Post by Miri Armago on Nov 25, 2015 10:25:07 GMT -8
Arms stretched above her head, Miri looks to the west. In the distance the Sun was almost gone. In an hour or so the glowing orb would disappear once again only to rise in the east tomorrow. Sunset meant it was time for her second training session, the first of which had been at dawn. Choosing the beginning of the suns ascent and the end of its descent had always worked for her, the same way it had worked for Master Puck. A natural clock that almost never failed to remind her of the goal she was reaching towards. With a smirk she plugs her earphones in, tapping the play button on her player before tucking in the back of her waistband.
Music filled her ear as the girl rotated her arms out to the side, moving in large circles to loosen the muscles. After a dozen or so rotations the appendages snap to position in front of her chest, fists clench in a casual stance. Lefts and rights followed, the combination of jabs, hook and crosses random in order, but with a purpose. Each one struck out at the invisible opponent she saw standing before her. Punch after punch snuck its way around the hypothetical guard of the fighter only she could see. Someone not experienced in such training or conditioning might wonder how many times you could practice a punch before the routine had no further benefit. That mentality alone would be an indication of their lack of discipline.
Soon kicks began to enter the lineup, followed by elbows and knee strikes. A girl in motion, Miri moves across the grassy plane she practiced on. Each step taken was deliberate, intended to take her around or at her opponent. Should there have been a real challenger at the end of her strikes, they would have been hard pressed to handle the assault. While forward and direct with her strikes, she was not so obvious in her chosen path to connecting. Feints and pulled strikes were part of the style, each meant to distract the eye from the true attack. Master Puck had always said. "The strikes that do not hit your opponent are just as important as those that do."
Gradually more movement took its place in her session, jumps and spins adding to Miri's arsenal. Ki aided in some of these, further strengthening her muscles, but she held that to a minimum. Her knowledge extended into more devastating uses of the energy within her body, yet this was not her property. The farmer who had let her spend a few nights in payment for work done around his property, no doubt preferred said property intact. Some of what she had learned during her tutelage held the potential for destructive force, even to the solid earth beneath her feet. She would not disrespect her host in such a way.
After the daylight finally faded, Miri came to a stop. Breathing a bit heavy from the extended exertion, she felt the sweat cooling on her skin. Hands placed on her hips, Miri's attention turned to the south, the direction of her island home. With her right fist pressed to the palm of her left hand, she bows in respect to the main who had taught her many of the movement she had just made.
Now it was time to clean up and rest for when the Sun rose, so would she.
Music filled her ear as the girl rotated her arms out to the side, moving in large circles to loosen the muscles. After a dozen or so rotations the appendages snap to position in front of her chest, fists clench in a casual stance. Lefts and rights followed, the combination of jabs, hook and crosses random in order, but with a purpose. Each one struck out at the invisible opponent she saw standing before her. Punch after punch snuck its way around the hypothetical guard of the fighter only she could see. Someone not experienced in such training or conditioning might wonder how many times you could practice a punch before the routine had no further benefit. That mentality alone would be an indication of their lack of discipline.
Soon kicks began to enter the lineup, followed by elbows and knee strikes. A girl in motion, Miri moves across the grassy plane she practiced on. Each step taken was deliberate, intended to take her around or at her opponent. Should there have been a real challenger at the end of her strikes, they would have been hard pressed to handle the assault. While forward and direct with her strikes, she was not so obvious in her chosen path to connecting. Feints and pulled strikes were part of the style, each meant to distract the eye from the true attack. Master Puck had always said. "The strikes that do not hit your opponent are just as important as those that do."
Gradually more movement took its place in her session, jumps and spins adding to Miri's arsenal. Ki aided in some of these, further strengthening her muscles, but she held that to a minimum. Her knowledge extended into more devastating uses of the energy within her body, yet this was not her property. The farmer who had let her spend a few nights in payment for work done around his property, no doubt preferred said property intact. Some of what she had learned during her tutelage held the potential for destructive force, even to the solid earth beneath her feet. She would not disrespect her host in such a way.
After the daylight finally faded, Miri came to a stop. Breathing a bit heavy from the extended exertion, she felt the sweat cooling on her skin. Hands placed on her hips, Miri's attention turned to the south, the direction of her island home. With her right fist pressed to the palm of her left hand, she bows in respect to the main who had taught her many of the movement she had just made.
Now it was time to clean up and rest for when the Sun rose, so would she.