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Post by hualord on Feb 14, 2009 16:16:44 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2 Initially ( Anyone can Join =D? ) Names of Fighters: Saint, Katsuri, Others? Arena Description: This is not really an arena, but rather a back alleyway parking lot. The place was setup for people living in the nearby apartment buildings so they could have a place to park their cars off the street and out of garages, unfortunately the buildings are now condemed and this little parking lot is all but forgotten about. There will be no police intervention, the only spectators are people whom manage to find the place and the hobos that call the place home. There are bottles, barrels, grocery carts galore, and are even a few broken down cars amongst the garbage. One of the buildings is lower then the others allowing the fighters to find their way up onto a second story if they are quick enough and capable of jumping a decent distance to get there. There are also many other levels of height in the fighting grounds due to dumpsters being up against other buildings which also have airducts and air conditioners on them making the fight seem more interesting for someone whom wants to keep away from their competitor, it also has several ways of getting in which are caged off by fence doorways attatched to the buildings, the only open area to get in or out without climbing being the long enclosed entrance where the cars drove in and out. Match Type: To The Knockout Free For All! Special Rules:- No Items
- Stat/RP Combo
- Rooft-top fight. After contestants are up, if they fall to the BLACKTOP ( Dumpsters, cars, etc are all fair game =D ) again they are out of the fight.
Exp: +3 Win, +3 Lose
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2009 20:34:21 GMT -8
What. In. The. Hell. Was. He. Doing?
Answer: … Saint hadn’t a real clue. This was insane. He took a long deep breath to try and relax before this three way melee would begin. He didn’t have his usually bulky white coat, instead with a royal blue track suit with a plain white T and basketball shorts underneath with a pair of sneakers. His only true assets were his speed, intelligence, and pure height… everything else pretty average and his intelligence was fighting, it was books. On top of that he had no clue whosoever he was fighting, so pretty much going into this one blind as a bat.
Saint took a seat with a slight sigh. Here’s hoping to some manageable, polite opponents… cough.
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For thread:
Strength - 22
Dexterity - 30
Constitution - 25
Intelligence - 30
Wisdom - 15
Charisma - 30
(Simple "I here" post)
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 14, 2009 21:40:58 GMT -8
Matrim was excited for this three way brawl. He had been wanting to fight people, but without his patch it would be interesting. He was ready to see what the other fighters were made of, and he hoped that it would be a little more fun then just punching and kicking. So as he looked down he saw a bottle, "Hehehe..." Matrim decided to fight dirty, and broke the bottle against a nearby car, but then felt like an idiot. Instead of shattering perfectly to make a shank, it just completely shattered.
"Oh.... uhm... let's just forget that happened.....?" He said, shrugging. He dropped the shrug and got a little more serious, dropping his right leg back, lowering his center of balance, both hands opened so that he could grapple. He was going to have to be quick about things in this fight. It wasn't like he was the brightest fighter, but he was in pretty decent physical shape. Nothing physically stood out, he was just better suited for fighting then thinking.
Alright, so I should definitely think about forming a false alliance and betraying someone.... ahh screw it I'll just go after the big guy first. He looks like a lot more fun anyway. But seriously, why am I the short one here.... people that tall are just unfair!
Matrim got ready, he was going to see how the other fighters reacted before getting into it, but his eyes were on the larger of the three, carefully trying to calculate how he was going to have to take him down. The answer was most likely going to be strike low.
OOC: Same, just an "I'm here" post. Stats are just the base stats in the sidebar, pay no heed to the (-x)'s and you're set.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 14, 2009 22:06:35 GMT -8
The tall one, as it were, was just standing there watching the two, his arms crossed neatly over his chest. A simple white t-shirt, baggy enough that these two would not have been able to see the intricate musculature underneath, but not so much that it hung down to his knee caps like he was wearing grandma's gown to go krumpin' in. One of them seemed to be antsy as well, as he went to try and get himself a knife, and managed to do nothing but break the thing into tiny little pieces.. we were not gonna get weapons were we? Because he'd just pull some road sign up out of the ground and have himself a blooming mace. If he had to, he'd pull a car door off and use it as a shield as well.
One thing was certain, the tall male was not worried about the fight in the least, mostly because he had been so used to conflict that it did not matter that there were three people here.. did not even matter if there were a hundred people here all aiming to fight him, his cool would not have been removed from the nature he had chosen for this. The mentality was, that a fight was going to happen, why not keep ones self centered and focused rather then fretting about whom was going to be trying to back stab whom, he just ignored it and shook his head, his thoughts would have to wait. "Well. Were all ready yes?" The largest one was the first to speak directly to any of them.
