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Post by hualord on May 28, 2007 13:04:02 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Valekin, Alexander
Arena Description: A 10 meter by 10 meter steel cage in a night club. The floor is steel mesh. The other sides are bars.
Match Type:To the Knock Out
Special Rules: Fists Only, Rp & Stat Combo
Xp up for Grabs: 4
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Post by valekin on May 30, 2007 12:57:23 GMT -8
Ah. The cage.
It kept a monster from going loose on the crowd. He stood in the middle of the cage, blood dripping onto the floor below from previous fighters. His knuckles cracked and reverberated. A vicious smirk adorned his countenance as he faced the entrance to the cage. Another challenger had entered. Good for him. He was a brave one.
The Serb was coatless, but no matter. He wore his Panzer-1's rather than his Panzer-Hand Gauntlets. They were a bit heavy, and not good for a cage match. The Serbian battle boots clinked lightly on the metal mesh as he tapped his foot impatiently. His claws arched, and pupils contracted.
"Приходит храбрейшее одно, и встречает рыцаря тени!"
Come brave one, and meet the Shadow Knight!
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Post by abevelle on May 30, 2007 18:39:44 GMT -8
Alexander lazily strolled into the cage. He half wondered what the hell he had done signing up for such a thing. After all, he wasn't exactly a seasoned fighter. While the scary dude in front of him seemed ready to rip Alexander's arms off and beat his body with them. And to top off the already fucked-up image, he started spewing nonsense from those lips. Again, Alex simply stared toward the boy as he stopped his movements once inside the cage. His right hand would lift and scratch the side of his head as he thought to himself, just waiting for the other guy to make the first move.
Uhh.. What the hell did I get myself into? That dude looks like he's ready to.. eat some fucking brains or something..
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Post by valekin on Jun 1, 2007 5:40:12 GMT -8
The moderators wasted no time in closing the door and locking it with chains and a pad lock. A sadistic smirk showed off Valekin's fangs, just before the maniac dashed. Practically teleporting right in front of his opponent. Speed seemed to be his primary attribute. And with that as a primary attribute, touching him would be practically impossible. The first strike was more of a basic maul. The long sharp claws of his right hand arched to his opponent's face.
He would tear it off if they latched on.
Yet a simple dodge would save the boy from Valekin's claws. For it was mostly a reach, and not an in your face strike.
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Post by abevelle on Jun 1, 2007 9:26:49 GMT -8
The first thing that popped into Alexander's mind was 'Whoa! This guys fucking fast!' And the second thing was a reaction. After all, the dude almost seemed to clear their distance in a blink of the eye. Instinctively Alexander would have hopped back from surprise and that alone would have caused the boy's 'claws' to just barely scrape the side of his face. The only problem with the backing up was that he was now very, very close to the cage. He would move to his left so that he could circle out. He wasn't going to attack unless he knew for sure he could land a blow. He had to take caution too, because it was quite obvious this guy had the speed advantage.
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Post by valekin on Jun 2, 2007 7:13:27 GMT -8
Whether the slash hit the kid or not, Valekin pressed the attack with carnal ferocity. The right arm pulled back, and he continued his rush forward, now with both hands up in a boxing stance. The right one did a light palm jab to his opponent's face. To the very smart, it'd look like a feign.
But then... feigns have that thing about them don't they?
Either you get hit by the feign, or you get hit by the real strike. It's one of those decisions that forces you to choose the lesser evil, and quickly. Where would the real strike be coming from? What would it's form be? Another slash? A fisted jab? An uppercut?
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Post by abevelle on Jun 3, 2007 10:48:48 GMT -8
The odd dude insisted on coming forward on him. Though he was keeping his body rotating away from the cage, he knew he was going to have to act sooner or later. It was when the palm came forward Alexander decided he would have to attempt to attack. Maybe his opponent's strike wouldn't do much damage. With that in mind, he would have stepped forward, leaning right slightly and tilting his head that was so Valekin's palm would would only clip the side of his head and wouldn't do as much damage. Alexander's right side would shift toward Valekin's body as his right arm lifted and he would attempt to send a right hook over Valekin's arm and slam it against his opponent's temple.
