Keith -vs- Valekin

[hualord]

# of Fighters: 2

Names of Fighters: Keith, Valekin

Arena Description: Sky Cage, Day, a cage hanging from a crane. Which means they'll be suspended in the air

Match Type: To the Knock Out!

Special Rules: Fists Only! (+2 win, +1 Lose), Rp Only (+2xp win, +1xp lose.)

Winner Receives: 5xp

[valekin]

Ah, the sky cage. Valekin always felt at home in a cage. He was a monster after all, and he belonged in combat. Bob, joe, and harry, all fell to Valekin's might. His gauntlets strapped onto his forearms. His claws gleaming with blood, his chin dripping. The teeth had already sunk themselves into an opponent. It was the sky cage, held by a gang, which took over a construction site. The massive cage was hooked to an even more massive crane. It moved and put the cage down on the roof when a fighter needed to enter.

It lifted them off the roof and over the streets when the fight begins.

The crowd on the surrounding roofs cheered as people dropped out of consciousness onto the mesh over bars. It was a sturdy cage, but would sway back and forth with the wind at times, and will definitely move with the fight a bit.

[Keith]

Good ol' daytime... A cage match? Keith wasn't new to cage matches as it was one of his specialties. What better way to bring out one's fighting potential than be in a cage. The thing that made it more interesting was that this cage was suspended in the air behind held by a crane.

People were cheering from the outside on the streets and onto the roof. This had brought back old memories of Keith's past. He was losing his edge and needed to get it back. That was the core of Keith's self-being and it seemed that it would be lost. Keith needed to reclaim that core of his personality. Perhaps this move to Los Angeles had changed him greatly.

He needed to go back to his roots. Standing at one edge of the cage, Keith would wait until his opponent was done finishing off all these hacks. Then his fight would begin.

Am I losing my edge...?

[valekin]

"We meet once again."

It was Keith's turn now. Valekin, a monster. A psychopath. Perhaps... the devil. Against one man. Moreover, it was one man, against the psychopath. All these, had not taken him down. He could be shot, he could be stabbed, he could be gored. And not only would he get back up, but he would become more powerful with each blow against him. Valekin was a powerhouse. The Bloodthirster to your single marine. That red fluid already dripped from his claws. The gauntlets were strapped onto his arms, nice and tight. They were becoming a part of him more and more every day.

The pentagrams on the back of the hand burned a brilliant ruby.

The blood stuck in the engravings swirled with each movement. He stepped forth, centering himself with the arena. To be honest, Valekin was a speed demon. Those claws could lash out faster than a snake could bite a man. His legs could move him farther than any other. To be short, he possessed unholy speed. And he knew that Keith was about as fast as he was, though not nearly as strong anymore. The months of eating the flesh of other human beings, killing without hesitation, constant training, had made him powerful. He was stepping over the human threshold.

"I cut you once. I remember, do you? Do you want revenge for that?"

He cocked his head back a bit, and brought his arms up to an open palmed position in front of him. His right foot a step ahead of his left, and on the toes. The boots always the same, the metal plated Serbian combat boots. He wore the trench coat with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. This actually did show the gauntlets. His chest bare, showing the tattoos, the blood spatter, and the scars he had won. On the level of pants, black leather pants into the boots.

"Я думаю вы потерпит неудачу."

I think you'll fail.

[Keith]

"We meet once again."

They did meet once again. Keith had remembered the fateful night that those two have met on top of the warehouse. But this person gave something valuable to Keith, valuable insight. After this fight, Keith had an awakening that he had lost something since moving out to Long Beach. Keith couldn't let a slash to the chest get to him... He wouldn't have let that get back to him back at 552.

Something was wrong with Keith. He needed to go back to his foundation. This bloodthirsty person was someone Keith needed to fight.

The sunlight collected from his Heaven glove converted into electricity as it entered his body and was directed to the heart. It would give Keith a burst of adrenaline. Keith had nearly forgotten that he had lived for this stuff no matter the damage done onto him. He had almost forgotten about that.

"I cut you once. I remember, do you? Do you want revenge for that?"