As the other pattern of speech just happened to be a nervous reaction to almost embarassing himself badly, especially considering if Katsuri decided weapons were now allowed. Ah well. Instead of bothering to talk anymore, he just dropped arms from his chest and let them fall to his side, shifting head from side to side, going around in a circular motion to the tune of cracking and popping joints, and then like this was some sort of horse race, and he was at the gate, he was off. Those massive boots gripping onto the blacktop and carrying him towards the one whom had broken the bottle on the car, after all, might as well get the one who was enthusiastic about this fight first, would be more interesting.
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Strength: 70
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 70
Intelligence: 55
Wisdom: 55
Charisma: 45
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2009 19:00:09 GMT -8
Great. One opponent was a behemoth. Why did he have to have this luck? Biggest problem, no pun intended, was there was no way that guy was that big without being freakishly strong, but at least his hope for a speed advantage might hold true. As for the other guy, he didn’t look intimidating but it was almost a guarantee the guy had more experience than Saint. It was pretty obvious that if there were bets on this fight that Saint would be the long shot at 50:1, on a good day. Leaving in one piece starting to seem like a great, and lucky, victory.
With a deep sigh, Saint took a defensive position with his left foot placed slightly in front of his right to give his body a set angle. His left foot was pointed between the two others, more toward the larger opponent as he appeared to be more of a threat. The left arm was extended fully in the same direction as his foot with the fingers pointed skyward and palm facing outward, the right hand was positioned the same but the elbow was bent so that the arm was near to his chest. Another deep breath of air to oxygenate his muscles because he was going to be needing every bit of strength for this. Slowly his bright green shifted for one opponent to the other to catch a little movement they might make in his direction.
Being a pacifist usually meant that even if he got in a fight, Saint was never the first one to make a move. He would wait and watch, hoping to escape without causing too much harm to others as well as himself.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 15, 2009 23:19:39 GMT -8
OOC: Well don't all step up at once now.......
Matrim got tired of waiting, and as such expressed it, "Fine, I see where this is going. A staring contest right now, come on!" He said and laughed. And in that laughter he hoped they dropped their guard. At least he hoped the large one did, because Matrim would look at the smaller one, intensely, and then look at the big guy nodding, look back at the smaller one and wink, hoping he caught Matrim's drift.
Matrim then took off towards the big guy, knowing that he'd have to hit low, but he didn't want that right away, he wanted to just get things started and interesting. So in his complete stupidity and burst of energy he decided somewhere in his mind it'd be best to do an aerial assault on the titan. Possibly to topple him over somehow, Matrim leapt into the air, aiming his right foot at the guys chest, Matrim's body turned towards it's left so that if it connected he would attempt to kick off of whatever it hit and land on his left foot.
This is going to be incredibly stupid.....
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 15, 2009 23:38:15 GMT -8
The boy was charging right at him... amusing. None the less, as the male got near he kicked off the ground and sent his foot soaring at him. He just presented his chest to be struck, did not even bother to pull back or try to counter it. It did however cause him to shift his weight slightly, pushing one foot just a few inches back behind the other to shift him backforwards.. but when he did. OH lord did he come forwards. The arms that had been at his side rose up and the right one would have come into a fist almost instanteously from an unclenched form.
Oh. It was a hook alright. It was a hook to rule them all. When Katsuri swung he swung with full force, so it should have been no surprise when that thing came flying inwards like a meterorite from outside the earths atmosphere. He was looking to destroy his opponent already? Nah. That was just how he fought. He was not fast, so he had to rely on stuff like this, where his opponent was recovering from a strike, and thus, as he stepped forwards, he threw all of his weight into this, one foot spread out into a sideways fashion in order to prevent himself from toppling should he miss the strike and have the smaller male get out of the way some how.
The other, more smaller male was ignored for the time being it seemed. Either way, if they did not work together they may have had a problem on their hands.. that is if Katsuri got hold of them. Because once that behemoth had hold of you he was going to crush you until you did not have an ounce of life left in that itty bitty body of yours.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2009 13:22:43 GMT -8
A slight twinge of his eyebrow at the odd actions of the other combatant was all the response Saint would give before watching as the guy charged in for an attack on the behemoth. That was relatively quick, and brave… and slightly foolhardy. The guy was going to launch himself into some sort of aerial attack, which probably wasn’t going to work. Now there were two very interesting possibilities in front of Saint at this juncture, he could try and stay out of the way and hope that the two would beat on each other enough to allow him to perhaps pick off the winner. A rather cowardly approach to most eyes but tactically it would be the best option for the weakest party. The second being join in the assault of the behemoth and hope to take that guy out first and hope for enough energy to be leftover to overcome the other guy.
