low stance and, while still advancing, try to stab Darren on his right knee. Meanwhile his right arm was kept free. His function being that of reacting to a potential counter-attack by Darren, even if only to soften it.

Notes: Sparing begins!
Words: 669
Tags: Daimon Darren

Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.

Ryuusei could already see things in a different way. Clearer. Slower. It was nothing special to be honest, but it was already better than how he felt in his fight against Jasmine. On that occasion, Ryuu found out how he was able to remain cold, calm and collected when the odds are stacked against him, when he's in a fight and there's real danger in front of him. These emotions were translanting into this spar with Darren, but Ryuu instantly understood that his own fight IQ and perception had increased.

Darren had probably been in a fight countless times. He had the look and the body to prove so. However, in Ryuusei's case, this was only his second. He had fought Jasmine and he was now fighting Darren - that was it. He had a scuffle with two robbers in Kabukicho - which ended up in Ryuu killing one of the men - but that wasn't really a fight: it was Ryuusei getting beaten up until he was saved by a mysterious woman. There was an enormous difference in experience between them and Ryuusei had to make his best effort in order to make that gap appear smaller, even if Darren had no idea that Ryuu basically had no experience when it came to one on one combat.

It was exactly because of this difference in fighting that Ryuu wasn't even a little bit surprised when Darren avoided his attack. Ryuu had thrown he sand in an attempt to gain some advantage, but it also probably wasn't the first time that Darren had to react to such a dirty tactic.

As soon as he realized that Darren had evaded him by quickly stepping back like a matador, Ryuu fully played the role of the bull. He strenghtened his lead leg, stopping his body while rotating it in the direction of Darren, prepared to attack once again in an attempt to not give the bushy eyebrowed teen much time to think. However, as soon has he finished rotating and his lead leg exploded of the ground, his head now facing Darren, something happened.

Fuc-

Darren had just use the same trick: sand to the face. In those fractions of seconds before the dust hit his eyes, Ryuusei IQ came into play. Knowingly, but also on instinct, he protected his eyes with his left arm: the one holding the knife. It was enough to keep his almost golden eyes clean, but, by consequence, he couldn't see for some seconds. But that was why he left his right arm free and ready just like before: if Darren threw the sand then it meant that he was going to attack.

As he lowered his left arm Ryuu saw that his assumption was correct, as Darren's leg was about to hit his ribs. With his free arm, Ryuusei was able to use his agility and quick wit to stuff the low kick. As it hit, he found himself leaning a little sideways due to the momentum and power of the hit.

He hits hard, Ryuu immediately thought.

It hurt but... not as much as it would a few months ago. Ryuusei was feeling himself getting tougher. It put a smile on his face. That grin was reinforced when he realized this was the perfect opportunity to put his fighting style to use.

With the right arm he used to soften the kick, Ryuusei tried to grab onto Darren's leg with a close grip. He would also lower his left arm and pull it close to his own body, trying to make it even harder for Darren to take his leg out while, at the same time, keeping the knife on his left hand. If he was succesful, Darren would now be standing on just one leg. In this case, Ryuusei would take advantage of his low stance, proximity and of his opponent's lack of balance to extend his own front leg and, just like a broom, sweep Darren of his feet with one clean movement, hopefully tripping him onto the ground.

Just like his father taught him: using the opponent's own power and momentum against himself, one of the ways of Kuroneko.

Would he be sucessful against someone experienced like Darren?

Notes: The ifght goes on!
Words: 706.
Tags: Daimon Darren

Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.

He saw Darren's mouth move, but he didn't hear a single noise. Some called it tunnel vision, other's a fighting instinct. But Ryuusei knew fully well what it was: the desire to win, even if it was just a practice drill with a friend. In a fight he didn't have time for small talk - at least not when iniciated by the opponent or at a moment like the one they were in, when both body were so close the other could feel the deep breaths and sweat from the one obstructing the path to victory. Eyes blank, blood cold and a calm mind: just like a predator. Ryuusei's training had put him in the way of becoming a vicious silent tiger, but yet he was still just a wild stray cat learning how to hunt.

