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Post by hualord on Feb 12, 2009 18:13:41 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2 Names of Fighters: Valekin, Travis Delmonte Arena Description: A Six meter by six meter cage with spikes on the walls. Match Type: To the Knock Out! Special Rules:- Fists only!
- Touching spikes = insta-lose.
Total XP gain: +4 winner, +3 loser. Enjoy.
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Post by valekin on Feb 12, 2009 18:17:26 GMT -8
FINALLY!
No more boredom.
Valekin was standing inside a cage, that had spikes on the inside. Which made things interesting. It was not quite a fight on a narrow bridge with a pool of liquid hot magma below, awaiting the loser. See, it was a six meter by six meter cage that had spikes on the walls, and if you got hit by one of those spikes, you instantly lost the game. Or the fight, whichever.
"Doo dee doo dee dooo."
Boy, he's in a good mood isn't he? Anyway, Valekin was all geared up, gauntlets, pants, belt, underwear, boots, tie for his hair. That's about it. No shirt. Oh yes, he was wearing socks though! Isn't that nice? Anyway, he was standing around in the middle of the cage, with a bruise on his cheek that was going away right before the crowds eyes. Yes, there was a crowd, and they loved violence.
Time to fight.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 12, 2009 18:31:32 GMT -8
This was definitely going to be interesting. Maybe Travis was stupid, but he liked tasking risks. Of course, when he set eyes upon Valekin, his memory flashed back to a long time ago, on a train. He remembered this guy's face, and then looked around as he stepped into the cage. The spikes definitely seemed to be the wrong kind of way to fight this guy. Ah well, he was already committed. He'd just have to be careful, and he could hang with this guy, right?
His eyes would lock upon his new opponent, and the smirk on his face wasn't fading. He loved to fight, and this would prove to be an interesting match. No kicking, just pure use of arms. And Travis wasn't a stranger to that. After all he started off with Kick-boxing. He knew how to throw a punch. But would that be enough against a dude who looked like that? He'd soon find out. Travis' arms would lift and he'd hold them a few inches from his face, in something of a boxing stance, his fingers folded but didn't fully shut. He was ready to go once he shift his body slightly, allowing his left side to lead a tad bit.
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Post by valekin on Feb 12, 2009 18:37:14 GMT -8
The cage door swung shut, and Valekin looked at the young man that entered the cage with him. This would certainly be interesting. As Valekin sized him up, checking out what he thought would be the boy's strengths, he figured perhaps speed, or strength. Maybe defense. Those were three good areas to guess when a guy looked kind of buff. When you looked at Valekin though it was hard to guess, he was not extremely buff, he was soldier buff. Not body builder buff.
But the way he moved said; I'm in control.
"Good luck."
Valekin said, and he meant it. This fight was all about being careful, and having a little fun. After all, they both were bored enough to fight like this, so why not have fun with it? Those spikes were nasty, Valekin knew he could recover from the damage, but he wasn't so sure about the other kid. Yes, this was a fists only fight, and Valekin was a good hand-to-hand fighter. He was about to prove it.
He moved in, just far enough for himself to be in range to attack his opponent, and get attacked. A straight jab was issued right for his opponent's face, at three quarters speed. Just to test the waters. Valekin of course, was like some kind of monster, always ready to counter, make a retreat or seriously fuck you up the moment you made a mistake.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 12, 2009 19:04:41 GMT -8
"Good luck"
Travis would nod toward the other guy when he spoke, and release his own good luck as well. After all, he had no ill feelings toward the other male. It was just a MANLY contest, or something of that sort, wasn't it? He was bored, he wanted some fun and he enjoyed fighting too much to let a chance like this pass under and away. He would watch Valekin come in close, coming just into range. He shot a jab toward Travis' face. He was surprised by the speed it came in, and he only had a split second to tilt his head to the left, his upper body tilting with it slight as his opponent's blow would glance the side of his head. The pain for even a glancing blow was pretty amazing. And he knew that getting hit straight to the chin could easily be a fight ender.
