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Post by hualord on Aug 2, 2007 18:06:01 GMT -8
# of Fighters:Two
Names of Fighters:Valekin Von Kaluskov XII, Delilah Adele Black
Arena Description: Abandoned lot.
Match Type: To Knock Out
Special Rules:
Xp: Win;2 Loss;1
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 2, 2007 18:35:03 GMT -8
Wednesday/8:47pm.
The only movement within fifty meters of the abandoned lot seemed to be the flickering street lamp on the corner and the rustling of the leaves as the wind moved through them. Delilah sighed as she listened, eyes closed, leaned against a tree comfortably. Expanding her hearing, all the main sounds seemed to fade, and she became especially alert to most things we people miss in our everyday lives; footsteps, streetlights and bugs buzzing about.
The raven haired mechanic sighed, fingering the wrench in her back pocket lightly. She inhaled slowly and deeply, engulfed in the serenity and calmness, only to be violently snapped out by a far off siren. Delilah was instantly tense, pushed off the tree, one leg before the other as she shifted her wait to accoustom her. Relaxing moments thereafter, she sighed, poking her forehead with her fore and middle fingers as she looked around out of teh corners of her eyes. "Freak me right the hell out why don't you..." she muttered to no one but herself. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 2, 2007 18:46:08 GMT -8
"I think I will."
How did he? Well.. to be honest he could sneak up on wolves if he wanted to. A teenage girl with a wrench in her pocket that got freaked out by sirens wasn't a problem. He could have been above her for all she knew. But no, he had come from behind. Unlike a raptor, but still like a predator. He was a monster, and a psychopath.
Without warning, he launched a light slash to land right between her shoulder blades. Just something to cut the skin, sting quite a bit, and put fear into her heart. Once one realizes just how sharp those claws are, they usually rethink their strategy. It was her own fault really, not being more aware like that. But then.. how could she? As the sirens of the police, or fire department, or ambulances, had frightened her.
"Little girls shouldn't be out after dark."
(Ooc, non linear, no costume.)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 2, 2007 19:14:05 GMT -8
(ooc: Sorry for the lapse)
Delilah looked up when she had heard his voice, a little alarmed and cursing herself mentally for not noticing beforehand. When he dropped, her reflexes kicked in, and she pivoted to the left. However, this wasn't fast enough, and a bloody line appeared from her left shoulder to her elbow. A scratch, not a gash, but then that was what was intended. The corner of her lip curled a and she fell into a relaxed stance. "Like going around and attacking them is any better." was the reply, quiet but with a sarcastic lilt to her tone.
She shifted her feet just a little, eyes on the much taller man. Her heart had definetly picked up pace when she heard him speak, but her breathing remained slow and steady." Any particular reason you feel like pouncing on unsuspecting girls? Or are you just that type of freak?" |
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Post by valekin on Aug 3, 2007 10:55:05 GMT -8
"I'm just that type of Psycho."
He said, moving in on her. As if it was for the kill. Careful footwork, along with wild, animalistic slashes, diagonal, to the upper body. These would become gashes if they hit dead on, and would become heavy scratches if they didn't. He was acting as if he was some sort of animal, out to cut her to ribbons. His appearance was terrifying nonetheless. He was the sort that looked inhuman no matter how you analyzed his appearance.
As stated before, the slashes were wild, like he was an animal of some sort. Just clawing, looking to seriously maul her. He wasn't moving at his top speed however, he was gaging her abilities. Her dodging tactics, if she countered or if she didn't. What she'd counter and what she wouldn't.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 3, 2007 11:09:03 GMT -8
She exhaled as his first blow sailed towards her. Her arm moved, loose, blocking the blow with her forearm, following suit with the next blow. Delilah's eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched as a third blow struck, cutting her diagonally from her shoulder to the crook of the opposite arm. It was hard to read someone so fast and wild.
Delilah hissed again, sliding back as another deep gash opened across her abdomen. She blocked fewer and fewer, prefering to dodge by jerking her body out of harm in time, though this didn't stop the wounds from appearing.
She dropped suddenly, to a crouch, and by supporting herself with both hands, swung her legs out to catch his. If it connected and she fell, Delilah would use her momentum to lift her feet up and slam them into his torso, pushing him off the ground.