At the first the plan seemed to have worked: Darren was falling on his back due to the sweep Ryuu made with his right leg and the forwards pressure he was making by holding the messy blonde haired kid with both of his arms. A single leg takedown with an outside trip: incorporating the combination of the agressiveness of wrestiling and the technicality of jiu-jitsu into Kuroneko didn't seem like a bad idea. But, as it looked like, Darren too had a passion for mixed martial arts. As he felt Darren's tight grip on the collar of his shirt, Ryuu knew immediately that his brushy-browed friend was following the principles of Kuroneko himself: using the opponent's movement for his own advantage.

It won't be that easy.

In what at first could be seen as a weird decision, Ryuu's instant response to Darren's hold in the second they were both falling was letting go of his leg, allowing Darren to reposition but also leaving Ryuusei with his arms available once again. Ryuu did the trip with right leg, so the left one was still in some contact with the ground. At the last chance, he took the opportunity to push himself forwards, like he was trying to do a roll-over on top of Darren.

Darren's back was now in the ground. Ryuu, due to letting go of the opponent's leg, concentrate on gaining momentum in the direction that Darren's hold and other leg wanted him to go. Ryuusei embraced Darren's will to roll him over his head: he could work with such movement.

As his body was turning over Darren's head, Ryuuse maneuvered his left arm in the direction of the other boy's neck. The knife on his left hand didn't matter much since he was still able to get the hold he wanted in that way. Ryuusei was going for an inverted north-south choke. It was the ideal scenario, since Darren needed to have his neck exposed in order to keep a good hold of Ryuu's collar. Ryuusei's left arm was already around and he was about to connect his hands, finalizing in that way the hold of that choke. If he did it correctly, once he also hit the ground on his back he only had to apply force in order to make Darren tap. But then...

A hard hit on the zone of his leftt kidney. It actually made Ryuu puke a little onto the floor. The hit came from the leg that Ryuusei had been previously holding. He gambled letting go of it in order to improve his shot at getting the choke, but the risk of it was betting that Darren wouldn't be quick enough to react to such movement. Ryuusei was proved wrong. That hard hit along with the other leg Darren already had placed on the other side of Ryuu's hip in order to achieve the Sumi Gaeshi was more than enough to send the 1-A student flying a couple of feet to the side. Mostly on instict, Ryuusei made himself roll even farther once he hit the ground, looking to avoid any potential second hit coming from the opponent.

Once he stopped rolling, Ryuu jumped to his feet. Facing Darren, he had his knees slightly bent. He spat on the floor, trying to get the taste of the vomit out of his mouth. It didn't work. He then cleaned his lips with the left hand that still held the knife - while rolling he had grabbed on to it like his life depended on it. Holding the sharp weapon sideways - an habit he developed while training - Ryuusei Igarashi assumed a defensive postion with his arms.

Your turn, he said, pointing to the fact that it had been him the one to initiate the fight and assuming an offensive attitude earlier.

It was being a good training spar. Especially because Ryuusei was sure that Darren also was aware of all the details that both of them had to be taking notice of during the last exchange.

Notes: What a great fight!!
Words: 810.
Tags: Daimon Darren

Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.

Now a few - but not many - meters ahead of him, Daimon Darren mouth formed a smile. A different kind of smile than the one Ryuusei Igarashi had already seen from the athletic youngster - it definetely felt more genuine. Yes, that wasn't just a smile from happiness, whether it would be from a truthful or fake kind. It was a smile of excitement, of adrenaline and, if Ryuu analyzed it correctly, a smile of respect. The feeling was mutual: a straight-up fight where both minds clashed way before the bodies ever met each other. However, Ryuusei did not smile back as the blonde student dashed forward. Afterall, one does not encourage the one he meets at the battlefield.

