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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 18, 2008 11:39:36 GMT -8
Meanwhile Mathew was still being held by thug number one. This time though someone didn't try and stomp on him. Instead Thug Number one clasped his hands tightly before spinning around fast enough to lift Mathew off of the ground. He knew where this was going to go and the air was not his element. He was helpless to stop it.
He felt his legs knocking against some of the thugs that were to close. Not that they could help it since it was still so damn crowded. That and the downed thugs were obstacles that people had to walk over making it even harder to move around with each thug that was brought down.
He felt thug one let go of his hands and he tried to grab on but he was too slow and Mathew was sent straight at one of the walls. Thankfully because of how crowded the room was Mathew instead flew in to a couple of thugs that had been unlucky enough to be in the direction Mathew was released in.
He crashed in to the thugs causing all of them to topple down. The blow dazed all three of them but Mathew was the first to recover and would turn around so that he was facing the other two as they groaned in slight pain from the crash. He would simply flash them a bloody grin before slamming his fist in to each of their noses as hard as he could before he started to slowly pick himself up trying to keep his balance as he did so.
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Post by seishounohana on May 18, 2008 19:34:09 GMT -8
The man below her was bleeding and she was just gripping at the Zombie that tried to kick her right flank -- it did make contact (and it hurt too), however... and that was how she had pinned the leg to her.
She yanked it forward, the poor fellow falling to lie down flat on the floor. Quickly standing, Emily pulled the leg up and tackled the man, elbow directly targeting his sternum. Blood from the man's mouth spewed onto Emily's hair... and she didn't bother to clean herself or even groan in disgust at how sticky with blood she was getting -- at least, right now.
For now, she was more preoccupied with the men surrounding her.
Releasing the unconscious man from her grip, she rolled off -- barely escaping a kick.
A safe distance later, she would sit up and do a sweep at the floor with her leg, putting a rather heavy thug out of balance enough to wobble back and a domino-like scene would plant itself in Emily's view.
It amused her.
For a second.
... the poor fellow under that heavyweight was crushed. Ow.
She smiled...
Before the punches went back to haunt her.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 18, 2008 19:53:56 GMT -8
As he was picking himself up he felt a man ram in to him from the left side knocking him over. However Mathew would grab the man's shirt and throw him over his own body as he fell. The man would go flying in to one of the walls hard before thumping to the ground. When that was over Mathew would roll to the side to slam his body in to one of the other men near by to trip him up. With this many people in the room and more still streaming in it was hard to get up once you were knocked down. At least if they were focusing on you like they were with Mathew.
His whole body was in agony and it didn't look like they were anywhere near done. It was much easier to do this with the Earth Dragon Coat, a knife, and brass knuckles. That was for sure. Mathew would literally climb up the man he had just slammed in to shoving him down as he pulled himself up. Once Mathew was up he would once again send a foot slamming in to the guys body so he would stay down for a bit. Thankfully all these guys were not like tubs or they would be dead. Their main advantage was pure numbers. At least to someone of Mathew's level.
Now that he was back up he was back in the game. His breathing was heavy and it hurt to stand up or move but he was not going to quit. He didn't lose. It was as simple as that.
Another thug came at Mathew sending a clawed hand at Mathew's bloody face. He would simply sidestep it before smashing his palm in to the man's elbow as he grabbed the arm that had missed the attack to keep it straight. He heard the bone snap and he would twist the arm causing the man to scream in pain as he fell to the ground cradling his arm in agony. Turning around Mathew was able to see another arm coming just in time to duck under it and send his fist shooting in to the man's ribs with one arm as he grabbed his arm with his other hand. He would pull the man at him sending an uppercut in to the man's torso with enough force to lift him up as Mathew tossed him behind him hearing a satisfactory thump from behind him.
You would think they would leave him be and go for the easy target but this was a test and he saw more guys coming at him. He was getting a second wind now which was good or else he would be done for. There were still a daunting amount of guys left, but it seemed they had made a dent in the number. A good deal of men now lay on the ground passed out or moaning in pain.
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Post by seishounohana on May 20, 2008 1:28:45 GMT -8
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~P*
Came the sound of cloth being ripped. Emily had been thrown back with a punch, landing on one of the people she had previously knocked unconscious.
She needed a weapon, and was desperate.
This strip of cloth, would actually be more than enough.
Catching a downward kick to her forehead with both her hands, she would twist it over, the thug falling on his back. Emily quickly move to sit on his butt and she would pull the leg up as violently as the force of her two hands could bring her.
