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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 29, 2009 10:52:22 GMT -8
(OOC: Tuvlan posts first, then anyone may jump in the fray)
Victor was bored, it had been a... boring day at best. the hanging sun beat down on his bare chest as he tanned by the weight room just having gotten out of football practice. in hisin the little thought of please let something exciting happen soon berated his brain like a swarm of bees buzzing by his ear. Victor drew in a deep breath, not really in the mood to meditate he stood up. the smell of B.O. and equipment drifted from inside the weight room. Victor needed to get away.
in the locker room Victor had slipped into some cargo pants, and a graphic tee, tightening his jack purcell's he walked out with his single notebook he used for all his classes. the sun was still out, its light seeming simply less bright today, perhaps blotted somewhat by the light layer of ocean mist that was rolling in from the coast. anything was possible right? Victor shook his head and began to hum a little tune to himself
maybe he just needed to go jack off... or grab some titties, that always made things better
Victor sighed, or maybe he just needed a really good fight. he had been relying on his Qi too much lately. he wanted to fight someone without his Qi for once, it had been far too long.
he looked around for potential people who would simply desire to fight like all hell, there where usually a few around the school...
EY! DOES ANYONE WANNA BRAWL!? Victor shouted toward the sky through cupped hands, that was more of an invitation than anything else could ever possibly be...
let's find out what happens
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"Tuvlan"
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Sept 29, 2009 17:42:41 GMT -8
WHAT A "SMASH"ING IDEA! =D!?
Theme Song: Sound You Smash from Armored Core 4 Jumping off a roof, the boy's arms wrapped about his tree just at the right side of his chest, the tree branches and leaves rustling about violently in front of him, he jump-charged towards a certain fellow who was yelling, at a forty-five degree angle.
Why?
Because.
"SMASH!?"
=D!? |
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 29, 2009 17:57:51 GMT -8
Smiling Victor looked around... anybody? jeeze... guess not... these kids I swear..
a slight wind blew, he heard the rustling of the leaves...
wait... leaves? there where no trees around, suddenly there was a cool feeling that washed over Victor, as though something was blocking the sun from him.
with a swift jerk of the neck, Victor looked up to see..
ah that tree... like the one from that giant ass fight Victor had been in recently...
probably the same one.
oh fu-
Victor had seen what Leon had done, Victor could not pull that off, and he knew it...
well, that was unfortunate.
Victor jumped, trying to get out of the way, the tree clipped his left leg as he jumped, rolling over his shoulder to see the kid holding the tree, it was the same one that had been there during the big fight. Victor smiled, wincing at the pain in his left leg his eyes glowed. he liked this kid. "you're pretty fuckin crazy bro, I don't know where you got that tree from..." Victor trailed off, he didn't want to use his Qi, not yet, he had been over using it lately.
"But I love it" Victor said, running forward in a limp, he raised his right fist, jumping up with his right leg he launched into the air he'd punch into the boy's face, and grab onto him, trying to tear him off of the tree and drag them both to the floor
hopefully the tree wouldn't you know... fall on top of them or anything
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Sept 29, 2009 18:33:12 GMT -8
So, after landing HARD on his feet, dislocating about twelve of ten of his toes, which would happen to be all of them. His feet would keep on charging forth though, the tall boy's long red blood crusted hair, sailing after him as the tall tree hugger's height was squandered by the hunched over manner in which he held the tree.
Stolen aviator jacket, black shirt, jeans, military combat boots---All stolen---had many miscellaneous tears and scruffs in them, suggesting years of lack of maintenance and/or changing. Only his sunken eye socket, covered by his black eye patch, seemed to be the only thing that really belonged to him. Not that any of that mattered.
Momentum kept him charging forward, so that he couldn't stop. He was like some big, evil train threatening to destroy things---except without any railroads.
...Meanwhile, the fellow who went by the name of Victor would be jumping up to attack and punch the boy in the back of his head.
However, the boy, who was all too gleefully trying to turn around in his momentum-driven run, had only just managed to turn, when the punch caught him in the side of his face.
His grip on the tree was too strong---But then, so was the punch. As per the law of physics, the boy would fall to his side, legs still moving as if he were still running on land, while the tree would violently come from above, still being held onto, and without any quick action, could catch Victor in the back or the back of his legs.
Either way, the tree would still come full-force ontop of the boy. With such violent momentum, though, the tree would bounce and roll on its side with the boy clinging onto it (although it probably would've been smarter to let go, but this was the boy being refered to here), and possibly catching Victor continously, as the boy would continue to bounce, get smashed into the ground, and roll violently with a heavy lift in the air about three times, before the tree would finish on top of him.
It would've gone something like this:
"SMA---OOF---AAAAA---ARARARA----AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----BAAARA----SH!"
