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Once again in the campus park area of the collective, Steven trained. Unlike normal though he was not on the side nearest his own dorm at O'Hare, and had seemingly gravitated nearer the John C. Fremont High School side of the park. He didn't really like it over here, students from the high school seemed to be more violent in his opinion.
The sight of Steven would have been a strange one. Standing in a stance that many would have mis-thought of the origin. To most Steven would seem to be standing like a boxer, but with his hands opened instead of in fists. To those who looked closer then that, would see the position of Steven legs, and how they resembled that of a Mauy Thai fighter.
Out of both of those assumption would be completely wrong. Steven style was he own and no other, and once the slim man moved. Steven charged at a nearby tree. It would look mad, for a man to jump from what had looked like a Mauy Thai stance, to a leap toward the ground, in a forward flip.
Feet meeting the ground as they came down like springs and launching back into the air, in a somersault, bring a his right heel straight toward the tree in a flying Axe kick. Aim slightly off Steven continued to move into the tree slamming into it.
Dropping to the ground, in a heavy lump, Steven tried to get to his feet as quickly as possible brushing himself off with his hands and looked around hoping no one had saw that. "Maybe I should take some lesson in something, sometime." Steven said to himself leaning against the tree.
Turning around and sliding down the tree, Steven looked around again a, few people where walking down the paths nearby. Heading both toward and away from the high school. "Guess, I'll get back to it." Steven muttered to himself yet again and got to his feet slowly. Choosing not to use any more air based moves, turning to the tree to practice fighting yet again.
He was jogging around the grounds at the time, his headphones in and blaring as he let his feet carry him across the campus grounds in a firm, steady pace...Most days he preferred to leave the grounds altogether for a longer run, but he had papers due in a few days so he'd elected to trim down his run and spend some more time studying, thus forth staying within the grounds removed the temptation to go further than he usually would.
For the most part, he ignored the smattering of students he came across as he ran, focusing instead on getting to the end of his run so he could go and finish that lousy History paper. However, as he looped around past the Fremont grounds he spotted the youth using the tree as a 'training post' of sorts.
Badly.
He winced with a raised eyebrow at the aerial assault gone wrong and slowed his pace, dropping to a walking speed as he plucked his headphones from his ears and stood around twenty feet from the other youth. He didn't catch any of the words, though he caught his lips move, and took a few steps off the pathway onto the grassed area.
"You know, a punching bag in the gym might be a better idea for you..." he mused lightly as he approached.
Steven turned his head to look past his shoulder at the source of the voice. Heading toward him Steven saw someone approaching him. Steven didn't really know what the guy was getting at though. Punching bags were just annoying. Not only did the feel unnatural but they where just to soft to get across what a mistake would be like in a real fight.
The tree, was better, if he made a mistake it hurt and as such he learned from those mistake, eventually Steven would be able to pull that kick off without falling to the ground afterward. but that required practice. "Why, do you know there is a history of people using tree's to train against." Steven said returning to look at the tree.
Taking a large slid of a step with his leading foot, his other following Steven brought a hand at the tree, in a uppercut palm strike against the the tree causing some bark of the plant to break and fall to the grassy ground below. "I can't remember who done it first, but I know people practicing Maui Thai train against banana trees." Steven said loudly so it could be heard over the impact of his other hand, hitting the tree, cracking more bark.
"Really though, I do it just so I don't have to pay to join a gym." Steven said, it wasn't exactly true, in truth it had become a habit for him. One that even if he did get the money he probably wouldn't bother with joining when he could do this for free.
He shrugged his shoulders in a moment of being taken aback, both by the accent and the remark given, and the subsequent 'crunch' of slightly dried bark falling off the tree from where the youth was hitting it. Eventually, despite the almost 'know-it-all' comment the youth just jibed that it saved paying for a gym membership. He didn't subscribe to any gyms full-term. Mostly he just showed up and trained, and 99% of the time nobody bothered him because he simply came in, used the weights and left. No conversation, no milling around, all business.
However, he still trained as he had back in Bangkok where possible. There was more than one bark-shorn tree in the area thanks to him....
Glancing past the boy, he spotted another tree, similar to the one taking the beating just now, and sidled over to it. He sized it up in his head for a second before his feet shifted, his first strike an elbow that smashed against the aged wood and caused a chunk of bark to dislodge, the second a close-quarters punch that split a large piece noticeably, and the last a full-power high kick that crashed against the wood, sending a bone-jarring 'thud' through the air as the pieces of bark crumbled under his kick.
With a small, wry smirk at the boy, he nodded. "That's true. The Thais still use Banana trees, we also use Palms because they can take a few more hits, wouldn't you know?"
He smiled amusedly as he waited for the reaction from the long-haired youth, folding his arms over his chest for a moment.
Steven mused over the comment for a few seconds. He hadn't know that Muay Thai practitioner also use palm trees, some of the time. The only reason he knew about the banana trees was that he had caught a few minutes of a program about martial arts and that was what was on the show at the time. Maybe if he had gone on watching he would have seen about the palm trees too.
"I didn't know that." Steven said plainly. Not seeing the smile, because when the guy had made his way over to another tree before speaking Steven had turn to look back at his own tree. Steven didn't see, how the man attack the tree because of that, but something about the comment had made his brain itch.
'We' The guy said, so did that mean this guy practice muay thai himself. The chance of that were slim but coincidences like that always seemed to happen. "So, Mauy Thai then?" Steven asked in a fashion stepping back away from his tree, and raising his leg and kicking the side of the tree about the height of his shoulders.
ooc: Eeeeurgh, sorry I was so late posting to this. =/ I've had a....busy couple of days.
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"Indeed..."
His remark was monosyllabic as the long-haired boy turned slightly with his kick, noting the dull sound the limb made against the wood. Aroon himself simply leaned against the tree he'd struck, crossing his legs and arms slightly as he observed the other boys efforts.
"....And yourself, because I'm guessing that's not Muay Thai...." he observed with a raised eyebrow. The form was reminiscent, but if it were to actually be Muay Thai he'd be shocked. Still, unorthodox as it appeared, it wasn't terribly ineffective. The kicks were landing with a decent amount of power, so he had the basics of movement down pat, but something still came off as 'sloppy' about his form.
"Are you self-taught?" he asked, an eyebrow raising curiously as he waited for an answer, or the lack of one if the other boy decided the conversation had run its course...