Zanatos -vs- Valekin

[hualord]

# of Fighters: 2 fighters
Names of Fighters: Valekin von Kaluskov XII and Zanathos Lervim
Arena Description: Cafeteria, with trash cans, and chairs and all
Match Type: To the Knock out
Special Rules: No stats

[Zana]

Zanathos walked slowly into the cafeteria as he clutched his head between his hands, straining undersome invisible pressure. Looking around, he noticed the neatly arranged rows of chairs and tables, plus the trashcans which were laid so conveniently out.
"Hehehehe....,"he laughed to himself as the pain in his head subsided, leaving only a slight remnant of itself within his mind. Putting his head against the cafeteria table as he sat down, he wondered what a fight would be like. He had sparred many times in his life, sometimes going overboard, but afterwards apologizing profusely.
"I wonder....what a fight would be like...,"he mumbled as he sat back up, looking around the area with sudden suspicion, as if a monster might pop out from nowhere. He was alert- it was too quiet. Or maybe he was just paranoid.

[valekin]

Monster popped out from no where. Monster also threw a chair at the kid. And Monster hadn't even been noticed in the first place! Here comes the chair! Arching in strong and fast like a missile. Would it strike the kid how Valekin planned? Would it hit the floor and crash along? He threw the chair from behind and to the right of the kid. This way it came in on a diagonal and flew silently.

Hye hee hee hee hee hee hee hee....

He said nothing, and just waited until the boy got hit or reacted to the chair.

[Zana]

Humans have a certain sense which they can feel other people's prescences with or T.V. radiation or such. Zan was sitting straight, when all of a sudden he got the weird feeling "something" was behind him. As he turned he saw a chair, which seemed to have originiated out of nowhere, whilst a dark figure was lurking behind it , come flying straight towards him. While the chair made its assault on Zan, time seemed to slow down for him.
"Damn!," he said, as he ducked down, then performed a roll to his left, landing in a crouched position. Luckily, the chair had just barely missed his head when he had ducked, and crashed onto the table, sliding off to the other side as Zan had rolled to the left. From his crouched position, Zan felt the anger bubbling inside of him- inexpressable anger. Rage.
Feeling the andrenaline pump in his blood, Zan felt his sense get stimulated as he felt the auspicious feeling of fight.
Grinning Zan turned to his assailant and asked ,"Hey, nice to meet you. Whats your name?"
As he did so, he got into a relaxed position, one arm in front one arm in back, the knee in front crouched slightly. Both arms were slightly bent, and his knees were about shoulder width apart. He was apprehensive, almost scared , of the freakish looking kid. Quickly he mentally checked all the pressure points, joint locks, grapples, and kicks, plus fighting techniques he had learned. This was no sparring match, obviously, and his life was potentially on the line.

[valekin]

Valekin was in that mood. The mood where he clawed things, particularly people, for what seemed to be no good reason. The lengthy table he was standing in front of, or behind, depending on your point of view, was being mauled by his right gauntleted hand. Sparks appeared as the friction between his claws and the plastic coated wood byproducts reached peak. He had clawed deep grooves into it.

"Shouldn't you be running?"

He said, before he adjusted the table and shoved it towards the kid with all his might. With the table rolling across the floor towards the boy at high speed, Valekin picked up another chair, and threw it at the boy. As the kid would have without a doubt reacted to the table coming at him, unless he didn't react, then he'd still throw it anyway, just because he was going to be that guy. That crazy guy that had to throw things in the beginning of a fight. That crazy guy that wore down the person that way.

[Zana]

As the table sped toward him on 4 wheels, Zan looked up in panic. The student who was assaulting him had this wicked grin on his face, almost a msug satisfied grin as if he knew what he was doing. To make the situation worse, the student had flung a chair at him, right after he shoved the table, causing a problem.
"Aww....crud," he breathed as he took a deep breath and watched the two objects fly towards him. Calculating the speed of the table he decided that it was fast. Very fast. The chair seemed to curve in an arc as the weight of it started to affect its trajectory. Not good. As he took a running start, Zan saw the oncoming table as it neared his position as he slid beneath it. Fortunately, the table was moving faster than he was, as he just barely made his way beneath the table, which passed overhead. Glancing up, Zan spotted the chair as it crashed onto the floor and proceeded to slide towards him.
Cursing, he quickly stood up and backpedaled for a while until he was a safe distance away from the chairs- and from the monster. As he backed up, he felt his hands brush up against the line of chairs behind him.

[valekin]

Valekin had made his way towards the guy while he was busy sliding under the table. By the time the guy emerged Valekin was almost on top of him, giving the kid little time to back up out of the way. The maniac closed in, to back the kid into a corner, and let him have it. He balled a fist, showing the metal gauntlets that were about to meet the kid's face. The punch would come, hard and fast. This was the first actual strike in the fight, and would determine the pace of the rest of it.

"Hye ha ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed as he'd wail on the kid. Showing mania, mania that was very uncommon.

[Zana]

Zan looked up at the menacing figure as it loomed over him. He saw the figure raise a clenched fist, ready to strike. Shifting his body a little to the right ,Zan made a decision. When the punch came from the left side, he would grab the forearm while he pulled the arm more forward, resulting in a smooth, unresistant cycle. This method would use the attackers momentum, power and speed against him. On the other hand, if the punch came from the right, he would have to watch carefully and try to lock the fist.But...if the attacker used his legs or both fists to attack, then Zan would have to improvise.
Breathing slowly, Zan stared at the attackers body as he got ready for the attack.
"Well, it seems like the actual encounter has come to this," he said in a very empty tone.

