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Post by hualord on Jun 17, 2007 11:32:10 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Valekin, Keith
Arena Description: The roof of a warehouse down by the docks. A day storm hovers over the region, spraying lightning and rain down upon the docks and local areas. Making the roof slick, adding a different element of danger to the match, than the last one.
Match Type: Surrender
Special Rules: Rp Only(+2, +1, stat guide), Fists Only (+2, +1.)
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Post by valekin on Jun 17, 2007 11:59:58 GMT -8
It rained, and rained, and rained. Lightning arched across the dimly lit sky, and thunder roared there after. The enigma was already on the roof, pondering the day storm's reasons for being so violent by the docks. He dismissed it as mother nature being her bipolar self again. She'll plant flowers and such for an hour or two, then kill us all with a freaking typhoon. The water made the roof slick, making traction rough.
"Rain, so refreshing."
On the side of building were a pile of crates that he used to get up. Climbing the crates in the storm was no difficult task. The waterlogged wood provided a little bit of traction. He probably should have just scaled the outside of the building. And not climbed up the boxes. That was just... not as cool.
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Post by Keith on Jun 17, 2007 16:33:26 GMT -8
It was a place where Keith had nearly died one night. The man was pretty damn fast and had a knife on him. But Keith had indeed learned something from that match, he was losing his edge. The edge was what made Keith a capable fighter. He needed to get that edge by fighting in life and death situations.
There was one place Keith could reminisce about this experience. That place would be the roof of that warehouse during that tournament of shards. It was raining... For some reason Keith enjoyed training and fighting in the rain. In a sense, Keith could feel himself energized in the rain.
Luckily there was a ladder on one of the sides of the warehouse. Keith would climb up that ladder just like last time when he had that fateful neardeath experience in a fight. Normally, it should deter someone like Keith. But Keith couldn't let that deter him one bit.
In order to be a better fighter, you cannot be afraid of any sort of death. You cannot be afraid of any sort of pain and suffering you would go through. If you cannot conquer those fears, then you have no business fighting.
For some reason ever since going to school at 259, Keith had started to show emotion. Back then, Keith was a cold and emotionless machine when he was fighting. He needed to go back to that state. In that state, he was a machine with a directive: victory...
Climbing up the ladder, Keith would make it to the top of the warehouse. Best place to think back and reflect about this experience.
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Post by valekin on Jun 17, 2007 17:00:48 GMT -8
He could feel it, someone else was on the roof. Disturbing the Serb's concentration. His eyes refocused, and he turned to spot someone getting onto the roof via the ladder. Which was so totally uncool. Who uses ladders? Valekin smiled, it was that kid he nearly killed on this very roof. Ah, now this would be fun. He wondered how much better that kid had gotten in the time between the match.
This time... I'll throw his body off the roof.[/i]
"We meet again. Are you here for revenge? Revenge for that scar that could quite possibly had grown on your chest where I cut you?"
That was a possibility. But highly unlikely. When Valekin didn't want to be found, he wasn't found. He was just too apathetic about it right now to even disappear. He could, but he won't. This would get to be a bit of fun. As now he will get to fight a.. perhaps tougher opponent?
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Post by Keith on Jun 17, 2007 17:31:25 GMT -8
"We meet again. Are you here for revenge? Revenge for that scar that could quite possibly had grown on your chest where I cut you?"
Keith was silent. Of course he could seek revenge for that cut. But the thought of revenge was an emotion. In order to be a capable fighter once again, Keith had to do away with all emotions. That included the wanting to seek revenge for that scar in his chest.
In a sense, the scar was merely a badge of the fighting Keith has been going through. He's had a good number of scars on his body along with broken bones in the process. But Keith accepted that as the consequences for the path he's chosen to walk. If you can't stand the heat, get the fuck out of the kitchen.
With this case, if you can't stand the broken bones, scars, cuts, and so forth, you have no business fighting. Keith wouldn't answer the person's question. He would stay in his "emotionless" and "mechanical" state. Perhaps the person would get the idea of what's going on in Keith's mind.
He would remain silent and wait for his opponent's response.
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Post by valekin on Jun 18, 2007 11:55:21 GMT -8
"Cannibal got your tongue?"
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha!
How hilarious, how delightfully hilarious. Valekin made a bad pun! He stalked his way through the day storm towards his opponent, nearing the middle of the roof. His left hand was outstretched then, and beaconed him to come forth. As a challenge.[/color]
"Let's see what you're made of boy."
He took a Greco-Romano stance. His legs spread shoulder length apart, a crouched position. Arms arced horizontally, claws arced as well. He went from being on the toes of one foot, to the toes of the other foot. Alternating, this was called. This is used for balance, and quick shifting and dodging, as well as sprawling. From this position, Valekin could attack using Hominus Nocturnus without pause.
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Post by Keith on Jun 18, 2007 13:09:26 GMT -8
"Cannibal got your tongue?"
That didn't compute at all to Keith at the moment. He was in battle-mode at the moment. Meaning, all that concerned Keith was the fight. Fighting this person made Keith realize that he threw away something valuable in a fight, the hardcore mentality. He needed to regain that mentality.
What better way than to fight such dangerous and deadly opponents such as the person Keith lost to. Once you do away with the fear of death, you'll be nearly unstoppable. That was preached in Aikido since it's a style designed to disarm swordsman. You must be prepared to get cut and you must not be afraid of getting cut either.
Even Bruce Lee said you needed to have a hardcore mindset. Either learn to take pain or get a damn bodyguard.
Keith observed that his opponent got into a Greco-Roman stance. He carefully observed the stance. Close up, Greco-Roman can be devastating. Using grappling attacks himself, Keith had to respect the style of Greco-Roman.
He would state behind those black shades with his expressionless eyes. It was fight time, Keith would then walk towards his opponent in a mechanical manner as if he was either Robocop or the Terminator.
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Post by valekin on Jun 19, 2007 8:22:36 GMT -8
As the boy walked towards him Valekin cracked a smile. His power came from his emotions, and his insanity, which was simply his mind running out of control. His military training added onto his lethality, and to make matters worth, his natural instincts were much more dangerous than many people's because of his nationality. A rather violent and rebellious people.
The primary attributes of the Greco-Romano style were speed, and execution. If you could not execute the move faster than your opponent, you were fucked. Strength was generally pointless. Which is why this style was so revered, and an Olympic sport.
When he was near enough, his right hand lashed out with all speed, to grab the back of Keith's head, though it moved in a very short arc. More like a spring action. If Keith moved to grab the arm, it would be in the process of retreating and the claws would be ready to flay.
If he didn't try to protect himself, the claws would dig into the back of his skull, and pull him closer so Valekin could do some serious mauling up close and personal like.
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Post by hualord on Jul 19, 2007 12:12:15 GMT -8
Grace period ended.
Valekin + 4
Keith: +2
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