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Post by Jackson on Nov 1, 2012 13:16:35 GMT -8
Jackson was sparring inside a gym, him against a couple of Dragon Corps members. They both rushed him at once, and as he dodged both of them, he made sure to give them a hard rap on the skull with a stick he'd picked up inside. They reeled away, clutching their heads.
The larger of the two picked up a rock, and threw it at Jackson. Jackson let it strike, and looked down where it had hit him. His chest sported a new gash, Jackson slowly looked back up to the guy who'd thrown the rock. "Why'd you throw away a valuable weapon?" he asked the man. As he said so, he charged him, weight shifted to the front, shoulder in front. As he hit the man, he lifted upwards with his hips and launched him a good five feet away.
He crashed to the ground unconscious, the smaller man cowered, and Jackson turned to him. "Lesson learned?"
"Yu-yes, sir."
"Don't call me sir." Jackson said, as he uppercutted him into the wall.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 1, 2012 13:23:40 GMT -8
"He's right."
Mathew said striding in, a smug smirk on his face as he watched the tail end of the little spar. How amusing, but at least the guy was making new friends. After all that's what the Dragons were all about. Making friends. Well, and being the best, killing Barker, mutual respect, and doing whatever you want because you are capable of doing so.
"Don't call him Sir."
They were all Corps members. No one here was a commander. Well, except Mathew who was an Elder.
"Mind if I join in?"
Not really a question as he rushed Jackson head on, shifting his knee up in an attempt to slam his knee right in to his stomach.
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Post by Jackson on Nov 1, 2012 13:28:06 GMT -8
Jackson dive-rolled to the side, striking at Mathew as he did so. He hadn't expected an Elder Dragon to show up here. Jackson got back to his feet, and turned to face the Elder, stick in hand. Jackson went for a feint to the left, the did a lightning slash towards Mathew's legs, on the shins.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2012 9:34:06 GMT -8
Jackson rolled and avoided his knee and was able to lash out and strike Mathew, though it was like hitting a statue thanks to the stone he kept under his clothes. When Jackson got up he shifted to face the young Dragon, his eyes reading past the feint and jumping over the attack to his shins. Both legs shooting out to plant in to Jackson for a powerful drop kick.
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Post by Jackson on Nov 2, 2012 9:59:47 GMT -8
Jackson saw the legs coming his way a split second before he felt them. It hit like a rock. Literally. He grunted, and flew backwards about six feet, landing in a half-roll. He got to his feet, and wiped the dirt off his face, and grinned. He liked the challenge, even though he knew there was little to no chance of him winning.
He ran towards Mathew, slid on the ground towards him, then at the last minute shifted his weight upwards popping towards him with a powerful double kick to his knees; provided it hit, Jackson would continue his momentum forward and up, to grab a pipe hanging from the ceiling.
If it didn't land, he'd quickly roll out of the slide, and find a new method of attack. He'd glance upwards and notice the pipes, and conduit hanging from the ceiling and climb up there.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2012 10:04:12 GMT -8
Mathew picked himself up off his back after hearing the satisfying crash of Jackson flying back from his kick. The guy decided to rush toward Mathew again, sliding to the ground. Shifting back away from the kick as the legs went up Jackson would find his chest being slammed down upon by Mathew's foot. Stomping down hard, though not at full strength. He wasn't looking to break his ribs. Yet, but he did intend for the guy to feel the pain.
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Post by Jackson on Nov 2, 2012 10:14:07 GMT -8
Jackson grabbed Mathew's leg, and shifted his weight to the left, hard and fast. He hoped to catch him off balance, if he could.
If he didn't lose balance he'd slam the heel of his palm into his ankle, at the joint with the intent of knocking him off.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2012 10:24:35 GMT -8
The stone weighed Mathew down and helped to keep him grounded. Sadly Jackson shifting wasn't enough to make him lose balance, and the slam to his ankle would just show him what a lot of people already knew about Mathew. The first few hits just didn't seem to do anything to the man. He pushed his foot down harder.
"Yield or I break your ribs."
What would he do now?
ED set nulls used 2/3
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Post by Jackson on Nov 2, 2012 10:54:04 GMT -8
Jackson wasn't about to yield, just yet. He attempted to roll out from under the Earth Dragon's foot.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2012 10:59:38 GMT -8
And when he felt Jackson's body begin to shift he just pressed his foot down as hard as he could to try and snap his ribs. Keeping his word if Jackson didn't give in.
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Post by Jackson on Nov 2, 2012 11:05:51 GMT -8
Jackson felt his ribs bend inwards, and the sharp, searing pain that followed soon after, as they broke. He scrabbled against Mathew, wrapping both his arms around his leg, and twisting. Anything to get the pressure off him. He winced and grunted through the pain, but continued pulling on him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2012 11:09:01 GMT -8
One good thing about the breaking of his ribs would be the adrenalin rush from the pain and the situation. Jackson would be able to twist Mathew's leg enough while pulling to make him topple over to the ground with a thud. And a chuckle.
Rolling away from Jackson Mathew picked himself up. A big smile on his face, even as he mused whether or not he managed to puncture an organ with this little show.
"Not bad, but can you stand up now?"
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Post by Jackson on Nov 2, 2012 11:30:55 GMT -8
Jackson manages to get to his knees, before the pain washes over him like a tidal wave. He blinks, tears coming unbidden from the pain. He tries again, and manages to stand up, though quite shaky. His breathing is labored and ragged, one rib tore a hole in his lung. He faced Mathew, "Hehe, I'm up." he said, a dark raspy laugh escaped him.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 2, 2012 11:40:02 GMT -8
Once he was up Mathew would rush forward and pivot to his right as he attempted to send a fist in to Jackson's broken ribs. He was a jerk.
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Post by Jackson on Nov 2, 2012 12:11:45 GMT -8
Jackson let the punch land. He was done for.
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