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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 13:42:55 GMT -8
"Mhm."
The stone slithered out from his sleeve forming in to a staff in his hand as the kid got to his feet. He would send the staff toward his feet in a jab, the stone bending and moving trying to wrap around both of his feet. If they managed to do that, he would pull back and take them out from under him.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 13:48:27 GMT -8
Spike noted the staff... Made of stone no less, probably manipulable. As it was thrust low though Spike would take to the air, being the son of the only Dragon that liked fighting in the air. He'd be headed for Mathew bringing his right foot around to swing the heel across the left side of Mathew's face.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 13:50:34 GMT -8
The the foot slammed in to Mathew's face, his face turning from the impact, but not so much as a grunt of pain or a wince escaped from Mathew. Instead the staff would rise up, bending back in an attempt to wrap around Spike's neck.
ED set null used 1/3
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 14:06:20 GMT -8
Spike wasn't expecting to actually land the hit, but the guy didn't even react besides turning his head. Spike didn't like the situation at all, as he felt the rock move to wrap his neck. He wasn't fast enough to wrap a hand under it either before it grabbed it. He tried to pull the heel kicking foot back while sending his other foot forward in a stomping motion for Mathew's face, trying to use the rock forming around his neck as a base to hold himself in the air.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 14:09:00 GMT -8
And he would stomp on Mathew's face, once again the man didn't seem to react. It was like there was a thin shimmer of energy protecting him from harm at the moment. Spike would have a half a moment to ponder that before Mathew's arm whipped back with with the staff in an attempt to pull him by his throat down to the ground. Hard.
ED set nulls used 2/3
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 14:13:44 GMT -8
Spike was yanked away not sure how to take the guy's reaction at all. Jave on the sidelines was just dumbstruck.
Spike made a sound as the air and liquids in his neck where forced out and in at the same time 'Hurk' would be the noise. He'd fly straight for the ground slamming hard. Obviousely busting his head open some blood covering the front and left side of his face. Spike would attempt to palm strike the stone though, to see if he could break it. He doubted it, this guys Qi felt... Wait felt? Whatever, Strong.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 14:15:48 GMT -8
The stone tightened around his neck as he tried to palm it. Mathew pushing the staff down on him a bit more as he took a step forward before bringing his foot down on Spike's stomach.
"Break the staff."
He ground his heel in to Spike.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 14:23:23 GMT -8
Spike gripped at the stone now as it tightened, and the stomp hit his stomach, he'd cough best he was allowed by the constriction of his airflow. Blood seeping from his mouth, and staining his teeth red as he struggled. Spike knew he would be out soon if he didn't fight harder, but he promised his father he wouldn't use his Qi.
"Break the staff."
Spike heard it, almost taking it as a taunt. The heel digging and pressing harder, the force strong enough he felt it through the titan breast plate he got from his dad.
~Fine!~
Spike had to. He was sorry for breaking his promise from hsi father, but he wasn't going to go down like a bitch. He pulled his right hand away from the staff, the black dragon showing on the skin of his hand writhing as his Qi activated, the hair tie being ripped apart and burned away by the intense raw Qi exploding forth, his hair spiking and turning blonde, his eyes turning blue, he'd look like a young tan skinned Leon, as his right palm would strike the staff once more.
If it broke Spike would use the left hand to push the heel off his stomach to Spike's right, while turning to give the foot somewhere to slip off. Lifting himself up now in a plank like position with his right hand he'd aim to sweep Mathew's feet from under him, from behind.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 14:30:44 GMT -8
He broke the staff with his fist and Mathew's eyes lit up with amusement. It seemed that the kid wasn't totally useless after all. And sure enough, he didn't stop there. Mathew had to take a step back to keep his footing only to have his feet knocked out from under him a moment later by the kid. The blow had hurt him none, but the impact from the fall caused him to let out a quick "ooff."
Mathew rolled to his right, picking himself up and rushing at the young man. A smile now on his lips. The broken stone staff laying on the ground forgotten for the time being. Once he closed the little distance between the two Mathew's knee would shoot up to slam in to his stomach before bringing a fist to punch down on the top of his head.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 14:36:24 GMT -8
Spike was working off adrenaline and the rush from the Qi. He felt the pain starting to rush his muscles as he ripped the rest of the staff from his neck and tossed it to the side. Mathew charging now throwing a knee, Spike put up a cross arm block, but it still bent him and hurt his arms. Before something slammed the back of his head, Spike's hands gripping the knee, he'd step in lifting the leg kneeing him, pushing on Mathew's chest with a free and and with the foot he used to step in he had aimed to put behind Mathew's balancing leg.
Basically pushing him down hard in a trip. Spike didn't think he'd be able to go much longer exchanging blows, so he neaded to get his point accross quickly.
Strength: 61
Dexterity: 57
Constitution: 36
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 14:39:17 GMT -8
And the kid was good with trips it seemed, and Mathew once more found himself on his back. His arms and body slamming in to the ground, but his head leaning forward to keep it from hitting the pavement to hard. Though it still hurt.
With the impact of his body small quarter sized pillars of rock would shoot out from around his body. All blunt, and all shooting right at Spike.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 15:00:22 GMT -8
Spike hadn't expected that move at all, holding his hands out to take the pillars in the palms of his hands, and bending his knee's as he pushed off the ground to have the pillars lift and throw him.
Though the left knee he used to block the pillars witch would deffinitly be hurting would probably weaken him for the rest of this fight. He'd spit the blood in his mouth to the side as he waited for Mathew to get back up.
Strength: 54
Dexterity: 51
Constitution: 32
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 15:02:06 GMT -8
Mathew wouldn't get back up however, and instead would sink in to the ground. Relying on his tremor sense to help him determine where Spike was. He would wait to strike however. For now.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 15:21:14 GMT -8
Spike clutched his chest a bit as pain started to ripple through his body, his Qi starting to damage him. The knee he had used to block the pillars earlier started to erupt with the raw Qi, the damage being amplified slightly. He'd stay standing though waiting trying to hold it together to keep combat going against Mathew.
Strength: 48
Dexterity: 45
Constitution: 28
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 15:22:41 GMT -8
He couldn't feel any movement so he could only assume he was standing still waiting for Mathew. Mathew would rise up from the ground behind him. And if he caught the guy off guard he would lift his leg up and plant it right in to the small of the kid's back.
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