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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 1:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 2:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:02 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 4:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:56 pm
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۩∂eidrith۞фni۩
❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼
Chakra Pool: [110] OOC: [Out of Character Chat] Rank: [Genin] Class: [Taijutsu] Sub-Class: [Brawler] Mood: [Content]
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▶ ▶ ▶ ▶ ▶My Strength Lies in my Soul
Deidrith took a deep breath and gulped in the air. Reading over the next few techniques he nodded and took a few more drinks. He summoned up some pests to attack him while down. He was drunk and it was useful. He sat there for almost an hour getting kicked and punched in the face, groin, and everywhere else. Eventually he was able to do a decent job of fighting his own pests off. He kicked in the groin, threw up sand, threw punches to the knees. He did whatever it took to get up. He fought from on his back, all fours, on his sides, on his stomach. he wanted to make sure to cover everything. After he had covered that, he stood up and took a couple of more drinks before taking a quick break and continuing on.
Diedrith now practiced the headbutt. He had his forehead protector widened earlier in the day as well, to protect his head. He ordered his pests to line up. Several times he headbutted his pests under the influence of alcohol. Taking a drink with each successful one. He lined up about 10 pests before he had decided it was time to move onto a harder target. he moved over to the wall and began to headbutt the wall, increasing the strengths of his headbutts and registering the pain so he would be more used to it from now on.
Finally he was done with that technique and was about finished with Stage 2 of the drunken fighting style. He drank some more and more. He was down to three gourds now. He practiced the fluidity of his movement, the elegance of his walks while drunk. He practiced punching, kicking, retaining balance, meditating, all while in a drunken stupor. He was slowly getting it all. It was about the end of 2pm when he finally sat on his butt to take a break. He was sweating heavily and finally sobering up.
Even a Giant can feel◄ ◄ ◄ ◄ ◄
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:06 pm
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