His right hand would lift from it's current position and Travis would aim tos hoot it upward and knock it up and away to Travis' right. And that where Travis' body would shoot a quick left of his own, as he aimed to slam it hard into Valekin's right armpit. If it connected, he believed it would help to possibly slow this male down a little bit with that arm at least. Of course, that was if it connected.
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Post by valekin on Feb 12, 2009 19:14:45 GMT -8
Valekin cracked a smile, and moved. He had only grazed his opponent, but from that attack he judged that he was much too fast for him. The young man retaliated, and so he should. It was a manly contest, but not a contest of manliness. Valekin pulled his right arm back, and stepped forward, only earning a bruise on his right bicep. Which would be sore, but this got him inside the other fighter's range. With his left fist balled, he sent a sharp full speed punch straight for the guy's solar plexus.
No hard feelings.
He just wanted to get a good solid hit in for the serious soreness he was feeling in his arm at the moment. If it was the left arm, he wouldn't be feeling shit, because he can't feel anything in the left arm. Bullet fragments. Anyway, he had judged his opponent correctly, he wasn't the fast type, but the type that hit hard. That was cool. He liked people that could hit hard, Valekin could hit hard.
"Gotcha."
Maybe it had been a little too long since Valekin had been in a fist fight, ah well. This would get him back on track again, normally he didn't let himself get hit.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 12, 2009 19:40:35 GMT -8
Travis didn't exactly connect where he initially meant to, but that was better then landing no punch at all. And as soon as that left connected, his body would have started to retract and shift to his right. Unknowingly, that is what would have saved Travis from a blow that could have rendered him unconscious. His right arm would of already been bent when Travis threw his original strike, and so he had planned to throw that elbow of his immediately after.
Instead, he would feel Valekin's knuckles slam against his bent arm, and he'd swear under his breath as the right side of his body started to move backwards. And while his arm lit up with pain, he thought it would be best to use the moment his opponent's ample strength gave him and that left side would shift toward his opponent's body, and his left arm would aim to hook and catch Valekin against the right side of his head, upon his ear. If it managed to connect, it would at least help to mess with this dudes equilibrium. But he knew he'd have to be careful with him. He seemed pretty good.
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Post by valekin on Feb 12, 2009 19:46:57 GMT -8
Valekin's attack had seemed to aid Travis in beginning a new assault. That was no big deal, Valekin knew he couldn't exactly be hit if he didn't get careless. Which would make things all the more dangerous for the young man. As Travis attacked, Valekin bobbed and ducked his head under the blow, pivoted his body, and would thrust his right arm straight into his young opponent's chest.
That would most definitely hurt, and the speeds that he was attacking with? Well, he would be a blur, it would be a sudden strike out of know where to the kid. Perhaps. Valekin's not a dishonorable sort though, the chances of him hitting Travis were astronomically high, and he would most certainly give the young man a reprieve if he asked for it. Or if he didn't, he'd continue the attack. Because he had been bored, and this was fun.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 12, 2009 21:08:31 GMT -8
Once Travis caught site of his opponent move, his hooked punch would change forms, and it would pull back and direct toward his opponent's bobbing head. He wasn't sure if it would connect in time though, because he soon felt something slam against his chest, and those icy blue orbs widened at both the surprising speed his opponent had, but the strength he had just been hit him. He felt his whole upper body shift backwards from the blow, as he was nearly knocked off his feet.
Travis would stumble backwards a bit as his lungs worked quickly to try and suck the air back into his lungs. His chest was on fire from that punch, and he was actually regretting that he took this fight now. Travis thought that he was a strong kid, but this dude just proved that he wasn't nearly as strong as he originally though. He wouldn't advance right now, instead he'd wince as he reset his arms into his position, and concentrated on calming himself down. He wasn't going to be able to go on the offense with a guy like this.
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Post by valekin on Feb 12, 2009 21:13:49 GMT -8
Valekin's bob was a bit deeper than Travis had probably perceived, only managing to graze Valekin's long hair. But that was alright, Valekin backed off after he nearly put the kid in orbit. Taking a few steps back to let the kid regain his composure and his stance. He thought it'd be nice if he gave him that much. Yea, when Valekin's not in crazy mode he was quite the gentleman.
"Would you like to yield?"