The smart option would be to sit and wait but Saint wasn’t the kind of person to let someone take a beating without doing anything to help. So that of course meant that he would be helping. Taking off toward the behemoth it was obvious that Saint’s attack wasn’t going to arrive at the same time as the previous guy’s however it would be arriving about the same time the behemoth reciprocated. The course of action simple, slide by along the ground until reaching the back leg of the behemoth and then grab, stand up and throw the guy off balance. To aid this, if Saint could grab the leg like he planned he would sweep at the other just to make sure the big guy went down. If he missed… he was probably about to get squished.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 14:34:15 GMT -8
Matrim, this is your conscious speaking. You're a fucking dumbass. There, now that you had this stunning revelation, have fun with your epiphany, oh and this....
"Ahhh crap," Matrim said when he saw the fist coming. At least he he had kicked off the guy though, that was always a plus, not to mention the momentum with his chest? Brilliant execution giving Matrim more of a kick off of the chest of Mr. Tall Big and Scary. But the punch was in time to hook him, where you ask? The thigh of the leg he used to kick. Funny thing is, a second later, or maybe even less and the guy would hit the knee cap. Still, a guy with massive arms like that would have been able to reach Matrim if it weren't for him kicking off.
Matrim was going backwards, and after the punch, he was going forwards. Not because he changed his flight path so much as he got turned around from the force of the punch. He spun in the air and landed on the hood of a car, hard on that right knee as he tried to bring his leg back in. His face hit the windshield, but not hard enough to break it. Matrim turned quickly to see what was going on.
Matrim, this is your conscience speaking, don't do it.
Too late for that, Matrim charged yet again, toughing through the massive pain in his right thigh, he would once again aim to leap of faith kick the guy in the chest, using the same leg and the same pattern as before. If this guys attacked worked, and Matrim connected, he'd be able to kick this guy in the chest and follow him through straight to the ground. Not a bad plan, except for the fact he was kicking with what would be an already once hurt leg.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 19, 2009 7:58:07 GMT -8
The boy would have charged at him.. again. Were you fuckin' serious? Ah well. The initial part of this plan was the one whom was putting himself in a scissor like hold against his legs, which failed by itself, as Katsuri just moved his other leg out of the way and planted it firmly in order to prevent the boy from toppling him, and then? He was hit in the chest just as he was getting ready to get out of the scissor hold, and down he went, but he was not just going down.. The boy whom had kicked him in the chest and tried to follow it through? Would have felt a vice grip like grab sinking around his ankle, locking nice and tight with that gorilla like hand.
Got news for you. He was not letting go, even if he had to break the thing off from the boys knee cap, he was not getting low of that hunk of flesh he had a hold on. Speaking of the fall to the ground though, Katsuri had managed to make a small impact crater thanks to the weight he had mixed with the application of force by the two. Either way. He pressed other hand down into the ground while he sent his free leg soaring towards the face of the boy whom had gotten hold of his locked down leg.
How? Limber as fuck. The big man practically bent backwards in order to send those massive shoes soaring towards a forehead shot. The other boy? Oh. He was kept hold of. It did not matter what happened, as this male whom leapt not once, but twice at him? Well, lets just say that ankle of his was held onto tighter then a Special Ed teacher keeping hold of one of the re-re's with football helmets on, and those re-re's be strong mother fuckers.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2009 16:59:56 GMT -8
Holy… it was appearing to work… until a giant foot was coming at Saint’s head. Now he could either continue to hold onto the leg he’d grabbed and get his face crushed, or he could let go and try to put up some semblance of a defense. This choice being a much simpler and obvious one than the last. So as quickly as he could Saint dropped the leg he was holding and threw up his arms around his head in protection while his feet propelled him backward in hopes of possibly eluding the attack.
For now, let’s just say Saint’s evasion stat wasn’t as high as he might hope as the giant’s foot smacked against his forearms and head, which sent him reeling. The force knocked him well off balance and caused to tumble a few feet across the roof toward the edge before he came to a stop. For a moment Saint didn’t move, lets face it cause we all know it he is a bit soft. There was a ringing in his head and things were a bit blurry as he shifted to his knees, the searing pain in his forearms causing a twisted expression. He couldn’t be sure if it was broken or not, either way this wasn’t going well and the other guy wasn’t doing to much better.
Getting to his feet, Saint made no advance. This time he would play the waiting game especially if that behemoth still had a grip on the other guy. If there was someone strong enough to use a person as a club this guy might be the person, certainly looked the part well enough. Perhaps this would be a moment to try and regroup.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 19, 2009 17:50:23 GMT -8
Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.....
