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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 13, 2012 19:28:27 GMT -8
Marcus disengaged by that point, breaking free of the man and circling him like a wolf eyeing it's kill. The man was strong and could take a beating, but his skills were pathetic at best. Probably from years of smashing around people smaller and weaker than him. Glaring down at the man with naked disdain, Marcus stopped, crossed his arms and waited for the bloodied thug to get back on his feet.
"You're done. You know it, I know it. Now you got two choices cabrone. You can fuck off out of my god damn sight now, Or we can continue this until I get bored and finaly break you."
Marcus just wasen't in the mood for a fight to the death. It just didn't come easy for him like it probably did for others. Oh his hands were bloody aye, but that was cause he had a personal hatred for his target. If there was one thing Marcus NEVER did, it was kill for sport.
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Post by David B. on Nov 14, 2012 20:09:15 GMT -8
Marcus wouldnt get a chance to finish the speech.
The man was up and running as soon as marcus left him. He ran up a car and jumped ovee the fence, in an obvious hurry to get away. David stepped forward, clapping slowly.
"Not bad. Your a pretty decent fighter, man. Where you learn it?"
David had many masters, but he wanted to know Marcus' particular area of expertise. And, maybe some day, test the kid.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 15, 2012 19:52:42 GMT -8
"Yeeeaaaaaah. That's what I fucking thought."
Marcus sneered as the bloodied man booked it as if the very hounds of hell were after him. Marcus would be true to his word though and would surpress the predatory urge to run the bastard to ground and finish him off and instead turn his attention to the old man. Marcus knew enough first aid to at least make the man comfortable if he was still alive.
He would glance back though as he heard the clapping, looking back to the old man when he realized it was just David.
"Not bad. Your a pretty decent fighter, man. Where you learn it?"
Marcus would pause for a moment, weighing an answer.
"Most of it's self taught. Plus my dad was a firm believer in raising his kids to be tough as boulders. Lastly......New York is-"
He winced then. A Stupid slip.
"-Was a dangerous place. Back in Number five five two, you either get good at fighting, or you get pasted and wrecked."
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Post by David B. on Nov 16, 2012 18:44:56 GMT -8
"Ah. five five two. Right. I've heard of that place. Definitely some strong fighters come from up there."
David went over to the old man, kneeling to check his pulse. Strong, but he was still asleep. He lifted the man with ease, heading into his house and laying him gently on his bed. Pulling open a cupboard, he would find some gauze and bandages, which he would use to begin wrapping the mechanics leg. He spoke as he did so.
"Though I think I preferred our 259. Less cold. Less testosterone. And me."
A grin.
"Though I'm curious, now, about your fighting abilities. I'd like to test you, sometime. You should come by Dragon territory...I'm sure the men there would welcome you, and they already know me..."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 18, 2012 21:01:03 GMT -8
Ah. five five two. Right. I've heard of that place. Definitely some strong fighters come from up there."
"He's alive-What? Oh, it's got nothing to do with strength man. We're a vicious breed. We had to be."
His vitals checked out. Just a buggered leg which meant he got off relatively easy all things considered. Marcus supported the mans wounded leg as David bent down to pick the striken old man up and followed them inside.
"Though I think I preferred our 259. Less cold. Less testosterone. And me."
"And yet Barker still fucked the world over right under yer guyses noses. Mabey all this sunshine and lack of testosterone made y'all soft."
Marcus teased with a smirk. That was actualy something Marcus noticed about California. So many people here and so little of them had the killers instinct that made a person go for the throat. The only people who had the kind of viciousness Marcus did were others he had met here that were also 552 alumni.
"Though I'm curious, now, about your fighting abilities. I'd like to test you, sometime. You should come by Dragon territory...I'm sure the men there would welcome you, and they already know me..."
"....And me."
Marcus commented with an enigmatic smile. He hadn't mentioned his connection to Leon ever since he decided it made him sound like a huge prat. Delilah was plenty impressed aye, but he didn't want to just go around announcing it like...well....a huge prat.
"But If you wanna have a ruck man, We got a perfectly good arena right here in the junkyard. I've never been too picky on the when and where's y'see."
Nope, David laid the challenge down and now Marcus' blood, already running hot was now positively singing in his veins and throbbing in his ears. For now he would cross his arms and give David his signature wolflike grin.
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Post by David B. on Dec 13, 2012 18:02:40 GMT -8
"Haha..Yeah, No argument there. Though if I recall, nobody from 552 stepped up either. As for us being soft- perhaps your just looking at the wrong people."
This response being in regards to his comments about barker fucking up the world and them being soft. As Marcus commented about them fighting, he looked down at the old man. Gesturing toward the door, he would walk out, closing it behind him. He would roll his shoulder before shrugging off his coat.
"Alright, big guy. I'm down. But lets keep away from the house, shall we? Don't want to hurt mechanic more, now do we?"
He would take a deep breath before lazily gesturing Marcus foward.
"Lets see what 552 has done for you, then."
((Sorry for the wait and length- working on getting back into the groove.))
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 21, 2012 2:40:59 GMT -8
{{OOC}} No worries dude! {OOC}
Marcus wholeheartedly agreed. It was best NOT to wreck the old mans house. Especialy considering how wild he tended to get and with the killer vibes that were comming off of David, Marcus knew he was going to go wild sooner or later.
