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YOLF:
Yusho
It wasn't turning out great. No matter how many times they went over the steps, of the balance of breath and the kind of mental progression necessary to pass from conscious control to mental detachment and evaluation, Roman's focus seemed to take insidious pleasure in throwing both of them off, and his stiff limbs in kicking out against his will when Yusho tried to use pressure points to help.
The exalted slumped out of the lotus position, shaking his head. "You're a bigger mess than I thought. Alright, we'll try again later," he said, and instantly Yusho leapt to his feet, bending his limbs one after the other. "You need a better grasp of your body now. Have you tried fighting anything? How often do you need to drink blood, are you aware?"
yinsukin:
Roman
Holy shit. Watching an old man move that quickly was weird. It defied everything he knew about old men. If he didn't know any better, he would say Yusho was 24 rather than whatever age range of old he actually was.
Roman shook his head and said, "No to all of the above. I know nothing about my body outside of a general feeling of stronger vitality and that I... can have sex a lot more now... Valarie has weird priorities."
YOLF:
Yusho
Yusho nodded. It's like that was all the answer he needed to formulate a plan of action. The plan in question became evident as soon as he bent his knees, spread his feet further apart, and positioned one knifehand slightly ahead of the other, facing Roman.
"Easy enough to figure out. Come at me," he said. "I won't channel essence."
yinsukin:
Roman
Roman nodded and grinned. Finally, he had an opportunity to show off his strength. "See just like the rest, looking down on me," he said, raising his fists. Knees were unbent and the arms raised didn't even cover his face. Really, it was as if his crappy boxing form was dedicated to protecting his neck.
Cocking his arm back, he rushed at Yusho, the attack aimed at his right cheek clearly telegraphed. "I'll put you in the ground old man!" he yelled, his fist shooting forward.
YOLF:
Yusho
Yusho inhaled, and as Roman stepped within three feet of him, slipped his right palm at the outside of his forearm, pushing. The former monk stepped to the side and Roman careened past without touching his face. Exhaling, he slammed his left palm on Roman's back, and his student went hurtling to the ground.
"Idiot. This is what I meant. Now that you've gotten a slice of what you wanted, you're narrowing your vision to a single tunnel."
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