[There's only so much a conversation can accomplish and Keith's no longer interested in dealing with words anymore. Letting it go in favor of just pushing James around for a bit is a far more satisfying prospect than pointless banter about middle school.
Surprisingly, Keith recognizes the style of approach from childhood judo classes of his own -- something his dad had sent him to in order to work off some of his energy. Those classes were a long time ago though, and he's since adopted a more fluid style of combat. Something that'd probably make a professional judoka cry, but might win him the approval of an MMA fighter.
There's no hesitation. James moves in, and Keith simply pivots and throws out a quick kick to zone him out. Keep him out of grab range. Another kick to advance and drive James back towards the wall, followed by a quick grab of the shoulder and hip. Pushing forward to tip the other off balance, there's a quick sweep of his foot for a take down.]
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Surprisingly, Keith recognizes the style of approach from childhood judo classes of his own -- something his dad had sent him to in order to work off some of his energy. Those classes were a long time ago though, and he's since adopted a more fluid style of combat. Something that'd probably make a professional judoka cry, but might win him the approval of an MMA fighter.
There's no hesitation. James moves in, and Keith simply pivots and throws out a quick kick to zone him out. Keep him out of grab range. Another kick to advance and drive James back towards the wall, followed by a quick grab of the shoulder and hip. Pushing forward to tip the other off balance, there's a quick sweep of his foot for a take down.]