Keith -vs- Rem

[Ender]

# of Fighters: 2
Name of Fighters: Keith, Rem
Arena Description: Rooftop Party, Fighting Area Is Surrounded By A Group of Spectators, Loud Hip-Hop Music Plays In The Background
Match Type: To The Knock Out
Special Rules:
- Stats/RP Combo
- Fists Only
- Special Conditions

Remember: Grace period is one month, so if someone doesn't post for a month from the last date posted, the last person to post auto-wins.

FIGHT!

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[Rem]

How he got roped into this little skirmish in the making, Rem could not even remember. The constant blaring of the hip-hop music kept the atmosphere at least somewhat jovial despite the fact. It reminded him that he'd come to this party hoping to just take it easy, relax, unwind, and all other such synonymous words. Yet, someone wanted to spar, and for some reason, his reputation (which he'd had no idea existed) preceded him. Soon after that, he'd found himself surrounded by somewhat overeager spectators. He sighed and stretched his limbs, loosening them up then, shrugging, a wide grin crept across his lips. Then, for the first time, he took time to observe his opponent.

"Shall we get this started, yo?"

[Keith]

"Shall we get this started, yo?"

Keith stood silent as he looked at his opponent. He was dressed in a pair of black khaki pants, black street shoes, a short-sleeved dark blue dress shirt that was un-tucked and buttoned up, black shades over his eyes, and his gloves. His left glove was called Heaven's Judgment and his right glove was called Hell's Punishment.

Heaven's Judgment glowed a bright sky blue as it emitted bolts of electricity. Hell's Punishment glowed a bright crimson red as it emitted flames of fire. Keith had the elements of electricity and fire on his side. In a sense, Keith was wielding the powers of Heaven and Hell for this fight.

He would remain silent and wait for his opponent to make the first move. Keith wanted to gauge his opponent's fighting skill.

[Rem]

Rem had grown a bit peeved at his opponent's cool, calm demeanor, but he'd have been a complete amateur if he let even an iota of evidence of this feeling show in his facial expression and body language. Such betrayal of anger could plant seeds of possibly unnecessary confidence into his silent foe's mind. Not that he needs any. He seems to have everything under control on that front. There was no doubt in Rem's mind that Keith had already begun the match, this little mind-game being the first blow; a successful first blow at that. Whoever this guy was...he was good.

The Japanese teenager began to stretch anew as his eyes skimmed over Keith once more. Those gloves, electricity and fire. The electricity would be more than enough to handle, given Rem's Qi was based entirely on electricity, however the fire...

The jingle of metal hitting metal could be heard as the Militia member hopped to his feet, the zippers and chains that seemed to have mated with his jet black jeans providing the tiny cacophony. He pulled the chocobo-head patterned hood off, the yellow top clashing dynamically with the solid gray the rest of the hoodie projected. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his fist against the floor, whilst bending both knees behind him.

The first attack having already been launched, Rem pushed forward with both legs, sprinting toward his opponent with just a half of his full speed, pulling his left arm back and aiming a fist directly at his opponent's face. However, even if his opponent were to raise up a defense, which was, to Rem, actually the desired result, the blow would not connect. Rem would expertly bring his fist to a stop a full half foot away from Keith's face, this time, bringing his right fist forward in a quick, yet powerful piston-like motion, aiming for the man's abdomen.

[Keith]

Would Keith block the attack? He didn't need to. At this moment, Keith didn't feel the need to block any sort of attack. Behind those black shades of his, Keith would calmly analyze and observe his opponent's movements. As the punch came at Keith's face, he wouldn't block it at all. Should it connect, Keith would take the punch head on and simply smile.

But no...

For some reason, his opponent stopped as the punch was at least six inches away from Keith's face. Seemed that the person was trying to bait Keith into blocking. Keith only had to block when need be. In this situation, Keith didn't have to. To the unexperienced amateur, the fake attack may work. But, it would not work on Keith.

It was time for Keith to retaliate. As soon as the punch stopped a half-foot away from Keith's face, he would counter attack by stepped forward and throwing a Hellish Flame Punch to his opponent's gut. He would make his opponent feel the burning flames of Hell.

