1 Jun 2020, 06:15
Blood, Sweat, and La Comida~
For someone who didn't enjoy being Indoors all the time, nor sees the thrill or allure in homework like some, it was no wonder that Emmanuel made it a habit of his to wander around the school grounds frequently. One to fight away boredom and two, fight. This of course didn’t mean he went around picking fights with the other students, though he wouldn’t back down in such a situation either, no instead it was more so ‘shadow-boxing’ with himself to keep up with the skills developed while in the Caribbeans and then London when the family moved. Oh what did this shadow-boxing consist of? Simple kicks and punches of course, the occasional elbow and knee to mix things up. Oh what style? A bit of Gwon-Gyokdo and Muay Thai, one art being the means of attack and defense, while the other just added potential to lethal. Though as an eleven year old runt, his strength
and overall skill wasn't too great — however he was still rather skilled.
From the crisp air to the stone and dirt crunching beneath his feet, Emmanuel was currently extremely content, lost in his own imaginary opponent, dishing out strikes and kicks that were just as fiercely returned. The sun rays annotated the sweat that glistened from his brow. Sun-kissed skin getting more caramelized by the minute. Anyone from close and afar could see how serious he was about this practice, some would call it pointless, martial arts in the wizard world? Crazy right? Well this particular student had a wild fantasy to be a wizard who mixes both together, of course he wasn't the first, but he'll be the best — what he believes anyway.
— Credit to @Breana Oliveire for fighting image, Ty
The young Trinidadian had been an lost the track of time, having gone through all that he knew and 'thought' he knew repeatedly til the point he could feel his joints and muscle scream in protest. But would an aspiring martial wizard back out of just a little pain? "Keh, like I'd wimp out now! Body don't fail just yet!" One, Two, Three, the count keep increasing for the amount of times he'd strike out with one hand, one legs, even two kicks. Until overall each limb would accumulate roughly 200 repetitive actions each. Clearly this was a small number, but he was a growing boy, so anything more would actually ruin his growth — potentially anyway. Tired and officially worn out, he sat down heavily with aloud Plop!, His back against a random tree.
" Ehh! Can't beilve i forgot about comida for once..Though that only means the food here isn't as enticing as Mamá." Snorting through his nose, Emmanuel got up, dusted himself off and headed back towards the school, not before he put his uniform back on of course.
and overall skill wasn't too great — however he was still rather skilled.
From the crisp air to the stone and dirt crunching beneath his feet, Emmanuel was currently extremely content, lost in his own imaginary opponent, dishing out strikes and kicks that were just as fiercely returned. The sun rays annotated the sweat that glistened from his brow. Sun-kissed skin getting more caramelized by the minute. Anyone from close and afar could see how serious he was about this practice, some would call it pointless, martial arts in the wizard world? Crazy right? Well this particular student had a wild fantasy to be a wizard who mixes both together, of course he wasn't the first, but he'll be the best — what he believes anyway.
Intense Breathing
— Credit to @Breana Oliveire for fighting image, Ty
The young Trinidadian had been an lost the track of time, having gone through all that he knew and 'thought' he knew repeatedly til the point he could feel his joints and muscle scream in protest. But would an aspiring martial wizard back out of just a little pain? "Keh, like I'd wimp out now! Body don't fail just yet!" One, Two, Three, the count keep increasing for the amount of times he'd strike out with one hand, one legs, even two kicks. Until overall each limb would accumulate roughly 200 repetitive actions each. Clearly this was a small number, but he was a growing boy, so anything more would actually ruin his growth — potentially anyway. Tired and officially worn out, he sat down heavily with aloud Plop!, His back against a random tree.
Stomach Growling
" Ehh! Can't beilve i forgot about comida for once..Though that only means the food here isn't as enticing as Mamá." Snorting through his nose, Emmanuel got up, dusted himself off and headed back towards the school, not before he put his uniform back on of course.
•Min• “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.”
― Sun Tzu
Stamina: 3│Evasion: 10│Strength: 5│Wisdom: 5 │Arcane Power: 2│Accuracy: 5