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His opponent's counter to Dagos' Force attack was pretty hot chit. Not only did the pilot not pull a muscle, but he also avoided going down entirely by shifting his feet with the momentum of the pull attack. That was fething livewire footwork and it made Dagos heart sing. Footwork was everything! Dude, knew that chit too. It was obvious. The counter was a work of art. Something that came from three sources: The Force, instinct, or experience, but the way Fly Guy was forcing pressure while keeping away from Dagos power was more than preternatural ability, foresight, or muscle memory. It was beautiful.
The return volley of strikes was a choice.
Footwork was everything. Dagos went back. Not straight back, Dagos would never go straight back, chit was lazy and it meant you didn't think. Dagos took sharp measured steps angled off to his left trying to beat his opponent to where he was trying to go and keep him in range of something heavy from Dag's right side.
Fly Guy was t having that chit though and snapped a jab Dagos' way.
Head movement wasn't everything, but it wasn't nothin'. Dagos kept his head off center while Fly Guy poked in a jab trying to establish distance.
What the frell?
Was the first thought come to Dag's mind as a crackle of electricity danced across Fly Guy's knuckles, tickling Dagos' face. That chit was crazy.
Call it The Force, instinct, or experience but when Dag's opponent set his feet to fire something more purposeful than that jab, Dagos stopped his dancing footwork and launched a counter right.
Dag had expected to land his strike first, his hands was fast boy, but Seth was good, too good. Seth was able to sneak an elbow up into Dagos' midsection which the young Korunai took with a grunt and a grimace yet no other sign of discomfort which he was sure would come later.
They were too close together. Dagos worked better on the outside, moving, testing, wearing out his opponents and leaving them frustrated and touched up. Seth had turn this into close quarters though. Wasn't Dag's strong suit but he knew how to get down.
Dagos reached out with his left looking grab the back of Seth's neck, if you control the head you control the fight, and swung a sharp downward elbow of his own at Seth's head. It was the kind of strike that if landed in the right area wouldn't just discourage a sensible man from getting so close again but could very well bust a mutha sucka open with a cut above the eye.
Dagos would try to keep hold of Seth's head and follow up the elbow with a knee to the body.
Chit hadn’t stayed pretty for long. This fight was getting gnarly early and Dagos was here for it.
Seth Denko
The return volley of strikes was a choice.
Footwork was everything. Dagos went back. Not straight back, Dagos would never go straight back, chit was lazy and it meant you didn't think. Dagos took sharp measured steps angled off to his left trying to beat his opponent to where he was trying to go and keep him in range of something heavy from Dag's right side.
Fly Guy was t having that chit though and snapped a jab Dagos' way.
Head movement wasn't everything, but it wasn't nothin'. Dagos kept his head off center while Fly Guy poked in a jab trying to establish distance.
What the frell?
Was the first thought come to Dag's mind as a crackle of electricity danced across Fly Guy's knuckles, tickling Dagos' face. That chit was crazy.
Call it The Force, instinct, or experience but when Dag's opponent set his feet to fire something more purposeful than that jab, Dagos stopped his dancing footwork and launched a counter right.
Dag had expected to land his strike first, his hands was fast boy, but Seth was good, too good. Seth was able to sneak an elbow up into Dagos' midsection which the young Korunai took with a grunt and a grimace yet no other sign of discomfort which he was sure would come later.
They were too close together. Dagos worked better on the outside, moving, testing, wearing out his opponents and leaving them frustrated and touched up. Seth had turn this into close quarters though. Wasn't Dag's strong suit but he knew how to get down.
Dagos reached out with his left looking grab the back of Seth's neck, if you control the head you control the fight, and swung a sharp downward elbow of his own at Seth's head. It was the kind of strike that if landed in the right area wouldn't just discourage a sensible man from getting so close again but could very well bust a mutha sucka open with a cut above the eye.
Dagos would try to keep hold of Seth's head and follow up the elbow with a knee to the body.
Chit hadn’t stayed pretty for long. This fight was getting gnarly early and Dagos was here for it.
Seth Denko
