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Post by Veyugan ~* on Nov 15, 2010 1:49:37 GMT -8
Plan B? [/center] Veyugan felt a pair of hands wrap tightly around his forearms. As his head rocketed forward - intending to slam into the boy's head, the Czech felt an interference as his head made contact. It seemed the boy had moved both of their arms in front of Veyugan's attack - causing him to strike his own forearms with his headbutt. A dull pain pulsated in his arms, but it only fueled Veyugan's desire for blood. Ring around the rosy. [/center] Their bodies spun from the conflicting attacks colliding. As they spun toward the ground, Veyugan readied his feet for landing so he wouldn't fall and lose his composure. Even as he fell, he attempted to position the boy in the same manner - so they would both land on their feet. Simultaneously, the Czech rotated his forearms toward the thumbs of the boy, pushing against the weak point. He didn't necessarily want to break the grip, only loosen it slightly so he could work his own counter in. If the grip was loosened, Veyugan would reach down, grabbing the boy's forearms - reversing the hold in his favor. The grand finale. [/center] Once his feet touched ground and absorbed the shock of landing, Veyugan would jump roughly a foot off the ground - still holding the boy's forearms. As he jumped, he would bring both knees to his chest. At this point, Veyugan would simultaneously pull the boy toward him while thrusting both legs forward in the form of a drop kick. The result would be devastating if Veyugan managed to keep his grip on the boy's arms. The guitar player's body would be pulled into the drop kick - doubling, possibly tripling the force behind the attack. With this attack, Veyugan doubted the boy would be able to continue fighting, however; the Czech had seen stranger things.
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Post by Brad White on Nov 15, 2010 2:11:43 GMT -8
As they fell the man moved to position his feet for a landing and tried to force, Brad into a similar position, which Brad was trying to do himself. As they fell he could feel his opponent trying to free his arms, something Brad was going to let happened. Amazingly despite his size and strengh, when it came down grabbing onto someone and getting them to the floor it was something he was good. Of course that included not letting people get any advantage in a hold.
As the mans tried twisting his arms, Brad also moved his arms. Pivoting his wrist as if trying to snap the guys arms downwards, while pushing out towards him, so that his arm should go toward hitting his own head for a second time. With the hold hopefully held they would land and Brad would immediately jump again. Throwing all of his weight forward still pushing the mans arms backward. If every thing when to plan, the guy would go over backward, Brad pinning his arms cross over his the guys own neck, while his knee would land into the guys abdomen.
Kneeling on the guy he would push down with everything he had forcing one of the guy forearms into his own throat, trying to cut of his air supply and hopefully trying to make him pass out as quickly as possible. It was amazing what someone so small could do when they threw everything at someone.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Nov 15, 2010 2:52:12 GMT -8
That was ... unexpected. [/i] As the Czech landed, he realized his attempt to reverse the grip had been unsuccessful. Strange, as forcing against the thumbs generally always worked to loosen a grip. It seemed the little boy seemed to have some knowledge in grappling. A smirk crossed Veyugan's lips as he felt the boy beginning to force his body upward into a jump. Maybe that was something he could use to his advantage. How unfortunate would it be to have a strength turn into a weakness? Thankfully - with his combat experience - Veyugan was exceptionally skilled at making that happen. Hold on tight; I dare you. [/i] It was apparent now the boy was attempting to wrestle Veyugan into the ground. A task the boy would find nearly impossible. Standing a foot taller, and weighing what looks to be twice as much, Veyugan was comparable to a brick wall against the boy. As the boy pushed the Czechs arms back toward him again, Veyugan merely took a single step backward with his left foot, turning also to his left. He would aid the push with a pull as the boy jumped into the air. Using the grip upon his forearms to benefit him, Veyugan would pull the boy up and over his body. As the boy would flip over the Czech, Veyugan would pull his forearms into his body as he took a knee. The intended outcome was to flip the boy over and bring the boys back down into his knee. However, if the boy decided at anytime to release his grip, the Czech would be ready to take advantage of his new found freedom.
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Post by Brad White on Nov 15, 2010 3:20:40 GMT -8
(OOC:a dramatic end maybe)
It seemed that his small amount of skill couldn't beat the man greater strengh and skill together as Brad tried to jump instead he was hoisted up into the air with amazing. He let go at the height of the swing and flew up into the air. "HOLY HELL." Brad screamed at the top of his lungs as he flew basically straight up into the air.
He came back down fast, spinning and uncontrolled this was going to hurt like hell, he had gone quite high due to be quite impressively light. Light or not if the guy below didn't move he was about to have Brad come slamming back down into as he came down. That would hurt him to but he would prefer hitting the man rather the ground, flesh was softer then concrete paving stones.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Nov 16, 2010 17:05:23 GMT -8
OOC~* Likewise. Time for the Czech to BOOK IT. Veyugan watched with glee as the boy flailed upward into the air. The boy's skill in his grappling techniques was strong, however; one musn't rely too heavily on their strengths. Eventually, their strength will become their weakness. When encountering someone who has the knowledge to counter or surpass your strengths - where else are you able to rely on? That was a lesson the Czech had learned early on in his life. Incoming. Veyugan merely took a step backward to prevent the boy from crashing down upon him. Regardless of size, it wouldn't feel too pleasant to have the boy come crashing down atop of Veyugan's head. As he took his step - his ears perked harshly. It was only now, hearing the sounds of sirens, that the Czech was able to take in his surroundings. In broad daylight, upon a somewhat busy street, Veyugan had killed a man. A crowd gathered on both sides of the street - screaming and crying at the act of violence the Czech had just displayed. A smirk crossed his lips as he turned, firing off down an alley and away from the scene of the crime... OOC~* Fight is finished, adding XP.
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