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trans_92010-11-15 12:59 pm
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Back to Basics (Open)
Step. Arms go in, push out slowly. Feel the magic thrum through your arms, from the tips of your fingers down to the pads of your toes.
Negi glided through the motions of a more graceful art than the usual counter-based system of the various Kung Fu styles he had learned and refined over the months. Kung Fu had many motions and he was focusing on the task at hand.
Slowly, gracefully, his hand moved up as did his leg, guiding his "opponent" in motion: a cobra who flicked it's tongue out at him. The way of the Cobra was one of the rare few styles that required intense focus. True the snake wouldn't lash out at him, but it was still the art of moving the snake in the way he wanted to make certain that he was doing this correctly.
It almost looked like a cheesy standoff in a movie, seeing Negi with one arm outstretched and the other above his head like a cobra, his leg drew up to his waist and balancing on one leg. The practice was intense, quiet, serene in the Chinese mountainside he had drawn up.
Okay, maybe it WAS stereotypical.
The cobra had all of it's focus on him, as he moved his hands, guiding it into motion. Latin began to reverberate with power as he whispered, "Rastel Raskil Magister."
In a beat, he swapped to Ancient Greek as he added, "Kenotetos astrapsato de temeto."
The snake stood perfectly still as Negi drew up his finger, crackling with lightning as he pointed it downwards in a motion of intense concentration.
KRACK-THOOM!
The Axe of Lightning struck home and the snake exploded into coins. 1000 appeared over it's head as Negi relaxed slowly.
It wasn't the showy attack or the long hour he had spent staring and moving through the motions, but the practice. He needed to get back to basics.
Negi glided through the motions of a more graceful art than the usual counter-based system of the various Kung Fu styles he had learned and refined over the months. Kung Fu had many motions and he was focusing on the task at hand.
Slowly, gracefully, his hand moved up as did his leg, guiding his "opponent" in motion: a cobra who flicked it's tongue out at him. The way of the Cobra was one of the rare few styles that required intense focus. True the snake wouldn't lash out at him, but it was still the art of moving the snake in the way he wanted to make certain that he was doing this correctly.
It almost looked like a cheesy standoff in a movie, seeing Negi with one arm outstretched and the other above his head like a cobra, his leg drew up to his waist and balancing on one leg. The practice was intense, quiet, serene in the Chinese mountainside he had drawn up.
Okay, maybe it WAS stereotypical.
The cobra had all of it's focus on him, as he moved his hands, guiding it into motion. Latin began to reverberate with power as he whispered, "Rastel Raskil Magister."
In a beat, he swapped to Ancient Greek as he added, "Kenotetos astrapsato de temeto."
The snake stood perfectly still as Negi drew up his finger, crackling with lightning as he pointed it downwards in a motion of intense concentration.
KRACK-THOOM!
The Axe of Lightning struck home and the snake exploded into coins. 1000 appeared over it's head as Negi relaxed slowly.
It wasn't the showy attack or the long hour he had spent staring and moving through the motions, but the practice. He needed to get back to basics.
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She retracted her hand and backed away.
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