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Post by mivelle on Feb 19, 2008 0:27:04 GMT -5
...Mivelle, walking slowly and very sleepily, finally returned to the forest from the lost isles. He walked in silence as he stretched his arms outward and let out a very quiet yawn. He continued pacing as he looked to both of his sides looking for a comfortable place to rest. He noticed a small clearing underneath a tall tree. The clearing seemed to have very soft grass and provided a generous amount of shade, not that there was much sun out by this time to begin with. He paused momentarily as he changed the direction of his pacing and headed towards the tree. He once again stopped to yawn and fell onto his bottom, making a small puff of grass fly up and float off from the impact of his sitting. He then leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes...and slept.
Quietly, Mivelle awoke from his nap. Slowly opening his eyes to the sound of a chirping bird playing right next to him, He looked into the sky a moment until he yawned and stretched, leaning up he looked at the bird. It seemed as if the bird was searching for food, so Mivelle reached into his item pouch and broke off a very small piece of bread for the little one and placed it on the green grass. He sat for a while quietly watching the bird, then decided he had wasted enough time relaxing. It was time for his training he thought.
He stood to his feet and didnt have to walk far to one of his many training areas. The forest was one of his favorite training terrains, pure privacy, space, nothing to disrupt him, it had everyting he needed for the session.
Once reaching his training area he unlatched his two blades from his belt and placed them underneath a tree. He looked around for all the logs he trained with. These logs, or more like tree stumps that were cut out of the ground to be mobile, came in all different sizes and weights, allowing him to train with weights to fit his exercises. All the logs were in place.
Mivelle stretched his arms pulling them across his chest until they were loose, and pulled his feet up by his ankles from behind him to stretch his legs. Afterward he went for a light two mile jog to get his muscles into gear, and returned back to where he placed his blades. Nearby he drank from a clear watered river to replenish his hydration. He washed his face with the water and came back stretching his arms, then dropped down to the floor in a push-up position.
"One....two.....three.....four..." He counted them, all the way up until he was losing breathe.
"Ninety---huff--seven!....................ninety..eight!"
Finally reaching one hundred and ten he let himself drop to his chest to rest against the grass, panting. He had completed his first set.
He rose to his feet and began making very short, quick jumps as if practicing footwork like a boxer. He then began throwing punches at the air in all forms: jabs, uppercuts, straight punches. After getting the feeling back into his arms he lowered his head and stretched them backwards. Not being the type to only work on one part of the body, he wanted to work on his legs now. He went over to one of the logs, one which weighed 150lbs and bent down to lean it onto his the back of his shoulders and lifted it with his legs. He stood in a sturdy position with his feet shoulder-width apart and began squatting.
Being only 150lbs, this was just an endurance exercise. He completed a large amount of them until his legs felt numbed with muscle exhaustion. He let the log roll off of his shoulders and hit the ground behind him as he stepped forward to steer clear. He pulled his knees to his chest one by one and did a few mid air side kicks.
Panted as he layed his back upon the grass and bent his knees, and grabbed his hair pulling it back into a handheld pony-tail of some kind to keep it out of his face. He kept hold of his hair from the back of his head and began doing sit-ups. Time passed as sit-ups seemed to take the longest of the exercises for some reason. Finally reaching his first set of one hundred, he layed back onto the ground for a few seconds to let his abs rest.
*sigh*...
He rolled over back into his push-up position and completed another 110 count set, his arms felt dead now but he shadow-boxed to attempt to get the feeling back.
He once again completed another set of squats and felt the endurance of his legs increasing by the count, if only he could get the feeling back into them. He shadowboxed with kicking until he dropped into his sit-up position again. Finally completing his second set of all three exercises, he layed on his back begining to feel his body getting sore. Normally he wouldn't be getting sore this quickly, especially from the lightweight things he was doing, but Mivelle thought to himself that the long walk home might have taken a little bit out of it, especially walking that far after tapping into his essence power momentarily during his fight with Apophis...