=^D!?
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Sept 29, 2009 19:07:36 GMT -8
Victor clung to the boy as the boy clung to the tree, bouncing, pain, enjoyment, this was great!
the tree was heavy, Victor noticed that... quickly for the most part.
on the second bounce Victor finally let go, rolling across the ground and watching the tree lay and rest upon the boy Victor had yet to know the name of.
Perfect teeth, shining in the light victor would begin laughing, hearty and enjoyable. Victor began walking back toward the building that tuvlan had jumped off of, the library? maybe, Victor couldn't tell
"So what's your name?" Victor would call out, lazily turning around to face the boy who he assumed by this point would be pulling himself out from beneath the tree
Victor was a little sore, but he had a lot more fight in him and he was hoping this kid still had a lot more in him too, this was gonna be SO much fun
the brotherhood of fighting, there was a certain aspect to it that really brought everyone together
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Oct 2, 2009 1:05:58 GMT -8
What's In A Name? ...What Is "Name"? "So what's your name?" the fellow said to the boy.
"SMASH!?"
"=D?"
Abruptly, the boy thrusted the tree up and into the air a few feet above him---Before it came crashing down on him again with a *WHUMP*
"Smararaaaaasssh..."
And repeat.
...Three more times.
*WHUMP*
*WHOOK*
*WRACK*
---Suddenly, the boy just rolled out from underneath it. Slowly pushing himself up... he nearly fell forward from all the self-induced impacts before looking up wildly, a huge smile on his face with his mouth parted a bit.
"SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSHHHHHH!!!!!"
"=D!?"
Suddenly charging the fellow wildly, the boy ducked his head down with his arms trailing after him, keeping his entire upper body at a downward angle before quickly thrusting his arms in front of himself and using his right leg to kick off from the ground to go into a full-on tackle for the fellow's midsection.
If it suceeded, they'd land on with the fellow's back slamming into the ground and the boy's arms getting crushed by their combined weight.
If it failed, he'd probably miss and hit the ground after crumpling up his arms against it to eat it with his face.
...
...If the fellow took so much as even one step, the boy would tackle the ground after crumpling up his arms against it to eat it with his face.
And then he'd probably begin to punch it repeatedly, since the ground was apparently fighting back at him.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 2, 2009 1:24:09 GMT -8
Victor turned... smash... smashSUPER SMASH BROTHERS! YoU'rE TOo SloW!fucking sonic... I hate his voice actor so much the kid said his name was... smash... alright fine, you know what, I'll go with that Victor thought to himself, shaking his head, one eyebrow raised comically, and his jaw slightly dropped as his chest bobbed up and down from chuckling as the kid simply threw the tree up, and let it land on himself... the kid was a powerhouse clearly, an inhuman beast of a man that could lift this entire tree and use it like a weapon... it was really rather an interesting sight to see. Victor also realized he was clearly fighting someone... with a mental handicapyeah... YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!The kid finally got up, letting the tree rest behind him, Victor almost laughed at the fact the kid didn't try to bring the tree with him... so much will to fight... Victor admired it... and wanted to find something useful to apply it to... like having a handicapped sidekick... like if... ROBIN HAD BEEN HANDICAPPED"Gee osh batman, the joker must be planning to DUUR *drools*"Victor chuckled to himself as Tuvlan came at him, sidestepping to one side as the kid launched at him, the speed difference was fairly apperant there, Victor wasn't a lot faster, but his mysterious retard friend/opponents attacks where also fairly easy to read. with a confused almost sympathetic look Victor would cross his arms and watch as Tuvlan beat the ground in vain... seriously, this was almost sad now... Maybe if Victor could knock him out, and talk to him when he wakes up and is calm... they could make things work SUPER BRO TO THE RESCUE wait... no that doesn't apply hereVictor would run up behind the boy Victor do love him some curb stomplooks like the ground called for reinforcements in the form of an airstrike, and by airstrike I mean Victor's boot coming down on the back of Tuvlan's head with great velocity in the form of a curb stomp. |
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Oct 2, 2009 14:06:16 GMT -8
AND BY FOOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD...
*SMASH*
*SLAM* Please take note: The boy's face was now cratered into the ground, a fresh new pool of blood forming about his face.--- ---SUDDENLY, whipping about, he began to roll violently from his position, pressing down on the ground with his right after the seventh roll, pushing his entire body up and into the air, his legs together, parting five seconds into the aerial jump, as he righted himself, stumbling backwards for a moment. ...His face was a bloody, scratched-up, torn-up mess. Regardless, the boy smiled on with the level of degree of understanding---This was the equivalent of "playing" for him, after all. When his whole body was about 37%-43% to the point of collapse (with just 63%-57% to go), the boy tilted his head---before suddenly shooting forward, again in the same downward angle, before suddenly stopping on his right foot, skidding it forward and to the front, the side aimed towards the fellow---That wasn't the attack. The fists revved up to his sides:[/i]
OOC Note: RANDOM # GENERATOR TIME!
