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Post by Krane Asiv on Mar 23, 2012 22:59:13 GMT -8
Today was slightly covert, after news made it to the Dragons HQ where Spike had been waiting about his fathers unfortunate end. Its been nothing but battle, day in and night out. Spike has been leading troops, with Jave, and Achilles at his sides.
Right now his forces remained at the front line staging point between Compton and more Barker controlled land. Spike, Achilles. and Jave however where in the territory following a small patrol.
"Jave, take out the left, Achilles, the right. I'm going to hit the middle, that should leave one left standing. Catch him."
There was silence for a moment, before Jave spoke up.
"Its a good thing you scare me more than them right now."
Achilles smiled as Spike gave the signal and the action commenced, yet it was over in the same instance, Jave and Achilles grabbing the last, rendering him uncontious and back into Compton.
There he would be strewn up in front of the other enraged Dragonlings and brought to wake up. Standing before him on the now well built stage was Spike, holding a baseball bat in one hand and a small knife in the other. Small fires where lit in all directions making this particularly dark night into a near day like atmosphere.
"What was it I've always wanted to see again? Oh thats right."
Spike let out before smashing the bat with a full swing on the guys exposed toes. When he tried to scream he would note the cloth bindings in his mouth.
"What do you know? A smashed foot looks nothing like it does in cartoons."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 23, 2012 19:53:27 GMT -8
Ok, mabey saying no to the map wasen't the best of ideas.
Getting to Compton didn't take long at all. No, it was getting past the Dragon Sentries and patrols that was so damn difficult.
'Always the hard way huh Marcus?'
Quite a few times the man had gotten lost, much to his chagrin, and nearly caught. Fortunatly Marcus always was a wiley mutherfucker and slipped past them all.
A Lone wolf hunting for a dragonling.
The sun had gone down by the time he had finaly found the ampitheater Spike and his brood had occupied. All he had to do was follow the blazing light from multiple bonfires comming from it. Marcus had managed to worm his way into a building overlooking the stage and he watched from high above, hidden in what few shadows remained.
Marcus shook his head as he watched the grotesque display. Granted the boy had presumably (Because fuck ALL y'all! Leon wasen't dead till Marcus saw a corpse) Lost his dad to a right bastard of a maniac. Marcus had to admit if he was in spikes shoes, the last chains of self control would snap in an instant, turning the man into a self destructive rage engine monster type thing.
Marcus looked at his odds. If Spike was anything like his daddy, Marcus would have nothing to worry about with the dragon soldiers. He would challenge Spike directly in the most direct way he knew how. No Sudeki would be able to resist!
At least, he hoped.
(XIN PHYSICS TIME NOW!)
Ok, this little show had gone on long enough. Walking quietly to the edge, Marcus kicked off and plummeted towards the stage. With a resounding impact that sent splinters and spears of wood upwards, almost shattering the stage at the zone of impact, Marcus landed right in the center of the whole mess and right infront of Spike himself.
Never before had he felt more like a badass.
On one knee, one fist into the stage for balance, Marcus slowly but surely rose to his feet and found himself staring down at......
'A BOY!?!?!? Wow I was told Spike was young but this? DAMN he's just a kid!'
Marcus' mouth split back into a feral smile.
'He's about the same age as I was when Leon first met me.'
"You Spike Sudeki?"
He asked before jerking a thumb at his head
"Names Marcus Prasad."
And then he headbutted him. HARD.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Apr 24, 2012 14:30:56 GMT -8
Strength: 54+50%= 81
Dexterity: 40+50%= 60
Constitution: 40+50%= 60
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
((OoC: I'm not changing accounts.))
Spike was caught alittle off guard, okay alot off guard when some maniac dive bombed the stage, putting up his arms to defend against the dabree. Once it cleared and there was a person the guy proceeded to name Spike, and then himself. The headbutt finished the possability as he stumbled back from the hit. Rolling his shoulders and letting his father's weighted coat fall off, smashing into the stage with its tremendous pressure.
Spike growled at himself for letting him get the first hit in and stepped forward with his left side leading, kicking off the stage with his right foot going for what would look like a right hook kick, Spike rotated a bit more and turned it into a downward snap kick aimed for the guy's leading thigh/knee. Everyone there knew better than to interfere with a Sudeki and a battle.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 24, 2012 20:35:11 GMT -8
Oh, this was definatly going to be one for the history books.
The boy was alot stronger than Marcus expected, despite being a Sudeki. Marcus laughed at the impact the jacket made onto the ground.
'Pulling that trump card that early eh boy? I musta really shook you up there.'
The boys speed was phenominal. In the blink of an eye, he was already in strike range and making his first move. He wouldn't insult the offspring of Leon by holding back, Marcus would pull his entire arsenal out for this one.
Starting with Capoiera
As Spike moved in to kick, Marcus would Moonsault backwards, land upside down off of one hand and push himself further back and onto his feet, dancing from one foot to the other to build momentum to a rhythme playing in his head, Marcus would follow up with a forward tumble before springing upwards with a high heel kick, keeping his body low to make it seem as if he was going to kick low.