The man now unable to stand and fight due to the dislocated hip, was generally screaming out of his wits -- while Emily stood up and brought a punch with her right hand towards the left eye of the man in front, sending him back in pain as his eye began to bleed and swinging the back of her heels back to the left flank of the man who was aiming for her back; his spleen bursting and started bleeding massively. Seriously, some people need to be a little more unnoticeable.
Like herself.
... That was her ego talking. A way of keeping her morale up in this rather dangerous situation. Pride made her think of this as training. Well, in fact -- it looked like it.
Then a punch met with her right cheek, sending Emily back a few steps...
She was determined.
She had a goal.
She had to live through this.
There was no time to delay.
Emily, lost in her thoughts... didn't consciously notice that she had charged at the man in return, effectively knocking him back with her right shoulder and then immediately sending random hits and punches throughout his body.
"I WILL NOT LET MYSELF BE BEATEN BY YOU, OF ALL DIRTY PEOPLE!" she would shout over and over again, punching the man dead-silly until he lost consciousness... which took a while.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 20, 2008 23:13:53 GMT -8
Mathew could feel his blood pumping through his veins. The pain in his body seemed to dulled down to the point where he could almost forget that his nose was broken and his face was clawed to hell. He didn't feel the minor blows that left only bruises and his exhaustion seemed gone. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was still tired and that he was badly hurt. But that wasn't here, that wasn't now.
Blood covered his shirt causing it to stick to his body which was annoying, but he didn't exactly have time to change his clothing. Sidestepping a punch as he grabbed the collar of his shirt he would slam his head in to the man's head causing him to stumble back and fall down the ramp that he came out from. As he fell Mathew's arms would pull hard to the side tearing the bloody shirt off of his body revealing his toned torso for all of to see.
His body was toned from years of activity and fighting. His body had a shine to it as the lights reflected off of the sheen of sweat coating his whole body.
Another fighter came at him low hoping to tackle him down the ramp, but Mathew was in the zone. He didn't think he acted. He would raise his foot up when he saw the guy heading in his direction and before the man could get near him Mathew's leg slammed down hard on the guy's shoulder sending him down. This was followed up by Mathew stomping down on the man's back before walking over him to get back in to the fray.
Once he was back in the thick of things thats where things got intense. HE was already a target and now he was coming to them. One man tried to punch him but Mathew would grab his arm twisting it over his head as he spun in a fluid motion evading another punch that would strike the man that he was restraining. As soon as he was done moving out of the way he would let go of the man's hand before kneeing him in the back pushing him forward in to the guy that had just punched his "friend."
He would ignore the man who just got hit by the body of the first thug since he had to duck under a punch that was coming from yet another thug. Reaching up to grab the man's arm as he rose upwards he would slam his palm in to the guy's elbow breaking his arm before twisting it causing him to cry in pain. Once again he would push this guy to keep someone else at bay for a moment while he dealt with the thug from before that had recovered from having the first guy thrown at him.
Mathew didn't wait for this guy to attack though. His fist would shoot out slamming right in to the man's nose causing it to snap with a sickening crack as the man grabbed Mathew's arm probably in an attempt to get him in a hold Mathew would shoot his knee in to the man's groin as hard as he could. The man's grip would loosen and Mathew would shove him back in disgust.
It wasn't all that easy though. As he pushed the man away he felt a blow land on the side of his head knocking him over and causing his world to spin for a moment as he stumbled in to another guy. The guy would grab him but by this time Mathew was starting to get his senses back and would throw his weight in to the man bashing him in to the closest wall to make him let go before sending a knee in to his gut to make him double over. Then balling his fists together he would smash down on the back of his head causing him to knock in to Mathew's still raised knee.
Grabbing the now limp Body Mathew would lift it up and throw it at the nearest thug following the body as close as he could. The thug would fall down when the body hit him and Mathew was waiting there to smash his foot down in to his chest several times until he was sure at least a couple ribs were broken.
He would turn away from the now downed thug just in time to see a fist heading at his head obviously aimed for the back of his head before he moved. But that wasn't the case now. Reaching up Mathew would grab the fist as it came before squeezing on it until he heard the bones start to crack as he crushed the man's fist. When he let go the man would drop to his knees clutching his hand in pain as Mathew moved on to his next target.
Once again Mathew would take the offensive with this guy rushing in low with his fist cocked back before slamming it in to his stomach and lifting upwards so it looked like he was impaled on Mathew's fist. His eyes would bug out almost popping out of his socket as he let out a stunned groan of pain. Mathew would quickly move his fist away letting him drop before raising up his knee to impale him on his kneed causing him to let out a silent scream of pain as Mathew pushed him off of his knee.
