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PouchA satisfied look was seen on Jikan's face as she looked down at the ringed out tournament fighter. Jikan wiped her hands as she walked out of the ring in victory, knocking the dust off of her hands as she moved with satisfaction. The next round of combat was soon on its way, with Jikan sitting down and relaxing, waiting for her next match.
From the matches that she was watching, the next match would be mutch more of a challenge in comparison to the last round. The fighters she watched had a lot more skill, a lot more power, and more importantly, had a lot more common sense and awareness. As it turned to Jikan's turn, she walked back onto the stage as the same time as her next opponent was.
This opponent was a young teenage girl. She was barefooted and was dressed in bandages wrapoed around her arms and legs. From that physical sign and her match that she saw brief glances off (she dozed off for a nap) the young lady was a fierce speedy warrior. She was young but she had a warrior's spirit and fighting prowess that put some of these men to shame. Jikan did not think of herself much of a 'true' fighter, but she believed that she could take care of herself in a hand to hand fight, at least better than the average person or martial arts practitioner. But, she may be over her league here facing this one. It did not matter though. Jikan was here to win, get some money, and experience. And she would fight and push herself past this obstacle just as she had done in the past.
The bell rang and both fighters inched closer in the ring, moving slowly forward toward each other before getting into striking distance of each other. The first strike came from the left hand of the girl, a straight jab that slid against Jikan's right forearm. After knocking her arm away, Jikan returned the attack by stepping forward and throwing out a kick from her left leg. The leg smacked against the lady's cross X guard, being pushed a few feet backward.
Wc: 368
Twc: 368
From the matches that she was watching, the next match would be mutch more of a challenge in comparison to the last round. The fighters she watched had a lot more skill, a lot more power, and more importantly, had a lot more common sense and awareness. As it turned to Jikan's turn, she walked back onto the stage as the same time as her next opponent was.
This opponent was a young teenage girl. She was barefooted and was dressed in bandages wrapoed around her arms and legs. From that physical sign and her match that she saw brief glances off (she dozed off for a nap) the young lady was a fierce speedy warrior. She was young but she had a warrior's spirit and fighting prowess that put some of these men to shame. Jikan did not think of herself much of a 'true' fighter, but she believed that she could take care of herself in a hand to hand fight, at least better than the average person or martial arts practitioner. But, she may be over her league here facing this one. It did not matter though. Jikan was here to win, get some money, and experience. And she would fight and push herself past this obstacle just as she had done in the past.
The bell rang and both fighters inched closer in the ring, moving slowly forward toward each other before getting into striking distance of each other. The first strike came from the left hand of the girl, a straight jab that slid against Jikan's right forearm. After knocking her arm away, Jikan returned the attack by stepping forward and throwing out a kick from her left leg. The leg smacked against the lady's cross X guard, being pushed a few feet backward.
Wc: 368
Twc: 368
