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genessia2015-04-06 04:43 pm
kienzankriller) wrote in genessia2015-04-06 04:43 pm
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[Action in the Park / Joint Post]
The day had been a fairly calm one, and the weather was perfect. Bright blue skies above, a nice gentle breeze, everything was perfect really. Krillin and Eighteen had been walking through the park like any other couple in the city, but stopped when they got to a nice wide open area away from any other park-goers.
"This a good spot for you?"
"As good as any, I guess."
Krillin nods, taking a few steps away from his wife before turning to face her, as they both take up fighting stances. Krillin takes a deep breath before launching himself forward, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches so fast that most are invisible to the naked eye. And yet, Eighteen makes subtle movements and shifts, blocking each blow that she doesn't outright evade. The first round of the flurry ends with the two punching and letting their fists crash together with enough force to cause a shockwave to wash over the area.
"You still good to go?"
"Hey, I'm not that bad. I've still got a couple rounds in me. You're up, hon."
Eighteen smirks slightly, eyes narrowing as she brushes a lock of hair back behind her ear. Once she does she lunges forward, with speed and strength that clearly outclasses her smaller husband, what little of her movements could be seen by the untrained eye. Krillin is definitely on the defensive and his face shows he's having trouble keeping up, but he doesn't say anything to stop the sparring match... until Eighteen flicks the back of his head with her index finger after appearing behind him, sending Krllin stumbling forward.
"You've got to cover your back. That's really the only opening I can find though, and that's small most of the time."
"Eheheh... You sound like Goku. The last time we sparred, he'd slip in behind me every round. Don't think I'm going to be catching up to either of you anytime soon, but I'm okay with that."
[OOC; Red is 18, blue is Krillin, replies can come from either or both. Spectators are very welcome! :D]
"This a good spot for you?"
"As good as any, I guess."
Krillin nods, taking a few steps away from his wife before turning to face her, as they both take up fighting stances. Krillin takes a deep breath before launching himself forward, unleashing a flurry of kicks and punches so fast that most are invisible to the naked eye. And yet, Eighteen makes subtle movements and shifts, blocking each blow that she doesn't outright evade. The first round of the flurry ends with the two punching and letting their fists crash together with enough force to cause a shockwave to wash over the area.
"You still good to go?"
"Hey, I'm not that bad. I've still got a couple rounds in me. You're up, hon."
Eighteen smirks slightly, eyes narrowing as she brushes a lock of hair back behind her ear. Once she does she lunges forward, with speed and strength that clearly outclasses her smaller husband, what little of her movements could be seen by the untrained eye. Krillin is definitely on the defensive and his face shows he's having trouble keeping up, but he doesn't say anything to stop the sparring match... until Eighteen flicks the back of his head with her index finger after appearing behind him, sending Krllin stumbling forward.
"You've got to cover your back. That's really the only opening I can find though, and that's small most of the time."
"Eheheh... You sound like Goku. The last time we sparred, he'd slip in behind me every round. Don't think I'm going to be catching up to either of you anytime soon, but I'm okay with that."
[OOC; Red is 18, blue is Krillin, replies can come from either or both. Spectators are very welcome! :D]
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He was utterly transfixed. What he wouldn't give to be able to do...whatever they were doing. He couldn't resist making the usual din of the peanut gallery, putting his fingers in his mouth and making shrill whistles.