Sorrel and Ash Craven
December 09, 2004 4:08 AM
After Hours by Sorrel and Ash Craven
Not that it bothered them in the slightest, but Sorrel and Ash Craven weren't sure they were necessarily allowed out here. It wasn't after curfew, and no one had said that students weren't allowed to make use of the pitch in their own free time, so they didn't see why they shouldn't. It wasn't even like they were going to be flying unsupervised, because they weren't going flying at all. This had just seemed the best place for sparring practice. The turf was softer and springier than their common room floor, and a lot less public. And the pitch held advantage over the gardens, as there was a lot more open space to fall into. Less chance of repeating the Defence Against the Dark Arts scenario...Sorrel and Ash squared up to one another, each one looking intently at their oponant, as if for clues. Sorrel was tensing her right leg slightly more, Ash observed, she was going to start with it. Besides that, it was her favourite move. It wasn't likely that it was to catch him out, becuase the fact she was tensing it more was subconsciouss.
"3..." she said.
"2," chanted Ash.
"1" they said together, flying towards each other. Sorrel did start of by swinging her right leg through the air, attempting to kick Ash in the side, but he grabbed her leg, twisting to try and throw her off balance. It worked, and she was twisted so she was facing the ground as she fell. She put her arms out to stop herself, kicking both legs appart to take Ash's out. He dodged the right, which came a fraction of a second earlier, but was caught by the left, which hooked behind his knee and made him crumple. Sorrel twisted into a sitting position, ready to pin him, but Ash was still kneeling. She blocked with her left hand as he sent a right hook at her, using her own right to duck under his arm and get his stomach while it was exposed. He was winded, and she paused, but he took a deep breath and butted her in the shoulder. Sorrel fell backwards, and Ash pinned her wrists, scrambling to get her feet with his own before she could impair his ability to reproduce. Sorrel struggled, trying to overturn him.
"Give?" he asked.
"In a real fight, you know I'd head butt you in the face now?" she told him. He nodded. "Or have kicked you where it hurts?" He nodded again. "Then... alright." He allowed her up.
"Your left leg needs more work," he told her. You can't kick it as high as your right. It makes it easier to dodge. Your right has to be stepped away from, which puts your opponant at a disadvantage, especially if you're on a cliff edge, but your left can just be jumped."
"You need to be more on the attack. You worry about catching your oponants moves more than you do about dishing out your own. Your first insinct was to defend my kick, not launch one of your own. You could easily have taken me out whilst I was off balance. And it would have been far more comprimising that your ever favoured twist."
"You're learning to combat that now," he nodded. "Now kick with your left leg as high as you can." Sorrel did. "See, that's as high as your right goes when you're fighting. If you concentrated on it more, rather than seeing it as a fall back weapon, you'd be deadly."
Sorrel returned the coaching, improving the speed and accuracy of his side kicks until she was satisfied he could completely floor her in a fight (if she didn't catch him out by kicking him in the head, with her knew improved left kick ability).
"From the top?" she asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Of course."
"3..."
"2..."
But before they could get down to one, they were interrupted...
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