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Post by narakunohana on Feb 19, 2009 2:43:24 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 2
Names of Fighters: Stu, Adrian Hanlon
Arena Description: Alley behind a bar
Match Type: To the knockout
Special Rules:
- Fists Only! (+2, +1)
- Collateral Damage Encouraged (Ruin someone else's shit for this bonus!) (+1, +1)
- Break Bones! (Breaking opposing person's bone structure in some way adds another Experience Point) (+1, +1)
Total Exp possible for Winner: 5
Total Exp Possible for Loser: 4
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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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 20, 2009 17:38:37 GMT -8
Stu stood in the alleyway, a dumpster behind him and scattered trash bags and refuse abound. It was a pretty wide alley, about 10 feet on either side, 40 feet deep.
He twisted his head with his hands, neck cracking under the pressure, as he looked towards the opposite end, awaiting his enemy to come and fight. He cracked those ragged knuckles, taped up, ready to unleash some blood.
He didn't have anything against the boy he was fighting, but he wanted to be stronger; how better than to defeat someone else?
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Adrian Hanlon
Soldier
[M:1293]
Let's fight like gentlemen.[A1i:4]
Posts: 579
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Post by Adrian Hanlon on Feb 26, 2009 18:26:58 GMT -8
"Oh, it's you."
Adrian rose an eyebrow, and then shrugged as he regarded the one whom he'd be fighting. His eyes flitted from left to right, taking in the scenery as a scowl began to cross his face. This wasn't exactly the number one place on Adrian's list to be at any time of day, for any reason; however, if this was the place he was to fight, then so be it.
"Well," he began, rolling his shoulders to loosen them up, and then popping his knuckles by pressing each gloved fist into the opposite palm, one at a time, "I suppose we should get to punching the hell out of each other, then, shouldn't we?"
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Post by Stu Pott on Feb 27, 2009 10:50:49 GMT -8
Stu rolled his head, his neck popping every few degrees of the turn. He leaned it left and right, issuing forth two very loud pops, before twisting at his hips, his spinal column crackling under the loosening up.
He jumped up and down a few times, shaking his hands, seemingly as though he was barely paying any attention to the boy, when he suddenly struck forwards, running straight at the boy. He kicked a trash can over, skittering in front of him. He planted a foot on it before launching himself into the air, flying up and towards the boy, at the apex of his arc, shift so that he would land directly in front of the boy, instead of on him, as most would expect.
Landing such, he coiled downwards, and then sprung up, one fist hurtling upwards, aiming at a quick shot to the chin to start the match. A very random move, if nothing else, with lots of build up and and an odd ending. Would the boy be smart enough to see the move before it happened?
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