The power of his essence was very difficult to understand or explain. Mivelle didn't want to think about it at the time, as he rolled over into his push-up position for the third and final set. His arms began feeling it at forty, and began to give out around the area of the sixties. Mivelle struggled to complete the last set, sometimes holding himself up with extended arms to rest to gain breath for a few seconds. Mivelle was very tired but did not want to stop his push-up set until he finished, so he took his time with the push-ups as doing it slow made it burn even more. Finally he was finished with them and his arms gave out underneath him as his cheek hit the ground hard. Luckily for him it was grass. He panted and rested for a few minutes. He proceeded to the squats exercise.
He stretched his legs before doing the last squatting set, figuring it was the last hard exercise of his basic exercise stage. He felt his legs becoming more firm and hardened as he pushed himself through the set, following it with shadowbox kicking. He stretched his legs to ensure they stayed warm while he performed his last exercise of the first stage.
Banging out one hundred sit-ups seemed like nothing to Mivelle at the moment for some reason, probably because it had nothing to do with his tired arms and legs. After completing the sit-ups it was time for him to move into stage two of his training, which was with increased weights and lower reps.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 19, 2008 0:46:05 GMT -5
Before returning to his next set of exercises, the increased weight stage, Mivelle drank from the river once again and went for a light jog of one mile to enable his muscles time to rest. The blood was definetly circulating within his body now as he returned to his training spot, bending himself down to rest upon his knees as his hair covered his face he panted and took long breathes.
He stood up to allow his lungs to reach full capacity and put his arms behind his head and paced back and forth very slowly as he took time to take in full breaths of oxygen. As he did so, his breathing pace began to slow as he was regaining his breath. Though still breathing a little heavy he decided to move on, not allowing himself much time to rest.
He walked over to an exercise device he created which was a very heavy tree stump hanging down from a thick vine, approximately weighing 275lbs. He crawled underneath the hanging log and flipped over onto his back, placing his knees nearly completely onto his chest he placed his feet underneath the log.
He inched himself upward a little to better position himself for this exercise. With his back firmly against the grass and his feet firmly placed underneath the log above him, he groaned as his feet pressed against the heavy log. Mivelle balanced the hanging log underneath his feet as he pressed it towards the sky with the thick vine allowing it to move upward, similar to squatting but while laying against one's back.
Once Mivelle pressed the log into the air as far as he could with his legs completely extended, he slowly lowered the heavy log back into place where his knees would rest upon his chest. Doing this slowly was very beneficial as exercising the muscles slowly allow the muscles to stress themselves for a longer period of time. Also it was dangerous to let something this heavy drop quickly as it could have broken the vine and collapsed ontop of the little Mivelle crushing him underneath, or would have just snapped down too quickly against his legs to break them if he were lucky.
With increased weight, it wasn't necessary to do a large number. This stage of exercises were more focused on Mivelle improving himself on raw physical strength and power instead of endurance. Mivelle only decided to do twenty-five repetitions of this exercise for his first set. With his last rep he slowly lowered it, with his legs feeling nearly completely exhausted.
Moving onto his next exercise he strapped a 50lb log onto his back and began doing a number of push-ups. His max limit for this exercise at the time was approximately forty-fifty, so he decided to set his max at forty-five push-ups per set. Finishing this exercise he was careful not to let his arms collapses underneath him or he wouldve been harmed by the weight on his back. Instead once finished he rolled over to lay backwards upon the log.
Mivelle would feel ridiculous in this position, as he felt he looked like a struggling turtle..He narrowed his eyes at his dissatisfaction, and lifted himself out of the position regardless of his exhaustion and knelt on his knees to rest. He unstrapped himself and proceeded to the next exercise. Mivelle jumped into a tree where he had placed a strapless 50lb log. He sat upon a thin branch and grabbed the weight, then swung himself downward and let his legs wrap around the branch bent at the knee as if he were hanging like a child on monkey bars. He held the weight in his hand and extended his arms completely outward. This exercise was performed by keeping his arms fully extended as he leaned upward doing sit-ups hanging from the branch, while the hanging weight kept resistance against him.