Strength: 30 = 1-30 Range Of Punch Damage
Dexterity: 30 = 30 Punch Potential
Body Targets
Head: 1
Neck: 2
Upper Chest: 3
Stomach: 4
Right Shoulder: 5
Left Shoulder: 6
Right Thigh: 7
Left Thigh: 8
Random # Generation
Punches Thrown: 8
Upper Chest (3): Hit Attempt Twice = Strength 1, 1
Stomach (4): Hit Attempt Thrice = Strength 12, 30, 13
Right Shoulder (5): Hit Attempt Once = Strength 20
Left Shoulder (6): Hit Attempt Once = Strength 22
Right Thigh (7): Hit Attempt Once = Strength 14
...And a flurry of punches was randomly released.
"SMASH!" "SMASH!" "SMASH!" "SMASH!"
"SMASH!" "SMASH!" "SMASH!" "SMASH!"
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 2, 2009 22:13:28 GMT -8
Victor backpeddled as the kid rolled violently, getting a good random kick at Victor shin, it smarted but it was nothing special... the kid rolled and rolled until finally jumping up and landing... actually rather gracefully
maybe the kid was one of those idiot savants... you know, the retards who are really good at piano, or math, except that his special skill was fighting... some kind of motion skill or something...
Victor mindshrugged
then the kid was at him again, Victor braced himself. the kid's punches came, fast and hard, and randomly, Victor couldn't tell which way any of them where coming from, he couldn't tell what the hell it was
he drew his arms up in a protective cross around his face and upper chest.
he felt the hits strike him, but his guard did a good job blocking, except three shots to his stomach, and a random shot to his right thigh. thank god he was hanging left today...
Victor threw his arms down as the fists stopped coming, the wind had been knocked out of him quite well by the punches but as he barely regained his breath he muttered "My turn" and smiled
this was play time for Victor too.
Victor punched forward, a right cross to slam across the boys face, which he would follow up with a mean left hook, and continue his momentum into a roundhouse aimed for the boys gut
if those three attacks landed and flung tuvlan to the ground Victor would then jump on top of him, and hold the kids arms down with his knees as he would proceed to pound his face
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Post by "Tuvlan" on Oct 10, 2009 15:12:36 GMT -8
THE FIGHTING! ...The boy's arms gave out, exhausted after the quick burst. Not that he couldn't throw any more punches, but he'd just another beat to---"My turn""Smass---?"
*WHUMP*
*WHOK*
*WHRUNCH*
The boy's head first flew back, then crackled to the right violently, and proceeded to suddenly skid backwards with his feet dragging into the ground, as blood flew from his mouth and his face bled. Bony punches cutting up his face, a strong kick to the gut... But instead of falling backwards, it made him lurch forward in pain, as his eye widened, his arms instinctively wrapping around his stomach, not even realizing that he was in pain just yet. It didn't even occur to the boy exactly how physically outmatched he was in terms of strength, speed and constitution, let alone intelligence.
Rather, he stomped his left leg out first and then his right to adjust his stance.
...Why was the boy still smiling?
---His body began to stretch backwards as he leaned more towards the ground---Before he sprang back forward, his arms still wrapped around his gut, his head aimed low to try and headbutt the fellow in the gut.
...Of course, if the man who went by the name of Victor just stepped to the side like he did last time, the boy would keep on running until he hit the wall a few yards away from where they were.
This would result in the boy's head being lodged into the building's wall.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 13, 2009 0:57:38 GMT -8
Victor felt the adrenaline burst with every one of his landed attacks, his smile growing slightly more sadistic, fighting someone who simply enjoyed fighting like himself was always a pleasure.
the kid skidded to a halt, grabbing at his gut as Victor cocked an eyebrow lazily, this kid was fun to fight, not too weak but not incredibly stupidly strong like some of the kids at this school where...
Victor was about to laugh when the kid suddenly bent backwards
what the fu-
*HEADBUTT TO THE ABS!*
Victor's blue eyes widened in sudden pain as the kid unexpectedly and quite quickly lurched forward, nailing him a good one in the stomache.
Victor grimaced, and then sneered an awful smile as his fists raised above his head, his fingers interlocking before he would bring down his arms in a hammer of a strike on the kids spine, if it connected and the boy fell straight down Victor's right knee would shoot up to connect to the boys face as he fell...
he wondered if he'd have to fight till the kid was passed out, or if they could just agree it'd been fun and call it a day.
"Damn bro... do you ever give up?" Victor would ask the lanky boy, taking a few precautionary steps back.
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