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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 15:34:06 GMT -8
Spike, would hear only too late Mathew's arrival, attempting to spin around, though the damage to his knee plus the backlash of his Qi he was nowhere near as fast as he was, catching the foot in the side instead, sending him stumbling and attempting to spin and push his hands against the ground to stay standing, he'd attempt charging again, though he knew he wouldn't do much.
Though he'd jump forward bending himself backwards so his feet where sailing towards Mathew, kicking off the ground with his good foot to send him into a spin he'd be going for a corckscrew dropkick.
Strength: 43
Dexterity: 40
Constitution: 25
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 15:36:15 GMT -8
And just to be a dick Mathew didn't move to avoid the blow, but would take it full force, only using his energy to do his backlash. The protection around him faded away, and he was now able to be damaged. If Spike was in a condition to keep fighting.
all nulls used.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 15:40:50 GMT -8
Spike hadn't expected to feel like he was being drilled in the stomach, knocking him to the ground he'd try to keep the spin and roll away from Mathew, before getting up on his hands and knee's coughing up blood. His breathing heavy, the Qi starting to break down and redirect all its force onto his body.
He'd look up at Mathew and start to rise again, shaky, but ready... Ish.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 15:43:03 GMT -8
"You done yet?"
He folded his arms over his chest. Waiting to see if he struck again, or if he was ready to give up.
"This is a fight you can not win. Even your Father was never able to beat me. What hope do you have? Child."
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 15:45:26 GMT -8
Spike would turn his head and spit more blood to the ground as he wobbly took a step forward raising his right hand in a come at me motion as he stumbled a bit more.
"Done when you admit defeat..."
Was Spike's tired retort.
Strength: 34
Dexterity: 32
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 15:49:02 GMT -8
Mathew uncrossed his arms and gave a huge shrug. Almost like saying he tried. He would rush forward, diving in to a roll before hitting striking range, and pushed himself up with his hands to do a hand stand donkey kick aimed at the kid's chin. Once the blow landed or missed his body would start to fall and he would shift his body weight to bring himself around in a full body sweep kick. Aiming to knock the kid down, again.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 9, 2012 15:53:12 GMT -8
Spike watched, though his eye sight was hazey at best, blinking to try and clear his vision, just int ime to have them forced shut by the impact to his chin with two feet, leaning him back as he went down, the sweep completely unnessicary as it worked to bring Spike down faster, his Qi dropping almost instantly as he hit and bounced once off the ground.
Jave would rush over and check Spike's condition by appearance. Spike's eyes fluttered open as he tried to push away from Jave to get back up again to continue fighting. Obviousely he wouldn't get there within the next five minutes without help, but Jave wasn't going to let him back up.
"Where are the tears?"
Jave would ask Spike. Like that'd help with the internal Qi damage.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 9, 2012 15:55:31 GMT -8
Mathew picked himself up and moved to look down at the fallen Sudeki. A frown on his face. He had expected more from someone who had apparently earned that coat.
"Still feel like that trophy was a well earned one?"
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 10, 2012 17:55:01 GMT -8
Spike gritted his teeth as he looked at Mathew. He couldn't even answer the question at this point. He had been so lost without his father around to push him in the right direction... Though this showed him how much of a fail'd Vanguard he was for the family.
Jave rushed over to the coat and struggled with it to carry it over to Spike, pulling out the capsule holding the candy tears. Spike waved it off though. This was apride thing, he'd recover from this naturally and come back to bring a new world of hurt to Mathew, or so was his goal.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 10, 2012 21:39:24 GMT -8
"Well, you can keep that little coat. But if you want to deserve it then listen up. You need to toughen the fuck up. Not just in fighting but in general. Where is that dedication? That pride? That drive to do something?"
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 11, 2012 15:34:03 GMT -8
Spike would push Jave away. Turning over and pushing himself up off the ground. Wobbly and shakily reaching a standing position before falling to a knee and having to push up again. Finally sweying in a standing position he'd look Mathew in the eyes.
"You... Wanna see determination?"
Spike took a shaky step, wobbled alot before finding stability.
"Then bring me dat ass."
Spike was standing on will power alone, though he was still able to raise his right hand in the bring it motion. Half smile on his face, left knee shaking from the Qi damage, blood dripping from his physical wounds.
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 10
Constitution: 3
Intelligence: 30
Wisdom: 31
Charisma: 41
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 15:36:06 GMT -8
He looked at him a bit confused.
"I'm not bringing you my fiance."
He said with a frown.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 11, 2012 15:44:39 GMT -8
Yeah that confused Spike.
"Wat?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 11, 2012 15:46:31 GMT -8
Mathew tilted his head.
"What are you talking about?"
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Post by Krane Asiv on Oct 11, 2012 15:49:12 GMT -8
"..."
Spike questioned himself now. Maybe he was that tired to be hearing things.
"Just fight me."
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