Mivelle did the tree sit-ups with this weight extending from his arms, which was more or less quite difficult to keep extended. The strain was beginning to build on his abs immensely as well as his arms. His arms began to shake from trying to keep the weight extended perfectly straight while performing his exercise, luckily he was almost finished with the set. Finally finishing his last set he dropped the weight which seemed to crash against the ground, making a loud bass thump sound effect. Mivelle unbent his knees to let himself fall and flipped forward similar to a half front flip which allowed him to land on his feet. He clutched his abs which felt hardened and exhausted from the exercise. He stretched his arms as well to stop them from having the feeling of being shaky.
He looked around for the next part of his training routine.. He found the log he was searching for, which weighed 450lbs and was hanging from a tree as well. This exericse he would stand underneath the hanging weight and push upward with his legs with his back against the log.
He stood underneath the weight with his knees bent past ninety degress and gripped it, not that he was planning to use his hands but to balance the weight to prepare himself for it. He took a firm stance and began extending his legs, forcing the weight upward. This being extremely heavy for his age and physical build, Mivelle could not do much reps of this exercise.
After struggling to finish the fifteenth rep, he bent downward slowly to gradually let the log rest upon his back until its weight was now being held by the vine instead of Mivelle's back. Mivelle slid out from underneath the log and let himself rest upon the ground. He closed his eyes and massaged his aching legs which felt like they were gaining slightly more mass with every rep.
Mivelle rolled from underneath the hanging log and leaped to his feet and felt his thighs tense up. They felt as if they were stiff so he sat back down to stretch them a moment, then returned to his training. He stood up and shadowboxed performing straightward kicks, and sometimes sideways kicks.
With this first set of stage two exercises finally complete, he decided to return to the first exercise of the set. Once again he placed himself underneath the 375lb log and layed on his back and began pushing after firmly placing his feet underneath it and finding a comfortable spot to lay. He say the imprint of his back in the grass where he had lied the last time so it was rather easy to get back into position. During the last few reps Mivelle had to struggle to finish, but didn't give up until he did. To him, quitting is not an option..
Finally finishing that, Mivelle went on to his second set of the other exercises. The weighted push-ups, the weighted tree sit-ups, the 450lb squatting, which he had a hard time managing to finish, and back to the upward leg pushes.
When beginning his third and final set of the heavy weight training, Mivelle's body felt near completely numb from the physical pain and aching. This was the main reason he would train, to exceed his exhaustion. This was the part he liked the most, although it put him through the most intense pain. This let him know he was finally gaining increases and expanding his limits.
Mivelle took a deep breath as he readied himself to begin his final set of stage two..He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the forest, and all the things in nature..quietly for a moment's time. Suddenly he opened his narrowed eyes and pushed the weight upward, completely ignoring his physical exhaustion he had before he even began the set. By now his legs had lost nearly all feeling, it was unknown even to himself that he was pressing the weight.
He began trying to distract himself from the pain by thinking to himself it was making him stronger, faster, more powerful...enough to carry out his mission in this world. Being the quiet person he was, he kept his struggling grunts to a low minimum if they were even capable of being heard. He finished and proceeded to the next exercise - the push-ups.
His arms felt swollen by this time to the point he could barely extened them fully. His muscles needed to rest in order to allow time for them to stretch back to normal length, but Mivelle would not allow himself to rest. He forced his arms to extend fully and dropped to his knees and leaned forward into his position. He took another deep breath as he plummetted himself downard to the ground and pushed himself back up.
Once finishing his set he decided to really force the strength out of him. He gradually balanced himself as he put his left hand out of the way, turning his exercise into a one handed push-up. Once balanced and steady, he slowly began doing one handed push-ups starting with his right arm, then moved on to do the same amount with his left. Afterward he rolled over and fell onto his back in which supported the weight. Laying against the weight was not a comfortable position, which reminded Mivelle that it was not time to rest yet.
