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Delliks shrugged, he certainly couldn't argue with that. "Okay the I guess I could show you a thing or two. Make you a more capable fighter." he yawned. The man bent down and picked up a rock, a teaching tool. "Is this dangerous?" he asked as he held it out for him to see, a small rock about te size of a bean. It was weak, a fragile rock almost at the point where Delliks could crumble it. He dropped it onto the ground and looked at it for a moment.
Aldon smiled at the man. Teach him? Doubtful. "Well, I suppose if you're good enough it could be an injuring tool, not deadly though. Unless the person is allergic to rock and you shove it down their throat." Aldon explained.
Delliks raised an eyebrow, "Allergic to rock? I am positive there is no such thing, unless they would have already died much sooner then you could shove it down their throat." he shook those ideas away to try and get back in topic. "So let me get things sorted out... You think that is dangerous if and only if it is made dangerous by someone capable of giving it a dangerous purpose?" he moved his head around, "Okay, I can grasp that." he nodded continuing to agree and think on it. "You don't think I'm capable do you?"
"Maybe with a sword, but not a rock. Burning it to ash before it got to me wouldn't be that difficult, after all." Aldon stated firmly and positively. ((Aldon and Leif may have to go bye bye as well... Maybe even Myra in favor of a physical combat character or two. So, Aldon may be okay. But... Yeah))
Delliks chuckled, "I meant capable of teaching you. Your nonverbals and a bit of your verbals would imply that you do not. We could spar, but only if you wish." He had made several intuitions from being with this boy. Hot headed, very, cocky, seemingly very, perhaps quick to anger, definetly a physical threat but would he have the mind behind it to make it capable of what it could be.
Typical youth... Wait what? He wasn't even that old! It sort of made him laugh, but then it was sort of sad. Was he old? In Core no, but was the age he was at old for someone in these lands? That thought struck him and...well it was quite sad. "Well if you are too worried about hurting me I don't see how you are going to better yourself. I am practically the best Corian around here." he smiled. "And I would judge age so harshly, my grandmother was able to storm into a whole village of thugs and take them down at the age of 70!" Of course once she got to 71 she was practically fused with the bed, her old and tired body finaly caught up to her.
"Well good for her. But you're old compared to me, and I'm sure I can out muscle you or even out pace you. If you wanna spar, try to hit me." Aldon said, cocky as ever. He was positive this man couldn't even touch him, let alone hurt him.
Delliks chuckled, "Try to hit you? That doesn't make sense and I'll tell you why. Already I now that you take a purely offensive style of fighting while mine is not." not to mention he was under oath and would not up and try to hit him, "But if you wish to get shown up by an old man then go ahead."
Aldon smiled at this. "Purely offensive, eh? Well, I guess you're right on that." He admitted. He always just wanted to end a fight quickly to get it over with. Then he thrust out his left palm straight for Delliks' face while simultaneoulsy going for a punch to his stomach, hoping that he's too focused on his face to block the stomach blow.
A hand into the face, breaking the nose and a fist to the gut adding force to the open palm. Both in the same plane however. Delliks grabbed the boy's wrists equally as quickly and stepped to the side as he pulled just enough to allow the momentum that he had already created continue. As he passed by he picked out the leg that Aldon was using to stand and lightly kicked the back of his knee, there was no way he wouldn't fall to the ground.
He picked up the pebble and flicked it at the back of Aldon's head. "You are from the farm yes?"
Aldon laughed to himself as he fell to the ground. While he was falling down he reached around quickly and grabbed Delliks' ankle and pulled as hard as he could. He was strong as he worked on a farm his entire life, so this was like getting pulled by a very in shape soldier. "Yeah. What about you?" He asked as he yanked the hardest he could.
As Aldon hanker in his ankle Delliks felt the chill of the cool air on his barefoot. He had pulled his boot and sock clean off! He chuckled after wiggling his toes he answered Aldon, "No I'm not from a farm, I've seen a ton though. Perhaps I have a metaphor that will speak to you. Your are certainly strong as an ox, but how do you get one of those to do te work for you on the farm? You use what it doesn't have.... A superior intellect. You're fast and strong but I must admit, lacking the know how. Lucky for you that's the teachable part eh?"
((ya know, I'm tired and don't wanna log out so im going to use this account. Screw it.))
Aldon threw the mans boot and sock aside, then sent a wave of heat towards his foot. It was enough to scorch skin painfully or at least get him sweating. He needed more techniques if he was to win in future battles, but he just simply laughed at the man. "Instinct overwhelms knowledge sometimes. When you use your superior mind, you over think things too much and the ox kicks you in the chest. That's the lethal part. It's finding the right balance that saves your life." Aldon said, standing back up and taking a boxing stance in an orthodox fashion. He sure as hell knew how to brawl.
((Delliks' jaw dropped as he watches the man turn into an elf before his eyes! Lol XD))
With how cold the air was beginning to get and the snowon the ground, Delliks didn't mind the heat Aldon was creating at all. In fact it was welcomed. He raises an eyebrow, "And you're saying a good mind would tell you to stand right behind an ox, giving it the opportunity to kick you?" maybe he had misjudged this boy... Maybe he need a lot of work on his mind? "A nice stance. Typical boxing footing and with those arms you would be a great boxer. Boxing wasn't meant to far well with the knees and legs though eh? Your stance is fine but I anyone knew exactly what it was you'd have troubles. There are some obvious weaknesses in the boxing stance."
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"No, I'm saying instinct will kick you the moment you go to latch the ox onto the cart." Aldon said, changing his stance to the fighting style that his mother had taught him before they had left Avaleur. "But you're correct, there's a lot wrong with the regular boxing stance. You knees and ankles are left wide open to attack. A few kicks and you can't use a knee anymore. However, then there's Muay Tai boxing. This requires the use of the legs in any circumstance, thus eliminating that weakness from the equation. The only weakness here is that there are no weapons involved." Aldon said. He awaited for the man's response before he decided on how and where to attack.
Delliks was pleasantly surprised, "Well then I am glad to find out you know more than what I thought, but you wanted to learn the way of the sword yes? I hardly think fighting like this well help you. You seem to know enough already."
Delliks raised his eyebrows as he tilted his head, looking at the boys muscled arms. "And you think that is your problem?" he chuckled, "Lad I would say that is the least of your worries! Get much more meat on your bones and you may lose some of your mobility from all of it." he shook his head imagining it. "Without a weapon strength isn't the essential bit anyway, you may think so, but it isn't. It's the reason. Why are you fighting and what fuels your muscles to fight. Forces are out there that we will never comprehend. They enter us and empower us to do remarkable things. You need to find one of them and let it fuel you."
