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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 23, 2009 16:26:59 GMT -8
The attack was simple, but then again, the one that was now being performed on him was also simple, an attempt to slam him down into the floor.. good thing he was up there though, because no sooner then the male had started the behemoth downwards did he bend inwards so he could turn this into a cartwheel of sorts. As he came down, his back hit hard, but those hands sprang into action, and he would have exerted his own strength as he was jerked back, hands easily flat thanks to the jerk, which would have been more then enough to hurl Travis's body upwards now as well, and probably sent him flying in the same direction the behemoth had been hurled down towards in the first place.
What would you call this? Well. Katsuri could think up a couple of names for the ordeal they were going through, but none of them would be pretty. Put simply it was merely a gymnasts nightmare, one of the upsides for being flexible despite his size. The blow to the floor had taken a bit of his breath away, and the bent angle he had been at did not help the situation either, causing him to take in a deep breath no sooner then Travis would have been uplifted from his rooted place on the wing bars rubble ruined floor.
Once he hurled Travis, if the boy let go he would have come back up to his feet quickly in a simple backwards press of hands to allow him to halfway flip to position. Underneath where he had landed there was splinted floor, and below that foundation. He could feel hunks of the wood still stuck to his back, a couple of them embedded in flesh like large splinters, but he'd take care of that later. If the boy did not let go.. he had the odd feeling they were about to become a fuckin' wagon wheel just messing up everything in the bar.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 25, 2009 14:38:13 GMT -8
Travis' body would be whipped up and over, and those hands would release as he flew through the air. Those feet of his would slam against the wall section, wood and concrete alike flying away from the impact. Travis' body would tilt upwards as his legs would drop down and he'd land upon the rubble, his head immediately tossing a glance over his shoulder toward the large male. He'd catch his girlfriend running from the place, and contemplated following her right now. Travis may have been a little angry with his girlfriend, but he still wanted to make sure she made it home alright.
He'd stand there for a few more moments, casting glances back and fourth between the door at the large male ahead of him. He really wanted to pound this dude's face in, but he was more worried about how his girlfriend was going to function under the influence, and he'd never be able to forgive himself if something happened to her while he was here playing with the giant. His body would straighten up and he'd take a few steps forward, stepping from the rubble and finding a flat surface.
"I'll deal with you later."
And with those words, he'd turn and jog toward the door. He didn't even bother to say goodbye to Matrim, or really thank him for the telephone call. Travis was angry with him to, he was sitting there snuggling with his girlfriend while Travis did all the heavy work. What a prick. He'd have to get him back for that later too. And as those hands pressed against the doorway, Travis would nearly force it off it's hinges as he pushed it open and ran outside.
"Sara! Wait up, Damn it!"
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 25, 2009 16:33:04 GMT -8
And there goes Sara..... and there goes Travis..... next would be the big---- wait! MY TURN!
As Travis ran away Matrim ran to get in between the two just in case the big guy was going to try and follow Travis, "So I'm guessing I'm not going to be getting a very good tip," Matrim said getting ready for a fight. He wanted his turn with the big guy now, even though he'd probably lose. Travis was a lot stronger then Matrim, but this big guy was still up and running like it was nobody's business.
Hit him somewhere where it counts... don't bother with wrestling, most moves won't work on him.... I can go for some throws but it'll be tough with his size... I'll have to strike low and fast... I'll have to make sure not to get grabbed.... and why am I so damn HUNGRY!
"Biggy, what was in that flask?" Matrim said, getting into a boxing stance, right foot and right fist leading.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 26, 2009 18:33:42 GMT -8
"Herbal extract.. you light weights just can not seem to be able to take it. Its supposed to give you a relaxing high." He scoffed, this boy seemed to be ready to fight him now.. what the hell was it with people? He had tried to leave several times.. the one that started this shit fled off, and now he was standing here with a midget.. at least a midget compared to himself, was trying to block his way like this was the Lord of The Rings and this fucker thought he was a high level mage.
"I drink the shit all the time. " That comment followed swiftly after he had just finished an intake of air from the previous comments. This boy had the stance of a boxer? Lets see how fast that lasts.. he stepped forwards and moved towards him slowly, lips up curled in a rather devilish grin.. devilishly handsome that is! The behemoth was approaching him for one reason though, as he knew the boy was inebriated. It was not a recommendation to fight in that state, why? Because this was not alcohol taking hold here, it was a root that would increase SENSATION.
That was a problem? You bet your ass. If the behemoth hit him all the pain he would have felt would have been two fold.. and it would not be a pleasant experience.. and he would not like it in the least.. back from Sparta land he spoke. "Are you sure you want to test me boy?" He asked with that head of his cocking, tone of voice perfectly serious in its threat, but more so the threat would have easily turned into a promise of destruction if he had to. He knew well he was already banished from this place, causing a little more mayhem would not hurt.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 26, 2009 19:41:30 GMT -8
"Promise me you'll let them leave without continuing this fight tonight and we're square," Matrim said, "Otherwise I'm just here in an attempt to stall for their sakes. I'm not sure if you were going to chase them down, but I guess I should give you the benefit of the doubt."
He would remain perfectly still, taking note of what the man said, "In all honesty I was hoping it was just a roofie or something, it's good I like it, probably a bit too much I'm guessing," He said, his fist would raise until he had an answer that satisfied the end of a fight. He had already attacked at this man before, he just didn't feel the need to do it again unless it was a necessity.
"Oh, and whats your name?" He said, he hadn't known the big mans name, and as trivial as it may seem, Matrim liked knowing the names of people he had fought. Sure he wasn't in some big brawl with the guy just now, but there was a bit of action that took place. Matrim kept on his defense, hoping the big guy wouldn't make a move against him so he could just be done with it all.
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