Akaza Stance Novels & Stories

Somehow, Kuroyuki's eyes looked up for a split second. "…A little." She answered after blinking twice. She's humble than I thought. Kuroyuki then switched to a fighting right-grip. "A Kumi Kata (組み方)…? It's Judo (柔道)?" "………………" Kuroyuki then switched her stance without replying. A standing technique— tachi waza (立技). Back stance— dwi-kubi (뒷굽이). Horse stance (马步) with her fists on the side of her chest, pigeon-toed.

Kaloy just shook his head after Aiza and Aiko left him and then he started fixing the things that they used on their jamming. After getting inside, Aiko felt dizzy, so she immediately lay down on the sofa there.

When Shawn knelt down on the floor and hugged himself, as of sustaining something within him, Kazal shot up from his relaxed sitting position to sitting on his hindlegs. Something was about to happen.

"My own stance?" "How you hold yourself before a fight decides half of it before a single blow lands." Aella moved to stand across from her, feet shoulder-width apart, knees loose, hands lifted just enough to guard without tensing. "Everything else — the strikes, the speed, even the strength — it's built on top of this. Get this wrong, and nothing above it holds. Like this. Watch me."

This was about learning to protect myself so I would never feel as helpless as I did yesterday. She showed me a basic fighting stance. My feet were supposed to be shoulder-width apart, my knees bent, and my weight centered. It looked simple, but when I tried it, I felt clumsy and awkward. I wobbled a little, my arms held up uselessly in front of me.

Harvey calmly took a step forward and swung his palm forward. A powerful aura surrounded Aki. “Whirlwind Slash!” Aki roared with all his might.

An instructor announced. They both took their stance in front of each other. Whilst Tisha tried to do a few run-up exercises, Zara just wiped a sweat off her forehead and folded her hands in an akimbo style while putting all her weight into one foot. She stared deep into her partners eyes, and at some point, it actually looked like she could see through the person's soul. "Are you ready?" The instructor blew through a horn. "Yes, Sir." They both responded mechanically. "Get ready..." The instructor said.

He has to be able to put me down with ease. “Alright now. Let’s see if the team of kick ass women have been teaching you anything.” Takoa begins to circle me. I in part circle him. Watching for a weakness. An injury of any sort. To see if he relies on his dominant hand. He doesn’t. He is even handed in battle. Great. I move in closer to swing my arm towards him. To see what his instant reaction is. He uses the opposite hand and bats my hand away. I run towards him as he grabs me around my waist, holding me in mid-air. I struggle to break free.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?

His hand caught my wrist before I could retreat. Heat flared where his skin brushed mine, that undeniable mate-bond shiver rushing down my back. Kaius locked gaze with me, he felt it too. “Let's take it slow,” he said, pointing at the mat. He positioned me on the mat, nudging my feet apart. “Wider stance, hands stretched. You won't fall too easily if someone tries to grab you, but that's only for defense. You will go down in seconds if you try to attack using that stance.” He explained.