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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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   As soon as the words were out of Kim’s mouth, Corscan twisted her right wrist and extended her forearm, sending her stick hooking around towards the side of Kim’s head in a vicious arc. Kim twisted her own forearm to the right and bent her wrist, snapping her stick out straight to block the attack with a sharp “crack” of Rattan on Rattan, and then had to step back and disengage as Corscan turned and kept coming with a follow up mid-body strike using her left stick.
   As Corscan’s stick arced through the space Kim had occupied, Kim stepped back in with a shoulder-high strike from her right stick and a stomach level strike with her left stick, but Corscan reversed the direction of her left stick and intercepted the first blow as it arced in while she dropped her right and caught the second just a few inches above her hand.
   With both her sticks caught in inside blocking positions and hampered by the lack of space, Corscan pushed back hard on Kim’s sticks, shoving the girl away from her and then spearing the ends of her sticks in with a twin thrust strike to Kim’s chest. Kim swept her right stick back in and caught both the oncoming sticks in a sweeping side block even as she spun her body to the right and out of the way, sweeping her left stick in towards the back of Corscan’s head with a spinning back strike that the other woman crouched low to duck under almost before it was coming.
   Corscan whipped her left stick back and to the side from her crouching position, coming in low on Kim’s left leg, and Kim snapped her left stick down to catch the attack before sending her right stick down in a chopping strike at Corscan’s shoulder. Corscan continued to twist around however, and bent her right arm over her head so that she could catch Kim’s descending strike on her own back-angled stick. Still twisting in place, Corscan slid her blocking stick along Kim’s until it came free and continued the motion, whipping the stick around in a tight arc to come in against Kim’s leg again, leaving her with no other option but to skip back from the woman.
   Surging to her feet, Corscan whipped her sticks back and forth in spinning, fanning defensive patterns while Kim took two pivot steps back and initiated her own defensive pattern as she regained her stance and timing. A moment later Kim came in hard once more, her sticks licking out in a high-low-high strike pattern that Corscan turned aside with a series of arcing blocks before counterattacking with a barrage of mid and high body strikes that Kim caught with her own defenses.
   Breaking apart once more, Kim only had time to reestablish her stance and ready position before Corscan came in with an offensive of her own. Kim bit her lower lip in concentration as she tracked and blocked each of Corscan’s constant snapping, arcing strikes in turn, hard pressed now that the other woman was hanging back and using her greater reach to her advantage. The air filled with a constant clatter of sharp staccato “cracks” as Kim and Corscan circled one another, their sticks fanning, looping blurs interspaced with sudden snapping stops as blocks intercepted strikes repeatedly.
   At one point Kim barely managed to stop herself from instinctively stepping up onto Corscan’s extended thigh and using it as a springboard to launch a flying acrobatic attack at the back of the other woman’s head. One reason she stopped herself was that this was only supposed to be sparring, and despite how hard Corscan was pressing her, the move would have felt a little too… real, for Kim’s comfort—never mind the fact that she was sure she could have totally nailed her with it. The other reason was that the attack wouldn’t have even remotely been within normal Escrima techniques, and since Corscan had yet to try nailing her with anything other than her sticks, Kim was going to keep to the same rules, even if she was doing worse than she expected too.
   Nonetheless, both Kim and Corscan brought their own unique moves to the battle in an effort to throw the other’s timing or positioning off. Corscan liked quickly spinning out to her right or left, pivoting on the appropriate leg in a similar motion used for spinning backfists, circling up to ninety degrees around Kim as well as coming in with an attack that forced the girl to rapidly shift her position in order to block or avoid it. Kim on the other hand preferred to simply vacate the space her body was in by dropping into an extended crouching phoenix stance that had her so low to the ground she was practically hugging the floor before either surging back up in a rising attack against Corscan or coming in against her legs, depending on the moment.
   Finally, after yet another heated exchange in which both Kim and Corscan’s sticks had been nothing more than constant pale fanning blurs of motion the entire time and the rhythmic “clack” and “crack” of their impact sounded like a percussion recital, Kim realized that she had been on the defensive for over half the time they had been doing this now, and most of that had been the last few minutes straight.
   Clenching her teeth, Kim decided that she really only had one chance against Corscan if she wanted to take back the offensive; to get in close and crowd the big woman, denying her her superior reach. It was risky because of how powerful the other woman was and that she knew how to use that power to her advantage, and, more importantly, that the tactic went against Kim’s usual preference to keep in the open and at a distance from a foe so that she could use her agility and mobility to full advantage against them.
