[And those movements translate into breath, into the tension under his fingers and the growl in his voice. It's a good call, in theory. That Gen is taller makes it seem obvious that there's a bodily advantage and that slamming against him would knock him out or out of his own breath.
It's telltale: that Gen is pulling and then pushing instead of just barrelling through like a bull that just saw red means that he's been getting some sort of training, some sort of knowledge to get off the standard brawl in an alleyway type of thing. It's crude, but it's there, and the kid has a good grasp of what to do for an opponent to remain on their toes.
However.
If he had been pushed back, that's fine; he's aware of the cage's distance between his back and the ropes, and he'd be allowed some maneuvering. It would have been a problem if the kid were to pin him against it.
And yet, here he is, pulling him further away from the wall. His instincts are good: on paper. The problem is that it's Mamoru who's holding Gen's arm, and not the other way around. So when he finally throws his body forward, Mamoru can tell when the direction of his traction changes and he pulls that arm back, twisting through hips and waist and with some footwork that's simple but not intuitive. A smack on the back of the kid's neck with a heavy hand (and really, that wrist, and that neck, he's tall, but he wasn't expecting him to be this slim) is only adding insult to injury that he's using own force to move him around.
But he's felt it before. This guy is pent-up. He needs to be run like a horse, even if around in circles.
Prayer circle for those nicotine-scarred lungs. In a sense, he feels like he's back at the dojo. He's not even listening to the crowd around them, and he's somewhat impressed.] Lesson number two: release your breath, don't hold it. It ain't doing anything if it's not moving.
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It's telltale: that Gen is pulling and then pushing instead of just barrelling through like a bull that just saw red means that he's been getting some sort of training, some sort of knowledge to get off the standard brawl in an alleyway type of thing. It's crude, but it's there, and the kid has a good grasp of what to do for an opponent to remain on their toes.
However.
If he had been pushed back, that's fine; he's aware of the cage's distance between his back and the ropes, and he'd be allowed some maneuvering. It would have been a problem if the kid were to pin him against it.
And yet, here he is, pulling him further away from the wall. His instincts are good: on paper. The problem is that it's Mamoru who's holding Gen's arm, and not the other way around. So when he finally throws his body forward, Mamoru can tell when the direction of his traction changes and he pulls that arm back, twisting through hips and waist and with some footwork that's simple but not intuitive. A smack on the back of the kid's neck with a heavy hand (and really, that wrist, and that neck, he's tall, but he wasn't expecting him to be this slim) is only adding insult to injury that he's using own force to move him around.
But he's felt it before. This guy is pent-up. He needs to be run like a horse, even if around in circles.
Prayer circle for those nicotine-scarred lungs. In a sense, he feels like he's back at the dojo. He's not even listening to the crowd around them, and he's somewhat impressed.] Lesson number two: release your breath, don't hold it. It ain't doing anything if it's not moving.