Break A Sweat [Levi]

From one fluid motion to the next, Xaier was in his own world. It seemed like he had done this a million times before. Probably because he had kept the same routine whenever he worked out. Albeit this one geared toward working his fist strikes. However his focus would soon be torn away as he heard the sounds from the other side of the gym.

His body would loosen as he stopped the form work, and turned to inspect the sounds. He would catch another student who seemed to have snuck in while Xaier was doing his business. Those emerald eyes would watch him for a brief moment before he would return the weight to the rack. A small smile formed on his lips. Someone else wanted to train and it just so happened that Xaier was itching to practice on a moving target.

"Hey dude. Want to go a few rounds? For fun."

Xaier's words were gave with a smile as those emerald hues stared toward the other boy. If he declined, Xaier would simply shrug and return to what he was doing. Xaier's hands would work to remove the jacket he wore. He had been so intent on training he forgot to take it off. A simple white button-up t-shirt revealed as he tossed the jacket toward his bag.

"No pads.. No pain, no gain right? I say we keep it friendly. No low blows, no broken bones. All else goes."

Xaier would give a little laugh after he spoke, his right hand finding the back of his head during the exchange of words. The other kid was bigger, but no fear would seem present upon the silver haired one's face. Size meant very little to him. It only meant work a little harder.

"Let's go!"

He would not take a stance though. As soon as he felt his new practice buddy was ready, Xaier would make his opening move. A few quick steps would clear the distance between the two. Each step seeming to propel himself in zig-zag motion. 

His final step would be upon his left foot, off toward Levi's right. His knee would bend and Xaier would spring off it, lifting his right leg up before he thrust it heel first toward the right side of Levi's midsection. Xaier was unaware of much that this one could do, so he would just have to dive right in. 

Xaier's kick would connect, but Xaier would receive a sharp palm to the left check as well. The only reaction he made in time was to shift his head slightly so that the palm rolled off as well. It seemed he had decent reflexes at least, and the blow held strength as well. However the palm would barely phase him as his next plan would be set into motion.

The right leg he initially attacked with would drop back to the ground as he shifted his weight upon it and his left hand would look to lift and look to slip under and over Levi's extended arm and shoulder to try and deliver a sharp right hook.

If it it landed, Xaier's left hand would shift downward and he would attempt to grasp his opponent's right bicep as his hips torqued, sending his left leg low in attempt to collide with the right side of Levi's knee.

At best, he hoped to sweep him off his feet, at least he hoped to knock him off-balance while his right hand hovered, finger's wide anticipating return fire.

Xaier would feel Levi's foot hit his shin, effectively stopping his strike with a sting. However he had managed to grab his arm. His dropped slightly to see the leg retract. He knew he if tried to avoid damage, he could lose a valuable chance to deal damage himself. Xaier would chose to sacrifice his right forearm in preparation for his next attack. 

That right arm which had been hovering would zip across his midsection and look to place his forearm between the blow and his body. Those green eyes would squint slightly from the pain, however his hand would grasp at the leg looking to grab a hold.

If all went well, he would have to worry about his arm afterwards. His grasp on Levi's bicep and leg would be yank in opposite directions, looking to effectively turn Levi's body into a horizontal position in the air. Xaier's hands would release and the silver haired sophomore would snap his right leg out in attempt to thrust a kick into his midsection and send him away.

Xaier could not physically stop himself from fist pumping as his opponent flew away from him. It hadn't landed as flush as he had hoped, but it had gotten the job done just find. Those emerald hues had locked upon the male as he tumbled away. When he came to a stop, Xaier would pull his head back in the game.

"Thanks! I'm sure you've got your fair share as well!"

Xaier's words finished briefly before Levi came i to range. Xaier wasn't sure what to expect, so he would keep stance as Levi made his move. The first kick that came would be avoided, as the emerald eyed boy rocked his upper-body and head backwards out of range. Unfortunately though the boy was not expecting the feint. Levi's other leg snapped out and it would catch Xaier just above his forehead as he straightened up.

Like.. THAT!

His head would move backwards from the force of the kick and Xaier would allow gravity to take hold. His arms would snap over his head as Xaier turned his fall into a back hand spring. His feet would be pulled upward and over. While it had mainly been to allow himself to catch his fall and gain some distanced, it was an attack in the form of a recovery.

Xaier's legs would lift upward and over as he tried to clip the under side of Levi's expected leg. With luck it would send him spinning as gravity took hold to bring him back to ground level. Xaier was hoping for him to land on his back or shoulders. Not his head. This was just for fun, after all.

Xaier would spend a second or two to rub at his forehead area. Had he been paying closer attention, he may have been able to avoid it. But he did not. All was well though,  bruise or two himself would not kill him. He would allow Levi a few moments to breath, as he took that time himself.

"Get reaady!"

But it would not last very long. The emerald hues once again locked upon Levi and the sophomore took off toward him again. Similar motions from before, as each step propelled him the opposite direction. Zig-zagging his way back to Levi, Off to his right this time on his final step.

His right arm would shoot out in attempt to land a stiff right cross as he looked to target the right side of his sparring partner's head. He couldn't stick to just kicks. He knew this one seemed well trained enough. He would have to keep him guessing.