When they finaly reached a nice wide and secluded part of the junkyard, Marcus gave David a respectable bow before immediatly planting a foot down and rocketing off, leaving a small impact crater where he pushed off the ground.
His opening move would be a flying roundhouse kick to the mans head which would transition into a backspinning heel kick to his chest the second he hit the ground followed by another spinning roundhouse kick to the head in rapid succession.
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Post by David B. on Dec 31, 2012 11:51:09 GMT -8
David took the hit to the face, letting out a grunt of pain as the kick to his chest connected next. Pain rattled in his head, His lips curling into a smile as Marcus spun to kick him for a second time in the head-
The kid had guts. He was flashy, but strong. Confident. He took to the air intitially, which David had decided not to capitalize on in lui of assessing the boys strength. He was relatively fast, light on his feet. Movement was crude and sharp, but coordinated and controlled, as though the fellow was either acting out of muscle memory or instict. Now to see how he would react when attacked-
Davids hand would come up to grab Marcus' ankle as he was throwing that last kick, David turning and attempting to use the hold ( if he was successful in grabbing the guy) to swing Marcus like a bat for the side of a car door with enough force to smash the door inward, nearly folding it around the Wolfs body.
Then he would step back, wiping the spittle from his mouth that clung there after Marcus had kicked him the first time.
'Brute strength to test him, then hand to hand to assess skill and technique.'
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jan 17, 2013 23:00:12 GMT -8
Well everything seemed to be going better than expected! Marcus had actualy expected to be interupted mid combo, so he wasn't quite prepared to be slammed into a car at the end.
The air exploded from his lungs as he found himself making a Marcus sized crater into the twisted metal.
Ok, lesson learned. Fuckers strong
Time to up the ante then.
Popping himself out of the car, Marcus wobbled on his feet before taking a few steps forward towards David, Pulling his arm back for a highly telegraphed Haymaker as he surged forward........
...Only to suddenly dive into a forward roll that would end with him pulling his knees to his chest and unleashing a double kick to the big mans knee's before bracing his hands to the ground behind his head, turning his body and flinging a leg up into a hook kick that would serve two purposes.
One, it just might connect with the mans head as he reeled from the strikes to his knee
Two. The flung leg would give Marcus the momentum to flip backwards and on to his feet in a split second, still facing his opponent. That was Capoeira, the blending of Evasion, defence and offence all in the same move.
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Post by David B. on Jan 25, 2013 22:13:19 GMT -8
A punch?
To meet brute force with beute force? Not exactly the smartest move. But then again, he had fought many like that. Who thought to win him over by sheer strength of their arms. Fools. Yet, from his earlier attacks, Marcus didn't seem like one who got lazy, or offered obvious moves. There was no finesse. So why was he-
Ah. There it was.
As Marcus rolled forward, David stepped back, so the mans blow would barely graze the front of his shin. He would have to extend himself, then, to get enough reach and spin to connect with his face. Yet, if he followed through, his boot would make connection. He would stumble to the side, seemingly open for continued assault.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 20, 2013 21:28:37 GMT -8
{OOC} Sorry for the short post and Late reply man >.< {OOC}
Having missed the shin strike, Marcus would opt to disengage entirely instead of overextending himself, using the momentum of the leg sweep to roll himself back, away and onto his feet. From there he would continue spinning, not having changed direction, wind up and launch his entire body into the air, sending both feet hopefully crashing into Davids chest.
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Post by David B. on Mar 8, 2013 15:36:45 GMT -8
As Marcus came flying toward him, Davids hands would come up to grab the man at the ankles, his feet making connection at the same moment. Though a thud of air would be expelled from his lungs, he sacrificed it in favor of kicking upward before Marcus' body would be able to fall, aiming to kick the man solidly in the back of the head for a resounding KO
If it connected , that is.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 6, 2013 1:07:13 GMT -8
Oh it would connect all right, Knocking Marcus out cold and putting a small fracture in his skull as the resounding CRACK of boot meeting the back of his head echoed around the junkyard.
Status: Unconscious
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Post by David B. on Apr 8, 2013 10:37:16 GMT -8
David crouched as Marcus was knocked out, letting out a little sigh before grabbing the front of the guys shirt, lifting his body and throwing it over his shoulder. He would walk back to the mechanic and lift him as well, taking both bodies with him back to the garage to rest In the beds at the back.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 8, 2013 22:00:35 GMT -8
Well, so far the running tally was being rendered unconscious only about once or twice a month. If he kept that rate steady he was golden!
Surprisingly he would suffer no dreams as he normally did during his sleeping hours. No Faces Taunted him, No Distorted images played bizarre tableau's, plumbing the depths of his subconscious. Slowly awareness would fill his aching skull as he came to, immediately assessing his surroundings before making sure he still had all 5 fingers and toes.
Sniffing the air, he caught the heavy aroma of Axle grease and burning rubber.
'Huh, looks like he brought me back to his garage then?'
Noticing the slumbering form of the old man in the bed further down the room, he let out a sigh of relief at the fact he made it. Marcus was more than alittle worried about the elderly mechanic.
'Awww CRAP and I didn't even get a chance to nab some spare parts!'
Letting out a groan, he would slump back into the bed and snooze for a few minutes longer. Just resting his eyes as his brain began to replay the fight with David, Picking apart what went wrong from all angles as Marcus always did.
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