His narrowed eyes rolled as if he were being mentally scolded by none other than himself for resting and forced his physical body to stand. He unstrapped himself and began his tree sit-ups which left his stomach feeling very tight though exhausted. He punched himself lightly in the stomach to measure if he felt any pain, which he did, which meant he needed to do more work to meet his own self-set requirements..
He then went on to the last of his third set, and stationed himself underneath the heavy log. By now, Mivelle's back was slightly hurting due to the heavy log's bark being pressed very heavily against him, but he didn't mind getting a few scratches and scars. He extended his legs to lift the weight and began his final set.
Coming to his fifteenth rep once again, he decided to force himself to do more. At rep fifteen he extended his legs to allow the entire weight of the log to rest upon his tiny body which was but a fraction the size of the log. He stood there to take a few breaths to rest, then forced himself back downward to and pressed upward to resist against the weight.
He closed his eyes and squintted them while trying to exceed his limit, and at a moment he was completely out of breath but did not allow that to stop him. He managed to exceed his limit of fifteen by making it to thirty-one and a half. In the middle of the thirty-second rep he could not push up any further and began gradually sinking downward.
He continued to sink down very slowly despite how much he tried to force his resistance back upward, until the weight of the log was no longer being held by his back but by the thick vine in which it hang. Mivelle fell to his knees with the little space he had underneath the log and breathed heavy, angry at himself for not being able to finish the last repetition.
"(Still.........not strong enough....dammit....) *pant*" He thought quietly while panting to himself.
Failure was something he could not accept of himself, so once he regained his breath he repositioned himself underneath the log to try once again, even though his legs were so tired it was hard to even stand without the weight.
He exhailed out the corner of his mouth to flip the hair out of his eye in which he could not do with his hand at the time. He took a deep breathe and lowered his head as he forced himself to push the weight upward, which made the hair go right back to dangling infront of his face. Mivelle gradually struggled to do a set of ten as punishment for not finishing the last half of that earlier rep, even though it was just extra in the first place. It didnt matter to him. To Mivelle, doing extra counted just as well as the original sets did, so much to the point that if he couldn't complete the extra set he would punish himself for it by doing more to make up for it. Which in this case, he was doing to himself at the moment. Finally finishing the penalty repz, he let himself fall to his knees after steadying the weight back to hang from the vine. He crawled out from underneath the log and layed on his back, his legs hurting with deep cramps by now.
The cramping was unnacceptable as he still had much more to do, so he stretched his legs over a long period of time so there would be no excuse to stop later..Finally after stretching his legs felt great, though still exhausted, they weren't feeling any cramping pains. His legs felt immensely powerful at the moment, just finishing the heavy stage of his workout.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 19, 2008 2:33:16 GMT -5
The clouds above were a pretty tint of bluish white as they slowly rolled by..Mivelle watched them for a moment in silence, til he noticed a very faint brush within the bushes not far away. He looked over to notice a deer was staring at him in the distance with its black, vacant eyes. Behind the deer were its children.
The infant deers seemed to be sniffing at the ground for whatever reason. The mother deer stared at Mivelle as he stared back, until the mother deer lowered its head to pick at the tall grass along with its children. This reminded Mivelle of why he put himself through this vigourous training. To protect those deer...to protect this forest, and every other natural place of mother nature...
to protect this world.....from the humans which infect it.
With this virtue freshly in his mind, Mivelle narrowed his eyes in focus and began to carry out stage three of his training: weighted hand-to-hand combat.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:09:10 GMT -5
He found the logs in which he usually placed onto his forearms with straps. They were logs that seemed to have been drilled in half as if they were cut by a lumberjack, and the inside of the log was an empty space in which Mivelle inserted his arms. Perfectly fitting him. These forearm logs didn't weigh much, being in the range of 18-20lbs each.