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Post by valekin on Jun 3, 2007 10:58:35 GMT -8
Then came the counter attack. A right hook over his arm towards Valekin's temple. But it wasn't fast enough, and the feign followed through. The arm pulled back quickly, and Valekin's torso ducked under the arm, only to bring up an uppercut to his opponent's solar-plexus. The strike would knock the wind from his opponent, and could induce the gag-reflex.
Which would force vomiting, if he had anything to vomit. What a delightful, and precise counter-attack. With a crippling amount of power behind it and a glancing blow off the cheek of the fellow to boot.
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Post by abevelle on Jun 3, 2007 11:21:44 GMT -8
Alexander's attack would miss, and for some reason he knew for sure he was in trouble. It was easy to tell just by looking at the man before him, he was a warrior. A fighter with great skill. And Alexander was nothing of that sort. He wasn't born a fighter. He never really even had to fight when he was younger. But now, it seemed he would be forced to get better. He was in a much more violent location now.
The uppercut landed clean as Alex hunched over after the blow. All the air in his lungs was forced out, and it would take a second or two to for him to be able to suck that air back in. Airless, he was slightly panicky, and that right arm would lift quickly and back the way it came, this time bending so that his pointy elbow could attempt to connect with Valekin's head.
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Post by valekin on Jun 3, 2007 11:52:19 GMT -8
If one is haunched over, airless, and trying to catch one's breath for two seconds. One is taking too long to regain their composure. Valekin sent a double fisted, hammer strike at the back of his enemy's skull while he was haunched over. Dizziness, blurring of eyesight, among other things would be some of the symptoms felt after that strike.
The elbow strike to Vale's face would come too late, the blows would have already been sent like missiles. His head leaned back, and the elbow tapped him on the chin. Barely. That was quite close, a little too close for comfort. He'd have to focus differently now.
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Post by abevelle on Jun 3, 2007 12:38:23 GMT -8
The crack sent stars flying through Alexander's head as he stumbled backwards slightly. Shaking his head those grey orbs of his would narrow as he frowned. His opponent was good, but there had to be some way to get at him. He had to have some kind of weakness. That staggering would have come to halt almost instantly as Alexander would lean forward and step. His left hand shooting forward and around to slam against Valekin's side. At the same time his right side would shift backwards a bit, that right arm curling and lifting, setting itself in position to be sent forward for a striaght punch to Valekin's face almost immediately after the first punch hand been sent.
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Post by valekin on Jun 4, 2007 13:55:28 GMT -8
"Слишком медленно!"
Valekin saw the attacks coming, he hadn't stumbled wasting time. Letting his opponent gain a better composure or focus. Simply; he sidestepped the assault by moving the opposite direction the strike was approaching from. Possibly double assault. And duck walked under it, sending a short jab to his opponent's crotch. Then would raise with his palm open, to life his enemy by it, claws to dig in. This would most likely cause blood to pour, due to the vorporal nature of his claws.
This would be messy. Alexander left himself wide open for any kind of assault. This would be a weakness Valekin would always exploit. Openings were meant to be exploited. Even if Alexander retaliated, the strike to the crotch was doomed to succeed due to Valekin's speed, and positioning. A hammer strike to the back of Valekin's head would only piss him off, and maybe force him into twisting his hand? Possibly castrating the boy? Hmmm.
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Post by abevelle on Jun 4, 2007 14:08:35 GMT -8
Alexander's eyes would widen as he felt his opponent's strike land below the belt. Fearing the worst could happen, especially when his opponent had rather sharp 'claws', Alexander was already preparing to give up. After all, he needed those parts, didn't he?!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!! You win dude, you win!"
Yes, Alexander was giving up. It was either give up, or lose his balls. He'd rather have his balls actually. So he would drop his hands and stare down toward the man that was awfully close to his groin. He felt REALLY uncomfortable.
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Post by valekin on Jun 4, 2007 14:13:14 GMT -8
Valekin removed his hand from that area, thus removing the pointy sharp claws of castration. His opponent surrendered, and he'd respect that surrender. He stood and held out the hand that wasn't about to castrate him in a friendly handshake. It was a good match. The boy Alexander tried his best, and he had to give him credit.
"Good fight, you'll get better."
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Post by hualord on Jun 4, 2007 14:14:47 GMT -8
Valekin wins Via Alexander's surrender.
Point Distribution
Valekin: +4 Xp (Fists only; Winning, Rp & Stats)
Alexander: +2 (Fists only; Losing, Rp & Stats)
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