Balance

[Tichondrius Illitharis]

Tichondrius simply danced away from Henric's kick, then he launched himself forward in a strike towards Henric's midsection, left hand coming in a straight punch, as his right curved round to hit Henric's ribcage. At the last instant, he turned his left hand into an open palm, twisting the palm as he came ever closer to his stomach.

 

[Henric Lee]

Henric's erratic Chinese style of fighting was proving it's point. He held himself up, as if in a swagger, then dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap as the right punch came forward, dodging it in a rather roundabout fashion. At that moment, his eyes flashed open, alert, as if a drunkard that had cold water splashed over him to wake him up. His palm swiveled on the ground and his entire body was flung upwards by the momentum of his palm thrust to the ground, sailing above the air, he made to grasp hold of Tichondrius's incoming palm and twist it upwards to cripple him.