   Still, Kim was sick of being on the receiving end, so she came at Corscan in a sudden rush before the woman could initiate another attack, pushing in to close range and using short, snapping fan and hook strikes along with pommel strikes to maintain the crowding range and keep Corscan on the defensive unless she wanted to break off and retreat to a longer distance.
   It seemed to be working well, until, with an almost slithering motion, Corscan wound a hand and stick around Kim’s right wrist and with a twist, caught her stick and disarmed her. Five seconds of desperate attempt to avoid it later, Kim found herself with one arm trapped in a lock while she was bent back over Corscan’s extended thigh with the tip of the woman’s other stick tucked neatly in the center of her jaw, just above her throat.
   Corscan looked down into Kim’s shocked eyes and grinned. “I believe you’re dead there Kim.” She said softly. “Now, where did you go wrong?”
   Grimacing, Kim sighed and then growled out; “I forgot that one of the primary techniques Escrima teaches is close quarters trapping.” Kim paused from a moment and then snorted. “And it doesn’t help that although I know what I’m doing, you’re an Escrima master, aren’t you?”
   “Well, there is that.” Corscan said, still smiling as she released Kim and steadied her back to her feet. “But you did pretty good there for an adept. An’ of course, you spent a bit of effort resistin’ temptation too…”
   “Come again?” Kim asked, unsure what Corscan meant.
   “The aerial an’ high kickin’ urges?”
   “Oh. You picked up on that, did you?” Kim answered a little uncomfortably.
   “Kinda hard to miss darlin’. Y’d tense up an’ then just release for no reason, or do somethin’ contrary to the motions you were preparin’ for. I’d’a figured it was a feintin’ tactic except y’never seemed to try an’ take advantage—an’ a few times I saw it throw you off your timin’ too. What else could it’a been?”
   “Heh… well, it’s been quite a while since I’ve had to stick to a single style. Guess I’m a little rusty there.”
   “S’ok, y’did fine. But still… score one for me.” Corscan said with a teasing smile before holding out her Escrima sticks and asking Kim; “Would you mind puttin’ these away while I get some water?”
   “Sure.” Kim answered, taking the sticks and adding them to her own.
   As Corscan headed towards the dining room area Kim watched her go, taking note that yet again although the big woman was breathing more heavily than Kim was, she wasn’t sweating nearly as much. Added to the fact that she had lost the sparring match, unlike her win at tumbling, and Kim was less than happy with herself. Of course, it wasn’t like she’d really had a chance either. The family motto might be “anything’s possible for a Possible,” but it would have to be “everything’s a certainty for a Possible” for Kim to have beaten an Escrima master with only her level of skill while relying only on the discipline itself. Still, she had learned a few things, and now thought that maybe picking up some more Escrima training might be a good idea.
   Sighing, Kim moved to where the stick Corscan disarmed her of had landed, bent over, and picked it up. Then she wandered into the area where the weapons were displayed and carefully slid the four Rattan sticks into the basket they came from.
   Looking around, Kim marveled at the sheer variety and functionality of all the weapons that were here. Corscan must have spent a small fortune acquiring and maintaining the extensive collection of battle-ready weaponry. There were dozens of examples of pretty much every primary Asian weapon type resting on the racks and displays around her, and at least four or five versions of any specific thing Kim could think of—and even a few she had never seen before.
   Coming to a stop in front of a tiered rack of katana swords she had wandered over to, Kim looked them over and was surprised at how plain they all appeared. The hilts and sheaths were all subdued and simple, with the only ornamentation being small but functional flourishes on the guards and pommel caps. One of the swords didn’t even have any cloth wrapping around its hilt, but rather, it was bound in a woven pattern of well-worn, pale grey leather of some kind.
   Curious, Kim reached out and ran her fingers over the hilt and was surprised to feel the material catching at them, slightly rough and tacky to the touch. Kim carefully lifted the sword from the rack and brought it closer to her face, examining the simple, unadorned brass oval lozenge that formed its broad, heavy guard and finding that it was covered in countless fine scratches along with a few heavier nicks and notches. Breaking the seal with her thumb, Kim slid five inches of blade free of the sheath, examining the sturdy brass tang, sinuous wave pattern in the thick steel, and the brilliant white gleam of the keen edge-line the blade held.
