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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 29, 2012 20:18:24 GMT -8
"Would you like to lead, M'Lady, or shall I?"
Somehow, coming from Marcus instead of Birch, being called "m'lady" wasn't half bad. If anything, it was damn nice. She watched with interest as Marcus readied himself, noting he was left hand dominant. Ah, that usually threw people for a loop. In fact, that was why she got good with her left hand in the first place.
She took her own stance...which was really no stance at all, just her standing there with her hands loosely at her sides.
"Your turf, your challenge, your lead," she winked. She bent her knees a little, feeling the steady rise if anticipation building in her chest. Oh, yes. This was gonna be fun.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 21:06:43 GMT -8
"Your turf, your challenge, your lead,"
"Alrighty then. Just dont go easy on me cause you fixed me up that one time."
He teased back with a quirk of an eyebrow.
Now from what he had seen already, Delilah was quite the Technical fighter, relying more on finesse and patience than raw strength and speed. Marcus could appreciate that. This would mean the fight would tax thier minds just as much as it would thier bodies.
Now Marcus jabbed with his right hand, not because he was a lefty, but because he WASEN'T a lefty! He was in fact right hand dominant which made his jabs blindingly fast and accurate and since he lead with his right, he could strike without hardly telegraphing his blows.
With a single pace forward Marcus would start with a series of jabs designed to test Delilahs reaction time and defences, hoping to open up any holes to exploit. He would hold himself back for now, keeping himself on par with her, only raising the bar as she raised it.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 29, 2012 21:41:31 GMT -8
He led with a jab from his right hand which threw her a bit, but in all honesty worked well to her advantage. He was also wicked fast and providing no tells whatsoever for her to track. She would have grinned if she weren't silly close to getting punched in the face.
Like a reed in the wind, she leaned back slightly out of the line of the first punch, gauging thus speed and depth. He was holding back. Not surprising as he was far stronger than she was. He wanted this to last.
So did she. But Delilah was a balls-to-the-wall kind of girl anyway, or so to speak. Holding back didn't suit her in the least. Would she TRY to break Marcus? No, cuz that wouldn't work. He could out break her any day. Besides, this was all in good fun. She'd just have to be sneaky.
She continued to shift slightly out of the way of his jabs, only enough to juuuust let the punch pass by. Once they got a nice rhythmggoing, Delilah would suddenly shift offline of one of Marcus' punches, rolling her fist up to snap her knuckles against his wrist bone. As she did this, her right leg would come forward for a sharp tap on the front part of his ankle where foot meets shin.
She'd hop back a bit after attempting this, smiling with an eyebrow wiggle.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 22:09:40 GMT -8
Marcus was impressed with her reaction time, but it was the slap to his wrist bone that woke him up. Technical fighter indeed, noone had ever tried to be so precise against him before.
Seeing the kick comming, Marcus brought his leg up to block, only to stifle a cry as she AIMED FOR HIS FOOT!
Ok, lesson learned. He made a show of tipping his hat off to Delilah.
"Touche mon cheri."
He would have to rememeber that one for later.
Marcus would hop back and forth alittle before suddenly stepping forward with a kick designed to allow him to hook his foot behind her leading knee and tug it, throwing her off balance long enough to send a two fingered tap to her forehead.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 29, 2012 22:54:00 GMT -8
"Touche mon cheri"
She simply smiled in return, swaying slightly on her feet.
His leg hooked easily around hers, pulling her foreward with little warning as to what he was about to do. It had looked like and had been telegraphed like a kick, but it wasn't which was sneaky.
Letting herself be pulled a little farther foreword, Delilah's face would dart up for her to nip his fingers before he could plant them against her forehead. As she did this, her hands would grasp his collar and she'd wink.
GOING DOWN!
Following the momentum he used to draw her towards him, Delilah's captured leg would shoot forward between his as she purposefully fell backwards, carrying him with her.
Now, Delilah knew how strong Marcus was. She could feel it in his intent, in his considerable musculature and in his held back strikes. If there was one person she did NOT want to grapple with, it was him.
Which brings us to the next part of the attack.
Bringing her unhindered leg up to her chest as she fell back, planting her boot dead centre in his torso, as her back touched the ground, she would buck her hips up and back, kicking her leg out at the same time as she attempted to throw him over her head. The momentum would let her roll backwards into a standing position and she'd sigh dramatically (should the above work of course), and say "Who the hell am I fighting? Some moron off the street or Marcus Prasad?" she'd raise an eyebrow and cross her arms across her chest as she smiled good naturally. She was aware this was probably a dangerous challenge, but she needed him to take her a bit more seriously if she was gonna show him what she could do.
