August's Training

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*A good tactic, to be sure. However, again, a Master is not to be so easily taken advantage of.

Bracing himself as good as he can, from what was an off-balance position, Lakkerun holds his hands in front of his chest, about a foot away. As the foot comes flying towards him, Lakkerun catches it in his hands, grabbing on tight to make sure it won't break through to his chest. The result is a pair of bruised palms, but he's still on his feet.

Keeping hold of the boot, Lakkerun pushes forward, charging hard, trying to move the body towards the wall. If all went well, his body would be crumpled up against the nearby wall (About four to five yards away) in a painful contortion.*

[August/Heetho]

August was off balance as is, with his feet in Master Lakkerun's hands, and his own hands the only thing holding him up, and his back to Master Lakkerun. He let go of the ground, and then flung his feet as hard forward as possible, attempting to fling his Master into the same wall he attempted to push August into.

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I let go of his foot instantly, and fly like a missile towards the wall... however, with the speed of a panther, and a bit of help from the Force, I manage to stop my fall with my bare hands against the wall.

Now, instead of flying away like I might've were I to have a lightsabre, I land plop, straight down, on top of August. Putting all my weight into him, I start attempting to pound him to dust with my fist, as one would do with a hammer.*