As he pushed the man off of him he felt a leg slam in to his back causing him to stumble forward before he turned around to see who attacked him. The man was a leg fighter obviously and when he sent another kick to Mathew he would grab his leg and literally spin him before throwing him headfirst in to one of the walls causing him to crumple to the ground knocked out cold.
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Post by seishounohana on May 21, 2008 0:32:07 GMT -8
Hawt damn, finally halfway X___X
Berzerk of determination, frustration of the seemingly neverending number of opponents, and the growing aches and pains of her body... Emily knew that this had to end soon.
She was running out of time.
Running out of Energy.
-- possibly willpower, but that was the last thing she was going to lose now! It was the only thing keeping her up like this, and for sure... it won't be long after the last thug fell until she passes out into a day-long sleep.
Come to think of it, have they even eaten anything since their arrival?
Were there anyone else in the facility?
What time was it?
... and what the heck was this guy doing all bloodied up in her hands?
Oh shit. Hopefully she didn't kill him, did she?
...
Well, that wasn't really something she had to worry about right now. Self preservation was far more important.
Emily caught a punch headed for her shoulder from the corner of her left eye; The intensity of the fight seemed to have brought the best of her senses. Catching it with her palm, she gripped her hand tight against the man's fist and shot a blow at his chin. His mandible snapped shut and the girl would let go of his hand and kicked him out of her way.
Following that kick was a wild spin with her hands outstretched, a few thugs -- 3, to be exact -- caught within the deadly 2-3m radius. Emily had caught a good break at that, as she had generated blades that went real deep into their flesh.
She went to catch her breath. Just how much more were they?
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 21, 2008 0:45:27 GMT -8
"Die Motherfucker Die!"
Mathew would shout as he slammed his fist in to the nose of another thug who was already passed out where he stood, sending a knee in to his gut for good measure Mathew would toss him to the side. His eyes were hungry looking for the next target. Bodies littered the floor making him have to watch his step as he approached the next man who surprisingly still showed no fear despite how him and Emily were tearing through these thugs like a hot knife through butter. These guys were not fucking normal that was obvious at this point.
The man would send a punch to Mathew which he would grab before yanking him over close as he slapped his head in to the man's nose following it with an elbow uppercut sending him down to the ground. It seemed that since Tubs most of the best fighters were done for and now it was just sheer numbers. That was good, he didn't think he could take another tubs. He didn't have the energy for something that hard now.
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Post by seishounohana on May 21, 2008 2:00:09 GMT -8
Just... a few... more... -dies-
At the middle of the creation of this post, Marianne got severely distracted by shoujo manga.
With that aside, Emily rushed to the other side of the room, quickly outrunning the 10 people that were running after her. It was good that Mathew seemed to have been able to put all of the stronger ones out.
Speaking of Mathew.
o_____o
Emily stopped in her tracks. Frozen as the hoarde of male thugs rushed for her.
"Bi...shounen..." she muttered, staring as the senior friend continued on fighting. From this distance, he really could look pretty cool. He looked like one of those guys from a few manga that he had read, and certainly acted like a guy from Hana yori dango named "Doumyouji Tsukasa" ... but only a little more dramatic instead of childish.
...
Interestingly, Mangaka like Emily derive their ideas from things like this.
God, what she couldn't do for paper and a pen right now.
Pen... and paper...
...
"Pen... p-paper..." she would mutter, grabbing the collar of the thug's prison clothing and shaking him. The rest of them would look at her in confusion, what did she need with pen... and paper?!
"I. ASKED. FOR. SOME. PAPER." She practically screamed, the girl gripping the shirt tight and practically shoving him headfirst onto the cement wall. Blood spewing out from his skull and staining the wall with red.
...
"Oh."
o.o
What the hell did she just do again?