Matrim had given the guy his ankle with this follow through. Just for one lousy attack, how do you like dem apples? Try to help a guy out and you just get screwed. Next time Matrim would just use the smaller fighter as a shield. He looked over at the guy who had just managed to block a kick with his forearms and head. Of course, it wasn't much of a block so much as an attempt to get hit somewhere else apparently. Either way the boy went back pretty far.
"Nice," Matrim said, ignoring the pain in his right foot, he would begin repeatedly stomping on the guys solar plexus with his left heel. It was only a matter of time before the guy got up, but Matrim could at least inflict a decent amount of damage with his speed and strength. Which was nothing to this guys, but he hoped the sheer number of heel kicks to the guy would do something. But on the off chance that it seemed to have no effect he would widen his stance and stomp down on the guys junk with his left heel.
Stomp em in the nuts, stomp em stomp em in the nuts.....
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 20, 2009 12:51:45 GMT -8
One of them managed to get away from him, and now the other was stomping on him.. it was a little hard, but not really, instead of taking it though he simply twisted into the boy and rolled out of the way, standing up. He had a special edition Louisville Slugger now though. It was called the Matrim edition, and he would not be letting go of the boy anytime soon.. as a matter of fact, the other hand wrapped around the ankle of the one that had been trying to stomp him in the nuts and he swung him backwards, at least tried to if he could apply enough force for him to cooperate.
The minute he did this he stepped at the other competitor, swinging Matrim forwards at Saint, rather harshly at that, truly trying to use the boy like he was some kind of baseball bat. After all. Whom was to say that a person could not indeed be an improv weapon? The best part was that Matrim weighed more then any old pole he would have found laying about, and if he managed to hit saint with him the boy would just crumple around him making the impact that recoiled back into Katsuri less..
The problem with using a person as a weapon though? They were not always so cooperative, as he had found out moments ago when his new club was trying to hard to stomp on him like he suddenly became a wooden floor at some fricken River Dance World Tour. Ah well.. maybe if he caught these two off guard he could slip himself a little bit of the brown sauce so he could relax a little bit.. fighting always made him tense.. in a good way, but tension was still a pain in the ass none the less. "Batters up!"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2009 14:31:39 GMT -8
…
… not much to think or say when someone is bringing swung at you like a baseball bat. For a moment there was this bit of pure awe at that site of it all. However that really couldn’t last because if this attack worked then the fight would pretty much be over, especially from Saint’s side. So it was obvious that he had to evade since a block would basically be suicide, however there is the small problem of dodging an entire person! The only thing that came to mind was limbo. Saint dropped pretty much parallel to the ground, bent at the knees, he placed his hand on the ground to make sure that he didn’t fall over completely as the other guy would pass over.
Now time to try and strike back, with the behemoth’s hands obviously occupied it seemed perfect. Saint twisted around on his right foot from his limbo position to a curled position. He was also quite flexible for his size. Next Saint shot up to a standing position while driving his left foot up toward the underside of the behemoth’s jaw in hopes of maybe shaking him up just even the slightest bit. There was a lot that could go wrong but if all went well then he would follow up with a normal roundhouse with the right foot to perhaps capitalize on the possible opening.
The biggest set back would be if Katsuri somehow adjusted his swing to try and again… that would be a problem.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 20, 2009 16:53:24 GMT -8
What the hell is going o----- ohhhhhh, I gotcha big guy....
Matrim stiffened like a board, a determined look on his face. As far as he was concerned, this was a partnership between him and Tiny. Sure he was fighting the big guy too, but he couldn't just deny the chance to do some damage, even if it was a suicidal attempt. So when he swung Matrim at the boy, and the boy bent over, Matrim would have extended his arm in an attempt to cheap shot the boy in the gut, an almost comically seriously look on his face as he let himself be swung.
He then yelled back, "Can we at least agree that I am a bat and now a hammer? Stick to the horizontal swings...... please?" He yelled out, unaware to what the smaller kid was doing now that he had been swung, but he was going to cooperate for now. After all, that's what big fights like this were, temporary partnerships. Followed by an unexpected and untimely betrayal by one of the fighters.
Matrim would never betray anyone like that though.... no way..... nuh uh..... ok so maybe. But not yet anyway, not so long as he was a weapon and not a target. The second that changed, he had a plan to get out, even if it wasn't a necessarily good one, "Choke up on the bat a little for some more control!" He yelled out, he was having a fun time with this, completely unaware to everything that was going on. He was having the time of his life swinging.
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