Post by Daimon Darren on Jan 5, 2019 10:17:00 GMT -4
Damn, that Tsuruya girl was savage as fuck, Darren thought with a whistle before he left that pair to focus once again on Miku and Mira.
As instructed, Mira put more bite behind her attacks. Her jabs were sharper and carried more snapping power than before. The result was expected: Miku was forced to eat a couple servings of knuckle sandwich. “Arms up! Eyes in front!” shouted the delinquent. It sounded more like boot camp than encouragement. “Don’t flinch! And use your feet! Step to the side, don’t stay in place! Mira, pick up the rhythm, mix up your attacks. I want low kicks, remind her to use her legs.” He clapped his hands twice, violently, and he kept barking his orders loudly. “Come on! Mira, move it! Put some nerve in it! Beansprout, keep your head straight!” He found the nickname in the heat of the moment.
It was certainly an intense style of coaching, but it wasn’t without purpose. It was meant to get everyone’s adrenaline up and force them to focus in a stressful environment. Especially for the beginner Miku, it was important to plunge her head-first into the hectic reality of a battle, where every single one of your senses was assaulted. Careful concentration to watch the enemy’s every move, shouts coming left and right, the smell and taste of blood in your mouth, the fatigue in the muscles, the impact of every blow; on the battlefield, sensory overload was the name of the game, and if Miku couldn’t keep her head straight under the stress, she wouldn’t be able to progress to the next level. Of course, she wasn’t gonna learn it in a day, but it was important to teach her the lesson as early as possible.
Not losing an instant, Darren turned around to observe how things were going with Relena and Taylor. “Taylor!” he shouted, decidedly not making any exceptions. “Diversify your attack now! I want to see crosses and hooks n’ uppers!” He was about to shout that she’d get used to his rhythm and counter again, but then Relena ducked. “Watch your feet! Backstep!”
This one was a different kind of fight, more of a psychological one. Taylor clearly knew how to fight, but either he was having stage fright or he lost his cool in front of a girl. Either way, Relena was calmly blocking his attacks and countering. Yet if Taylor would keep a cool head and think on his feet, he may be able to bait the counter and turn it into a counter of his own by targeting his opponent during her recovery. Keeping a cool head was just as much a requirement on attack and on defense: knowing when to commit and when to pull back, when to throw your weight and when to stay on your toes, and most importantly, predicting the opponent’s moves. One couldn't fight if they threw 100% behind every shot. Such was the belief of Daimon Darren, and the one he wanted to impart to his fellow students today.
(ooc: last round before switching!)
As instructed, Mira put more bite behind her attacks. Her jabs were sharper and carried more snapping power than before. The result was expected: Miku was forced to eat a couple servings of knuckle sandwich. “Arms up! Eyes in front!” shouted the delinquent. It sounded more like boot camp than encouragement. “Don’t flinch! And use your feet! Step to the side, don’t stay in place! Mira, pick up the rhythm, mix up your attacks. I want low kicks, remind her to use her legs.” He clapped his hands twice, violently, and he kept barking his orders loudly. “Come on! Mira, move it! Put some nerve in it! Beansprout, keep your head straight!” He found the nickname in the heat of the moment.
It was certainly an intense style of coaching, but it wasn’t without purpose. It was meant to get everyone’s adrenaline up and force them to focus in a stressful environment. Especially for the beginner Miku, it was important to plunge her head-first into the hectic reality of a battle, where every single one of your senses was assaulted. Careful concentration to watch the enemy’s every move, shouts coming left and right, the smell and taste of blood in your mouth, the fatigue in the muscles, the impact of every blow; on the battlefield, sensory overload was the name of the game, and if Miku couldn’t keep her head straight under the stress, she wouldn’t be able to progress to the next level. Of course, she wasn’t gonna learn it in a day, but it was important to teach her the lesson as early as possible.
Not losing an instant, Darren turned around to observe how things were going with Relena and Taylor. “Taylor!” he shouted, decidedly not making any exceptions. “Diversify your attack now! I want to see crosses and hooks n’ uppers!” He was about to shout that she’d get used to his rhythm and counter again, but then Relena ducked. “Watch your feet! Backstep!”
This one was a different kind of fight, more of a psychological one. Taylor clearly knew how to fight, but either he was having stage fright or he lost his cool in front of a girl. Either way, Relena was calmly blocking his attacks and countering. Yet if Taylor would keep a cool head and think on his feet, he may be able to bait the counter and turn it into a counter of his own by targeting his opponent during her recovery. Keeping a cool head was just as much a requirement on attack and on defense: knowing when to commit and when to pull back, when to throw your weight and when to stay on your toes, and most importantly, predicting the opponent’s moves. One couldn't fight if they threw 100% behind every shot. Such was the belief of Daimon Darren, and the one he wanted to impart to his fellow students today.
(ooc: last round before switching!)