[It's a good move, really, and Keith clearly thinks so if the grin that breaks over his face is any indication. But well, he's not holding back on Yusuke, and since the other boy brought himself in this close, Keith will take advantage of this fact and brings his leg up in a swift, deliberate kick aimed at his side.
Knives necessitate close combat, but that brings all sorts of other things into play too.]
The kick lands and Yusuke reacts only with a soft grunt of surprise, managing not to lose focus or buckle from it. Still, he's visibly being worn down, Keith has him beat as far as experience goes for sure.
...Though he's still reluctant to call it to a stop. He likely won't until Keith does... Hence he lashes out with the knife, at the same time he gets his other hand ready. If he can manage to goad Keith into clashing their knives again he's going to slam his palm up on his elbow holding the knife.]
[Hey Yusuke, he's giving you his all here! It means he cares!
But it also means he's ready for Yusuke to try something, and he sees that knife come. Rather than meet it, he leans quickly back, tossing his blade from one hand to another, a quick, efficient little maneuver that brings his hand up, knife at the ready, aiming to catch Yusuke under the chin with the point of his blade -- just shy of making contact. ...he won't actually try to stab him since, you know, that might complicate their friendship.]
[Thanks for not stabbing him, Keith. He appreciates it.
He freezes the moment he feels the point of that blade positioned under his chin, his gaze darting down briefly... and then he loosens his grip on his remaining knife, smiling wryly as he allows it to fall.]
[Keith is out of breath at this point, but that doesn't stop the grin on his face from sticking. He straightens up and lowers his blade, rolling his shoulders to loosen them.]
That was great. That was the best sparring I've had in a long time. You're going to be really dangerous with those before too long.
[He ducks his head to him... but not only pleased, he seems relaxed. Hey, he hasn't had a chance to spar against anyone and being here is stressful!! STRESS RELIEF SPARRING.]
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Knives necessitate close combat, but that brings all sorts of other things into play too.]
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The kick lands and Yusuke reacts only with a soft grunt of surprise, managing not to lose focus or buckle from it. Still, he's visibly being worn down, Keith has him beat as far as experience goes for sure.
...Though he's still reluctant to call it to a stop. He likely won't until Keith does... Hence he lashes out with the knife, at the same time he gets his other hand ready. If he can manage to goad Keith into clashing their knives again he's going to slam his palm up on his elbow holding the knife.]
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[Hey Yusuke, he's giving you his all here! It means he cares!
But it also means he's ready for Yusuke to try something, and he sees that knife come. Rather than meet it, he leans quickly back, tossing his blade from one hand to another, a quick, efficient little maneuver that brings his hand up, knife at the ready, aiming to catch Yusuke under the chin with the point of his blade -- just shy of making contact. ...he won't actually try to stab him since, you know, that might complicate their friendship.]
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He freezes the moment he feels the point of that blade positioned under his chin, his gaze darting down briefly... and then he loosens his grip on his remaining knife, smiling wryly as he allows it to fall.]
I yield.
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That was great. That was the best sparring I've had in a long time. You're going to be really dangerous with those before too long.
[Yusuke is impressive!!]
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Thank you... I suppose I forgot it was a lesson somewhere in the middle, which speaks about how motivating your training is.
I'd like to spar with you again in the future.
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[More sparring with Yusuke sounds pretty great, actually. Keith could definitely get behind that idea,t hanks.]
It was fun.
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[He ducks his head to him... but not only pleased, he seems relaxed. Hey, he hasn't had a chance to spar against anyone and being here is stressful!! STRESS RELIEF SPARRING.]