A New Technique

[Creator]

Not too far into the Divine Hills, Damon's figure stood alone, calmly focusing his mind for the task at hand. He had an idea for a taijutsu technique, but it would take some time to get it just right. He had chosen this place to be alone, though he realized now that it could quite possibly be a common place for students to go, being so close to the school. Still, even if someone did show up, they may just help each other develop techniques. It couldn't hurt.

He wore the Wolf's Fury, sharp metal claws clanging together as he wiggled his fingers. It took a minute for him to gain true focus, being so easily distracted. Finally, he began warming up, stretching, practicing general moves, and just getting his blood flowing. This wasn't Damon, but a shadow clone, sent earlier to work on this technique. Damon knew that once a shadow clone was destroyed, its memories, thoughts, skills, and knowledge was given back to the original. This made training a lot easier.

"Okay," he said to himself, kicking off his shoes. He then began to spin around in circles like a little kid. He was able to spin rather quickly, but it took a while before he could keep at it for very long. Gradually, he got used to starting and stopping, learning to overcome dizziness. He kept at it for some time, speeding up every time he got comfortable.

[hannah montana]

Clarik walked through the hills, a trail of smoke following him as he puffed on a cigerette. He got to the last breath of it and grumbled, crushing the cig in his hand as the last bit of smoke flaired out of his nostrils. Clarik spotted Damon and paused, thinking perhaps there was a fight in the works. He made sure he was in view, but said nothing, waiting for what would happen.

[Creator]

Damon became aware of someone's presence nearby and paused for a moment, before deciding they meant no harm and resuming his work. He was now fairly comfortable with the spin. Comfortable to do it once or twice with ease, at least. He just needed speed. Bringing his arms in, he sped up considerably, having less resistance. He became somewhat blurred, before slowing back down and staggering to a stop. He paused, trying to steady himself.

[hannah montana]

"Having fun?" Clarik called sarcastically. Well, this kid was random. He thought of Amber...If this kid liked to spin randomly in the middle of nowhere, perhaps they would get along. "I'm Clarik," he shouted, moving a little closer, but still keeping a safe distance. Who knew what kids would do when approached at TMA?

[Whiteshadow]

Crow ran up behind Clairk quickly and whacked him in the back of the legs with his staff, then shouted in his face "HA!" before running off. Crow vanished over a near hill.

(( Thats what happens when you approach random students at TMA XD ))

[Creator]

Damon stopped, landing in a combat stance before relaxing. He shook his head, annoyed at being snuck up on. "I'm not doing this for fun," he said, "I'm in the middle of something. And no, it's not really fun. I'm still trying not to throw up." He began to spin once more, this time moving forward slightly as he twirled. He curved, turning gradually around, until he stopped. He scanned the area in front of him, then turned around, spotting Clarik once more.
"Looks like I screwed that one up," he mumbled. "Why're you out here, anyway?"

[hannah montana]

"I could ask you the same thing, Twinkle-Toes," Clarik retorted. "I was going for a nice walk to relax and smoke when I spotted you, spinning around and that shit." He paused to watch him spin again and grinned, his vampiric fangs protruding.

[Creator]

Damon scowled. He flexed his claws, and prepared himself for another spin. But this time, he used most of his energy to force himself into a rapid spin, turning just misty enough to resemble a miniature black and purple tornado. He held the claws out, and performed a weak Wind Release Jutsu, creating a wind that blew out in all directions like a razor. After a moment he stopped, coming to rest on a knee. "Imagine how dangerous it could be when I've worked at it for more than ten minutes," he chided.

[hannah montana]

Clarik rose his eyebrows. "Impressive, Twinkle-Toes...You should teach me how to do that." Clarik laughed. "So, got a name? Or would you rather me call you Twinkle-Toes for the rest of your natural-born life?"

[dain]

"Actually, he has a point. With that mcuh circular velocity with the adaption of his claws, that would be quite the formidable technique. Taijutsu, eh? I've never really been a fan of it. I'm more of Muay Thai and Capoeira oriented sort of fighter." A voice said as its maker faded into the world.

"And quite a feat at that. You'd have to be able to stop the dizziness from getting to you after ten minutes; otherwise, you're a sitting duck for an attack... or attacks. Try using the jutsu in your favor. Instead of releasing it straight out, try at angle toward how you're spinning. It'll increase the spin and also increase your momentum, while the wind still hits the enemy." The assassin offered, crossing his arms and leaning against the air.

Dain was in his usual clothing, a white tanktop and black slacks with his fine leather Italian shoes. He didn't look much like a Duskblade, but, he didn't need to. The point of his rank was to remain inconspicuous. He didn't even have a weapon at his side... though his trusty silver dagger was always hidden in the hem of his slacks.

"Oh, and also. Try increasing the mass of the tips of your claws. That'll give you some extra inertia."

[hannah montana]

"WOW, GREAT OBSERVATIONS! YOU SHOULD BE A DOCTOR!" Clarik barked sarcastically to the newcomer. "And who might you be?" he asked, glancing over Dain absently. Who was this man? Did he think he knew everything?

[Creator]

"My name's Damon Smi-" he began to say, cut off by a new voice. He listened for a minute, not really taking in any of the advice, but nodding nonetheless. "Mass. Gotcha. I don't know what all that means, but I'll put it to good use," he said, approaching the others. "I was really planning on using the Wind Release for speed, and the claws for offense, but he was bothering me, and I thought one big burst would be show-offy enough," he said with a laugh.
"Who're you two, anyway?"

[dain]

"I'm Dain, and I'm quite adept at math and physics; which explain the facts. Ninja at your service, Damon. Heheh, show-offy, eh? Well, I tell you what. You want to perfect that technique, so I'll lend a hand. You're going to need something solid to work on. Try me." Dain offered, winking at Damon.

"And I can take any punishment you give me. Hell, even Clarik can beat on me. I haven't had any endurance training in a while anyway. I'm getting soft, more prone for pain. Can't have that with my image around here."

Dain moved back a bit and stretched his body out, a couple hundred resounding cracks comingf orm his ligaments and joints. He'd been away for a while, and hadn't really done any fighting or morning exercises. He usually made excursions from his classes anyway, unless it was Weaponry. Though, he planned on skipping that class today anyway. He and Rhyme were going to Naut'Shinder.

"I'm ready when you are."

[hannah montana]

"Huh," Clarik scoffed. He spat at the ground to get the bittersweet taste of tobacco from his mouth before rolling his eyes. "Whatever, Mr. T." He looked to Damon and gave a half-grin. "Show-off, hm? We might get along after all."

[J-Bear!]

Dae popped into the picture. "Hello, my lover, my friend, and macho-man who I don't know!" Dae exclaimed cheerfully. "And of course you're a show-off, Clarik. That's how you got so lucky with me." She winked at him, laughing. "This is that guy I was telling you about, Damon. The one I missed at the sunset." She said.