[Rem]

"Hothothothothothothothot!!!"

The series of occurrences that led to that point were as follows. It seemed that Rem's little bait tactic hadn't worked. He should have figured it wouldn't, after all, he'd already pegged his opponent as a man of considerable skill. Still, he hadn't expected Keith to actually counterattack within the minute time frame. The Japanese youth had to desperately fight off his well-honed fighter's reflex, which was beginning to steer his body into a defensive posture, bracing his abdominal region for a powerful strike. Instead, however, Rem let his consciousness take over, and continued his own assault to Keith's midsection with renewed vigor. His fist didn't have to travel very far. Keith's moved in quickly.

The result: their fists smashed together with enough force to send a jolt of disorientation through Rem's body. Not only that, the searing flames that encircled Keith's fist sent quite an unpleasant burning sensation into his own hand. Pain aside, Rem (being as short as he was) pulled his feet into the air, letting his knees touch his chest. Having absolutely no grounding, the force of Keith's blow propelled the Japanese teen back quite a few paces, where he landed in a partial crouch, his forehead an inch from touching the ground. He pulled his arm to his chest and violently shook his burnt right hand, blowing on it in an attempt to stem the pain. And now we've come full circle...

"Hothothothothothothothot!!!"

He was more than just a little rattled, but at least now he had a bit of an idea of where his opponent's strengths lay. Those damned gloves of his. But that wasn't to say his physical prowess wasn't impressive as well. Rem's entire right arm was still shaking from the fist to fist impact.

"....Ok."

His opponent had now effectively gotten two good hits on him. Rem stood up straight once again, pulling his right hand up into the sleeve of his hoodie. He could only hope the clash had had some sort of negative impact on Keith as well, at the very least shaking him up a little. After all, he'd put a lot into the strike. Not his all, but still quite a lot. Rem found that his breaths had returned to normal. He was back. Now he'd be the one to play it safe, turning over the reigns of progressing the fight to Keith. He waited, eyes firmly planted on his foe.

[Keith]

Seemed the boy got the message after trying to throw a faint at Keith. Keith wasn't going to attack the boy yet. However, Keith wasn't going to stay in one place for the duration of the fight. He would move forward and close the distance between himself and his opponent.

Calmly and casually, Keith would stare at his opponent. Slowly, Keith would walked towards his opponent with a purpose. This was not a casual walk or a ready to fight walk. No, this was a type of walk that would put the fear into his opponent.

Without hesitation, Keith would walk forward. But, it would be a slow and mechanical walk. Keith would be walking towards his opponent like he was Robocop. Fighting against Keith was like fighting against a well oiled fighting machine.

[Rem]

Rem would maintain his distance by walking in a zig-zag pattern, his well-practiced footwork enabling him to do so without putting much thought into it. The way Keith was staring, it seemed as though he was trying the whole psyche out thing, trying to appear imposing. However, Rem had come across more intimidating foes in the back streets and alleyways of Tokyo City. Not to mention his entire ordeal with Valekin. Compared to that freak, the shit that Keith was trying to pull right now made his lips tug into a wry grin.

He definitely wasn't going to be baited into fighting at his opponent's pace. No, his pace suited him just fine, thank you. Still maintaining distance, Rem met Keith's freaky glare by sticking his tongue out and blowing raspberry. If Keith was as serious about this fight as he seemed (and boy did he seem serious about it), he'd have to take the initiative for once.

[Keith]

Getting close enough, Keith would throw a fast and hard left palm strike aimed at his opponent's throat, retract the palm strike, and launch another one with the same hand at his opponent's forehead.

Should the first palm strike connect, it should severely cut off his opponent's air circulation. A forceful blow to the forehead could and would cause his opponent severe whiplash. Whiplash was nothing pleasant to deal with. This may be a bit overkill; but, Keith needed to show that action spoke louder than words.

At the same time of doing those palm strikes, Keith would execute another Hellish Flame Punch. The Hellish Flame Punch would be aimed at his opponent's left shoulder muscle. If the Hellish Flame Punch connects, the boy's shoulder should be burning. At the same time, the flames should affect the nerves and render his opponent's arm useless for the time being.

