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Gil finds himself in a horse stance. He's standing on a log under the waterfall. His hands are outsrtetched holding pots that are overflowing from the water above him. His balance is wavering as is his grip. However, if prior sessions have taught him anything, its that giving up now won't result in a break...
He kept his eyes closed as he worked to clear his mind and remain focused on the task at hand. Diverting all energy and idle thought to the singular task of maintaining his stance. The cold cutting through his body and the pounding that the waterfall was giving him were compartmentalized. Every second was moving toward the next second that he needed to remain as he was.
He slowed his breathing and just focused on the current moment. He would last as long as he could. And tomorrow he would last longer.
His grip remains steadfast, but a quick movement in the leaves off to his right catches his eye as he hears something whizz through the trees his direction.
There was no way to block whatever was coming at him while maintaining his stance, his only option was to shift his head to try and avoid it from hitting him as he braced his body to for impact in case it hit his torso or legs.
An arrow cuts open his cheek as it plants into the tree on the opposite side. This man walks from out the brush, bow and a single arrow in his hand as he stops short of the water, taking aim once more in plain sight.
His jaw clenched as his flesh was sliced open, blood trickling down with the water as his Master emerged, bow in hand. His eyes fixated on the man, as he took aim with the arrow once again. This time when the arrow fired he'd throw the pot in his right hand at the projectile before lobbing the one in his left toward his Master. He doubted it would strike him, but it would buy him time to leap from his perch and engage. The training was going to be moving to a more active format now.
The pot shatters on impact with the arrow, the other pot following suit inches away from Gil's master as it struck the aura emanating off him. Gil's master, the Tekken, slid his right foot back, raising his hands and waiting to see what Gil engaged with.
Landing lightly on his feet he'd push in forward, opting for an aggressive tactic against The Master. Fighting defensively and drawing the session out would spell defeat no matter how he swung it.
He'd come in low, sweeping for his feet, mostly to keep the Master moving and off balance as he palmed the ground to shift as quickly as he could to get behind the older fighter. If he was successful he'd slam a knee upward toward his back as both his hands clapped forward to try and slam against his ears.
The master lifts his foot, avoiding the sweep. Gil does move quickly however, getting behind him. Gil pops up to throw a knee, but finds that the Master had closed the distance even more, having already started throwing a spinning elbow that would knock Gil off his one foot if it connected with his cheekbone.
He was able to react quickly to the small changes in his Master's movements, The hands that had been moving for his ear shifted direction and momentum to block the elbow enough to keep it from landing on his face. Though his balance suffered and he was forced to put his attacking leg down for balance before he fell.
A momentary setback however as he slammed his foot forward again for the back of his Master's knee, using the momentum of his forward movement with to push extra weight and power into his right fist as he sent it hurtling toward his skull.
When his foot makes contact its like kicking a steel post, but there's no resistance as he starts to drop to that knee. The punch aiming for the master's head however get's grabbed at the wrist as the master reaches over his right shoulder with his left hand. He bends at the waist as he drops to the knee from Gil's kick, yanking Gil over him and throwing him several feet in front of him in a modified shoulder throw.
Gilgamesh is thrown, though he twists his body while in the air to land without smashing anything important to the ground. And in a flash he was back up, and ready to change tactics. This time he'd extend his arms out to both sides, opting for longer range combat. He'd come to the master with his hands flattened like blades. Using his arms like a whip to strike at him.
"Ranged attacks, Alex?" The master looks at it with contempt as he throws a lighting fast punch, aiming to strike the tips of the fingers of the hand coming at him. If the attack was intercepted by the fist, Gil would find all the fingers in that hand dislocated.
He smirked as the Master threw the punch at his own attack, his wrist shifting toward the inside of the punch as he latched onto the arm yanking it toward him as he leaped from the ground, using it as a base to pull and swing himself toward his Master's face with another knee.
The master raises him forearm and the impact sounds like two baseball bats striking eachother, the years of body hardening Gilgamesh has been through paying off.
Gil lands back on his feet before the next attack comes, a low roundhouse kick for the side of his leg.
The elbow lands, but a few inches off its mark closer to the shoulder as the master leans in violently, landing a headbutt to Gil's face. If the attack hurt, the master didn't show it as he instead reaches out with a hand under Gil's attacking arm, literally grabbing a handful of his ribcage should he go unobstructed.
He grunted as the head slammed into his own. The master's hand finding purchase as Gilgamesh brought his legs up to kick at the Master's torso to help push him back before things could get worse.
Gilgamesh is strong enough to kick himself free of the hold, however his floating rib doesn't quite keep up as it cracks in the master's grip as Gil pushes off. Gil gains distance, allowed a moment's reprieve as the master simple closes his hand into a fist, raising it between himself and Gilgamesh.
He landed gracefully, a hand planting against the stone to keep his landing solid as his side erupted with pain. But his Master had taught him long ago that pain was only an illusion, a distraction. It was not something that would stop him. With a deep breath, he forced his mind to silence once more.
And as before he launched himself at his Master, pivoting and ducking in low as he brought a powerful elbow to bear against the other warrior. Angled upward for his Solar plexus using all the strength his body and momentum could bring.
His master meets the elbow with his own fist! The shockwave causes the leaves to rain down around them, the Master following up with a high left roundhouse for his head!
Gilgamesh would shift his arms to block and grab at the leg, the impact creating another large shockwave of force before he'd attempt to flip and throw his Master.
It takes some effort to lift the dense form of the master, but Gil is able to do it! However as soon as his other foot leaves the ground, it's thrown in another roundhouse for Gil's head, looking to enziguri him while his hands are occupied.
Gilgamesh was fast, but his Master was still faster, and the blow would land. Though thanks to years of physical conditioning and body hardening with the Master his skull wasn't caved in from the impact. Clenching his teeth so hard he thought his jaw would crack he'd work through the pain to throw his Master toward the waterfall.
The blow lands and it seems like time stands still following the shockwave. Gil manages to push through and the master sails towards the waterfall, disappearing into the crashing water.