   “Careful; it’s as sharp as it looks Kim.” Corscan’s voice came softly from behind and to the right, and Kim narrowly avoided starting from it.
   Turning, Kim glanced back at Corscan where she stood on the edge of the area, a metal-capped glass water bottle in either hand.
   “Sorry, I was just looking.” Kim said as she re-sheathed the blade fully and began putting it back on the rack.
   “No need to apologize darlin’. Y’have good instincts though; that’s my favorite katana, an authentic Nagasone Kotetsu blade in the best master-crafted functional settin’ that a modern smith could produce for it.” Corscan quirked a smile and continued; “An’ probably worth more money than both your parents have made put together since you became a teenager.”
   “Oh,” Kim said softly, suddenly very nervous as she finished placing the sword on the rack very, very carefully.
   Corscan laughed and said; “It ain’t glass Kim, no need to go all timid on it. I’ve fought with that blade before, an’ it’s worth every cent it cost; strong steel that’ll hold up under extreme conditions. You’d have to try an’ abuse it to do any damage… or treat it like total crap, as the case may be.”
   “Thanks, but I’d rather not play with something that costs more than the house I live in. Or a few of them I guess.” Kim said with a grin as she came back out onto the mats to join Corscan.
   “Heh… here, have some water.” Corscan said as she held the bottle in her left hand out to Kim.
   “Thanks.” Kim said as she took the bottle and opened it by twisting off the metal cap. The water was cool, but not cold, and after a few mouthfuls an odd aftertaste had Kim smacking her lips wetly while looking at the unadorned glass bottle with a peculiar expression on her face.
   “Somethin’ wrong?” Corscan asked after swallowing a mouthful of her own.
   “This spring water tastes… funny. Not bad… but… weird.” Kim answered.
   “Ahhh… that’s because it’s not spring water; it’s distilled. Then it’s heavily re-oxygenated in a tank packed with granite gravel an’ filtered through a long sluice filled with mineral sands before it’s finally bottled.”
   “Hunh. Well, it’s different; I’ll give it that.”
   “I can get you somethin’ else if you don’t like it.”
   “No, that’s ok. It’s just odd is all. I think it’s something I’d need to get a taste for. Not that I’d want that,” Kim ended with a smile, “last thing I need is to be spending my money on what I’m sure is expensive bottled water—in a spankin’ glass bottle no less.”
   “Curses! You’ve foiled my plan! Now how will I gain control of the great Kim Possible if she ain’t hooked on my bottled water an’ I have nothin’ to hold hostage on her?” Corscan teased, eliciting a smile and a laugh from Kim in return. “Seriously though, I’ll send a crate to your house; see if you really do like it or not. Now c’mon, let’s get goin’ before we cool down too much.”
   “Ok.” Kim said, not taking Corscan seriously. Quickly the girl trotted over to her backpack and set the mostly full bottle down next to it before heading back out onto the mats and over to where she had dropped her staff.
   Stopping, Kim looked up at Corscan with a smile before resting her foot on the top of the thick, cane-wrapped bamboo pole and pulling it back with a snap, rolling it up onto the top of her foot and then tossing it into the air where she caught it neatly with her right hand. Twirling the staff over the back of her hand, Kim took it in both hands as it came around again and smoothly continued the motion into a looping figure eight pattern, windmilling the staff around her from side to side in a dark brown blur.
   After several passes Kim switched back to using the staff in one hand and started passing it back and forth from hand to hand over her shoulder or behind her back while turning in place. Kim went faster and faster until she culminated by rolling the weapon around either upper arm and catching it with the same hand or spinning it around her neck several times each before ending in a low crouch with the staff held in a broad two-handed grip, one end extended in front of her and the other close to her body.
   Corscan quirked a deep lopsided smile near the end of the exhibition, and after Kim was done she said; “Heh. I never could get the hang of that; I’d always end up smashin’ myself in the face or sendin’ it spinnin’ off in a random direction. Still, I get by…”
   With that Corscan flipped her own staff into the air with her foot, caught it, and performed a similar initial spinning and transfer display before moving into a series of high-low-high sweeping strike and extended thrust katas, every blow snapping to a crisp, dead stop at the end of the move. All through the exhibition Corscan’s superior strength allowed her to use the weapon at a far greater speed than Kim had mustered while still maintaining the same degree of control, the deep thrumming sound of the pole cutting through the air coming almost continuously from it. The performance finally ended with Corscan in a wide, open stance that had her right leg extended towards Kim while she crouched back on her left, arms spread out to either side of her and the staff held with one end tucked into the small of her back while the other extended straight out with her right forearm curled around it to hold it in place.