If it did not connect, however, she would bring herself back to her stance using her momentum, throwing back the left side of her body as she made to drill her fist into his abdomen. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 3, 2007 14:07:36 GMT -8
The series of pivots that allowed him to go unscathed were quick, to the right, and allowed him to dodge even her thrust to his abdomen. Of course he was going to counter. It would have been better if he didn't wait though, but he did. Going a bit easy on her, as she was young, inexperienced, and promising.
"Ugly."
That's how he described her fighting style. Not her. He didn't have any opinions about her looks really. As he wasn't the sort to judge by looks. Anyway, the counterstrike would come fast, in the form of a slash to her shoulder from his left arm. The slash would reach out, as if to go towards the shadows rather than her body, but it would then gravitate towards her back, and then come back to him, as to tear her deltoid, the shoulder muscles, to shreds. If the strike was seriously successful, dead on, it would disable that arm, making it unable to lift to, or above her shoulder.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 3, 2007 15:20:26 GMT -8
A sudden smile flashed across her lips. One's deltoids are located on the acromion of the shoulder, Delilah knew, having studied anatomy for a good percentage of her years. Unable to move her arm, most of her techniques would be useless.
The arm of her free shoulder would move out, curl around his arm where the crook of his elbow was located and push on it, aiming to collaspe his arm. At the same time, her other arm would lash out, bending up and jabbing at him sharply in a pressure point located on his humerus bone with her index and middle fingers. The ligament and tendon there would spasm and cease movement if her attack landed. His claws had already slit her arm there, and she would not permit it again if she could.
Assuming Delilah got a hold of his arm, she strengthened what grasp she had, her other arm free. She smiled a little. "What I was going for." Loose and ineffective was normally her initial style when fighting, gauging her opponents reactions. She hadn't been holding back, that was a bad idea in this scenario. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 3, 2007 20:11:31 GMT -8
She'd manage to get a hold of his arm, and collapse it. But he let her. This allowed him to dig the claws into her lower shoulder on the arm, rather than on her back. Of course, both of her hands were attached to the one left arm. This was unfortunate for her, as a quick jab bolted for her face at top speed, to intersect with her nose. But that wasn't the dear old end.
He stepped in closer, using his left leg to step behind her right leg, so that he could bring up his right knee into her groin. What a dirty, malevolent fighter. He was a specialist at close quarters combat, extremely close quartered. After the jab to her face, Valekin'd smile at her, knowing full well that she wasn't getting the effect she was looking for.
It was all one fluid counterstrike; cling, step, jab, then a sharp horizontal slash to come across her open ribcage. T'would be a mess for sure, as currently, if she did not move her arm that was supposed to be collapsing his, she'd get seriously cut.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 3, 2007 20:47:20 GMT -8
Delilah felt only a shooting pain When his fist met her nose. Letting out a light gasp of pain, she danced back and she felt her bicep tear. She gritted her teeth against a scream of pain from two...now three areas of pain. With her good arm, she performed a quick handspring off the ground, jaw clenched tight. Resisting the strong urge to clutch her arm, knowing the salt from the oil on her palms would only worsen the pain. When she breathed, she could taste her own blood sliding down her throat. Delilah coughed a little, then spat to the side.
She turned her head back to him slowly, smirking a little more. "Foolish of me, huh?" She shifted her stance, moving her injured arm slowly behind her back to minimize pain. Delilah moved a little to the left. She was fighting the inevitable, really...but wasn't that what she had been doing most of her life? That generally what life was in itself; fighting death. Her left leg carried her weight as she shifted her right in the leading foots direction. In the grand scheme of things...this was nothing. To take it in stride was the only thing to do. "Lets try that again..." |
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Post by valekin on Aug 3, 2007 21:12:57 GMT -8
"Quite."
He commented. Standing straight and erect. Putting his hands off to the side to shrug. Practically taunting her into attacking him. He had already proven he was too fast for her, and thus, she could not escape. The only way out, not unconscious would be to knock him out, or demobilize him. I'd go for the legs, but that could end badly. Valekin's skilled in Greco-Romano wrestling. Which would be terrible for her. Nothing worse than a fist fight turned into a wrestling match. Because then it's all in technique.
"Try what? Getting cut to ribbons?"
