Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
Koa might be pulling his punches a bit, but he underestimated his power and how he'd been honing it all these years. That, or Kaisel was just that fresh and soft. Unfortunately, Kaisel did not have the luxury of being able to do anything but go all out on his cousin. He knew if he didn't mean it, then he wouldn't be able to catch the superior Dragoon. Still, he winced a bit when he felt his kick land on Koa; he had only aimed at the knees to put Koa on the defensive. No matter how much you trained, your joints would remain a weak spot, and Koa would be forced to act to rescue them. It had been closer than Kaisel wanted though — they could not afford serious injuries just from training.
As Kaisel snaps his leg back beneath him, he backs up, expecting retaliation. Koa's fast though, and Kaisel only has time to block one of the flurry of punches. The other grazes his blocking forearm, snaking past to buffet his chest. With a grunt, Kaisel swings back, his left hand reaching out in a jab for Koa's jaw. The leg, unexpected from Koa the boxer, breaks through and the force of it shoves Kaisel back a step. His abs tense in response to the blow, the muscles concentrating to protect the region. Kaisel grimaces, his side still aching from earlier, and the peppering of all the hits he's taking is starting to gnaw through his stamina. Sweat drips from his nose, but he's still grinning. He can get at least one more blow in before he calls uncle. He must push through this wall. If he stopped every time it got a bit hard, he'd never realize he could scale the wall after all.
So while Kaisel is catching his balance after the kick shoves him back, he quickly switches the position of his lead leg. It's a quick hop, a shuffle where his right and dominant leg is now the front one, leaving his left leg as the main stabilizer, and the main source of power. He does not linger long, knowing his energy is fading and that the window to catch Koa is shrinking. So as soon as he's done shuffling them, he leans to his right and pivots, his left leg sweeping out low to strike Koa's right calf. As soon as his left leg steps back to the ground, Koa pivots onto it and swings a right uppercut towards Koa's gut.
4/4 attack/defense
As Kaisel snaps his leg back beneath him, he backs up, expecting retaliation. Koa's fast though, and Kaisel only has time to block one of the flurry of punches. The other grazes his blocking forearm, snaking past to buffet his chest. With a grunt, Kaisel swings back, his left hand reaching out in a jab for Koa's jaw. The leg, unexpected from Koa the boxer, breaks through and the force of it shoves Kaisel back a step. His abs tense in response to the blow, the muscles concentrating to protect the region. Kaisel grimaces, his side still aching from earlier, and the peppering of all the hits he's taking is starting to gnaw through his stamina. Sweat drips from his nose, but he's still grinning. He can get at least one more blow in before he calls uncle. He must push through this wall. If he stopped every time it got a bit hard, he'd never realize he could scale the wall after all.
So while Kaisel is catching his balance after the kick shoves him back, he quickly switches the position of his lead leg. It's a quick hop, a shuffle where his right and dominant leg is now the front one, leaving his left leg as the main stabilizer, and the main source of power. He does not linger long, knowing his energy is fading and that the window to catch Koa is shrinking. So as soon as he's done shuffling them, he leans to his right and pivots, his left leg sweeping out low to strike Koa's right calf. As soon as his left leg steps back to the ground, Koa pivots onto it and swings a right uppercut towards Koa's gut.
4/4 attack/defense
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
