Flujo de la Energía (Flow of the Energy)

A moment of silence, a moment of ease, a moment of absolute stillness. This was how Sabastian like to start all his training sessions. He took in a breath to release his clones. Four of them surrounding him, each taking their own stance, each one using a different style of martial art. He kept his eyes closed, breathing in silently, his chest expanding and collapsing. His opponents as they now where each made a silent step. Then each launched forward with an attack. One using Muay Thai for his attacks his knee heading straight for his head, for a quick side step using his hand in a swing motion to try and strike at his back. Aborting the attack after one of the other clones moves in with a punch to his temple, avoiding the attack rolling away. He soon came face to face with another of the clones who drew his swords try to stab downwards at him. He did a quick sweep recovery to knock the sword wielder off his feet, till he combined with a quick jump, spinning over him using the moment of his spin to attack Sabastian from above. Dropping to his back he was able to avoid the attack. But his friendly kicker came over with a straight and powerful axe kick from 180% up swinging down at him. As he back flipped escaping the kick he used a sonido to leap quickly behind one of them making a quick grab and flip to smash his skull into the solid ground below.

He was breathing a little heavy with a sigh of relief till he saw the one clone crawl back out. He took a stance as they all encircled him again, and this time looking a lot more serious. They all moved at a similar rhythm and it was making things harder to defend, a combinations of kicks, blades, elbows, knees, and fists. He was having a bit of trouble, he had the skill and he was mostly training his defensive capabilities but it was beginning to get to him. He had kept his eyes closed the entire fight so far, but after all that was only way to truly train the senses to their maximum. He has been listening for movements and for any sounds of the opponents. But it had grown quiet, he could hear a thing, their scents had faded. He was losing himself in the darkness unable to sense anything. He was a bit nervous, his clones were out to draw blood, he could sense the killing intent in the room, but it clouded the air, their Ki radiating out from their bodies creating a dense layer to almost choke a person.

He was thinking back to his training back when he was in the world of the living, back when he was alive. He remembered that the flow is something inside all people and that he needed only to find a way to channel it. It was not easy though, his chakras had been tainted by the blood lust of a hollow, and the hatred of a human. He was not where he needed to be. He could reflect upon his blood lust, the room was full of it from his clones. It was a darkness he didn't like. He felt what was blocking his flow as he avoided the attack coming from his clones. He had not usually done chakra training during sparring. It was an intricate process that took much concentration. But he knew if he were to ever use it in battle he must first master the abilities in training.

He leaped back from the oncoming attacks, keeping himself just out of range. He could feel the blows getting closer, and that made him uneasy. Moving from step to step he was able to keep just moments ahead, till one of them moved in from behind in a quick multi attack. He was a bit helpless and it ended up with a gash on his spine. He kicked off them to push himself far away from them. He landed on his feet planting them into the ground firmly feelings something inside him begin to change as he landed, his first chakra the Muladhara had released. He felt a bit more relaxed as he moved for a more powerful kick. This was an easier chakra to release, and he was using it well. He found his balance more stable, he felt more agile in all his kicks to strike his opponents. Sabastian matched one of them kick for kick till he was finally launched back. He was moving with more purpose and using more mobility. He was able to dodge them easily, then counter them powerfully. His wound seemed to be emanating a bit of an aura to it, seemingly pulsating. He was manipulating his survival instinct right now taking the fight over flight response.

He leaped over them moving faster and faster his wounds