   Well this should be interesting, Kim thought to herself with a tight grin.
   Kim could tell that unless Corscan had been holding back—which she doubted—her own staff work was a little better than the other woman’s, on a technical level at least. It wasn’t that she was sloppy per se, but Kim thought that Corscan had come to rely on her strength to give her control of the weapon instead of technique. In most cases the result amounted to the same thing, but, there were a few ways to exploit the difference if you knew what you were doing—and Kim certainly knew what she was doing.
   This time it was Kim who attacked first. With a grunt she charged forward and swung the right end of her staff in towards Corscan’s head, but the other woman simply shifted the angle of her own extended staff by twisting her forearm, blocking the strike while taking a half-step back. Kim reversed her motion and sent the other end of her staff whipping in at Corscan’s shoulder, only to be met with Corscan’s staff as she again shifted the angle she held it at and blocked.
   Raising an eyebrow at the odd one-armed defense even as she attacked again, Kim sent another three strikes in to be met with the same results before she started to get annoyed. Growling, Kim’s brow furrowed with concentration as she sent a barrage of varying high and low alternating strikes in at Corscan in rapid succession with little success, other than forcing Corscan back several steps.
   Finally, Kim detected the flaw in Corscan’s infuriating defense and sent a blow sweeping in at the woman with the left side of her staff that was perfectly level and at the same height as Corscan’s forearm, meaning that if Corscan wanted to use the same technique to block it, she would have to catch the end of Kim’s staff perfectly with the thickness of her own instead of the length; that being roughly an inch-and-a-half window of success. And if she could do that… well, Kim might as well just give up.
   Instead, Corscan neither succeeded nor failed, but rather declined to try entirely, skipping out to the side quickly and avoiding the blow. With a scowl, Kim pursued her, snapping alternating strikes in at the same level over and over again as she advanced, until Corscan finally broke her stance and swept the end of her staff out from behind her back with an awkward looking move of her arm.
   Holding the cane-wrapped pole more or less vertical in her right hand, Corscan jerked the upright staff back and forth, blocking each of Kim’s continuing blows in succession until she was able to recover her stance and timing enough to skip back out of range for the half-second it took to reverse her grip on the pole and sweep it around her whole body several times in a six foot wide attack circle, forcing Kim to break off her advance and block the incoming staff as Corscan moved towards her for the first time since they had started.
   Finally gaining the time she needed to risk grabbing her staff with the other hand, Corscan did so, adjusting her grip on the staff and settling into a more standard stance, the ends of the weapon circling and twisting in brown blurs to catch each of Kim’s blows in turn as the girl renewed her assault and began varying her attacks once more now that she had finally achieved her objective of breaking Corscan’s initial defense. Unfortunately, breaking Corscan’s initial defense also freed her to start attacking as well, and the big woman wasted no time beginning a series of counterattacks that soon had Kim hard-pressed to continue maintaining her own offense in the face of them.
   Not being constrained to a single discipline that she was only moderately skilled in allowed Kim the freedom to finally use her mobility and agility the way she preferred to though, leaping over or rolling under attacks as well as springing in and out of range or position in order to avoid attacks or launch ones of her own from unusual angles. For the most part Corscan pursued, retreated, or endured in a well grounded, balanced stance, but every now and then the big woman would avoid or initiate an attack of her own using a similar and equally acrobatic display, reminding Kim that despite her size, Corscan was fairly mobile, almost as agile as she was, and just as fast when it came to striking and blocking speed.
   As Kim and Corscan circled one another the pace of their sweeping, snapping strikes and blocks picked up speed until their staves were blurs of continuous motion spinning and swirling around them, with the dull “cracks” of their repeated impacts coming near continuously. They had been sparring for nearly five minutes now—an eternity in terms of fighting—and neither one of them had managed to achieve anything more than a few minor hits on the other or forcing a stumble here and there, and the even contest was starting to take its toll on Kim. She wasn’t used to fighting someone who so evenly matched her for such a long time, and the burn of exertion was settling into her arms, shoulders, and waist as the match continued. Nonetheless, Kim was pleased to note that this time round she was finally making Corscan sweat as much as she was—though annoyingly the other woman’s breathing was a little more controlled than Kim’s; testament to how little effort using her staff was thanks to her superior strength.