He also had made the same type of designed logs to fit his ankles, despite the fact he had weighted shoes in the first place. These logs on his ankles weighed 25lbs, added onto the weighted shoes would equal 35lbs on each leg. He strapped all four logs against him tightly and began with raising his arms into the air.
He tense his arms and legs while stretching as a way to prepare them for the stress of the weight. As he tense his arms, he slowly brought them back down to the side of his body ith his fingers in the shape of pistols on each hand with his little fingers pointing. It seemed as if he were channeling his chi somehow.
Mivelle began punching straight forward in a very rapid pace, then quickly jerked the direction of his blows to the left for a few swings, then ducking down he made the movement of tripping an invisible opponent. He then back jumped flipping back into stance and continue doing half backflips landing on his hands first then his feet.
He backflipped a few yards getting use to the weight until he came close to a tree behind him. As his hands hit the floor he pushed himself upward off the ground hard enough to propel himself backwards into the air which landed his feet upon the side of the tree. He jumped off the side of the tree making a quick roundhouse kick and a few other dynamic kicks while coming close to landing.
He managed to land a few kicks into the air right before landing perfectly and darting off a few yards. He suddenly stopped and took a stance and began throwing rapid punches, this time punches of all kinds. Jabs, hooks, uppercuts.
After nearly five minutes of continuing to punch at his full speed throwing the hardest shadowboxing punches he could, he began to include his elbows in his routine. One of his most deadly combos was a double straight punch starting with the right fist then the left, a jab with the right fist leading to an uppercut with the left and with a finish of a right elbow sideways crashing into his enemie's face or body, whichever one would cause the most damage at the time.
This combo would increase with speed as Mivelle continued to perform it, to the point where his hands were moving so fast it was nearly impossible to see anything besides blurs. As he continued he began to incorporate many other combos into this routine, making the combo a seventeen hit chain attack. God forbid if an adversary were ever caught within this chain of attacks. Mivelle kept making up multiple combos as the time went by, just freestyling new ways of punching attacks in a way.
Suddenly he came to an abrupt stop within his punches as he brought his feet together then spread them as he thrusted his left elbow into the air against him and ended by bringing his hands together by the palms and used his weight to force them forward as if he were attacking with wolf claws. As he did this, the ground shook momentarily and the grass below which was in the range of his clawing hand blew all around as if moved by a concentrated invisible force.
After pausing for a moment to regain his breath, he performed a right forward kick then a left as he kept pushing himself forward towards a tree. Right before making contact with the tree by his last right kick, he backflipped, landed, and very quickly thrusted himself into the tree using his shoulders. This did hurt Mivelle but his colliding impact with the tree seemed to effect the tree by removing it slightly from its roots as the entire tree shook, making brances and other things fall.
Mivelle heard the rumble and knew things would be falling down, especially branches. He backflipped a few times avoiding the falling branches that seemed to almost catch him by a hair every single time. Once he avoided the branches he stood still for a moment to regain his balance, then swung his left to the back side of himself, a backwards roundhouse.
Following the roundhouse he came with a double right side kick, then another backwards left roundhouse and a front spin right kick. Then ended with jumping into the air and landing a backwards spinning kick. He landed, as the weight on his legs were beginning to tired them out. He kept going.
He flipped forward onto his hands and pretened to kick the face of his opponent while hand standing with small quick kicks which wouldve made contact by the bottom of his shoe to the face of an enemy. He flipped back onto his feet with his back faced towards his direction of attack and did a high back flip and came crashing down against the ground with a right drop kick that pressed a hole deep into the ground.
He dashed forward after landing and shoved his right knee upward then landed a left side kick. He turned to make a three hit chain with his right leg, kicking low, then mid-waist level, then head-level, then slammed his right foot down quickly inbetween the attack to perform a finishing backwards left roundhouse.
His left foot slammed the ground firmly and quickly regained composure as Mivelle stood in a fighting stance with his fist clenched and legs prepared to kick in any direction with the intense speed of a martial artistist. Mivelle panted a few seconds and decided to take his outter white t-shirt off.