[valekin]

It was the right fist striking, which meant the fist would come in on the kid's left. Let him attempt to throw Valekin, or even do anything with his momentum. As he was static, and throwing the punch, and not running at him with the punch. Valekin wasn't stupid. The kid would get the forearm, and could attempt to throw him with the circular motion, but the throw would fail. His right knee bent, and as the kid would turn to throw him, he'd slide his right leg forward which would place it between the kid's legs. Further spinning would result in a trip. But that wasn't the end of the motion.

With the kid's back now to him, and the necessity of both hands to even think of throwing him, Valekin slashed at the kid's back. To cut right down the middle as he'd turn into Valekin. This assault would leave five deep cuts on the back, blood would spatter, and pain would explode. With that strike out of the way, milliseconds later, Valekin would open his fist, claws gleaming, begging to taste the blood of his enemy. With the right arm, he'd pull back, to rip the arm from the kid's grip, and cut the shoulder, and the arm if the arm got in the way of the yank.

"Amateur, you're going to lose."

(Ooc: I interpreted your post, and responded how I think you countered. Not my fault that you weren't detailed enough. ;/ )

[Zana]

((OOC: Hope this post isnt godmodding))
As Zan stared his attention caught sight of Valekin's slight tension, which was unnerving. By the time he looked back up, he saw the fist coming- fast.
Swearing, he tried to grab it, yet he failed. Valekin's fist hit him with such force that he flew back a bit, and crashed into the table about two rows away. Coughing, he felt that his upper rib was fractured, while his shoulder area, including the left pectoral muscle, felt like they were on fire.
"Damn...this pain is the worst i've felt, and it didnt even seem like he tried," he gasped as he rolled off the table and started running towards a trashcan. Constantly, the pain pervaded throughout the left side of his chest and shoulder as he picked up a trashcan and back away to a chair. As he did, he hooked his foot under the chair's leg, so if the attacker came he would be able to throw the trashcan, then possibly the chair. What more, if the attacker deflected or reflected the attack, presumably, then he would be able to use the chairs to throw more, or he could jump on the table and start running once more.
Standing there, waiting for the inevitable moment of doom, Zan felt the pain get worse.
"Feels like I have a few bruises...and quite possibly internal bleeding due to that fracture."
He acknowledged his foe's genius. It was stunning. It almost seemed like he had prepared for the attack, as if he knew exactly how to counter it.
"Claws, speed, and body movement."

[valekin]

"AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

As he had sent the kid flying with just a minor hit, he cracked a wicked smile, and cackled. He twisted his torso to the side and put his claws through the material of the table next to him. His muscles strained at first, while the kid was getting up. But they worked for him on the second try, lifting the table over himself vertically. His mouth dropped open, revealing the fangs that he filed himself.

"CATCH!"

He let the table fall a bit, then went into a spin, and upon the second completion of the spin, he let go, transferring the spin to the table, throwing the now spinning table at the kid. A leg hit a table, and it went end over end diagonally, this was going to end in a rather ugly way. As the table would probably land right on top of the kid, and not stop there, but go for a few more table lengths.

"Y'ALL RIGHT THERE?! DEAD YET?!"

[Zana]

Cursing for the first time in his life, Zan saw the spinning table, like a giant white top,flying towards him. He turned aside, and as he did so, used the heel of his foot to send the chair into the air. Using the trashcan he was holding, he hit the chair as hard as he could, sending it flying to meet the table.
"Too long- its too long!!!," he said in a panicked tone to himself as he threw the trashcan while jumping backwards ont othe table behind him. As he slid on his back, he managed to land on his back, rather painfully, on the floor. He let out a slight gasp as he saw the flipping table start to descend and get very, a bit too uncomfortably, close to his area. Trying to summon as much strength as he could he used his legs, mainly the thigh muscles to push the table forward. The white table rolled forward at a nice pace, as it met the flipping table. Zan got up as soon as the table started moving forward and managed to make a desparate dive under it. He rolled along under the table as it moved, until....the flipping table crashed into the table he was under.

Metal supports creaked and bent under the sudden weight and force which had been applied to the tabletop. The articficially colored wood splintered and broke as the table caved in. The student who had been under the table rolled out from under it and turned slightly to his right, so he managed to end up in a crouch. Standing up, you could see his face, scratched and bloody, as splinters protruded out from the back and arms of his coat. Bleeding from a particularly nasty looking scratch across his upper leg, he pulled off his coat and let it fall. Most of the splinters had lodged themselves into the coat, but a few had reached the wearer.

Grinning in a slightly maniacal way Zan laughed. As he laughed, he felt enough andrenaline enter his blood to make him dizzy. He looked down and saw that his abdomen had quite a few cuts, some deep, some minor.
"I think blood loss is making me feel dizzy...," he told his foe.
Zan collapsed to his knees as he tried to stand up. Suddenly, he lurched and coughed up blood onto the ground as he looked up at Valekin.

"Good fight," he said in a submissive tone ,"-your really, really good. Would you mind teaching me how I can throw tables like you?"
Zan completely lost his consciousness then and there as he fell to the floor.

((Good fight Valekin. ))

[hualord]

Valekin
+2xp

Zanathos
+2xp

Valekin Wins.

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