Enter Ric -OPEN-

[Ric]

'American's are unreal!'

He ecstatically thought to himself. At every turn he was being beaten by near super-human feats of agility. That wasn't so much the issue, as was the fact that this agility was coming from someone weighting easily 100lbs more then himself, and ranging nearly 7 feet tall. Usually the skeletal frame of someone that big didn't allow for them to move around like an orangutan. Regardless it was impressive.

The one advantage he had right now, having attacked from behind, was that he'd be able to make out all of his opponent's moves. Limbs were meant to strike backwards, minus a good ole fashion mule kick. So he knew that any strikes that were coming towards him needed to come with a spin. When that spin came and he was already airborne, all he could do was lean his head back and hope for the best.

It meant taking his eyes off of his enemy, but he did so without reserve for safety. His jawline was safe, only done so because of his chest being forced forward while he leaned back, forcing the back-hand away. In an even more impressive feat of agility was the grabbing of his collar. It kept him in mid-air, his body stretched out and being held up like he was nothing more but a rag-doll. It was enlightening, but his rice and veggie diet back in Brazil wasn't known for building big muscles.

He grasped at the wrist of the hand holding his collar. Snapping his head forward again as his eyes fiercely stared at the man running him backward. He did the only thing he could think of at this point. He knew he wasn't going to save himself, he didn't care about that, but in a purely offensive maneuver he brought his left leg up by Dragon's right arm. It was still tucked in from his failed attempt at a take down, and when he was slammed towards the ground he snapped his leg out, heel aiming towards the thick jaw.

The force of the ground was devastating. It instantly winded him and caused a crushing feeling to his upper back. The only thing he could hope for was that Iron Dragon's attack on his body amplified the damage returned. It would be like two cars crashing head on, Iron Dragon's forward momentum hitting Ric's extending leg combined with the sudden stop of his body.

[Mekiel Echigo]

The kick the guy sent would certainly impact as Ric had wished, though it wouldn't get the full effect he'd desire. It could be seen coming at him, and so he'd turn his head to get struck more on the cheek that his jaw. Still it did kind of hurt. Combined with the speed of falling, well, that wasn't too pleasant. There were many reasons he was called the Iron Dragon, though.

Holding the guy on the ground now, he'd pull him in with the hand still holding his collar for a headbutt. Or rather, two. He could handle it.

[Ric]

'Asshole won't let go!'

He wasn't unfamiliar with fighting off of his back, in fact this position rather suited him nicely, but he had to make sure he was quick to defend rather then attack now. He had to make his body move, he needed it to listen to him.

Being pulled up he tried to use his arms for some sort of defense, but that was pointless as his nose was quickly broken. The cartilage snapping making the same sound as when his shin connected with the brute from before. Blood was streaming down his nose, flowing over and around his lips as his eyes remained fierce. If not for the adrenaline he might've been close to being unconscious.

'Do that again!'

Surprisingly, he got his wish. His hands were already coming up to defend against the previous headbutt, so as the second came he made sure to capitalize on it. He threw his right elbow across with all the speed he could muster from his shoulder, aiming at his opponents eye, though he'd settle for anywhere. His other hand went to grip the back of Iron Dragon's skull, near the top to keep control and keep him from pulling back. If he was successful in hitting then he'd continue to do so, moving from a few sideways blows to straight down elbows towards the top of the skull, moving back and forth as fast as he could.

Elbows were designed to cut, but the blunt for and hardened tip could knock someone out. Just usually not from off the back.

[Mekiel Echigo]

Hand on the back of his head? That made him stop, but the elbow was still coming at him. All he could do was move his head to the side so it'd scrape along his cheek rather than get him in the eye. And what'd Mekky do as a follow up? His right hand - previously gripping the guy's collar - would shoot up and slam into the bottom of the guy's jaw. What he was goin for was to shatter some damn teeth, really.


[OoC: EDIT: Meant collar, not shoulder.]

[Ric]

He was lucky enough to have a good set of chompers, and even luckier that there was only about of inch of room between the fist placed at his collar, and hitting his jaw. His head snapped back for the rest, the back of his skull cracking against the ground, bouncing forward again as he looked towards his enemy. His eyes still showed the thirst for more, fierce and filled with fire.

His right hand was the first to move, reaching over and grasping the fat wrist of his opponent, his thumb pressing as hard as it could into the tendon's right before the wrist. It didn't matter how much muscle you had, those tendon's were always easy to snake into.

His left hand reached across, embracing his right shoulder in order to keep the hold. If it was just resisting, then perhaps he was strong enough to continue on. He wasn't trying to over power the giant, just hold him back one limb. He turned his hips over to his right, twisting his right leg so it was facing sideways in the man's grasp - if not for his pant legs this might've been impossible.

At this point he'd push his left leg off the ground, aiming to knee his opponent in the side of his ribs, just under his shoulder. His foot would come back out wider, allowing for more traveling distance, and thus more power as he'd repeat the strike as many times as possible.

[Mekiel Echigo]

Mekky wasn't just gonna leave his hand there after the hit to the jaw, not at all. He was more relentless than not, so after the first hit his hand would draw back and raise up into the air, so if Ric were still grabbing at it he'd have to reach for it as it went up, at which case Mekky'd dig his teeth into the guy's own wrist. Of course, the way the two were positioned the knee'd still make contact, just not with the armpit. Instead it'd first make contact with his mid ribcage. Of course it hurt, but not too bad.

Now, Mekiel himself is on top of the guy. Whether or not his hand gets free, he's still got legs. So what's he gonna do? Bring up his right knee and slam it down into the guy's solar plexus before he can get another knee strike in. It'd knock the wind out of the guy and if you've ever been hit in the solar plexus it sucks. That would also likely loosen up the guy's hold on Mekky's wrist if the biting didn't stop it, at which point he'd slam it down into the side of the guy's low jaw, just under the ear. If it didn't loosen up, then well, the guy wouldn't get a chance to breathe properly as Mekiel would continuously hammer his knee down into the guy's solar plexus.