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Post by [x] South Korea on May 19, 2012 10:43:56 GMT -5
Korea laughed, though it wasnt a triumphant laugh but more one that you would hear coming from a child who had never been caught doing some prank or joke, and was therefore able to continue with the pranks unnoticed. He watched England move away from him with a rather obnoxious grin covering his face. Korea's hair had been sufficiently mussed up enough that some of it was now falling into his face. "Ha, got you, da~ze!"
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Post by England on May 20, 2012 16:21:50 GMT -5
"Heh, about time." England panted to catch his lost breath. "That's one to... oh, I don't know. Four?" he snickered. "You're going to have to do better than that, Korea." And he lunged again.
His feet took him close enough to the other, and once he got a strong balance on the balls of his feet, he put all his strength into a swift uppercut directed at Korea's face.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 21, 2012 8:46:54 GMT -5
Korea glared at England. "I can always do better than that, da~ze" He gasped as England kicked out at his face, automatically ducking backwards. Korea could have sworn he felt England's shoe on his face, but there was less time to think if he really had felt the shoe than Korea could really supply. Leaping forwards and slightly around, Korea swung his arm towards England's shoulder again, hoping to somehow take out, not TOO bad, as they were technically on the same side, at least one of his arms.
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Post by England on May 21, 2012 8:58:54 GMT -5
England barely reacted in time as his momentum took him too far in his movements. He brought both of his forearms up and blocked Korea's punch, wincing as the clumsy blocking manoeuvre made his bones ache. He put pressure for a few seconds, then managed to push Korea off, immediately jumping into attack again, aiming a precise jab at his shoulder.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 21, 2012 9:02:04 GMT -5
...England had to have taken some kind of lesson, or researched, pressure points at some point. If he was wrong, the Korean didn't know. Wincing, Korea tripped backwards, rubbing his shoulder for a moment before brushing the annoying pain off as much as he could and kicking out at England. It wasn't all that precise, and he wasn't guarding with his arms, but he WAS losing, even if he was never going to actually admit it. Which was going to change, by the way.
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Post by England on May 21, 2012 9:12:07 GMT -5
England dropped to the ground to avoid Korea's kick and rolled to the side. When he landed, he steadied himself on the ground and pushed up, jumping to his feet again on Korea's left side and giving him a good taste of his famous right hook, right between his shoulder blades. He then followed with his left knee to Korea's stomach, using the momentum from the first attack to create extra pressure for the second.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 21, 2012 17:44:59 GMT -5
Korea landed on the ground with a thud, most of how he had actually gotten there missing in a whoosh of ouch and wind. Coughing, the Asian nation stood and wiped some sweat off his forehead and glared at England. Shaking any remaining fuzz out of his head, Korea closed the distance, if any, between the two and tackled England around the legs, bringing them both crashing onto the ground.
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Post by England on May 21, 2012 18:31:28 GMT -5
England sucked a dry breath of air as he fell and expelled it harshly as his body met the ground. He was vaguely aware that his head had hit the ground and bounced off with the momentum, and his vision went black for a second. He blindly tried grabbing Korea and pushing him off, gritting his teeth against the sudden pain that ran down his spine and all across his cranium.
"L-Lucky shot." he stammered, panting for breath as his vision returned. He immediately curled his hand into a fist and jabbed Korea straight in the middle of his face. When the latter's arms loosened around his legs, he clumsily pulled them out of his grip and rolled sideways until he came on all four. That's when he shakily pushed himself up, trying to stand straight as his body started repairing the damage done to his brain by the concussion.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 21, 2012 18:53:56 GMT -5
Korea's head snapped backwards as he was punched, and he rolled away as quickly as he could. Korea stood and brushed himself off again, though it was practically useless. Wiping his face off with his sleeve, Korea noted that his nose was bleeding. Great. Blood was amazingly annoying to get out of clothing, especially white ones. "Lucky, hm?" He crossed his arms, then pointed at England with one hand. "You sure, da~ze?" Korea was immensely pleased with himself, as it had mostly been England dumping him onto the ground for most of the session. Falling back into an position that would allow him attack or defend, Korea watched England for any kind of move.
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Post by England on May 23, 2012 15:25:41 GMT -5
England waited for a while, panting to catch his breath as his vision slowly returned to normal.
"Well, you're bleeding. That gives me more points than you could ever hope to get." he taunted again before slowly getting closer, paying attention to every single one of Korea's movements, from the slightest intake of air to the quietest shuffling of feet.
His eyes darted left and right, noting the way Korea's muscles had tensed as he gave himself a very versatile position, and finally, finally, when he found his feet steady enough, he jumped in, fists bared, for a jab in the ribs.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 23, 2012 15:31:18 GMT -5
Korea snorted. A bloody nose was nothing! Bleeding from a cut would be, yeah, but he had accidentally given himself bloody noses before. ...Which he would never, ever tell Hong Kong. "Points? Never, da~ze!" Korea said, shaking his head at England. When England jumped in for the kill, Korea stepped backwards. He was glad that he had chosen that position, because throughout the other attacks he had been more planning for one or the other. Grabbing, England's wrist with his fast (most of the time) reflexes, Korea stepped to the side, pulling England forward faster, in hopes of knocking him to the ground. Korea released quickly, if this had been a real situation he may have done something else to England's arm, but he really didnt want to cause any sort of injuries. Unless it was to a zombie.
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Post by England on May 23, 2012 22:01:25 GMT -5
England tripped when Korea threw him off balance, but when he dropped to the ground, he immediately rolled on his right shoulder, spinning around as soon as he landed and swinging a kick at Korea's left side.
"Yes, points." he grunted as his foot connected satisfactorily with his side. "So far, I have many more than you." he huffed, baring his fists in a defensive position as he brought his leg back down.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 23, 2012 22:04:21 GMT -5
But, at least Korea had more than before! Korea grunted and tripped to the side as England kicked him. Massaging his ribs, Korea wondered whether or not that would leave a bruise. Maybe, maybe not. "We'll see how long that lasts, da~ze!" Brushing some hair out of his eyes, Korea leapt towards England, throwing a punch at the blonde's face.
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Post by England on May 24, 2012 18:08:54 GMT -5
England immediately brought his forearms up in an X in front of his face and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when that stopped the punch. Without skipping a beat, he brought his knee into Korea's plexus, and when his movement caused a slight, involuntary doubling-over motion, he removed his right arm and brought his elbow down on Korea's shoulder.
"Yes, actually, I would be interested to know how long it would last." he panted for breath, stepping back to assess the situation.
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Post by [x] South Korea on May 25, 2012 19:36:22 GMT -5
Korea shot backwards, caring for that moment only about escaping. He scoffed and rubbed his shoulder, turning it in circles. Shaking his head, Korea laughed out loud. "Long, long time!" Korea said, dropping back into his slightly faulty English.
When England stepped back, Korea leapt forward, hoping to find some kind of opening during the time. His arms were held up in a defense of his face. Korea threw a kick at England's side, hoping to knock the European nation off to the side. Feeling his foot connect, Korea threw a punch with his opposite arm.
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