Ground Fighting

The breath knocked out of him visibly raised the meditation wrap covering his mouth, before he gasped for air and caused the material to suction back to his face. He had a pained expression visible through the red bandaging. He felt new bruises and abrasions being added to his current tally, and because he was missing his robe, his upper body also collected splinters from the breaking wooden door beneath him as the heavier man's weight plowed him downward.

A flurry of hard punches rained down, but he instinctively had already raised his two arms to guard his head. The blows pummeled onto his active and defensive forearms, soaking them with the man's malice. The force drove his forearms backwards into his face, cushioning the hits; however, painfully aggravating the whip slash across his face. His eyes involuntarily watered from the agonizing vibrations despite his effectiveness to continue to cause the man to miss his intended target.

Gonyaul naturally could tell the man was an effective brawler; however, not nearly as well-trained and precise as himself based on the methods he was employing. The fact Gonyaul trained everyday of his life since the age of five years old in Vauxian martial arts, meant muscle memory could take over even when his emotions and mental fortitude were compromised. It was just enough time to gather one good breath and nurture an attitude adjustment from prey to purpose. He looked the man in the eye and a fire flared up from within him, as if to mentally say, ~Enough!~. It was not coming from a place of anger, but from a place of mastery and command.

To nullify the man's maelstrom of punches, Gonyaul brought him close by using his core and moving up into him, reaching up and grabbing hold and pulling him down into an embrace. Simultaneously his right leg wrapped around the man's left foot and Gonyaul took his right arm and wrapped it around the same side and locked an over-hook around the man's head and neck. Gonyaul held tight. In this hold, now when he went to push, the man would be incapable of catching himself with that side's hand. Next, Gonyaul bridged up with his left foot pushing hard; this motion causing him much discomfort and the accented scream Gonyaul made so near to the man's ear sent his attacker's ear ringing. Gonyaul's hips thrusted forward hard and he swung his right arm up to chop into the brute's armpit. Like a waterfall of cascading events, Gonyaul then pulled on his right arm and pushed up on his left side. This effectively rotated him over now putting Gonyaul up on top.

He didn't stop there. The goal was not to get on top and do the expected power-pyramid flip. Instead Gonyaul kept the momentum going into a barrel roll. The man was unable to move because of the leverage Gonyaul had locked him up with. In this instance, the man's heavier weight was being used against him. As Gonyaul rolled back onto his back, wincing as he drove the splinters deeper, He planted the closest hand's palm flat onto the ground to brace strong his elbow vertical. The rest of the roll finished, bringing the man around over the top and continuing downward again until the temple of his head slammed into Gonyaul's elbow.

Gonyaul heard and felt the sound of the man's cheek bone and orbital socket break from the force against one of the body's strongest striking bones. Having effectively struck the desired surface area, the man instantly blacked out unconscious. Feeling him go limp, Gonyaul released his grapple and the continuation of moment carried the Dark Robe off onto his side, blocking Gonyaul's view to his right down the street and hiding him behind the larger body from anything down the street to his right. Gonyaul panted as he looked up at the stars through the framing chaos of burning buildings that in his imagination resembled kites with smoke tails reaching up into the heavens.