Besides, that just made it more fun!
And if her launch kick throw didn't work, that would be dealt with depending on what Marcus did to prevent it.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 31, 2012 21:58:04 GMT -8
Marcus didn't resist when Delilah tossed him up and over, relying on his skills at tumbling to curl into a roll as he hit the ground and come up to his feet at about the same time Delilah had. He had assumed with how playful Delilah was being so far, that she wanted to play around alittle more.
Oh BOY was he wrong......
"Who the hell am I fighting? Some moron off the street or Marcus Prasad?"
Marcus furrowed his brow. The taunt caught him off guard. He tried to recover with a nonchalante shrug, but still couldn't hide the prick to his pride as the corner of his mouth twitched.
She DID have a point though. He was pussyfooting around and he knew damn well why.
'You're afraid of hurting her aren't you. You conceded little shit!'
If this was going to be a good fight, then he would have to let go of whatever reservations he would have. Lord knows she would too.
"Well alright then."
Marcus would finaly break the silence that hung between them as he gave his shaggy head a scratch. She could handle it. He had seen her handle quite a bit not too long ago.
"I guess that was as good a warm up as any anyway. Just remember Lilah...."
And with that, it would be as if the atmosphere around Marcus charged and grew heavy with malicious intent. The look in his eyes had changed as well. They went from mellow to flinty like shards of rock. His features were neutral though with a focused frown on concentration. His body loosening up as he suddenly switched to a Muey Tai stance.
"No time for regrets."
And with that, he surged forward, not holding anything back as he let fly with a furious assault of Jabs and Crosses with roundhouse and hook kicks mixed in before closing with a Painful flurry of Elbows and Knee's. The entire assault was definatly shock and awe and he wondered how well she would adapt to it.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 31, 2012 22:55:10 GMT -8
His expression changed and she felt a pang of guilt. It was a weird sensation full of conflict. On one hand, the last thing she wanted was for Marcus to think that she thought of him as weak...on the other hand, she wanted to experience the fight at its highest level. You could tell a lot about a person by how they fight, and she noticed a similarity between them in that moment.
Marcus was up to any challenge.
"Well alright then. I guess that was as good a warm up as any anyway. Just remember Lilah..."
The air around him changed and Delilah felt her own survival instincts kick in. Her skin prickled, she dropped her body a little lower, she switched automatically her her peripheral vision. Ah, yes. This was what she wanted. Killer intent.
"No time for regrets."
Never.
The real battle began quickly as he launched himself at her. The jabs and the crosses were so fast that she was forced to use her hands to misdirect them slightly off her own line of attack. Her body was simply responding in time and rhythm to his, but she couldn't avoid everything. He was simply too fast, too strong. And damn, was it impressive.
In those first few crucial seconds, Delilah's naturally tactical mind analyzed, taking a bank seat while her body tried to avoid Marcus' furious barrage. She learned a few very quick things from him, both when his fist connected with the center of her chest, winding her quite easily and when his elbow struck her temple.
One: Damn, he hit hard. She was left reeling from the strikes and only managed to stay on her feet and in the fight because she HAD to respond to his intent and because she was that used to taking abuse.
Two: He was used to abuse as well. That was Muay Thai he was using and she could feel that his limbs were conditioned. The style had its flaws of course, but Marcus' fluidity compensated for that nicely. That didn't leave her with a lot of options of course, but what itddid leave her with was her specialty.
Still trying to breathe while battling a spinning, aching head, the next time Marcus brought up his knee, she would slam her elbow down on the very top of it where flesh met cartridge. There was a pressure point here that would shock and numb the muscles in his thigh if it connected. She would quickly parry his next incoming fist with her opposite hand, pushing it past her ear and having it rustle her hair. She checked the limb with her hand on the same side, a preventative measure to ensure if and when he drew his hand back that it would remain off her line of attack: this was simply known as the leaf-post technique to those in the know.
Her leaf hand (the opposite one she had parried with) would lash out as her post hand came up, aiming for a particular sweet spot underneath either jaw hinge with her thumb and the first two fingers of her hand, aimed to strike and jolt his lymphnodes and send a surge of pain and drowsiness through the body as serotonin was released from the glands there as well as forcing his head back. Her post hand would also come back to deliver a strong palm strike to his solar plexus, not designed to knock the wind out of him, but to force him backwards and to break his centre of balance.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 4, 2012 20:28:54 GMT -8
{OOC} Just because :3 {OOC}
Impressive.