Yield meaning, forfeiting. Valekin would win, and there would be a party thrown. Travis would be invited, but he'd probably have to pay for his own booze to wallow in self-pity for forfeiting. But the crazy person felt that it was a good idea to give him the chance to do so before things heated up later, and someone -cough- turned into a pile of goo.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 12, 2009 21:26:03 GMT -8
Would you like to yield?
Travis' right eyebrow would raise slightly as the made before him asked if he wanted to quit the fight already. And while he would briefly entertain the idea, he knew he wouldn't be able to force his pride down so easily. Pride was an awful thing to have sometimes, and usually it never did anything to help someone out in a situation like this. It was obvious that Travis was outclassed by this male here, but he knew that it wasn't going to end in death. He wouldn't give up right now.
"Does the pope shit in the woods?"
Travis would give a stupid little chuckle of his own after his comment. It was a rhetorical question obviously. His hands would twist slightly and he'd wave this male onward. He wasn't going to make the mistake of trying to move in and get his head knocked off so soon. After all, he wanted to have a little more fun here. Even if the chance of getting hurt was a little higher then the average day.
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Post by valekin on Feb 12, 2009 21:55:06 GMT -8
"Don't cry mercy then."
Valekin moved at full speed, sending a fist flying for Travis's face right off the bat as he came in. Really, he wasn't that far away from Travis, so it was plausible that it was just a quick movement. Valekin wondered if that punch that grazed the guy earlier had knocked something really really loose.
Despite appearances, Valekin was exceptionally good at making people trip up over themselves when they moved to dodge and counterattack. Perhaps this guy would try to do something like that. Move his head to the side, get grazed again, probably gain a bigger headache, and then get punched really fucking hard elsewhere.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 12, 2009 22:08:34 GMT -8
His opponent would speak once again, and then he'd come forward with an attack. The worst part of this fight wasn't the fact that the guy was SO fast, or SO STRONG. It was both of those things together that would give him real troubles. He had speed that one would guess fit someone of his frame, but the strength was unreal. Travis had fought people on both sides, and dealt with it. But this time he wasn't sure how well this would turn out for him. But he had to try.
Instead of ducking to the side, Travis would bend those knees of his and drop himself low. The distance that had been between them hadn't been great, but he would have seen the boy come in. Travis would have set himself in that crouched position as he felt his hair tugged at as the fists whipped by above his head. Travis would shoot a straight of his own aimed to connect against his opponent's stomach. He didn't have to worry about a kick, so he'd keep those eyes locked upon his opponent's upper body.
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Post by valekin on Feb 12, 2009 22:17:37 GMT -8
Bpfffppffpf
Ow.
Valekin moved to the side, getting a light grazing on his floating rib. With that a nice low cut was sent to his opponent's face because his opponent was lower to the ground now, and because it was convenient that Valekin moved to the right. With the left, low cut thrown, he was practically gauranteeing yet another hit on the boy right in the head.
Hit someone enough times in the head with something hard, and they'll go down. Valekin's side was in pain, but that was slowly soothing away. He had a very high pain tolerance, he acknowledged that it was there, and then ignored it. Because it didn't exist after he acknowledged it. It's like a damage report. CAPTAIN DAMAGE TO THE SIDE OF THE SHIP!
Yea. Punch at the face though! Right on level!
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 12, 2009 22:32:41 GMT -8
There was a reason Travis kept his hands close to his face in a striking situation like this. While yes, his opponent was far faster then he would have liked, those eyes would still be back to tell when his opponent through his punch after sidestepping. All he would have to do was shift his body slightly. His arm which hadn't been thrown would simply turn into a horizontal position as he soon felt the force of the blow land upon his opposite arm this time. He'd feel himself begin to slide once again, but he'd apply pressure with his feet and halt it.
His arm which had been used to strike at the boy's side wouldn't even have pulled back to his side, instead he'd push his body up from the crouch, and aim to hook that arm upwards and hopefully catch this guy off-guard. If he managed to hit him, he had an idea of what he'd do right away, but this dude proved he was skilled, and so he wouldn't focus too much on planning ahead. Only surviving for the moment.
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