[@Doc Doctor]

[b]Steer[/b]:

[i]{It’s maaaagggggiiiiiiiiic.}[/i]

With first blows, in Steers mind, it wasn’t so much as doing damage, more seeing what your opponent could do and at what level. Steer kept in mind the odd stance Kentucky was taking, and odd it was. He didn’t move, it was almost casual, but the real ‘kicker’ seemed to be the words he spoke. Steer wasn’t expert number one on magical forces, he had his own ‘arsenal’mind you, but light or high, physically spoken spells were a tad bit tricky. They usually sounded like utter nonsense and what was flung from them, be it via hand or something else usually was just that. This was the case here sadly, though despite the nonsense done, spells had their own nifty affects which when it came down to it, the best option to them was more physical avoidance then fancy tricks.

“Aw heck…”

Sadly that wasn’t on the Menu and Kentuckies intent was successful. The only solid defense melee wise Steer could think of was a tenseness of his body, from his ankles up to the spot right below the back of his neck given he could clearly see his back was to Kentucky. Luckily this worked in tandem with his missed kick, as said left kick was meant more of a cautionary starting move usually easily adjusted to correct a miss or mistake to make tripping, falling, and outright good damage near impossible. Just as Kentucky raised his foot, his right leg lifted his heel slightly, said heel turning slightly to outward towards Steers right, another small defensive action though it looked odd probably from Kentuckies point of view.

“Urk!”

And he was kicked at the knee. Slight preparation absorbed the damge though, IE, the tenseness in his body and the heel of his right foot raising. It wasn’t perfect, the right leg unwillingly took a ‘step’ forward from the kick but given semi-preparedness Steer had, it was just that; a disorganized step forward from its original placing, Steers right arm and hand curling inward over his waist perhaps to keep his torso upright. However, that was not all. As fast as the foot was forced into its awkward ‘pace’ forward, it turned, having done so in a likewise but organized fashion, the heel pointing completely to Steers right, planted not to firmly but firm enough to stay in the ground, aiding the extended posture of his more extended left leg. A counter would use all these elements in tandem as soon as his right turned foot hit the ground. 

The turn of his right was for a reason of course; Steer allowed a sort of natural pull of body to occur, aided by all the other prepared tenseness in his body to turn his left side backwards in a half circle. If one could paint it completely, it was a quick pivot to face Kentucky again, a slight leg sweep added with his extended left leg of low-medium strength his the side of his right foot. Along with this, since Kentucky had been so kind to do a little not-melee ability, Steer somewhat did the same wise. In truth the ‘supporting’ right arm to keep his torso up was a ‘hidding’ attempt for as soon as Steer turned, not only did the left foot/leg swipe occur, one could clearly see Steers right hand was covered in an airy gray sort of aura. This was his Chi capability, not in its best state and quickly made, it wasn’t the most effective, but thrusting his right hand forward, in a clenched claw like fashion no less (as he faced Kentucky again, if all went as planned) the wavy aura would fade from Steers hand and fly forward seeking to imbed itself into the lower inner section of Kentuckies left side. The Chi orb was baseball size, the impact would be felt like a fist to the gut if it did impact and upon impact it would ‘explode’ much like a water balloon and hit Kentucky with a gathered but small wave of heat and Kinetic force properties that would of course hurt in it itself…and also possibly leave a small scorch mark on the mans fancy get up.

Despite the slight intricacy and fancy footwork, proper preparation that was almost completely on the mark made Steers motion, from his pivot to Chi-ball flinging fluid, organized and swift, coming in just as quickly as Kentuckies second obviously magical/ability flinging word was nearly completed, perhaps cancelling out altogether, perhaps not. One thing was for certain; the crowd was enjoying the strange brawl already, not many ‘abilities’ were seen in these parts after all!