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 21, 2008 9:56:40 GMT -8
A grunt would come from Mathew as he felt another foot slam against his head causing him to stumble to the side before straightening up. He didn't have time for the normal slow dramatic way that he would have done in a one on one fight. This fight was beyond proving that he was tough. It was a matter of survival now because he had no doubt in his mind that death was an option in this fight if they lost. Once up Mathew would attack the man that had just attacked him with his own Cresent Kick that sent the man flying away from him. He was breathing heavily, sweat was dripping from his pores. He would quickly wipe his hands on his pants to try them off a bit before he was attacked again. Things were just getting repetitive now, he was too tired to do any of his fancy moves and there were too many people or bodies around to do it. Every person seemed to blur in to each other so that Mathew didn't even know how many people he had taken down or how many were left. All he knew was that people were still coming from those damn ramps in a seemingly endless amount. Grabbing the man's fist that attacked him he would squeeze it causing the man to cry out in pain as Mathew started to crush his fist. But he didn't have time to just crush his fist. So he would send his other elbow smashing in to the man's nose before shoving him aside. Two more thugs were taken down as they tried to double team Mathew. All Mathew had to do there was grab one of the thugs using him as a human shield so that the second thug's attack would hit him instead causing him to grunt in pain. Shoving him forward in to his friend Mathew would send a kick in to the thug's back that he had thrown sending them both in to one of the walls. The next guy that came at him was taken care of because Mathew broke his arm in his personal favorite manner, which was of course dodging a punch and then slamming his palm in to the elbow. It was a classic Mathew move. Next he moved to the next guy that had the guts to come after him. This guy sent his leg out in a Crescent Kick which Mathew was able to block before sending his own foot slamming in to the man's knee cap busting it up and causing his body to fall as his grounded leg was taken out. They were in the home stretch now. He just had to hold out a bit longer and they would be done. OOC: 30 left @@ |
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Post by seishounohana on May 21, 2008 22:00:32 GMT -8
The 9 more conscious men surrounded the still agitated Emily. Well, being this surrounded was fine. Her fighting style helped out a bit.
After all, Ranken was more of for battles involving a huge crowd of people. It'd be tonna easier because of the fact that Ranken involved making blades of wind that were not really easy to control.
Though her feet were a little bit in pain, it was best if she did something now. After all, there were only a little bit more left.
She'd have to resort to this -- Emily took a ballet stance, her two feet set parallel to each other before she stood on her toes.
Ow.
... Or at least the most her feet could take without toe shoes.
God, she wished she had toe shoes. Emily'd have to buy some when she get out of this darned place.
A step and a violent spin, faster than she would on ordinary methods. Emily wasn't exactly the best in ballet, nor was it her battle style originally... but she was hoping to have a few classes this summer...
Well, before she ended up HERE... of all places.
Then suddenly -- she extended her hands, the fools surrounding her had no idea what was coming and just stood there, watching this girl dance "classical ballet".
-- only to realize that they've been cut deeply through the abdomen, falling over to the floor in agony and the loss of blood.
That was 9 down, and she stopped spinning finally, quite tired now.
But Emily's feet became quite painful... she'd have to limit her movements from now on.
It's just a few more!
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 21, 2008 22:11:37 GMT -8
Mathew's second wind was starting to die out. He was once again feeling how weary he was, his muscles were screaming in agony with every move. His head was throbbing and dried blood covered his face giving him that awkward dry blood feeling. Certainly something that HE wasn't used too. More and more guys were still coming out of the ramps slowly walking over the bodies of the other thugs. But the stream was only a trickle now. It seemed they were almost done.
Mathew would raise his arm blocking the blow from one man knocking the guy's arm away before he sent his hand forward jamming his fingers in to the guy's throat before sending a knee to his groin. He would pick up the man groaning with effort as he did before he threw the body at the nearest ramp watching at the man collided with several people that were trying to come up. Needless to say that when they hit the bottom they were not going to head back up.
Slowly Mathew would turn his reactions slowing down as he continued to push himself ever onward. He grunted as he felt a knee hit his ribs and he would turn to see the man who did it. His right hand would shoot out in a claw gripping the man's face and squeezing hard on it causing the man to yell out in pain before Mathew pulled up his leg before sending it straight out litterally launching the man in to the wall.
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Post by seishounohana on May 22, 2008 1:41:13 GMT -8
Emily would smile sleepishly, "I'm tired~." She'd mumble out, getting "drunk" in her own adrenaline. Her body was going to auto-shut down soon.
The heck she was going down with these fellows still awake.
A thug had his hands together and launched towards Emily for a hit on the head. Emily's tired eyes sleepilly found him, senses sharpened from the long fight... the spurts of adrenaline though were ending, and the wear and tear of her body -- not to mention fatigue -- was catching up slowly.
She shot herself up, causing the thug to hit the floor instead. Well, Emily landed on the back of his neck, snapping it.
A punch was thrown from her right from yet another thug. Just what she needed, a wake up call. Body already shaken enough to be used to it, she grabbed the arm and pulled him down into the pile of bleeding men on the floor. She let go seconds later, driving him unconscious with a hit heel-first on the stomach.
The past couple of hours were satisfying her subconscious love for blood, but... it was wearing her out.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 22, 2008 19:23:37 GMT -8
Mathew was starting to wear down, no scratch that. Mathew felt ready to pass out and never wake up again. His whole body was screaming at him for being a giant douche. His brain was so tired he probably couldn't even come up with a smart and witty thing to say if he tried.