He prepared himself as Darren quickly approach. Watching, taking in every single body movement, every single indication of the next attack. The good thing about distance -and one aspect of it that Ryuu came to realize that he really enjoyed - as the fact that he had much more time to take in what was about to happen when in contrast to a situation when the opponent already is just one step or two in front of you.

Darren was going for the knife. A rational choice, being that getting up so close to an armed man is much more dangerous than approaching an unarmed one. Ryuu's different type of grip from normal proved to be quite worthy though - something that Ryuusei would pick up and decide to keep using in the future.

If Ryuu had been holding the knife in a normal, Darren's force and momentum would have been enough to send the weapon flying. The backhand would've hit Ryuusei's fingers, making them go loose because of the impact and, by consequence, letting go of the rubber knife. But this wasn't the case. Ryuusei's uncommon grip was a sideaway one: a small change from the normal grip, but one that made quite the difference in this scenario. The blade being pointed outwards, Darren's backhand would instead touch the back of a tightly closed fist. With no contact on Ryuu's fingers, the hit would've had to be much stronger to make the boy  drop his weapon. However, Ryuusei was still surprised: it was a backhand and a move only meant to disarm and distract, but it still packed alot of strenght, The 1-A student could only imagine the amount of physical practice that Darren had already gone through.

Ryuusei was thankful for that strenght though, as thankful as he was in his own Kuroneko fighting style. The backhand generated enough strenght for Ryuusei to take advantage of the momentum generated. That plus his natural agility would be enough: the expected kick to the stomach would not find his target.

Ryuu had his arm to take in the force from the backhand, which made his left arm go backwards. He took advantage of this momentum generated by force of the backwards movement of his arm to rotate his entire body in the same direction. This allowed him to avoid Darren's kick by the slightest of margins. It was enough for Ryuusei to note how good Darren was and how the most minimal mistake could cost the fight. But right there, right at that moment, the slightest margin was ideal.

He was now facing Darren sideways while Darren was still facing the position where Ryuu just was. Darren would probably be off balanced from the missed kick, only one leg on floor once again. Ryuusei was quick to learn from his mistakes, he liked to think.

No collar grabbing this time, he decided to trash-talk in order to get more emotion out of Darren.

As quick as he could, he throwed a low right leg kick at Darren's base leg, trying to sweep the boy down once more. It was a Muay Thai type sweep that had the sole intention of getting the enemy completely off-balance with a powerful kick, hopefully making Darren fall hard onto the ground.

If Ryuusei was succesfull he would immediately go for the top-mount position, pressing the rubber knife against Darren's neck and end the spar right there and then. But, being honest with himself, Ryuusei knew that such scenario was unlikely and that Darren would find a way out, despite Ryuu's best efforts. Because of this lingering doubt he kept his base leg flexed and ready to go while his arms were in a guard position - precautions meant to up the probabilities of evading or defending any incoming counter-attack.

Since the first exchange that Ryuusei had realized that Darren's prowess in martial arts were, at least, a little better than his - not to speak about the difference in raw strenght. But overcoming the odds just like winning against an higher level boss... Ryuusei lived for that.

Notes: Full-on body combat!
Words: 803.
Tags: Daimon Darren

Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.

It did not work – but did Ryuusei Igarashi ever thought that it would?
His agility and ability to think quickly – and well – allowed him to dodge Darren’s attack, but the student from class 1-C was still levels above Ryuusei’s current ability. Sensing the incoming leg kick Darren was quick to adjust his body in order to be able to receive the kick. That’s right: receive, not dodge. The blonde kid was very confident of his strenght – something he made sure to let Ryuusei know by responding to the trash-talk with that little “Not enough”. With this, Ryuusei right leg kick to Darren’s own right leg felt like hitting a metal bar: worthless, even if it moved the opponnent some inches to the side.

