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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 7, 2012 23:38:39 GMT -8
He rolled his shoulders back, his eyes fixed on her. That smirk never leaving his lips. She wanted to see his special talent. If only she knew, he was a man of many talents.
"Take that knife of yours. And stab me."
If you can.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 7, 2012 23:50:08 GMT -8
Delilah frowned her suspicion at him for a moment, quirking an eyebrow and pursing her lips as she thought it over.
Ah, what the heck. This should be interesting.
"Careful what you wish for." She meant herself, but she supposed it applied to both of them. Not that she could imagine the scope of his power, but she had a good idea it was up there. Why else would he willingly ask her to put a knife in his chest?
Her practiced hand drew her tanto and thrust out at his ribs in one fluid motion as she leaned into it, adding momentum and strength. The aim was to slip between the ribs and pierce whatever it found. The majority of the body's vital organs were largely concentrated in one area, so she was bound to hit something. Not that she expected to, again, citing the questionable sanity of one who asked to be stabbed unless there were something to prevent it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 7, 2012 23:55:53 GMT -8
Mathew pivoted so that his body swung to the outside of her thrusting arm. His hand that was closest to the blade reached out to grab her wrist while his other would move to press against her elbow, but he did not slam it. He was playing nice.
"And at this point your arm would be broken."
Good thing he was in a good mood. And it would be a shame to make it so she couldn't play music for a while. She really was quite talented at it, and he could respect artistic talent. It was a skill set that he did not really possess.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 0:41:04 GMT -8
She found herself quickly in an arm-bar and couldn't help but laugh at herself for falling for it. She could feel the strain on her elbow as it was pushed forward at an unnatural angle. He was being nice about it, that was for sure, but it was
"At this point, your arm would be broken"
"Oh, I know, believe me. I just covered koppo-justu with my team a couple days ago."
And as a veritable master in her art, Delilah knew exactly how to get out of this situation, broken arm or no. The solution? Roll.
By throwing a roll, you move with the joint to prevent dislocation. Even if someone is holding the joint in place, it still rotates, and the momentum is enough to dislodge the arm from a grip. And that's exactly what she did, a simple drop on the knees, a tuck and push forward that put her back on her feet. A teasing smirk had alighted her lips as she faced him, positioned on the balls of her feet for maneuverability. She slid her knife back in into it's sheath and held her open hands at the ready.
"Your turn."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 8, 2012 10:19:32 GMT -8
He released her arm as she started to roll, she might be the first person who ever actually responded with how to get out of that. Though normally he was pretty quick to just smash the arm. But still, knowing how to get out of it was nice. She gets a point.
"Gonna be hard to keep showing you stuff without hurting you though."
Kind of a warning. He wasn't in the mood to hurt her. But he would if she insisted. Hell, once she got him started, he would probably enjoy it. Combat was always exhilaration, and a good measure of someone. How they acted and reacted, how long they were able to stay up. If they went for a kill or to subdue. You could tell so much about someone from a fight.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 19:26:36 GMT -8
“Gonna be hard to keep showing you stuff without hurting you though.”
“I believe in not taking things too seriously if you don't have to. How 'bout this: we don't try to kill each other and we keep maiming to a minimum. Sound good?”
Her tone was light, even playful, given the situation. She had come here to relax, and she'd be damned if she didn't get what she wanted. Playing an instrument was one way, though it was more of a direct approach...but a more-or-less friendly match would also do the trick.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 8, 2012 19:30:48 GMT -8
His response to her question was an action as soon as the words finished leaving her mouth. His hand shooting out, pointed like a spear to stab her right in the throat and cause her to choke. Stepping in to the blow to give it more force.
If she choked and stumbled back he would kick low, attempting to kick out her right knee cap and force her to drop down.
Just to see how her reactions were.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 19:53:08 GMT -8
He moved fast, faster than her that was for sure. Had she not had her hands up in preparation for a fight, she would have definitely choked there. As it was she deflected the hit with a light tap of her fingers against his spear-like hand, but the force of his push still made her stagger backwards. Shit. Fast and strong?
This was gonna be fuuuuuun.
He went for a kick at her right knee cap, which hit and shook the whole right side of her body. She moved instinctively and the joint rolled against the kick to the outside, countering the momentum and regaining her balance in one simple movement.
Now at a close range and her leg rooted by the weight she placed on it, she made an attack towards his midsection, particularly the right side just beneath the subtle rise of the man's inner ribcage. His liver. She would attempt to jab this area using a precision fist known as boshiken. Like a rock striking a windshield, the damage would be concentrated in one main area to cause more pain. Whether or not it landed, she would withdraw her hand back to her body a split second later to prevent him from gaining a hold on it.
As she did this, her left leg would rise all the way to her chest as she kicked out at him as one might kick down or door or kick a Persian messenger into a pit, thrusting her hips forward to add strength to what she drew from the ground in an attempt to send him flying away from her. If it landed, her foot would come straight back down and she would shift on the balls of her feet, still ready.
If not...well, we'll deal with that when we come to it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 8, 2012 20:06:01 GMT -8
The hand that had not struck out was low and able to deflect her blow like she had his. Both hands moving in to a defensive position on instinct as she kicked toward his midsection. He allowed the kick to move past his guard. Though he seemed to be unaffected by it. She underestimated the protection of his coat, as well as the stone that was laced under his clothing thanks to his Qi.
His hands clasped around her ankles as she connected the blow, and he would start to spin, rotating faster and faster to get her off the ground and once she was flying he would let go, to throw her right in to the nearest wall.
