Following their meal and touring around the tribe. Arthur now found himself standing across Cisse in a large sandy circle outlined in white in the military zone's training grounds.
Bare-chested and sweating slightly courtesy of hot afternoon sun. Both Arthur and Cisse calmly examined each other as both party's anticipation began to build.
As for how they got to this, during their tour, Cisse abruptly stopped, turned around, and flashed Arthur his widest grin as he asked. "Hey, wanna spar?"
Thus leading to this scene.
Taking a breath as he sized up Cisse, Arthur watched as Cisse raised up five fingers.
"The rules are simple. This spar is purely hand-to-hand combat. No RE usage, and it's turn-based. You get five moves to attack, and your opened can only defend. And defense as in blocking and deflecting. Counter attacks are only allowed after an opponent has used up their five moves. Oh, and each contact counts as a move. Annnd that's pretty much it, all good?"
Slightly narrowing his eyes in focus, Arthur nodded.
"Oh, and the loser is whoever gets kicked out of bounds," smiled Cisse. "Alrighty then, ladies first."
"Hm."
"Hehe."
WHOOSH!
Wasting no time, Arthur moved, and in a second appeared a half a meter in the air beside Cisse with a punch primed.
WHOO!
In a swift movement, Arthur's punch raced towards Cisse.
"Oh! You're fast!"
With a smirk, Cisse immediately moved as his left dashed towards Arthur's incoming fist.
THUH!
Deftly, the back of Cisse's fist swept past Arthur's fist, quickly smacking into Arthur's wrist. One.
THUH-THUH-THUH-THUH!
Not stopping there, Cisse proceeded to smack the length of Arthur's incoming arm, deflecting it further away. Two. Three. Four. Five.
"You little-"
Noting what Cisse had just done, Arthur couldn't help but curse as he braced his left arm for an incoming kick from Cisse.
THUM-WHROO-FWIP!
Taking Cisse's kick full-on, Arthur utilized its momentum to horizontally spin away from Cisse. Purposefully rolling in the sandy for a bit before flicking himself into a squatting position. One.
WHOOSH!
Just as Arthur stood up. Cisse appeared in front of him.
WHOO!
Instantly, Cisse sent a kick flying.
WHOO-WHEH!
Moving both arms to receive the kick, Arthur immediately sensed something wrong as the expected impact never occurred. Instead of a direct kick, Cisse's kick had actually shifted to the side of Arthur's head.
Seeing this, Arthur immediately adjusted his guard, only for Cisse's kick to shift its target to Arthur's rib side.
WHEH!
Again, just as Arthur's guard was in place, Cisse's kick shifted lower.
THUH-THUH-WHOOSH!
Unable to guard between the rapid switch in targets. There wasn't much Arthur couldn't do, as Cisse's kick connected with his left knee forcing a drastic shift in his sense of balance. Immediately followed by a roundhouse kick, sending Arthur flying high into the air. Two. Three.
As for what Cisse had just done, he simply maintained the full momentum of a kick within his knees and simply shifted the kick's target wherever he wanted. Interestingly, instead of losing momentum, the kick actually built more as it shifted downwards with each target change. As for how something like this is possible, who knows, but it does seem like something someone who has never thrown a punch at another person would come up with in their spare time for its 'cool' factor.
WHOOSH!
Wasting no time, Cisse appeared above the flying Arthur with an ax kick.
THUH-WHOOSH-TUSH!
Receiving the kick, Arthur was immediately sent racing toward the ground. However, rather than crashing into the ground, Arthur simply flipped himself onto his feet as his gaze locked onto Cisse, who had currently rolled himself into a ball in the air. Four.
'Building momentum, are we?'
WHOOSH!
Pulling himself out of his ball, Cisse immediately began an ariel dropkick.
THUM!
Braced, Arthur received Cisse's drop kick with his left arm first before receiving it further with his right arm. Five.
FWOO-FWIP!
Seeing Arthur deflecting him towards the ground with his right arm as he reached towards him with his left. Cisse reacted immediately, using Arthur's arms as a platform to flip himself away.
Landing a bit away, Cisse flashed Arthur a smile. "Not ba-"
Step.
Before Cisse could finish his words, Arthur appeared before him.
"What the fu-"
THUM - "COUGH!"
Unable to react in time, Cisse received a full punch to his abdomen, releasing a forceful cough. One.
Not stopping there, Arthur maintained the contact as he followed through with his punch sending Cisse flying.
Step.
THUM-FUUSH!
Appearing above Cisse, Arthur immediately sent the flying Cisse blitzing towards the ground with a cleaving kick, causing up a large plume of sand to fill the air. Two.
WHOOSH!
Following through, Arthur descended with a dropkick.
Dazed, Cisse laid sprawled across the ground. However, at the last second before, Arthur's kick made contact with his chest.
THUH-THUH-THUH!
Cisse simply shifts his body away with a light laugh. Before rapidly touching up Arthur's leg three times. Three. Four. Five.
WHROO-FWIP!
Rolling away quickly, Cisse quickly flicked himself onto his feet as his eyes suddenly flashed with fervent curiosity.
"Woah, that, that movement technique…." Breathed Cisse as he stared down at his feet. "Hmm, let's see."
"Huh!?" abruptly Arthur as confusion danced in his eyes, his gaze fixed on Cisse, who now stood a few meters away.
"What are you on about? "Asked Arthur, not really caring much that Cisse got away but very much concerned with Cisse's sudden train of thought. 'Is he actually thinking of –'
"He did something like this, and something like that, and something…." Mumbled Cisse as he raised a foot, much to Arthur's sudden dismay.
"Oi, idiot don-"
St - -.
BOOOM-WHOOOSH!
Just as Cisse's foot touched down, a massive plum of sand suddenly filled the air, followed by the flash of a dark figure high into the air.
"AAHHHHHHH! ARTIE! ARTIE! HELLLPPP!"
Seeing this, a dumbfounded look couldn't help but appear on Arthur's face. "This, this dumbass! SHIT!"
Just as Arthur was about to circulate RE, he suddenly felt a firm hand rest on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I got this one," came Kwame's firm voice.
WHOOSH!
With a leap, Kwame blitzed into the air toward the airborne Cisse.
Reaching Cisse in a few seconds, Kwame grabbed Cisse by his waistband before bracing himself for a landing.
Descending about a fourth of the way down, Kwame abruptly released Cisse before swiftly smacking him down.
BOOM-TUSH!
"OW! What was that for?"
"Dumbass! What did your father tell you about trying random techniques you don't know jack about."
"Oh right!" Awkwardly laughed Cisse.
"He did say something about that." Continued Cisse as he scratched the back of his head with a cheeky grin.
Hearing Cisse's response, Kwame forcefully closed his eyes as he took a very deep breath. "YO-"
KURU-KURU-KURU-KURU!
Just as Kwame was about to dig into Cisse, the sound of galloping horses suddenly filled the training area. Immediately followed by the booming voice of a young man.
"Urgent news from the battlefront!"