Confidence. Such a weird concept, one that the Vice-President of Class 1-A couldn’t wrap himself around. If he could describe himself with one word “confident” would surely be at the bottom of the list. There is always someone better. There is always someone who works harder. There is always someone stronger, faster. How can one have confidence when the entire world is the basis of comparison? Ryuusei could never be confident to think that he could take hits head-on, even if he was sure that the oponnent was weaker than him. It was for this reason that Darren’s action of not dodging made Ryuusei mad: it was direspectful. More so, it was disrespectful with reason – afterall, the kick probably hurt Ryuusei more than what it did to Darren. The teenager didn’t have confidence, but he sure as hell had pride. And, more than pride, he had something else: will and desire. The will to continue to march forwards and the desire to win no matter what. It did not matter how the odds were: if Ryuusei was in a fight, match, race or any sort of competition he would do everything and more that his body allowed in order to win. Jasmine had felt that already – Darren was also about to take a little taste of it. It wasn’t a fighter’s spirit nor was it the soul of a warrior. It was way dirtier and darker than that and Ryuusei knew. It was greed. Pure greed. Taking everything away from the world and making it his own, even if it seemed impossible. The greed of someone that couldn’t be seen, the greed of someone invisible.

Slow-motion.

A quick glance down. Darren was still close, his legs getting adjusted as if preparing for incoming momentum. The hip following that same movement. It couldn’t be a punch for Darren couldn’t get any power behind; it couldn’t be a kick for he was in a tight position; it couldn’t be a knee for his body was starting to twist.

An elbow, Ryuusei realized.

A calm, rational, cold and intelligent person on a battlefield really was a frightening sight. One could only wonder how Ryuusei Igarashi would be a few years in a future. But, at this point in time, it didn’t matter how fast he could correct think, process and analyze a situation: that hellish elbow was going to hit. If one couldn’t dodge, what should he do? Begin thinking about what would come next, of course. A Ryuu’s next course of action needed a quick three part set-up.

Firstly came his left leg. It was needed not only for Ryuu’s to come counter-attack but also importante piece in order to receive Darren’s elbow without following. Ryuu needed to create more distance between his torso and Darren’s and have the boy removed – even if just a little – from the inside of Ryuu’s stance. Thankfully Ryuu had been smart enough to keep it flexed and ready for quick movements. So, as Darren beginning to rotate, Ryuu moved his left leg backwards. As it hit the floor, having in that way readjusted his postion, Ryuusei put all of his force and concentration on that leg: it was the most importante part, since it would be the limb to absorve the momentum of the elbow and avoid Ryuu from falling.

Second, Ryuu’s right leg. Because of the previous kick it was still close to Darren’s, especially since the teenager kept himself inside of Ryuu’s stance. With just a little movement, he hooked his foot on Darren’s right angle: just like a jiu-jitsu type hook, but standing. It had no offensive purpose so Darren’s shouldn’t react to hit, especially with him being concerned with finishing his movement and landing the elbow. The purpose was for Ryuusei to give himself something that would allow him to remain close after the elbow and not fly into the air. The hook was basically Ryuu’s way of using Darren’s body as an anchor. An extra measure in order to support the left leg.

Third – and suprisingly the least important – came his right arm and the defense of his face. Ryuu had predicted his own attack to fail so, just like his legs, he had kept his arms on guard position and ready. If not for this he wouldn’t have been able to react. However, due to his precaution, Ryuusei was able to cover the right side of his jaw with his right arm. But he left the arm light, not wasting his strenght on trying to totally avoid the damage from Darren’s right elbow. Ryuusei Igarashi was actually hoping to bleed a lot from the mouth – he just didn’t want to break his jaw.

As soon as his arm moved up Darren’s attack landed. It easily broke through Ryuu’s arm, who served only as na almost non-existent cushion. It didn’t matter though: the counter-attack was set in-motion.

Darren threw it hard, just like a real fight. It came close to breaking bone – in fact, if it wasn’t for Ryuusei’s training for the last weeks, it probably would’ve ended the fight. Ryuu’s head bounced hard to the side and his vision became blurry. His left leg began sliding with the momentum, even with all the force that the 1-A kid was putting into it. But, just like a bungee-rope stopping someone from falling to thir death, Ryuusei’s hook on Darren’s ankle proved to be good enough. The blonde natural body weight gave for a good counter-weight. This was the moment: that split second where Ryuusei was sure that he wasn’t falling and Darren was just realizing that his enemy was still right in front of him. The taste of blood that came from Ryuu’s smashed gums and bitten tongue covered his entire mouth.

