Unbias walk-on (Open)

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was slightly sad to see that the kid's bones were not brittle. Fucker had to drink his milk obviously. And it seemed that despite the head injury his short term memory was intact as he wasn't stupid enough to try and headbutt Mathew again. That fact pleased him at least. If there was one thing Mathew liked it was a smart fighter. Mathew made no move to dodge the foot stomping right in to his face, his grin growing wider as the foot descended.

As the foot collided with his face a Green glow would erupt around Mathew's body in a momentary flash and Mathew felt fine as if the foot had never come down, the smirk still sat on his face. Instead the kid would feel the pain, if lesser from the transference, that Mathew would have felt. He was sure that it would not only hurt but would surprise him, which would allow Mathew to get up from under him.

If he made it up he would start to brush himself off, and try and pick some of the shards of glass out of the back of his neck, the feeling of blood already drying making the task more difficult than it would have been otherwise as he had to peel off the dried blood and start the bleeding again.

"You got some moves kid, what's your name?"

Mathew asked still picking out shard's of glass from his flesh.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

"The fu-"

He would feel the pressure collide with his own skull, Jeremiah seemingly "blown" backward as his head whipped back from the impact his foot should have made to Amtrums skull. A two second stumble before a slam and groan- flat on his back. His leather jacket torn, blood dripping from his chest (although slower as time went on)- altogether, a fucked up day. Always the same. Never new. Blood came from his lip and nose, Jeremy letting out a breath. Inhale. Mathew would be coming to his feet now.

His eyes went wide- what was that smell?

Turning his head left, he noticed the miraculous orange glow of his smoke, which had been flicked askew earlier during the grappling. It lay, just within arms reach. Taking his left hand and reaching over, he picked it up, bringing the cig to his lips with a smile before wrapping his mouth around it and inhaling slowly. He heard the man ask for his name. Jeremy would answer politely.

"Jeremiah Sykes. Remember it and come find me if you ever want another ass kicking."

Obviously a joke.

He didn't bother asking for a name in return. Didn't care to. Clamping the smoke between his index and middle finger, he used the back of his hand to wipe his nose, looking at the blood there. Just beautiful. Now how was he suppose to woo the ladies later with his face all fucked up?

OOC((Fight over? If so, +1 loss))

[Mathew Amtrum]

It seemed that the kid had enough. Mathew made it to his feet while the other kid stumbled backward. He even had time to pick a few shards of glass out of his neck while the other kid bent down for his cigarette. Mathew didn't give a shot about that, it let him get the fucking glass out. He felt the energy draining from him as his adrenaline rush was dying now that he had fought someone and caused some shit. His face was starting to hurt, as did his neck. The dried blood on his face from the repeated blows to the face was drying up now and pulling on his skin slightly. Still he grinned at the kid as he got his name.

The cocky little joke earned a single "Ha!" from Mathew. Though he just shook his head dismissing it. The kid was not a pushover, that was sure. Closing his eyes for a moment Mathew concentrated on the healing quality of his Qi and shivered slightly as he felt the small cuts on his back close up fully gone.

Flashing another quick smile to his opponent he would turn his back to him and proceed to leave back the way he came. Turning back only long enough to say two words to the kid.

"Mathew Amtrum."

He said before turning back and leaving the room, silently thinking to himself.

I'll see you around.