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Post by hualord on Feb 22, 2009 20:11:53 GMT -8
# of Fighters: 4 Names of Fighters: Valekin -vs- Emily, Gabriel, Matrim Arena Description: A round modern arena. It possesses a diameter of twenty five meters, with three gates. The walls are electrified, and it is a sealed arena. The lights go out on purpose every few moments. The crowds watch with night vision cameras. Match Type: Melee Special Rules:- Fists Only +2, +1
- The walls are electrified, touching them results in an instant knock out. +1
- The lights go out every other round. +1
Winner: +5 Losers: +4 FIGHT!
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Post by valekin on Feb 22, 2009 20:21:11 GMT -8
DECISIVE BATTLE! Valekin stood in the center of the arena, shirtless, a little sweaty, and grinning like some kind of monster in the dark. His claws were dripping blood, his gauntlets were stained with it. His black fatigues were blotched with the substance. His boots clacked on the concrete floor. The other fighters had been dragged out. He was supposed to be getting new sacrificial lambs soon.
This would be one helluva fight. Valekin was in the mood for some bloodshed.
It would be a fists only match, legs and such were foul-play. Arms were cool.
Valekin used to box, and used to do a lot of other things, like go to school for the purpose of learning. These days he went only to scare the shit out of people. Now he'd be getting put up against three students. This would be by all means a fun experience. |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 22, 2009 20:29:23 GMT -8
Another Arena match he’d been getting dragged into one too many of these as of late, Gabriel guessed hard times call for some decisive training and he needed to get to work if he’d ever stand a chance against the likes of this school. It seemed as if every day the people around him got stronger while he’d just been sitting around half assing it. Not today, today he’d fight with valor.
He walked into the arena through one of its three gates. The walls high enough to leap over if lucky but running was such a cowardly move. What stood out the most was the shirtless man in the center. Whom he’d expected to be his foe. No words just action. Gabriel settled for his boxing stance he was ready as ever.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 22, 2009 20:42:24 GMT -8
Matrim stood looking, and decided he should probably take his eye patch off. So he did, because honestly the depth perception was going to help him to make sure he didn't hit one of the other fighters besides the guy in the center. Fists only was kosher for Matrim. He could fight any number of ways when it came right down to it, so this wouldn't be too challenging. He hoped the others could fight this way as well.
This guy is a freak......
Matrim got his dukes up, ready for a good old fashioned beat down of this freak. Of course, he had not other way to tell what this guy was capable of, other then running straight for him, which was probably a dumb idea. But it was Matrim's style, he hated waiting for things to get started, he liked doing the starting. So he would approach the guy face to face, stop when he and the other guy were in punching range of each other, and throw a cross towards the guys left cheek with his right fist. If this connected, assuming he still control of that arm he would bend it at the elbow, grab his right fist with his left hand, and thrust the elbow towards the guys nose.
Let's get this started!
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 22, 2009 21:07:59 GMT -8
Emily sighed as she entered the stage, somewhat dragged by several thugs onto the spotlight.
Looking around she had found that all her opponents are male and the---
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EGADS!
O__O;;
She was familiar with all of these guys: One's Gabriel, then Matrim, then... that freakishly guy in the hallway she met at her first year here. He was dripping with blood, and some part of Emily was slightly shouting at her to have her own taste of it.
Damn you, Kari!
Emily shook her head. Oh, god. This was no time to be worried... or to allow herself to succumb to the influence of her alter-ego. Stepping forward, she adjusted her Lacrimosa gloves, smiling at her opponents as she took her signature fans from her belt and put herself at a basic defensive position.
Why, this was going to be a very good fight!
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Post by valekin on Feb 24, 2009 11:42:34 GMT -8
Here comes the pain.
Incoming fist!
EVASIVE ACTION!
Valekin ducked his head under the blow, stepped to his right, then stepped forward. His left fist balled tight, would be thrust right into the idiotic foe's stomach. Why was this possible? Because Valekin is a fast mother fucker. Strong as hell to boot. All he had to do was merely duck under the blow, move to the right and then forward, then punch the dumbass in the stomach. Not really the stomach, more like the solar plexus. Valekin was an accurate bastard.
With that move executed, whether it hit or not, Valekin pivoted on his leading foot, and backpedaled two steps, to end up to the left of Matrim, only a meter away. The monster had noticed the other two participants, but this was the one that had made the mistake of attacking first. It could have been game over, but Valekin was willing to toy with them.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 24, 2009 18:02:36 GMT -8
Certainly a fast round of offensive blows had just been flung, Gabriel felt stupefied simply watching the scene unfold. Deep inside however he had to do something and not watch his “teammate” get slaughtered all on his own. Gabriel rushed across the battlefield lending what aid he could. He slid knowing the short distance well and would proceed to fire two well placed downward thrusts with his fists at the beast’s knees. Whether they hit or not was not his top priority at the moment, he learned well from nature’s fighters, in this fight he’d be the annoying fly; swooping in to catch the beast’s eye while the others made the kill.