It was time to get "serious."

[Rem]

Now this was surprising. Either his opponent had overestimated his own reach, or underestimated the distance between him and Rem. Maybe it was a bit of both? Still maintaining his distance (well, as much as one can when surrounded by a group of riled and extremely loud spectators) Despite the fact, however, Rem found himself slow to respond. Now that was even more surprising. The fight only allowed fists, so he had kept his eyes solely on his opponent's shoulders. Rem was ready to spring at any twitch, any shrug, anything that turned out to be the real deal. It came; an open palmed strike, and judging by the angle (Rem: 4'11''/Keith: 6') he was attempting to hit low.

Rem threw himself to the right as soon as he'd seen Keith's left shoulder twitch. He flinched slightly as his opponent's hand sailed to his left, and not by much at all. Then, the man's left hand struck again, but Rem was nowhere near the area of that attack. Snuggling his right foot into the ground, having taken a step into Keith to avoid the left hand, he bent both knees, hunched over, swayed and dipped his upper body forward and downward, more like a boxer than anything else. Keith's right fist would sail over his hunched back (again, Rem is a lot shorter than Keith), again not by much. His opponent was crazy fast, something that registered and remained in the forefront of his mind.

Then, pushing upwards directly in front of Keith in a springing motion, he shot his right fist upwards hard, the springing motion adding to Rem's already powerful attack, hoping to connect with Keith's chin/jaw. Should the first fail, Rem would push to the balls of his feet and pivot his semi-crouched body 90 degrees, to shoot another uppercut with his left fist. If either of his attacks hit...or fail, he would crouch once more, the momentum gained from shooting both uppercuts causing him to keep spinning until he had reached the 180 degree mark, aka, facing the opposite direction, and perform a shoulder roll to regain distance. He'd skate to a halt, stand up straight and wait for his opponent's next move.

[Keith]

For some reason the boy managed to evade Keith's attacks. Keith would have to make a mental note of the boy's height next time. He was much taller than the boy. Instead of blocking, Keith would take the boy's attacks head on.

As the blow connected, Keith's head would bend back. It was the typical body mechanic. That was a pretty good shot on the boy's part. Yeah, he felt the pain of his head bending violently back from the uppercut. The blow would cause him to stagger back a few steps. He would be feeling it for a few days.

At least the boy didn't strike at Keith's throat. He would have to be more careful next time.

There was really an advantage of being short. The boy's fists could hit any part of Keith. In Keith's case, he would have to be more accurate with his punches. He should've requested a feet-only match. Next time when fighting against short opponents, Keith should use his feet next time.

Would Keith counter-attack? Not yet...

He would allow his opponent to attack and retreat. Keith was still getting used to his heavy gloves. While the gloves packed a punch, they were heavy. Keith hasn't gotten used to the gloves yet. This is why he hasn't thrown that many hand strikes at his opponent. He needed to keep things simple.

Keith needed to pause a bit and take a breath. While Keith seemed to have the advantage, he would become more exhausted with each punch. The gloves had reduced his normal strength and his normal speed. He wanted to take the gloves off; but, Keith needed to get used to them.

That palm strike and punch combination had winded Keith some.

[Rem]

Finally, his attacks showed some sign of having an effect. Rem gave himself a mental pat on the back, but outwardly, his stoic, someone amused demeanor gave him an aura of confidence. He hopped, and bounced in place, getting his adrenaline pumping some more. His eyes were once again planted on his opponent, looking for another such 'tell' that would give his next move away. He was going to change the game up and let his opponent be the aggressor. It seemed to work for him so far.

[narakunohana]

Rem wins by default, grace period is over.

Conditions set:
- Stat/Rp combo! (+1 exp win, +1 exp Lose)
- Fists only! (+2 exp win, +1 exp Lose)
-Special Conditions! (+1xp win, +1xp lose.)

Rem receives +4 exp.
(+2 for winning fists only, +1 for winning the match, +1 for the Special Conditions)

Keith receives +3 exp.
(+1 for losing fists only, +1 for losing the match, +1 for the Special Conditions)