Good, he though.

It was time to go.

The not anticipated blurred vision from the elbow could’ve maybe deceived him, but Ryuusei was sure to have aimed for Darren’s head when he spat all that blood on his face. A distraction, a medieval way of fighting that hopefully the other boy wasn’t anticipating. Even if it didn’t cover his eyes it didn’t matter much: it only needed to buy his attention for a moment.

In that moment Ryuusei would switch his pivot leg from his left to the right. Almost no movement was required to unhook Darren’s ankle: the beauty of the ankle hook was just that – being so close to the ground. In an unorthodox way, this right leg of Ryuusei was left inches behind Darren’s, making it the lead leg despite it being the leg where Ryuusei was putting his body weight. A “fake lead”, he called it.

This “fake lead” masked the incoming left body front kick, that acted not only as a kick but as a big step forward meant to repositon Ryuusei’s stance to an orthodox stance that would see the left leg go in front of the right while not having to shift weight, since that right leg had always been the pivotal one. That left kick wasn’t really a kick though. It had almost no power, meant only to unbalance Darren one step backward. This one step would be enough. Why? Because one shouldn’t forget the “fake lead”, the strong right leg that was still positioned inches behind Darren’s right leg, ready to make him trip as soon as he took a step backwards from the kick.

If Ryuusei’s weird movement and positioning that came from his agility and his own fighting style beared fruit, Darren would trip on Ryuu’s right leg: however, due to the lack of strenght of the left kick, it would never be enough to make him fall, but only be off-balanced for a brief moment. If this happen Ryuusei wouldn’t let the new found distance between both grow any larger. As soon as his left foot hit the ground Ryuusei would run forward. His intention would be to use the “knife” he held on his left hand to cut Darren’s torso diagonally, from left to right, trying to take advantage of the mentioned brief moment.

But Darren, as he had already proved, was more than a noteworthy oponnent – he was clearly better than Ryuusei. Even if he didn’t count on the kid to have the balls to eat the elbow, spit blood on his face, move his legs weirdly, he could still find a way to avoid Ryuu’s later attempt to slash him with the knife. Especially because of the damn blurry vision caused by the vicious elbow… did Ryuusei even measured the distance right in order to be able to actually cut Darren’s torso with the knife or did he begin the slashing movement to far off?

Daimon Darren could be the most dangerous tiger on the jungle. There was no doubt about that. But Ryuusei Igarashi was a street cat. If Darren was at the top of the food chain then Ryuusei had to fight every single day to just find a piece of shitty food. There are days where tigers have their belly full. But street cats? Street cats are always hungry.

Notes: Third time trying to make this post. Also the longest version of it. Sorry!
Words: 1,641.
Tags: Daimon Darren

Dreams breathe life into men.
The stars... I'll reach them.

It didn’t work.

Fuck, was the only word that came to the teenager’s mind.

Ryuusei Igarashi could be cold-blooded, but having his counter-attacks be consistently blocked or better countered was beginning to get frustrating. He wouldn’t allow such a common emotion take over him – afterall, Ryuusei had to die in order to think that he had no chances remaining or no more tricks to pull.

Daimon Darren stuffed both “kick” and trip and was now launching his own attack, looking to claw onto its prey’s weak and exposed wrist. As he was seeing the arm approaching, time froze. Ryuusei was now in a limbo of consciousness, a place inbetween existence and the outside world. It was the second time that he entered this imaginary space, the first having been at the Honey Honey Maid Café. That time it was Yoruhi that had gotten him out of it… There was no Yoruhi this time. Besides, he was in a middle of a fight.