ED set nulls used (1/3)
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 20:25:07 GMT -8
And before she could fully register what the hell was going on, Delilah realized she was airborne. She had only a moment to marvel at the fact that someone actually did what Mathew just did. This was the sort of thing one would see in corny action movies that didn't really understand physics. She thought this kind of thing wouldn't work in real life. Oh, how wrong she had been.
Wall.
Oh, right.
She twisted in mid air as she sailed towards the wall, the sheer force at which Mathew had thrown her accelerating her speed. She landed against the wall with her feet, dropping to a low crouch as she absorbed the momentum, then used it to launch herself off the wall and back at Mathew.
She landed on her hands a few feet away from him and performed a quick handspring, putting herself in the air just above him. She kicked out rapidly at his head, rotating her body to kick individually with both of her legs at least twice before touching down.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 8, 2012 20:30:49 GMT -8
Mathew was a simple fighter. He didn't have a lot of overly complex combos or air moves. So what he did when she launched herself back at him was take a cautionary step back, his eyebrows raising slightly. Unexpected. He watched her land and hand spring toward him. His arm raising and the stone under his clothing shifting before shooting out like a spear to impale her as she became airborne.
Though it was blunted, so nothing would penetrate her skin. But it should be more than enough to knock her out of the air, and the air out of her.
Afterwards the stone would quickly recede back in to his sleeve, moving to once more wrap around his arms and torso like a serpent.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 21:06:57 GMT -8
Being committed as she was in her jump, there was really no viable way for her to avoid the spear made of stone that came shooting from out of Mathew's sleeve. Which was such a shock unto itself that Delilah panicked and went into defense mode.
((OOC: Qi activated. Level - Platinum (Safe)
-2 to Dex.
-2 to Cha.
+5 to Con. (when used defensively)
+5 to Str. (when used offensively)
Current area of protection: solar plexus, maximum protection minimal coverage))
The spear hit her full on in the solar plexus, and the stone collided with a dull clang against the metal covering her solar plexus. The force of the blow still knocked her out of the air and she landed with a dull thud on one knee, hands searching her midsection for a puncture. There wasn't one and she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, just in front of Mathew. She looked up at Mathew with a wince and a light laugh (there would definitely be a bruise, even though she hadn't gotten the wind knocked out of her).
"Well, well. You had a special talent after all."
He was clever, that was for sure. The biggest advantage Delilah had was being able to work up close and from arms reach. This new development, this...snake-like stone thing of his gave him distance. And he had hidden it so well...
That only further proved that her ability to 'read' Mathew was still in it's infancy. Or perhaps it didn't exist at all.
She made to get up, just starting to put weight on her leg--and shifted rapidly, turning her graceful rise into a sweep towards his legs. If the sweep connected, her booted heel would strike the lower part of the back of Mathew's calf where the Achilles tendon joined the muscle, jarring the tendon and collapsing the leg temporarily.
If he avoided the attack by jumping or simply stepping back, her momentum would lift her back to her feet before she launched a barrage of fluid rolling strikes, including elbows, open palms and closed fists as she attempted to close the distance, aimed at his neck, ribs, eyes and kidneys.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 8, 2012 22:12:41 GMT -8
He noted the clang sound with a small smirk. Armor or Qi? He was going to guess Qi only because she seemed to take his ability in stride. That and he hadn't noticed any stiffness of moving that full on metal armor would induce. Or bulging.
He was still being nice, letting her get up. Then she turned it in to an attack. And she was quick. Not as quick as some of the people he was used to fighting, or had fought recently. Such as David and Poseidon, but she wasn't a slouch. He took a step back to avoid the sweep. The stone sliding out of his sleeve again and in to his hand. Forming in to a quarterstaff.
"It's versatile."
He said as he jabbed the staff down toward her feet to force her to keep her distance from him and avoid her strikes. For fun.
The stone responded to his whims and if she wasn't careful would literally wrap around her ankles to trip her up. If it wrapped around her he would pull back to yank her feet out from under her.
Could she think on her feet?
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 8, 2012 23:25:37 GMT -8
Again, Delilah's extensive training came in handy as the weird stone thing became a staff. Her eyes widened at the sight, and as much as she wanted to ask questions and find out a bit more on what was obviously his qi, she had to respond to his attack.
He aimed a jab down at her feet: she didn't even think about it, she jumped, her legs looking similar to a butterfly stretch in mid air for the instant the staff was beneath her. She shot her legs down again, landing softly on the balls of her feet and she made her next move.
Now, a staff's strength is distance combined with reach and so moving in close is often the best option. But Mathew's curious little stone thingy had more than just the property of becoming stiff: it was also flexible, as she had witnessed first hand. This wasn't unlike fighting with chains, but they were peculiar weapons and hard to control at the best of times.
And seeing as the weapon was both flexible as well as hard, she decided on the only thing that made any sense, as risky as it was.
She moved in, reaching out to grab the staff in one vise like grip as she moved into his centre while the other aimed a back fist at the pressure point between his tricep and his elbow, aimed to deaden the arm. Whether or not that one landed, she threw out this arm again to strike at his opposite arm to unlock it from it's position on the staff.
She knew the danger of being in this position...and she was more than prepared for it.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 8, 2012 23:32:07 GMT -8
She was gutsy and good. He liked that. She grabbed the staff and moved in, he shifted slightly but took the blow straight on. Once again absorbed for no apparent effect. The hand that was not on the staff would reach out to grab her upper arm. Mostly to keep her in place and to keep her arm occupied. The grip tightened on the staff as it molded and shifted behind her.
The staff bent at a 90 degree angle. A small nickle sized pillar would shoot out from the staff to slam in to the back of her head. Right at the base of the skull with all the force it could muster. He would let go right after the impact hit or missed, and move in to slam a knee in to her stomach.
ED set nulls 2/3
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