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Post by England on May 15, 2012 21:54:22 GMT -5
England immediately used the momentum of his punch to twist his upper body so that his arms could go down and shield his side from the kick. It hit him around the elbow area, making his bones rattle, but he paid it no heed and looped his arms around Korea's leg, using his other foot to go around and hit him in the back of the knee in an effort to make him buckle.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 15, 2012 22:25:01 GMT -5
Korea did, in fact, begin to fall. Being trained in martial arts for years, however, gave him excellent reflexes. He straightened and fell onto the ground in such a way that it would not hurt him or his back, and somersaulted back upwards, shaking himself off, only slightly winded. He really needed to train more. South Korea instantly went for England again, this time throwing a punch at England's shoulder, trying to avoid England as much as possible.
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Post by England on May 16, 2012 17:50:09 GMT -5
England ducked really low to avoid the punch, crouching and using one of his hands to balance himself on the ground as he swung his leg in an arc in an effort to trip Korea again.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 16, 2012 18:18:05 GMT -5
Korea stepped to the side as quickly as he could, then moved backwards a bit to regain his balance that had been lost. Falling back into attack-mode, Korea ran forward and swung another punch, this time with his other fist.
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Post by England on May 16, 2012 18:45:59 GMT -5
England got back up, just at the wrong moment, though, as he saw Korea's first incoming at him. To avoid it, he swung one of his forearms up and stopped the hook by pushing it off trajectory with his palm. It stung at the impact, but he didn't waste time in bending his leg up and aiming a straight kick at Korea's gut.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 16, 2012 20:16:07 GMT -5
Korea had only just managed to take about half a step backwards when England's foot connected with him. In all honesty, it could have been worse, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying to be tossed on the ground by some European jerk. Standing as quickly as he could, Korea brushed himself off, both literally and figuratively, and went at England again. He ran in closer than before and kicked at England, not really aiming because he was still annoyed that he'd been kicked.
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Post by England on May 16, 2012 21:12:45 GMT -5
England allowed himself a satisfied smirk as he brought Korea to the ground once again. Three to zero. He was winning. The adrenaline was pumping hard through his veins, and he found it hard to stay in place.
"What, am I too much for you?" he taunted as he jumped to the side to let Korea kick thin air, and then, as the Asian Nation passed him with the momentum of his kick, he stepped behind him and kicked the back of his knee harshly, gripping the back of his neck and pushing down to try and introduce Korea's face to the pavement again.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 16, 2012 21:51:25 GMT -5
Korea didn't want to be reacquainted with the ground another time. Four times? Really? Pushing himself back up, Korea scooted away, very manly scooting, mind you, and stood. He glared at England, who looking ridiculously pleased with himself. The Asian nation leapt forward and grabbed at England's collar, not the best technique in the world, but all he really wanted was to toss the nation onto the ground. "Never, da~ze!"
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Post by England on May 17, 2012 16:36:07 GMT -5
"Let's see if you'll still think that way when I'm done." England chuckled, a feral smirk making its way onto his dirtied face. Korea's grip didn't even seem to affect him.
In a second, he'd grabbed Korea's hand, putting pressure on the area between his thumb and index, and, using his strong grip, twisted his wrist inwards so that his elbow pointed outwards. He then put his other hand up in a flat palm and hit Korea's elbow inward in a single, dry movement, not enough to break the bones in his arm as the technique was supposed to help with, but enough, hopefully, to hit a nerve.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 17, 2012 18:00:27 GMT -5
Korea let out a whoosh of air as England grabbed his arm. He jerked his arm away and grabbed England by the front of his jacket, then kicked him in the shins. Hard. Deserved it, too. Because losing was one thing that didn't originate in Korea.
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Post by England on May 17, 2012 18:05:24 GMT -5
England swore under his breath as pain rattled through his bones and crumpled lightly before swinging his forearm up in an arc and cutting right at Korea's wrist with the side of his hand, with enough strength to at least loosen his grip a little. That was enough as their proximity allowed England to knee Korea in the stomach and escape his grip, jumping back a couple of steps.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 17, 2012 18:08:47 GMT -5
Korea gagged as he was kneed in the stomach, but quickly recovered himself and straightened. He raced the few steps distances between the two to throw a fast punch at England's right shoulder. His hanbok got in the way, but between beating somebody or getting his white outfit a bit dirty, he could care less about he latter. He never really had anyways, pissed the heck out of China.
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Post by England on May 17, 2012 18:56:52 GMT -5
Barely catching balance after escaping Korea's grip, England couldn't dodge in time and squared himself for the punch, letting out a sharp breath as he stumbled to the side. As soon as he regained his footing, though, he jumped forward, bent his upper body, and used his shoulder to tackle Korea in the gut again. "Hit the same spot." he reminded himself.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 17, 2012 19:51:35 GMT -5
Korea felt all his breath leave his body again as he was hit squarely in the gut. Brushing it off as fast as one could, he brought his fist down on England's back, aiming for the spot between the shoulder blades, but he could be a bit off. One could never be too sure when in the middle of a fight.
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Post by England on May 17, 2012 20:07:01 GMT -5
The hit took the breath right out of England's lungs, and his eyesight went black for a second. When he came back to reality, he was laying on all four, gasping, and realized that it hadn't been three seconds since he got hit.
Three seconds was all too much to waste in a combat situation.
He dropped into a roll and rolled twice to get away from Korea, standing up and baring his fists again as he went into a more defensive stance.
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