A field of white flowers. In the middle a white piano. A completely diferente scenario from the last time, a completly diferente feeling aswell. Sitting on it a person. It had a white dress and a flower crown on its head. This person had the form and curves of a beautiful young woman, but it was impossible to see who she was due to the shadow hovering her face. A bare footed Ryuu sat among the flowers and near the piano, looking at the delicate fingers of the female as she played each key of the instrument with care and a delicate touch.

You sure are growing up fast, she said, her voice mesmerizing.

You think?

Of course. A few months ago this fight would’ve been long over and there would not have been no fire inside your chest. It’s a pretty sight to look at, if I’m honest – the body of a warrior taking shape.

Ryuusei was wearing no shirt.

There was a fire against Jasmine though. I have the scars to prove it.

That was wildfire. Rebel in nature, damaging even for the self. A fire that came from pride and wanting to make a statement. This one is smaller, maybe even weaker, but yet so etherial, blooming with so much potential.

You think that it will go out?

No, this one shall never be put to rest – she replied – It can become as tiny as a pebble, but even then it will be waiting for the chance to rise once more. A fire created by storm and that shall set alight even the sea. They used to make fun of you by calling you Susanoo, isn’t that right?

Ryuusei didn’t reply to the rethorical question. Instead, he was feeling movement. Abrupt, violent – a movement that didn’t come from him. He asked as he stood up:

Do you think that I’ll win?

The reply was simple.

You probably are not going to. But I also don’t think you’ll give up.


Darren had a grip on both of Ryuu’s wrists and was throwing him to the ground with yet another judo-type throw.

Was I out?! Ryuusei asked himself, wondering if the elbow had made that much damage.

Perhaps it had. But, at the same time, Ryuusei had been fully-aware of what was happening. The proof of this was his right-leg, which he had open as far out as he could during the time that his body was suspended. Why did he do that? His blurry vision took in the move being applied, the positioning that both bodies would have upon landing. Those blurry eyes caught the opening that the body had seen by instinct – the street-cat really hadn’t eaten a proper meal in months.

Darren was going to land on his back, atop of Ryuusei’s body. The momentum would mean that he, if he didn’t make na effort to stop it, he would roll until he was on his knees, back facing the sky. He was also holding Ryuu’s wrists, which meant that Ryuu’s body would accompany the momentum of Darren’s.

This is why I opened my leg.

Yes. Darren’s throw was a good one, but in the moment that he also hit the floor his back would be completly exposed for Ryuusei to take. Ryuu had opened his leg for it to be in the outsider of Darren’s body when they landed, it’s purpose to take that back-mount. Ryuusei didn’t need to do much for it, in reality. Being grabbed by Darren he would just need to make use of the momentum of the throw to also keep rolling instead of caving in to the natural reaction of stopping his own body. The right leg on the outside of Darren’s body would help to set up the mount and control the momentum of the roll, making sure that Ryuusei would find himself on the back of Darren. As for the left-leg, Darren’s throw already worked in a way that made the limb be on the right spot for the mount that Ryuu was looking for It was basic Kuroneko: the move really wasn’t that special, it was just a simple and quick understanding of the mechanics of the throw and taking advantage out of the physics of the momentum and rolling generated by it. In simple terms, Ryuusei was just finishing Darren’s own move, giving continuation to it in a way that worked against Darren himself. He had just moved one leg but, if Darren wasn’t quick enough to understand Ryuusei’s, that one movement would be enough – especially since Darren’s throw had the weakness of making himself suspend in the air for a moment, moment in which Ryuu took the opportunity to make the move with his right-leg.

If it was successful, Ryuusei would find himself in a pretty good spot.

However, his wrists would probably be restricted by Darren. Due to this he wouldn’t be able to attempt the rear naked choke he would normally go for – it would be like Darren was defending against it even before finding himself in the back-mount. But Ryuusei still had something real precious on his left-hand: the knife. In such close quarters, even with his wrist tied up, Ryuu would only have to point the blade upwards in order to make it touch Darren’s skin. It would be game-over.

Or would it?

Notes: ---
Words: 1,051.
Tags: Daimon Darren