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Day 240 - [Boxing Intensifies]
Who: Ippo and you!
Open: Open
When: Day 240
Where: The Bastion - The New Kamogawa Boxing Gym!
What: [Muffled Boxing in the background]
Format: Will match
Warnings: None that I can think of
[It was finally done. Ippo couldn't help but let a small tear slide down his left cheek as he stared up at the spitting image of the Kamogawa Gym; for all the shards he'd spent, every last one had felt completely worth it. The feel of the wall as he placed his hand against it, the smell that washed over him as he opened that familiar door, the sound of his feet squeaking against the floor as he entered...it was all exactly the same as he remembered it and in that moment, he couldn't have felt any more at home. Sure he was still on a tentatively floating rock in the sky, and sure nothing was ever going to bring back his world or all his friends from the calamity, but this was definitely as close to all that as he could get, and in that he was content.
He smiled with a sense of nostalgia as he climbed up into the sparring ring with a pair of gloves and closed his eyes; if he focused hard enough, he could almost hear the sounds of the gym come to life. The laughter, often muffled by the sound of leather meeting leather and jumping ropes slapping the floor in synced rhythm; the sound of constant movement and the coach's barking orders that somehow cut through the din like a sharpened knife. As he slipped the gloves on and strapped them up with his teeth, one might notice the most peaceful expression crossing his face in the 5 months he'd been here.]
"I'm home...!"
[Welcome, one and all to the Kamogawa Boxing Gym version 2.0! Not that it's really any different than the 1.0, but that's neither here nor there. Where is here are a multitude of things you can work out with! Heavy bags, speed bags, double-end bags, clothing bags! More bags than you can shake a boxing glove at! We've got lifting weights and jumping ropes! Or jumping weights and lifting ropes if you're into that sort of thing, no judgements! There's even a regulation sized sparring ring for all your training and dispute settling needs, complete with gloves and headgear for those tough to settle arguments like putting the seat down! So, to everyone who has any desire to get stronger, or is even just curious about the new building that's suddenly popped up, feel free to come on by!]
Open: Open
When: Day 240
Where: The Bastion - The New Kamogawa Boxing Gym!
What: [Muffled Boxing in the background]
Format: Will match
Warnings: None that I can think of
[It was finally done. Ippo couldn't help but let a small tear slide down his left cheek as he stared up at the spitting image of the Kamogawa Gym; for all the shards he'd spent, every last one had felt completely worth it. The feel of the wall as he placed his hand against it, the smell that washed over him as he opened that familiar door, the sound of his feet squeaking against the floor as he entered...it was all exactly the same as he remembered it and in that moment, he couldn't have felt any more at home. Sure he was still on a tentatively floating rock in the sky, and sure nothing was ever going to bring back his world or all his friends from the calamity, but this was definitely as close to all that as he could get, and in that he was content.
He smiled with a sense of nostalgia as he climbed up into the sparring ring with a pair of gloves and closed his eyes; if he focused hard enough, he could almost hear the sounds of the gym come to life. The laughter, often muffled by the sound of leather meeting leather and jumping ropes slapping the floor in synced rhythm; the sound of constant movement and the coach's barking orders that somehow cut through the din like a sharpened knife. As he slipped the gloves on and strapped them up with his teeth, one might notice the most peaceful expression crossing his face in the 5 months he'd been here.]
"I'm home...!"
[Welcome, one and all to the Kamogawa Boxing Gym version 2.0! Not that it's really any different than the 1.0, but that's neither here nor there. Where is here are a multitude of things you can work out with! Heavy bags, speed bags, double-end bags, clothing bags! More bags than you can shake a boxing glove at! We've got lifting weights and jumping ropes! Or jumping weights and lifting ropes if you're into that sort of thing, no judgements! There's even a regulation sized sparring ring for all your training and dispute settling needs, complete with gloves and headgear for those tough to settle arguments like putting the seat down! So, to everyone who has any desire to get stronger, or is even just curious about the new building that's suddenly popped up, feel free to come on by!]
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He'd only seen Takamura use a crisscross during his spar with Sendo, but it worked just fine here. The exchange was enough to throw him a little off kilter, so he would hang back for a few seconds to read what Ryu was going to do next.]
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[... Though splitting his guard might not have been the best idea.]
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Woah...
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[Ippo saw his moment, with Ryu stumbled backwards it was his chance for his sunday punch. He lowered himself and began to sway back and forth, his body tracing the sign of infinity as he built up as much centrifugal force as he could. Once he felt that familiar click, he shot upwards with a devastating right hook that was aimed directly for Ryu's face; if that hit, it would be followed up with left hook, the strikes repeating until he ran out of stamina or Ryu hit the mat.]
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Not that he was going to to back down, but he'd have to get his guard back first, which might take a few seconds considering the shock he was getting over.]
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He clenched his fist and swung hard in an upwards arc, the force he'd gotten from bouncing off those ropes, his fist aiming right for Ryu's liver with violent force.
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[Ryu crossed his arms in front of his face.]
S... we need to stop before... something happens.
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Are...you alright...?
[He said, clearly out of breath as he tried to orient his vision. Somehow, even with the headgear on, Ryu had managed to swell his left eye clean shut and he was a little dizzy, but beyond that he seemed fine enough for someone who'd just been beaten on by a half dragon god.]
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[He was a little bit out of breath, but other than that he was okay, at least physically.]
... If I let myself get... too carried away... I'm always afraid I'll hurt someone too badly. I've done it before. I've been trying to control the Kaiser Dragon form but... the anger is always there.
[He shook his head again and smiled a little.]
Though you were doing a really good job of wearing me down! I've been hurt by monsters before, but usually most mortals can't really hurt me in a fight. ... I mean I'm mortal right now, but still...
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[Ippo let his back rest against one of the ring posts as he tried to get his breath back. He knew that Ryu was one part dragon, but he'd never really considered him to be not a mortal before. Maybe there was some part of his story he wasn't aware of yet.]
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I see...and if we'd kept going, you would have transformed?
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[His voice went quieter. He didn't like thinking about that fight.]
They'd captured people, tortured them for information. Kicked them while they were down, especially the children... I lost control and transformed into the Kaiser Dragon, and I killed that captain and his summoned spirit without even really trying. I killed the whole squad of soldiers just by swinging my claw.
[He shook his head, trying to pull himself from the memory.]
Anyway, I don't think it would have been that bad... but I can hurt people easily if I don't watch myself.
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[Yeah Ryu, he trusts you but he'd rather not be gored by a magical death claw.]
Next time...we'll keep things light...sound fair?
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I think it might be because I'm not used to fighting like this outside of my hybrid form. The more comfortable I get the more I can control my reactions. If that makes sense?
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[He'd finally gotten some of his breath back and pushed himself away from the corner, though to be fair, he was a little curious as to something.]
You know...maybe we can work on something here. You said your most comfortable with swords, right?
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