Zalgar's Dojo (2)

[Zalgar]

The first threads gotten pretty long so I'm asking that it be closed. Same rules, and a few more:

All powers besides Zalgar's do not function. The surpressive effect is as strong as that within the Ministry of Terror.

All characters who enter the dojo find themselves stripped of all weaponry. Said weaponry mysteriously returns after they leave the area.

All characters find any enhancements they have function as their normal, flesh-and-blood counterparts would.

Any character who attempts to slay or harm another character (outside of the normal training excercises of course) find themselves suddenly teleported into the Ministry of Terror. No exceptions.

Time does not move within the dojo for those inside. Thus no matter how long you've spent in the dojo, not even a second has truly passed. This allows you to continue to post in the main thread while posting in the dojo.

Anyone who enters the dojo finds themselves seperated from everyone else and standing in a darkened room. This includes those that enter together.

Anyone can request a match with anyone else inside the dojo.

If I am not on one can set their own specifications for a match and train with another by yelling out the specifications. The dojo will change accordingly.

Any of the characters I play you may challenge in the dojo. PM me for a list.

[Heaven-lee]

Heaven-lee decided the best route to take was to let go and roll away to regain her posture. Heaven-lee caught her breath, "Was that any better?" she really wanted to know.

[Zalgar]

"Yes, but remember, I am also a master of improvisation. While your techniques should be quite successful against other opponents, I am no ordinary opponent."

I crouch low, my hands extended.

"Now, let us see your ability to go on the offensive."

[Deja]

Deja calmly walks into Zalgar's dojo and sits.
Im here for some training, Master Zalgar.
((If it was nessecary to make a #2, it must've been good.))

[Zalgar]

I appear beside Deja.

"How may I help you?"

[Heaven-lee]

Heaven-lee nodded once. Then went in on the offensive.

She rushed towards him, preparing to punch, but then flipped on one hand, attempting to kick him and have her other hand grab his legs to bring him off balance.

[Zalgar]

I drop down and sweep at the arm Heaven-Lee is supporting herself with when her feet fly into the air, dodging under the attack and countering with one of my own that should send her sailing into the wall, spinning all the while.

[Heaven-lee]

Heaven-lee hit the padded wall(I just remembered I asked for those...*padded room*) and slid down it. She picked herself back a little slowly. Even if the walls were padded, it was a pretty good hit. She stood again, and began to run back towards him and brought up a spining kick of her own hoping to get in among the spinning fray...

[Zalgar]

I jump back and kick out with my legs when she touches down on the ground, using the moment of imbalance the kick provides to counter the attack.

[lazy Heavenlee]

As the counter attack hits, she is thrown off balance, but uses it to drop low and proceed to kick at his legs, in another attempt to throw him off balance.

[Zalgar]

As Heaven-Lee's legs connect with my own I pitch forward into a roll, rolling twice and leaping back onto my feet, my balance recovered.

"Not bad."

[Heaven-lee]

Heaven-lee flipped back up to a standing position.
"Thank you." she replied in a breathy tone. She was actually getting a very good workout. The hardest one she's ever had. But she wasn't about to reveal that.

She positioned herself with her right foot a step ahead of the other and her body slightly to the left. She held both arms in front of her, her hands straight to prepare for the next oncoming attack.

[Zalgar]

I come in low, sweeping at her leg.

[Heaven-lee]

Heaven-lee jumped and back-flipped away before coming to the padded wall and jumped back/propelled from it and landed behind Zalgar. Then went in for a kick in the side...

[Zalgar]

As Heaven-lee hits the wall, I run forward after her and run up the wall, jumping off of it and propeling myself forwards with a flying kick, calculated to strike when she lands.