Once the two kicks where made, or at least attempted, Gabriel would jet off behind the big guy using him as a buffer for whatever damage before the timing was right for a second blow.
-Edit: kick to fists, thx for revision
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 24, 2009 18:28:10 GMT -8
He's quick!
Matrim saw the guy move. He had speed advantage. And before he could react to what the man was doing, he felt a pain in his stomach, looking down he saw the fist, and he knew he had been hit. It hurt entirely too much, he felt like he couldn't breath, much less move as the man distanced himself from Matrim. Matrim collapsed onto his knees and right hand, his left hand clutching at where he was hit.
"Idiot...." He said, seeing the other kid go for a kicking attack. Apparently he didn't get the memo or something. He didn't matter now, but Emily did, "He's stronger then he looks!" He yelled out to her, unsure as to whether or not she had fought him before, "And fast to boot, try not to let him hit you!"
He didn't move though he spent his time recovering and seeing what his "team mates" would do. After all, he wasn't sure how capable they were, but he figured Emily would have had a better chance at attacking this guy then Matrim. And Matrim would wait for an opportune moment to jump in as opposed to charging blindly.
Damn this smarts.... I really hope Emily can hold her own against him.....
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 24, 2009 19:31:14 GMT -8
Emily watched closely right at the back while everything went on. Darn, this man was fast. Clearly faster than any of them. Emily wasn't even close.
But strength was the question, Emily wanted to test that.
Springing forward, and using her short stature (and cloth footwear, which would make minimal, if any noise on the floor) against Gabriel's to shadow Gabriel as he went for an attack. She would try to match Gabriel's steps (to hide any and all remaining noise if at all) and speed as she held her fans tightly at her side.
As soon as Gabriel would begin to slide on the arena floor, Emily would suddenly increase in speed and momentum, swinging both fans to try and hit at the man's chest a moment after Gabriel gave his kick. Should he jump up, Emily would be hitting his legs instead.
However, should it miss: Emily would allow herself to skid to a stop by pivoting to face back and letting her gloved hands by the floor to add more resistance. As soon as she had stopped, she would stay at that crouched position and watch what this guy would do next.
Well that would only happen if she missed. Which was not so unlikely, considering his speed
... and also, if he didn't attack them, which was very likely.
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Post by valekin on Feb 25, 2009 20:03:41 GMT -8
Valekin had spotted the pair coming in towards him long before they would have a chance to assault him. As the young man came in to attack his legs, and the young woman to attack him with her fans, he moved to hit her only. He spun away from the pair, and since they were shadowing one another, he avoided both their attacks. But the spin was more or less the building of momentum for an attack.
See, as he spun away, he thrust his arm out, the back of his fist would strike Emily upon the back of her head. It would be a hard backhand to her skull. He was a tough fighter when he wasn't drunk with blood. But when he was drunk with the blood and the hate, he was an even more dangerous fighter in some circumstances. Usually there wasn't anything stopping him, short of mobile artillery.
Valekin would end up placing himself yet another meter away from the group of fighters he was pitted against in general. He was also a meter closer to the electrical walls, though he wasn't all that close. He was most certainly in no danger from the walls at the current moment.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Feb 25, 2009 20:54:53 GMT -8
The beast was quick; it avidly avoided Gabriel’s assault and even used it to attack Emily. What could he do from that? Eyes darted back to the voltage walls while a grin came across his face. This is where numbers paid off. If the three of them could cover his escapes and back him up into the wall rather than attacking with coordination they could pull it off.
Gabriel pulled around the big guy’s left side and shot two fists over his shoulder directed to the face of their foe. Their primary objective was to force him back. Second was to do damage. Gabriel proceeded with a flurry of punches till things changed.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 25, 2009 21:08:04 GMT -8
(OOC: Well, me and Em talked, and basically since nobody has done it yet we're gonna start with that light business now.)
Matrim got up to see Gabriel going after the monstrosity of an opponent. Matrim didn't pay much attention to him, but he did run up to where Emily was, having not seen if she got hit, and it was hard to tell now that the lights suddenly went off!!!! "Emily? Emily, you alright?" Matrim said, unable to see anything clearly. The problem with lights going out like that is the fact that your eyes haven't adjusted so even if you could normally see in low light for whatever reason, the adjustment period sucked!
Of course, Matrim wasn't super vision or anything, so he decided to shut up and try to listen to hear what was going on. He knew generally what direction everyone was in, but he wasn't about to blindly attack with his team mate so close to their enemy. After all, he didn't want to hit the wrong person. Then again, he wasn't sure if he wanted to hit and piss off the right person either. The guy hit like a Semi.
So Matrim would slowly walk towards where Emily was, and try to help her up if she had fallen, hoping that his eyes would adjust and he'd be able to see again.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 26, 2009 1:08:18 GMT -8
The win goes to Emily, Gabriel, and Matrim by default.
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