Keith wasn't looking for revenge. He could feel himself faster with more endurance but felt that his attacks weren't that damaging anymore due to coping with it. However, Keith wouldn't let that stop him.

"Я думаю вы потерпит неудачу."

I think you'll fail.

Keith showed no emotion in the fight. But it didn't mean that Keith wasn't going to show it. Still, Keith needed this fight. It wasn't a matter of revenge. It was a matter of finding himself once again.

Keith understood Russian and could speak it.

"Я не ищу месть... Я исправляю кое-что, что я проиграл начиная с перемещения здесь..."

I'm not looking for revenge... I'm reclaiming something I have lost ever since moving here...

Keith kept calm behind those black shades of his.

"Вы только помогаете мне исправлять кое-что, что я собираюсь проигрывать... Вещь, которая заставляет меня чувствовать себя живым..."

You're just helping me reclaim something I'm about to lose... The thing that makes me feel alive...

[valekin]

"I am no stepping stone."

That was the last thing he said before moving like the dark lightning he was. It was a basic attack, a slash for the fellow's face from maximum range. It was the right arm, and it moved like the wind. He was... a storm. A violent storm at sea. He idolized the power of the ocean during a storm. It's pure violence, it's pure power. He was fulfilling that potential very quickly. He was becoming the ocean during the storm. At first, you see it coming, then everything is unpredictable. Blow after blow.

The sky cage moved when he moved, it moved towards him, bringing Keith closer. Valekin really didn't have to go that far at those speeds, it was like a step almost. One instant he was far away, the next he was there, trying to rip your face off from full arm length. But the attack would only last an instant, before he was moving in a circle. Shuffling around him like a predator.

[Keith]

"I am no stepping stone."

The person was pretty fast even for Keith. Luckily, the sunlight that his Heaven glove absorbed should help Keith be up to speed. This was a very inopportune moment to fight as Keith was getting adjusted to the weight of these gloves as they weighed ten pounds a peace. In a sense, Keith was dealing with ten pounds in each glove.

Then it came, a fast slash from the opponent's right arm aimed directly for his face. Normally, Keith would block it. But, instead he wouldn't try to block or deflect the attack. Keith was no stranger to bleeding faces. But Keith would be using one emotion: sorrow or sadness. That was the one emotion that Keith has felt but kept suppressed since 552 till going to 259. There were a lot of things that had made Keith feel such sadness.

The sadness he had felt inside wouldn't compare to the physical pain he was going to feel in this fight. As the slash came at him, Keith would tilt his head back and allow the person to slash him across the face. It would be bloody and painful for Keith of course. But it was something Keith needed to feel.

Pain was one of the things that Keith craved. Taking a slash to the face would be the first step. Keith wasn't going to attack yet, but he would take the slash to the face head on as he could feel the slashing sensation from his left cheek, across the nose, to his right cheek.

He would just smile.

[valekin]

"So, heretic can smile."

He didn't care that the guy was smiling after he mauled him with all the claws on his hand. His own gauntlets felt as light as a feather these days. They weren't even inhibiting him anymore, they made him stronger and faster. They helped him completely. There weren't any drawbacks anymore. None whatsoever. The slash that succeeded was only the first step of many cuts. Funny thing about cutting the face, it bled a lot. And I mean profusely. It wasn't something that would help you for long, no matter how masochistic you were.

The same hand came back with the twist of his torso, and the movement of his shoulder. The strong muscles of his arm would force the backhand to come to be. The metal plating moved to slam into the male's already cut face. Valekin's fist had been balled, to add to the force of the strike. If Valekin was lucky, it would knock the guy back or off his feet, if he wasn't so lucky, it would do enhanced damage. Which was still pretty good.

He wondered if Keith remembered how bad of an idea it was to actually grab a grappler. To let the male get close enough to use the grappling skills he had. Right now, Valekin was toying with him. Basic moves. Moves that still did damage, but weren't entirely crucial to victory. They just helped.

[hualord]

This fight has been closed due to the grace period ending.

Valekin
5xp

Keith
3xp