   Deciding it was finally time to pull out all the stops and make her final play for victory, Kim snapped in a series of strikes designed to push Corscan’s defense a little further out of line with each one, until Kim had the window she wanted for her real attack. Spinning to the left and stepping forward so she was on Corscan’s front side, Kim hooked the right end of her angled staff behind Corscan’s ankle as she came back around, flipping her leg out from under her and dumping the big woman on her back with a heavy thump.
   As Corscan was falling Kim sent the left end of her staff chopping down at her head, but even as she hit the ground the other woman still managed to interpose her own staff between herself and the descending blow. Then Corscan wrenched the end around to the side, chopping in at Kim’s legs and forcing her to leap up over the incoming strike. As she descended, Kim flipped her staff around in a loop and struck at Corscan once more, but even as she did so, her eyes widened with a gasp of panic as Corscan pulled her staff up and struck at Kim’s falling form with an angled thrust.
   Frantically throwing herself to the side while levering her staff in the other direction, Kim narrowly avoided ending up folded over the thrust, knocking Corscan’s staff out of line just enough that combined with her desperate aerial swerve she fell to the side of it instead, landing in an uncontrolled heap. As soon as she got her bearings and breath back, Kim rolled away from Corscan several times before she got sufficient distance to feel safe rolling up and to her feet in a low, compact crouch. As Kim did so, Corscan bent her legs straight up to her chest and then snapped them back down, pushing off the floor with her shoulders and flipping up to her feet in the difficult kip up maneuver.
   Facing Kim as the young woman rose to her feet once more, Corscan turned her right side towards the girl and snapped her staff up and out, adjusting her grip so that her left hand was just above the bottom end and her right was in the middle. Advancing still side on, Corscan began spearing the end of her weapon at Kim in a series of ongoing thrusts that lanced in randomly anywhere from Kim’s knees to shoulders. As the assault continued it also picked up speed, until the thrusting pole was all but a blur of constant motion.
   “Oh crap.” Kim muttered as she finally recognized the oncoming attack pattern she was devoting more and more effort to defending herself against. It was a near perfect execution of the Thousand Thrusts Barrage, and a skilled practitioner could use it to easily pin down a single opponent for as long as they could keep up the pace. With Corscan’s strength that could prove to be quite a long time indeed, and Kim wasn’t sure she could manage the strenuous defense for such a prolonged period, so rather than see, she decided to try the riskier tactic of executing a counter to it.
   Slowly shifting her grip on her staff in jerky steps while she continued blocking, Kim eventually mirrored Corscan’s grip and stance, and as she did so, the other woman’s look of concentration broke with a tight, lopsided grin. Instead of abandoning her attack however, Corscan continued the Thousand Thrusts Barrage, apparently intending to make Kim work for her counter instead of breaking off the assault prematurely.
   Soon Kim was dueling the end of Corscan’s staff with her own, twisting it back and forth or flipping it around and down to block the incoming strikes in a series of moves that almost resembled the way fencing swords engaged one another. After another dozen or so strikes to get the pacing down, Kim made her first attempt to counter, but failed to properly engage. A few strikes later she finally snared the side of Corscan’s staff properly and began twisting and circling it around in a cone shaped motion which Corscan was forced to match or suffer the counterstrike.
   After a dozen or more looping passes around Corscan’s staff Kim finally snapped hers down as she stepped in close and slightly to the side of Corscan, standing almost shoulder to shoulder with the other woman while pushing Corscan’s staff into the floor, her own staff crossed over and bearing down on it, locking it down for as long as she could hold it there.
   For a few moments both women stood panting and looking at one another, Kim pushing down doggedly while Corscan pulled up with enough strength to make it a struggle for Kim to hold the staff locked to the floor, despite the superior leverage and position she had. Kim knew she could risk snapping the end of her staff up and back towards Corscan’s head, and if she succeeded, it would be a telling strike, but, if Corscan was fast enough to get her high end up and block the blow, Kim would be wide open for the inside strike to her legs that the other woman would surely make in return. It was a Mexican standoff.
   Still looking intently at Kim, and still smiling, Corscan sucked in a breath in order to pant out; “Draw?” questioningly.
   After a brief moment to consider, Kim nodded once, somewhat grudgingly, and, with a reluctant, amused smile of her own, puffed back; “Draw.”
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