That was a serious taunt. How was she going to react to that? Like little girls that wanted to be called women usually did? They got real red in the face, real pissy, and threw caution to the wind? All to attack and prove they weren't little girls and weren't going to get cut to ribbons and weren't going to lose to some freak? Yea, that would turn out well.
He balled his fists and took a boxing stance, waiting for her. Alternating the state of his feet, moving out of static into rapid mode. Onto toes, off of toes, onto, off of. This alternated between feet as well. Left up, right down. Right up, left down. That was how it went.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 3, 2007 21:30:25 GMT -8
"Not in the least..." she replied in the same tone. Her foot shifted again. "That already happened, incase if you hadn't remembered." Delilah's calves flexed. Years of carrying heavy equipment and intense training made them strong and her fast. Not as fast as him, but maybe...just maybe...
She kicked off her steel-toe boots, her only protection in that area. But she wouldn't need them if this were to work. Delilah moved fast, sprinting forwards a few paces before digging her foot into the ground, creating a breif Zig-zag pattern. At this new change of direction, she threw back the good side of her body and thrust her balled fist forward.
Whether or not he made to counter her attack, she would pull back at the last possible moment, pivoting swiftly behind him. her back facing his, she would push herself off the ground to bring her elbow down between his shoulder blades. This pressure point caused excruciating pain and, if hit correctly, temporary paralysis. VERY temporarily. We're talking 15-45 seconds maximum. Delilah would land lightly and skate back, readying her stance. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 4, 2007 9:03:32 GMT -8
Boy, that was dumb. She attempted a head on attack, after wasting energy with a zig zag? To boot a straight fist to face attack? Eeesh. She wouldn't have a chance to take the fist back at the last possible moment. One must look at her height, and his height. This relates to the length in arms. His arms, are longer than hers. He was also so much faster than she was, it was entirely possible for him to see it, like she had all her joints lathered with molasses.
He cracked a wicked smirk.
His right arm shot out to catch the fist coming right at his face, right when it was within his reach. The claws would dig into the hand's skin, and his free arm arched, to hit her right in the cheek. But this was a feign, if she tried to move to dodge it, she'd find the resistance in her hand. The fist arching to hit her in the face, horizontally, would adjust it's course just slightly enough to barely miss her, go past, so that he could backhand her on the opposite cheek with his balled fist.
Meanwhile, he adjusted his hips, so that any blows to his family jewels would meet the left hip. This added force to the punch going at her face.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 4, 2007 9:28:18 GMT -8
Well, that was blown to peices. Head on attack was not the best idea, to say the least, and the fact she had failed to recognize that height difference means longer limbs was a heavy tactical error. Delilah had attempted to pull back when his hand went for her head, but his hand on hers prevented that. When teh blow meant for her cheek never came, she let down her guard, for only a moment, and regretted it when the fist came back, smashing into the opposite side of her face.
White agony exploded through her plane of veiw and a sharp inhale of breath became a gasp. She shook her head, trying to clear it and saw his left hip move to guard himself. Delilah licked the blood off her split lip and exhaled. The girl's head was beginning to swim. She raised her right arm and aimed a two fingered jab at his jaw. Of course, this attack wouldn't work, as it could be intercepted...but this was also her injured arm. There'd be no power behind the attack.
While she did this, Delilah shifted her weight to her right leg and aimed a sharp kick at his behind his mid-thigh with her left. The pressure point here would cause the leg to go numb and cause pain. |
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Post by valekin on Aug 4, 2007 9:38:27 GMT -8
The jab to his jaw, meat no resistance, and it didn't even hurt. He felt barely anything, that injured arm had no power behind it anymore. To counter her attack though, he shot his free fist, as he was still holding onto her other hand with his claws, into her gut, just underneathe her rib cage. A serious point of impact. This would knock the breath out of her, and possibly cause her loss of consciousness.
The kick that came to his thigh met no resistance. He let her hit him, as now the tables had tipped further in his favor. Valekin could fight with a numb leg. He could fight very effectively with a collar blown apart. There wasn't much of an injury that could seriously put him inert long enough to tip the scales. He wasn't the sort to be surprised by a surprise attack. Which defeated the purpose.
His counter to her leg striking his thigh, would once again be the opposite knee coming up to meet her groin. The pivoting of the legs would add extra force, and seriously put a hamper on any plans of counter assault.
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