Fists of Furry

The Master smiled. Her work hadn't gone to waste.

The Student lashed out at the master, padded gloves flashing by the Master's sight with an uncanny ease. The padded suits which they both were wearing were no defense against the Master's attacks; the uncomfortable foam gloves the erudite vixen wore in no way would reduce the damage of a power strike, a focused pressure point, or a chi blast. But the Student did not know this, and for the first time in all their sparring, he was attacking with all his skill and might. This pleased the Master.

"Do you know why I am stronger than you?" the fox posed of her Student.

The wolf merely blinked. "Why?" The wolf was put on the defensive, a punch 'accidentally' nicking the wolf's muzzle, the fox's questions keeping the wolf's feral instincts from overpowering his civil mind. "Well, you've had fourty more years to train..."

The Master smirked. "So what? I'm not training now. It's not doing me any good." Slipping behind him, using her tail's thick brush to feint, she curled behind him and locked his arm. "What is the difference between how we fight?"

As much as the Student thrashed, he could not break her grip. However, he spotted one weakness in his Master's stance: she was not properly set. "Well, I want to win, and you want--" He attacked in mid-sentence, wrapping his legs behind the fox's kness and pulling. She doubled over, with Student on top of Master, falling to the mat --

-- and he hit the ground hard, yelping. The fox had rolled away -- but he had broken the lock. "You came close," she complimented her pupil. "I am stronger because I want to be." Offering a paw to her Student. "I collect my chi... I punch with all my will, not muscle, moving my fist and claws."

He took the Master's paw, an unspoken symbol that the sparring match was over. However, the Master did not remove her sparring helmet; a quirk in her eye suggesting a second round. She had a busy schedule -- a student going two rounds with the Master was a high honor. He bowed, and accepted her new challenge.

The Master took her stance again. "Now, tell me why I am faster than you."

The Student immediately took the offensive, going for shots that would stun an elbow or shoulder. "Because--" he grunted as a fist flew past her shoulder-- "... you want to be?"

The vixen smirked. "No... and there you are, parroting me again," she chastized. "I am not faster than you because I want to be. I am faster than you because I am a fox." A quick punch, effortlessly slipped into past the Student's defense into his ribcage, caused just enough pain to remind the student that this was a sparring match. "Now, our last match, you were attempting moves you saw me doing without any idea of the flexibility --" Once more, she snuck around him, locking both arms, but without making the same mistake -- "... or the speed required." She worked him to the floor. "With your training, and your species, you can't do it. But, there are ways in which a wolf even with your training can surpass me."

The Master let her Student up off the floor; she had purposefully not defeated him. Grinning, she took her stance again, letting him get back to his feet. He was amusing her, which he supposed was an honor.

"Now, let your instincts guide your chi," she murred. "Stop coming at me like a fox -- and start fighting me like a wolf!"

Fists of Furry

Fists of Furry is an RPG system with an emphasis on the juxtaposition of martial arts and animals.

Character Creation

Species

Animal Types...

Martial Arts School

Styles of Martial Arts...

Archtype

Classes...

Abilities

Additional advantages...

rolls and resolution

Combat

Fight'n words...

Non-combat actions

Not fight'n words...