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26.Aug.12, 11:36 PM
Why, the nerve!!When Sand fought back, T'shiro's grip released enough tension that he wouldn't actually shatter any joints or dislocate the man's shoulder. He didn't need healers on his case about getting too rowdy with potential candidates, even if this one did seem to be more trouble than he was worth.
The Bronzerider's eyes narrowed, his focus seeing through each of Sand's movements and every shift in his stance. The Bronzerider's arms came up, deflecting each blow, giving himself time to consider how he wanted to take Sand out. In all honesty, if T'shiro'd wanted to destroy him right then and there, it would have been over in a matter of three or four seconds. But such was not the case, and T'shiro was being lazy with Sand. The fact that he'd given Sand the time to even get off the floor was testament to the fact he knew Sand posed no real threat to himself and that he could be in full control of the situation at any moment if he so desired.
After all, there was no way such wild swings or an attempted grab would make contact with T'shiro unless he meant it to. T'shiro was too well-trained for that. There was no need for him to exchange the acceptance of a blow for a strike in this case either; this was pathetic.
Once he'd gotten the feel for his opponent, understanding in Sand's case there would be no reasoning with him, T'shiro decided just how he would handle the man.
When Sand's arm extended for a grab, T'shiro rammed his foot into the man’s gut again at the same time he took hold the man’s left arm just below the elbow. Letting himself fall back, he used his own weight and Sand's unstable stance to take the man with him. Before they could land however, T'shiro's leg swung up to hook the backside of his opponent’s neck, forcing Sand into a sideways and downward roll that took him to his back. The Bronzerider rolled with him, pinning Sand in place with the vice-like hold of both legs that now wrapped around him from behind in a position that would have seemed very awkward. Sand’s left arm was torqued weirdly with his elbow through the fulcrum of T'shiro’s hip, so when T’shiro laid back, straightening Sand's arm as he went, an excruciating pressure applied to the weak elbow joint.
Sand was now completely immobilized on the ground. T'shiro had control of his torso and legs in such a grapple, and Sand's arm should have become a distraction for him because of the pain... if T'shiro increased the pressure any further, he could completely destroy Sand's elbow by shattering the joint.
"Stop fighting, you stubborn..." T'shiro growled through gritted teeth, a little frustrated by the insolence Sand displayed. "I don't want to break your arm! Don't make me knock you out either, you wherry-brained shit?!"
T'shiro would hold Sand in that position tirelessly until the man relaxed and stopped fighting. There was nothing else Sand could do but comply at that point. If he struggled any more, he might just never use that arm again... not for dragon riding...not for hunting...
The Bronzerider's eyes narrowed, his focus seeing through each of Sand's movements and every shift in his stance. The Bronzerider's arms came up, deflecting each blow, giving himself time to consider how he wanted to take Sand out. In all honesty, if T'shiro'd wanted to destroy him right then and there, it would have been over in a matter of three or four seconds. But such was not the case, and T'shiro was being lazy with Sand. The fact that he'd given Sand the time to even get off the floor was testament to the fact he knew Sand posed no real threat to himself and that he could be in full control of the situation at any moment if he so desired.
After all, there was no way such wild swings or an attempted grab would make contact with T'shiro unless he meant it to. T'shiro was too well-trained for that. There was no need for him to exchange the acceptance of a blow for a strike in this case either; this was pathetic.
Once he'd gotten the feel for his opponent, understanding in Sand's case there would be no reasoning with him, T'shiro decided just how he would handle the man.
When Sand's arm extended for a grab, T'shiro rammed his foot into the man’s gut again at the same time he took hold the man’s left arm just below the elbow. Letting himself fall back, he used his own weight and Sand's unstable stance to take the man with him. Before they could land however, T'shiro's leg swung up to hook the backside of his opponent’s neck, forcing Sand into a sideways and downward roll that took him to his back. The Bronzerider rolled with him, pinning Sand in place with the vice-like hold of both legs that now wrapped around him from behind in a position that would have seemed very awkward. Sand’s left arm was torqued weirdly with his elbow through the fulcrum of T'shiro’s hip, so when T’shiro laid back, straightening Sand's arm as he went, an excruciating pressure applied to the weak elbow joint.
Sand was now completely immobilized on the ground. T'shiro had control of his torso and legs in such a grapple, and Sand's arm should have become a distraction for him because of the pain... if T'shiro increased the pressure any further, he could completely destroy Sand's elbow by shattering the joint.
"Stop fighting, you stubborn..." T'shiro growled through gritted teeth, a little frustrated by the insolence Sand displayed. "I don't want to break your arm! Don't make me knock you out either, you wherry-brained shit?!"
T'shiro would hold Sand in that position tirelessly until the man relaxed and stopped fighting. There was nothing else Sand could do but comply at that point. If he struggled any more, he might just never use that arm again... not for dragon riding...not for hunting...
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