That was the beauty of the Brazillain war dance. Attack and evade rolled into a confusing tornado of misdirected kicks and punches.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Apr 26, 2012 10:43:43 GMT -8
Watching the dance as spike had to dislodge his foot from inside the stage he recognized the movements. He pondered back, but never faught someone that used the style. Dropping his right side back as he allowed his left to face the fighter he watched to see.
Then he attacked spike fell for the misdirection and took the heel kick to the side of his face, turning with the impact he'd come full circle slamming his leading foot down as both hands clasped the bat in a harsh looking home run swing aimed for the guys center mass.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 29, 2012 15:08:49 GMT -8
Marcus definatly didn't expect the boy to recover so quickly. His breath exploded out of him in a bark of pain as the bat impacted into his unprotected side just as he was comming up from his backspin. His brain subconciously re-assesed the boys Threat factor. A Sudeki he definatly was.
Time to take off the kid gloves then.
As Marcus lurched with the heavy impact of the bat, he brought his arm down to pinch the weapon under his armpit before wraping his arm along it's length (Phrasing!). Labouring just to breath, He would then shoot his free hand out and lock it around Spikes throat and pull him into the knee he was driving up to double the boy over before pulling back, wrenching the bat out of the boys hand, and in one fluid motion spin around for a full body homerun swing into the side of his opponents head.
If the attack hit home, Marcus would then toss the bat aside and fight to get his wind back. Right now the blow left him breathless and sluggish. He thanked whatever gods that were listening that he didn't hear a rib shattering.
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 12, 2012 18:46:58 GMT -8
It really didn't matter how strong you think you are having someone grab you by the neck and pull hurts let alone a clean knee strike to the mid section. So the bat would easily be wrenched from his hand as he doubled over. Yet as the bat would come in Spike would drop to his knees put his hands to the ground and sweep for Marcus' legs to knock him down while spike would roll away and to his feet.
Whoever this guy was he was good and the crowed was stunned in less than a few seconds shit had hit the fan and even the two Captains present couldn't keep up with how fast the two were moving it was all just a blur. Though Spike wasn't like his dad in one very important way. Leon had a lot of fun in a fight and would play around with his opponent. Though Spike gave too many breaks to the fight if its formal he went all out all the time its a surprise he hadn't whipped out some qi yet.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 13, 2012 21:40:32 GMT -8
The sweep kick connected just as Marcus was about to some connecting of his own of the Baseball bat to skull variety. Losing his grip on the bat, (And sending it spinning into the face of one of Barkers tied up goons) Marcus immediatly twisted his body and slammed one hand down onto the stage, bunched himself up like a coiled spring and launched himself away from Spike just as the boy rolled away from him.
The man landed in a crouch as he skidded to a halt. A line of his own blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as his lungs fought for precious oxygen. He was at a disadvantage, he was losing. Yet still his mouth was split into that feral smile of his. He was completely enjoying himself! The boy had easily shattered every single expectation he had and then some!
What made Marcus shiver with excitment the most though, was the feeling of recognition he couldn't quite shake and it had everything to do with Spikes fighting style.
One thing Leon had always drilled into Marcus' head when he was younger was that Concious thought always got kicked out of the window roughly 3 minutes into a fight and that the only way to win was to drill and drill and drill until every punch, kick and choke hold was done completely without hesitation or thought. Thinking took time. Time someone can use to put a fist in your mouth.
So drill, drill, drill Marcus did.
And it seems, so did Spike.
'My god, It's like I'm fighting a younger version of myself!
This is fucking AWESOME!'
Leons teachings were a signature on both Marcus and Spikes fighting style and it wouldn't be too much of a stretch if anyone who knew Leon would recognize how similar Marcus and Spike were.
"You're good. Two times too good."
Marcus commented between laboured breaths. He spat crimson colored spittle off to the side, keeping his eyes locked on Spike.
"Just like your Pappy was."
A Gamble to be sure, but the mans blood was up and running hotter than it had had in a long time. He wanted nothing more than to see how far the little brat could go. This round was going to be brutality unleashed. Dropping Leons name would probably throw the boy into a rage and Marcus sure as shit sure wasen't planning on holding anything back himself.
He would beat this boy into submission or be torn down himself.
Anything less would be........dishonorable.
Such was Marcus' way. Such was how he was trained. Such was how he lived.
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Post by Zack Asiv on May 26, 2012 21:16:37 GMT -8
Strength: 54+50%= 81
Dexterity: 40+50%= 60 +25% = 75
Constitution: 40+50%= 60
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
Spike kept his stance watching the guy... His style was too... Familier. Spike looked at the guy standing there and the realizations began to slowly slip into place. His motions where almost unreadable because they wheren't planned.
Thats when the comment on his dad came in, he didn't make the connections to the fighting style as he was mid way through figuring it out when Marcus said that and the first thing that jumped to mind was who killed his father. Immediately Spike went to one hundred percent power. The gold flame's erupted from his right arm his brown hair stood on end and changed blonde, his eyes melted into a blue hue.