The white t-shirt was not weighted like most of his clothing but taking it off did make it a little easier to get some cool air. Now sporting himself in his a-shirt as the only top garment, he felt a light breeze in the wind that would make him believe it would rain later tonight...He was positive of it, as he knew nature very well. He decided to hasten the pace of his training to attempt to not get caught in the rain.
Mivelle walked over to a certain dead tree which had many many leafless branches at its base, perfect for performing kicks or punches and practicing accuracy and speed. He began practicing punching at the branches slowly to get a rhythm going of which ones to hit, when, and with which fist. He also included times where he would pretend to block as if the branch were attacking him back. After getting the rhythm going he began to increase his pace. His pace continued to increase from a steady 'thump....thump....' to a 'thump-thump-thump-thump-thump!'
Mivelle moved with his body with dexterity as if to flow like a river as he landed his punches against the branches as well as blocking some of them. He continued on until he paused, deciding to include kicks into the routine. Once again he slowed his pace to get the rhythm down until he felt comfortable with his kicking mixing with his punches.
His pace began getting extremely fast, making the weight of the logs tied to his body easier and easier to deal with from their momentum. Mivelle was thinking he was becoming stronger as the weights began to feel lighter and lighter the more he got use to them. He decided this would be the last time working with this weight as next time he would design heavier logs to use.
His pace was unbelievably fast now and Mivelle didn't even notice his newly gained increase in speed while he was busy thinking of making heavier logs for himself. After practicing with his increase in speed he finally came to a sudden stop. He figured he was finished assaulting the tree branches. Not only did he feel his speed increased, but his dexterity and accuracy as well.
Mivelle looked downward at his right arm bent at the elbow, and unstrapped the log and let it crash to the ground. He did the same with his left, but this time..he paused to look at his hand. He clasped it into a fist, reopened it, and repeated. He rubbed his fingers against his rough hands and silently thought to himself...what he was thinking, was unknown at the time.
He fell to his bottom and unstrapped the leg weights and stacked the weights near the tree neatly. It was now that he went to fold the t-shirt he took off neatly and place it in the same spot near his swords underneath the tree. He exchanged the t-shirt for his blades as he strapped them back onto his belt...stage four was weapons training.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:16:58 GMT -5
Mivelle, now with his weapons back at his side, walked out from underneath the tree and stopped. He closed his eyes and faced upward to feel the light drizzles of rain pouring down, the clouds were beginning to get a little darker in the distance now. He didn't mind, depressing weather was his thing...
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:20:35 GMT -5
He opened his eyes, focusing them on a nearby area which where he performed his weapons training. He took his time to walk over and stood still to take his shirasaya out of its sheath, the cold steel of the blade slowly extended out of the sheath with an extended metallic-like sound effect. He unsheathed the samurai katana as well, making nearly the same sound as it extended out of the sheath.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:21:56 GMT -5
He now held both within his hands as he began to slowly move them around his body in a strange, hypnotizing manner. His body was loose and his eyes were closed, as he were one with the earth in a way. He lightly and very slowly stepped along while making his extremely slow sword-fighting movements.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:24:21 GMT -5
His eyes remained closed as he stepped carefully and precisely like a predator in silent pursuit while he listened to the sounds of the forest and the nature around him. Focusing on everything with no eye sight experienced him in putting himself in tune with his spiritual senses, allowing him to feel his way and sense what was happening around him without having to physically vision it.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:37:02 GMT -5
Mivelle continued his silent spiritual technique until being interrupted by the slightest snap of a twig nearly fifty yards away through the trees. He came to a hault right as the twig snapped and his eyes cut towards the direction of the cause, only to see a small panda playing with its twin, both tumbling over themselves play fighting against the bushes.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:40:05 GMT -5
Mivelle closed his eyes once again to regain focus and kept with his creeping-like technique, using his sixth sense to avoid trees he never physically seen before or stepping over bushes and ferns to avoid making noise. He maintained this ninja-type silence until he decided he was finished. He had knowingly overcompensated the distance to his training area, so had no choice but to walk back.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:42:44 GMT -5