It seemed that they were almost done. There were not many guys left and the ramps were starting to close up. That meant this was the end right? Right?
Still Mathew wasn't going to give up, not yet. Not when he was so close to winning this. Mathew's arm would come up blocking a blow that was meant for his head. Grabbing the man's leg Mathew would pull him closer with what seemed to take more effort then it should have before sending his other hand in to the man's crotch smashing in to it as hard as he could. When the man let out a cry of pain he would move his hand away before slamming his palm in to the man's nose dropping him.
Turning around he would see his next target starting to head in the direction that Emily was at. He would send a powerful punch at the back of the head where the neck met the head knocking him down before following it up with a stomp to keep him down.
Next his eyes would pick out the people still standing moving to the closest one who was unlucky enough to be by one of the walls. He would grab his head and slam it in to the wall three times in quick succession before letting him drop.
He would then bend down to pick up the man he had just offed before lifting him over his head and hurling him at two other guys that were just a bit out of his attack range. The body would slam in to the two guys dropping them down to the ground and pinning them under his large body.
Mathew's hand would press against the wall as he leaned against his hacking as he tried to regain his breath. He had never been this tired in a fight, he had never been this close to his limits before, he had never known he had limits. It was scary, he had to admit it. Knowing that he wasn't unstoppable was a scary thing indeed.
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Post by seishounohana on May 22, 2008 19:43:08 GMT -8
Was Emily tired? Very.
Was her body complaining? It was on strike.
How about her eyesight? It was fading.
Emily could swear that she was going to pass out right here and then. But it was so close.
Already so close to proving that she could take it; that she was strong enough to survive this. Her body was already surrendering, but her heart was screaming for her to go on...
Now already half-asleep, she would dash towards a group coming her way, leaning forward and running at a speed a little slower than earlier. Her tired feet screamed with every step, but she had to bear it.
If she could take 5 out... just five.
Her hands in an x position above her chest, she pulled them away, slashing her hands across as her fingers created 10 small, but insanely sharp blades of wind.
Blood splattered on the floor as the thugs were making her way towards her as well. The three up front were the most damaged of the bunch and fell to the floor. Three more charged further, meeting up with Emily in a string of punches, kicks and dodges.
A quick squat allowed her to avoid a punch set for her back, and she would shoot herself up with a fist outstretched... hitting the guy on the head. Her movements were obviously becoming quite repetitive... but were still serving the purpose.
Pivoting herself to face the one on her back, the sleepy girl would drive her right elbow onto the thug's stomach, hard. He himself was tired, and fell back to the ground... well, it looked like it... since he didn't bother standing up.
The third one... well, Emily wasn't able to catch him... the normally sharp senses not able to catch the kick to her back.
Her eyes opened wide as blood trickled from her lips and she ended up thrown into the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor... unconscious.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on May 22, 2008 20:15:23 GMT -8
FUCK!
Mathew would think to himself as he saw Emily fall. He had failed to protect her but he wouldn't let her die. As the man that kicked her started to move in on her fallen form Mathew would charge at him before diving forward slamming the man in to the ground with Mathew on top of him. Mathew would flash him a sickening grin before grabbing the man's head and slamming it in to the ground hard over and over until a pool of blood started to form around the head. It was only then that Mathew would pick himself up.
There were only two guys left, and while he was attacking the third they had been making their way to him from opposite sides. Mathew wasn't sure he could keep up with that in his tired state and would make a dash for a wall so he could put it behind him forcing them to come at him from the front.
He was able to make it to the wall with them coming slightly behind him. They would look at each other before nodding as both of them shot out their legs at him. Mathew would roll to the left dodging them and getting one leg between him and the other guy. Grabbing on to the leg Mathew would raise one of his up above the leg before slamming it down on to the kneecap busting it.
Sadly that was an awkward move and in his tired state he had trouble keeping his balance. He would fall backwards on to his ass as the other guy moved in and stomped down on Mathew hard. Mathew felt his eyes bulge in pain as he would retch throwing up on himself from the blow.
The man would just laugh at him before stomping down again. This time Mathew would be able to grab the foot before it could slam in to him, and slowly and with much effort Mathew would push the foot back hard enough to knock the guy over. Quickly he would crawl over on to the guy, his clothing dripping fresh vomit as he did and he would grab his head slamming it in to the ground until he was out cold.
That was it, they were all down. He didn't know how many of them there were but they were done and he proved to himself he was more then a coat. He was the Earth Dragon himself.
Mathew would collapse on top of the last man unable to keep going any longer. He had pushed his body more then he had ever pushed it before, discovered limits that he didn't think existed. Mathew learned a lot about himself today, lessons he would not soon forget.
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