He charged, straight for Marcus, first step going forward, second ducking down and beginning to spin putting a hand to the ground, third pushing off the ground with his hand making the spin faster, and coming around aiming a clawed hand for Marcu's sternum.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on May 27, 2012 22:58:31 GMT -8
'Did......did he just go super saiyan?'
Marcus almost wanted to laugh. It was so very hard to be intimidated when the boy's rage looked so damn comical.
Marcus quickly rose to his feet and made himself ready for the inevitable berserker charge.
It came all right. And soon all thoughts of laughter abruptly stopped the second Marcus realized what Spike was about to do. Seeing the clawed hand the man's eyes widened in fear for a split second before he tried to act. Unfortunatly Spike was far too fast and Marcus found himself bowled clean over with Spikes fingers digging into his chest.
The only reason Marcus was still alive right now was because he managed to just catch Spikes wrist one hand and throw an arm lock around the rest of it with his other, else Spike would have dug his fingers into Marcus' chest and shattered his ribs before palm striking them into his heart. Marcus knew because Leon had taught him that exact skill himself. It was no surprise that Spike would know it too.
'Or fuck, he might be trying to straight up rip my fucking heart right out of my god damn chest!'
Feeling his ribs begin to fracture and crack, Marcus spat blood out of his mouth off to the side and spoke harshly between gritted teeth. Every breath he took sent fierce lances of pain through his chest.
"Look at you Boy! You think your papa would be proud of you right now? You're fighting like a god damn animal! Besides....."
Here Marcus' smile split into his trademark wolfish manner.
"Is this any way to treat your Uncle?"
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Post by Krane Asiv on Sept 26, 2012 1:56:44 GMT -8
Spike's grip would loosen as his Qi would subside as well. He had a puzzled look on his face as he tried to recognize him. He faught like a Sudeki, but...
"Uncle? How?"
Was all Spike would ask as he would try to move away from Marcus, in fact. Spike would wave for Jave to go and get his medic to bring a Candy Tear.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 26, 2012 22:39:37 GMT -8
Marcus couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the little Sudeki's confusion, which did NOT help the sharp burning of fractured ribs within the mans muscular chest.
"Yes, Uncle. Where I come from, your closest friends are your family and your father was as a brother to me."
He explained after bringing himself up to a sitting position. He would then slowly drag himself up to his feet before shaking himself off like a grumpy dog who was just woken up.
"Allow me to introduce myself properly little dragon. My Name is Marcus Prasad. Pupil of Leon Sudeki-sensei."
He would pause then, allowing the gravity of his proclamation to settle into everyones minds before continuing.
"I've known your pappy since before you were born actualy. I think I was......mabey 14 years olf when I first saw him. Sitting on a foldout chair at a desk outside the school with a makeshift sign that simply said 'Katana recruiting'. Around five, mabey more, people joined. Your father then put us through some of the most intense boot camp I've ever seen. I went from a chubby kid who only knew how to wrestle mostly, into what would eventualy become what you see before you. Funny enough, I was the only one who passed muster at the end, everyone else dropped out. I guess Leon liked what he saw cause then stage two started. Or......would have started. He dissapeared for awhile. I guess he came back here. From then on he would train me for months on end before comming back here, only to pop back into New York City out of nowhere again."
Gingerly Marcus massaged the spot where Spikes clawed hand had nearly tore his ribcage apart. Suddenly, he found himself unable to look the young man in the eyes.
"I've heard alot of things about your old man in fact. I was hoping you would be able to set the record straight."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Sept 27, 2012 1:15:40 GMT -8
Spike listened to the explanation and nodded, it was vet probable and possable considering Leon was like a freaking force of nature when it came to his own goals. He remembered his dad talking about those stories, the pupils he had here and in other places. No telling how accurate the information was though.
"From the report, I was given the entirety of my fathers forces besides one man had been decimated by Barker's forves, and he himself was captured. We recieved a report there after of Barkers order to execute Leon Sudeki."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Sept 27, 2012 19:11:35 GMT -8
"So you don't know if he's really dead or not."
It was not a question. The gears in Marcus' head turned and turned. The greatest way to completely kill morale right now would be to parade Leons corpse through all of long beach. The fact that all Spike had were vague reports gave Marcus new hope that his master really was still alive.
"I wouldn't give up hope yet kiddo. If history has taught me anything it's that your pappy is like a cockroach. Nothing short of a Nuke can kill him and everytime you think you got him squashed, he pops up again and again out from underneath the refridgerator."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Sept 28, 2012 2:44:23 GMT -8
At about that time Achilles would be back with the candy tear, tossing it to Spike, he'd hand it to Marcus, if he ate it his wounds would heal within a matter of seconds.
"Hope is hard to come by these days."
He said simply. He wasn't defeated by a long shot, but he didn't want to get his hopes up about things and be devistated further by his hopes getting smashed.
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