TEMPLAR Training
Dec 13, 2005 14:00:03 GMT
Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2005 14:00:03 GMT
Silence. The wind swung past the base of the guardians tower, the grass blowing gently in this breeze. A dandilion head fluttered across the plains, dipping and diving around in the endless empty space. But it was not empty, for by the pilar which started its ascent to the guardians lookout, a figure stood, stock still, eyes closed, arms straight.
His new Gi, which looked like it had been through a thousand "Daz" washes, yet also had a shimmer of pale blue in the right light, was fluttering slightly with the breeze flowing around the base of the Guardians Tower. Jakole stood, his palms facing outwards from his downstretched hands. Every moment, a glowing globe shimmered into existance, only to dissapear into hiding within a second.
Anyone watching would have a different picture to the one you are probably imagining now. For anyone watching from more than 10 metres away would see hundreds and hundreds of Jakole's, floating and standing in fighting stances surrounding the young warrior. Since his return from the dimension of Volgondia, Jakole had firstly bought a new Gi, and secondly returned to the Guardians Tower. He had been standing here since his return, always charging, and releasing his Clones to strike when they saw fit.
His eyes were shut closed, he knew that enemies would always strike when you least expected it. And having stood stock still for the last month or more, he felt that his clones had got the idea.
After months of waiting, everything seemed to explode in one instant. At least 10 clones all dived in at once, shooting straight towards the TEMPLAR warrior. The first shot straight towards him, throwing a flying punch to his gut. The second was coming with a sweep kick, the third with a spin kick to the head. But this wasn't the explosion of action.
The punch was straight to it's target, but an inch before it hit, Jakole's eyes burst open. Leaning to the side, the fist glid past, and with a radar kick, the first clone was sent flying towards the lookout tower. As soon as he landed, Jakole flipped up, the sweep missing his feet by inches, and his heel was brought down towards the clones unprotected chest. An uppercut countered the third assailant, but this was only the beggining.
Smack! Another clone was dissapated. Crash! A fifth was countered. Crack! The next was flying through the air. Jakole spun mid combat, arm outstretched and fist clenching. Upon opening his arm, he grinned, as the dandilion head floated off on its path once again. 6 down, 994 to go.
His new Gi, which looked like it had been through a thousand "Daz" washes, yet also had a shimmer of pale blue in the right light, was fluttering slightly with the breeze flowing around the base of the Guardians Tower. Jakole stood, his palms facing outwards from his downstretched hands. Every moment, a glowing globe shimmered into existance, only to dissapear into hiding within a second.
Anyone watching would have a different picture to the one you are probably imagining now. For anyone watching from more than 10 metres away would see hundreds and hundreds of Jakole's, floating and standing in fighting stances surrounding the young warrior. Since his return from the dimension of Volgondia, Jakole had firstly bought a new Gi, and secondly returned to the Guardians Tower. He had been standing here since his return, always charging, and releasing his Clones to strike when they saw fit.
His eyes were shut closed, he knew that enemies would always strike when you least expected it. And having stood stock still for the last month or more, he felt that his clones had got the idea.
After months of waiting, everything seemed to explode in one instant. At least 10 clones all dived in at once, shooting straight towards the TEMPLAR warrior. The first shot straight towards him, throwing a flying punch to his gut. The second was coming with a sweep kick, the third with a spin kick to the head. But this wasn't the explosion of action.
The punch was straight to it's target, but an inch before it hit, Jakole's eyes burst open. Leaning to the side, the fist glid past, and with a radar kick, the first clone was sent flying towards the lookout tower. As soon as he landed, Jakole flipped up, the sweep missing his feet by inches, and his heel was brought down towards the clones unprotected chest. An uppercut countered the third assailant, but this was only the beggining.
Smack! Another clone was dissapated. Crash! A fifth was countered. Crack! The next was flying through the air. Jakole spun mid combat, arm outstretched and fist clenching. Upon opening his arm, he grinned, as the dandilion head floated off on its path once again. 6 down, 994 to go.