He walked back swinging and twirling his swords at his sides just to practice swinging them in strange unique directions, which would eventually benefit him into making new techniques and ways to attack. He came to the tree he was looking for. It was a very tall tree with hundreds of branches, with a very large deposit of small tree stumps tied near the top by none other than himself. This deposit would unlatch if the vine near the bottom were to be cut. In which Mivelle did so.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:45:33 GMT -5
Once the vine was cut, Mivelle stood at the bottom looking upward with his blades ready in his palms down at his side. The deposit was destroyed at the moment Mivelle cut the vine, with a sound as if something very far up had broken. All of the small tree stumps that were gathered into the deposit were seen falling downward through the tree. So many of the stumps would hit branches and change their falling direction and velocity, which would make the tens near hundreds of tree stumps come falling at different times in many different directions.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:47:20 GMT -5
Mivelle focused his eyes narrowly on the tens of falling tree stumps and prepared himself for them to come crashing down. His objective was to cut these as many of these stumps in half before they were to hit the ground, and with Mivelle's height he didn't have much time to react in slicing the tree stump before it hit the ground underneath him.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:49:59 GMT -5
Mivelle closed his eyes and listened to the falling tree stumps, as they were very rapidly closing in, getting louder and louder by the moment. Out of nowhere Mivelle bent his knees and sliced upward as he cut a tree stump in half which if he didn't he wouldve been damaged from it. Suddenly Mivelle was rapidly swinging his blades upward as the tree stumps began to look as if they were all crashing down upon him at once.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:51:34 GMT -5
Mivelle stood in his place with his feet firmly against the ground as he continued slicing and swinging upward as fast as he could, so far he was managing to cut the tree stumps in half as he was taking no damage. Tree stumps were falling all over the place and Mivelle had to run towards certain spots in order to be underneath these stumps in order to cut them, he seemed to be struggling.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:53:25 GMT -5
Multiple tree stumps fell upon Mivelle inflicting painful damage against him but this only made him try harder and try to speed his pace. He continued running circles around the base of the tree trying to position himself for slicing the falling stumps. The stumps were falling at a ridiculous rate now. Mivelle held his cyclone samurai katana upward and began spinning it as if it were a helicopter.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:55:38 GMT -5
This attack of his began slicing multiple tree stumps at once and when he added his black shirasaya to the mix it benefitted him all the better. Thankfully his earlier swinging of his blades while walking to this tree enabled him to be use to this kind of spinning, but unfortunately he needed more practice. It was quite difficult to spin both swords like helicopters so it wasn't possible to keep this up. Mivelle gripped his blades back into his palm tightly, bent his knees, and began slicing upward again.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 0:56:58 GMT -5
Before he noticed, he was beginning to run out of breath from running all around the tree base trying to slice every single stump. Eventually, the onslaught of tree branches ended as Mivelle sliced the final stump into two pieces, sheathing his blades. He huffed at his slight exhaustion...
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:00:29 GMT -5
"Huff.......huff" Mivelle was a little tired..
He felt the bruises all over his aching body from the tree stumps that fell upon him whenever he was not able to cut them. He searched the pile of tree stumps to see gauge how many of them he was able to damage. Many more of the tree stumps were sliced in half and many were damaged far beyond his own injuries, so this part of training was successful he thought to himself. In order to do this training exercise again, he would have to gather more logs, climb that tree and tie them all up again. This was not the time, he decided to move onto his next exercise.
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Post by mivelle on Feb 21, 2008 1:04:47 GMT -5
Although he did take mental note to make use of these small tree stumps later... He walked over to this other area of bunched trees where he had hanging wood pieces. He kept his blades sheathed this time as he did not want to cut the hanging wood pieces. He stood in the middle of the hanging pieces and began swinging at them one by one to get them swinging into motion.
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