Delilah was good, no. Better than good. (She was GrrrrreeeeaaaAAAT!!)
Most people would have complimented her speed, reflexes or ability to tank the shots impacting into her. What impressed Marcus the most was how stoic she was weathering the storm he hit her with. Most people would have simply folded, unable to psycologicaly handle an intimidatingly powerful man like Marcus rushing at them with full intent to smash.
Then again after her encounter with Grudge, he really ought to not be surprised.
Shame on you Marcus!
The strike to his knee took him by surprise. It had been a LONG time since he had to defend against a pressure point attacker. Letting out a short bark of pain, He felt his leg buckle underneath him. Not wanting to be caught flatfooted, Marcus decided to pull Capoera out of the closet and recovered from his stumble by diving down and slapping his hand to the ground, pulling a one arm handstand that allowed him to swing a leg up and hopefully catch Delilah in the jaw with the heel of his foot before rolling into a crouch that would allow Marcus to foot swipe the woman in the back of the knee, bringing her down.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 4, 2012 21:05:29 GMT -8
Before she could completely fire off the strike aimed for his chest, Marcus dipped down, his leg fluidly sweeping up to CATCHHERINTHEJAWSHIT.
She tried to pull back, but given how far she had moved inward for the palm strike, his boot collided with her jaw no problem. White pain flared behind her eyes and obscured her vision. Even with her tongue pressed tight to the roof of her mouth, her jaw made an audible clack as it connected
Stunned as she was, the momentum would carry her back into a roll...until Marcus swept her legs out from under her, making her horizontal for a moment.
The sudden weightlessness forced her body to act: as her legs came up, she threw her body backwards with the momentum of both, her hands touching down quickly as she kicked her legs up and over her head in a handspring. She would touch down somewhat shakily on her feet. Her ears were ringing and her vision was slightly blurry. Her body was telling her to take a moment to rest. Surely Marcus would have agreed to that, given the thrashing she was getting.
But this was not just a friendly spar. As far as Delilah was concerned, even though they weren't trying to kill or maim each other, this was a real fight. Like how a bokken was treated the same way as a live blade, she would treat this fight the same way.
She wouldn't hesitate as soon as her feet made contact with the ground: her left leg would come up as she aimed a baseball bat kick with her shin for Marcus' head as he crouched.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 4, 2012 22:43:13 GMT -8
Marcus could feel it. That point where his subconciousness sharpened as he reached 'the zone', the moment where his sense of perception had sped up to 'combat time' where a minute felt like a whole hour and every second was scrutinized.
As they say, concious thought gets kicked right out the window roughly a minute and half into a fight.
Thought slowed down action. Much like Delilah, his Conciousness would take a back seat and play overwatch as fight instinct took over.
Stopping Delilahs kick in the palm of his hand, Marcus would grip her shin as he stepped forward, rising up and put his free hand to her belly, lifting her up and pivoting off of his left foot before tossing her into one of the parked cars with a grunt of effort.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 4, 2012 23:12:17 GMT -8
His hand would make contact with her belly as he gripped her shin with his palm, the area by far softer than his likely was (being a woman and all). But as he struck, she would flex her abs at the moment of impact to shield herself from internal damage, such as having the wind knocked out of her as well as providing a small shock up his arm to jar locked joints slightly.
He started to lift her up and she knew what was going to happen. She wasn't aware of the car, of course, but that mattered little: a man almost twice her size was going to throw her and there was NO WAY IN HELL she was gonna let it happen.
One thing Marcus knew about Delilah was that she fought smart. Actually, they shared that trait nicely, letting their bodies do the talking and letting their minds do their own thing on an entirely different level. They both knew fighting smart meant reacting instinctively rather than trying to anticipate the opponents next move.
One thing Marcus had potentially not witnessed about Delilah was that she was not above fighting dirty. She was fairly certain about this regarding him, given his knowledge of many martial styles (I mean, capoeria? No one expects that out of a man his size)...but would he have expected it of her?
She'd have to find out.
As Marcus hauled back to throw her, Delilah's hands dove downward into Marcus' hair, grabbing fist fulls of it close to the scalp and latching on with her vise like grip. If he followed through with the throw, she probably wouldn't go very far except down...and pull Marcus down with her.
If this were to happen, Delilah would likely land with Marcus on top of her, his head probably somewhere along the span of her midsection. Immediately, she would begin striking, snatching at his skin with flesh tearing grabs, battering his kidneys and pressure points with pin point strikes, kicking what ever she could find with her heels as she tried to either drive him away or pull herself free.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 5, 2012 19:47:45 GMT -8
Oh he did not expect that at ALL.
"GAH! F-You cheeky little monkey!"
Well crikey, it looks like our little Mrs Ninjachick had no compunctions to fighting dirty.
Fine by him, if that was how she wanted to play.
Now truth be told Marcus knew damn well how much of a disadvantage Long hair was in a fight. One thing he learned fast was when someone was close enough to grab his hair, he was close enough to grab back.
So instead of shotputting Delilah away, Marcus Stumbled forward and released her long enough to scoop her back up into a Bear hug, wrapping his arms around her slender frame and giving her a painful squeeze that would hopefully convince her to rethink the next time she wanted to grab a mittfull of his thick mane.
The second she would let go, he would quicklly catch her by the waist and gently toss her backwards and away.
"Not gonna lie, did NOT see that comming."
He would say with a sheepish grin as he massaged his abused scalp with one hand.
"Round Two?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 5, 2012 20:27:28 GMT -8
"GAH! F-You cheeky little monkey!"
She let out a maniacal little giggle that quickly turned into a gasp of surprise as he dropped her, then wrapped his arms around her waist, her feet hovering just off the ground. Just starting to blush, her heart barely starting to pick up it's pace, she only just started to quirk an eyebrow at him when he started crushing her.
See, THIS WAS EXACTLY what she had wanted to avoid: he was far too strong for her to wrestle with, and even though she kicked and thrashed as much as she could, the position of her arms (high up on his shoulders, still deep in his hair) gave him easy access to her ribcage, and eventually became too much. She let go of his hair to start jabbing his pressure points...when he relaxed his grip and tossed her backwards.
A little mid air twisting allowed her to land on her feet, she pirouetted quickly to face him.
"Not gonna lie, did NOT see that comming."
She laughed and coughed at the same time as she bent herself backwards, re-inflating her ribcage as she flexed. "Likewise."
"Round Two?"
She righted herself and gave herself a quick once over. Bruises forming rapidly, likely a minor concussion, ribs still achey. She'd need to work out those knots later. Diagnosis? HAVING TOO MUCH FUN. She smiled wickedly at him, her body and hips loosening slightly with the onset of the next phase.
"Ding-ding~."
This time, she would start them off, closing the narrow gap between them in one quick step. She threw a fist towards his face....that would deliberately sail right past the supposed target, over the shoulder.
Her hand would clamp onto the back of his head (not his hair...that had suffered enough abuse), pushing his head down as she lifted herself up. As she did so, she would bring her knee spiking into not his solar plexus, not his floating ribs, but his LIVER with her full body weight.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 6, 2012 21:39:47 GMT -8
"Ding-ding~."
Feeling her hand clasp the back of his neck, Marcus reacted almost immediatly by grabbing her forearm (The one with the hand to the nape of his neck) with his left hand before twisting his body sideways to foul up her knee strike before tucking his free arm underneath her raised knee.
He would then scoop her up onto his back Firemans carry style and begin to spin around for awhile before finaly comming to a stop and simply dumping her back to the ground behind him with a shrug of his shoulders.
IF this all worked, and Marcus found himself circling a floored Delilah, He would then speak.
Which is NEVER a good sign when you're fighting Marcus.
"Sorry little dove, But you're gonna have to do better than that if you insist on being within my grapple range. You were in the perfect Position to lock me with a guillotine choke or even a DDT."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 6, 2012 22:42:42 GMT -8
--And then he went and did the fireman thing. Which wasn't what she had wanted in the first place, but she would roll with it. It wasn't like she was coming anywhere near the end of the tricks up her sleeves.
It was easy for her from this position to swing her un-grabbed leg around his neck, essentially putting his head between her legs, which might be uncomfortable on many levels....until she started to rotate with him.
Throwing her upper body down, she would start to turn her hips in the same direction Marcus was spinning in, moving him faster as she clenched his neck with her legs to throw him off balance. Once she had this, Delilah would throw her hips to the side to bend Marcus over, flip him over his legs, and throw him on his back in a choke.
Instead of sticking with it, Delilah would release the choke and roll up and onto her feet, chuckling deep in her throat, before stumbling and giving her head a shake. Still dizzy. "Hoooo, I've been waiting to do that for a while."
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