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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 26, 2013 20:03:52 GMT -8
Marcus had never been to the territory of the Gods. He knew it existed, knew where it was but was normally too busy to pop in for a visit. This bothered him more than he realized considering he prided himself on going where he pleased.
Plus he heard there were some whicked tall buildings still left standing up North, so NATCH The man Had to see if the rumors were true. Walking down the streets, he had to admit it was pretty nice up here. Very 'downtown' feeling, which only served to make him feel homesick again.
"So this is the Land of the Gods huh? Not too shabby."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 10:10:01 GMT -8
The sound of cheering and laughter would erupt somewhere nearby. A crowd of large men stood around a large stone square. Cheering and wagering going on through the crowd as rations quickly changed hands and changed back. A final eruption of cheers washed over the group as Mathew's final blow landed and the large Norse man fell to the ground. His hand slapping the stone to tap out.
"You fought well Brother. Truly you are a warrior. Is that not right Brothers? This man fought with bravery and honor. With ferocity like that our enemies will have no choice but to dine in the halls of their ancestors!"
The familiar voice of Mathew would rise up over the din of the crowd. His words earning more cheers and agreement from the crowd gathered.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 27, 2013 20:42:25 GMT -8
It wouldn't be long at all before Marcus caught wind of the sounds of a scuffle. he would immediatly perk up like a wolf catching a scent and begin to scan the area.
'A Fight? Must be my birthday!'
Marcus thought to himself as he began to drift towards the distant sounds, eventualy happening upon a group of burly men standing in a circle.
And lo and behold who should happen to be in the center of it......
"Well Shit."
Marcus muttered to himself, a wolfish smile spreading across his face as he began to push through the crowd.
Listening to Mathews Boasts, the man shivered, a feeling of Deja vu forcing him back to that time long ago in the old Dockyards......
"OR the Fridged Halls of Hel in the case of Barker and his Ilk."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 20:58:09 GMT -8
Marcus' words earned a few more cheers from the gathered Norse men. One particurally large blonde one came in to the ring to help the fallen brother out and to open the ring up.
"Quite possible."
He responded, turning to face Marcus. He remembered the guy. Crazy motherfucking asshole dived in to the Earth to fight him on his own turf. That was impressive, and insane.
"What say you Crow? You have stumbled in to the land of the Norse Gods. Care to step in to the ring and prove your worth?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 28, 2013 0:30:26 GMT -8
Marcus took a moment to look about himself, the faces around him gazing back expectantly. No doubt they each had their own opinion about the Crows, and would LOVE nothing more than to see one get their feathers plucked. It would be quite understandable for Marcus to refuse in the face of an opponent like the earth dragon.....
"Ppfth, Shway!"
He replied, blowing a short raspberry before stepping into the circle. A fight was a fight and there was noone he wanted to go round two more than Mathew Amtrum. Smiling his wolfish grin, he stood before the Earth Dragon, arms crossed and relaxed.
"This time no Qi please. I have a feeling you'll just leave me underground the next time."
He said with a laugh. Granted knowing Mathew he had every reason to worry......
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 28, 2013 19:19:22 GMT -8
"Agreed to a degree. Can't turn off the tremor sense. So you just gotta deal with that one."
He shot Marcus a wink though. He totally called it, if he dove in to the ground after him then Mathew would just leave him there to run out of air. Not the most pleasant way to die to be sure!
"So the rules are simple. We don't kill each other. And we stay in the ring."
He assumed there would be no questions, so Mathew slid his legs apart and slipped in to a defensive position.
"I'll give you the honor. Show me your moves."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Feb 28, 2013 19:59:01 GMT -8
Oh Marcus would deal. The last fight he had with Mathew was Cathartic as HELL despite nearly losing his leg in the process, which was why he insisted there be no Rock throwing today. The had lost weeks recuperating from that injury. Weeks he could ill afford to lose again.
No time to think about that now though. The stage was SET! With that Wolfish smile on his face, Marcus shifted to an offensive position, bobbing on the balls of his feet before shooting forward at a dead sprint, pushing off from side to side so that he literally zig zagged his way to Mathew. As he closed in, Marcus would kick a leg out ot the side and dive, slapping a hand to the ground and pushing up, launching himself into the air and hopefully OVER the Earth Dragons head, sending a roundhouse kick to the side of Mathews head in midair from behind.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 1, 2013 15:25:15 GMT -8
Mathew stood watching Macus and his attack. He seemed stronger than their last fight. Not so much that he couldn't follow his movements. Still, he made up for that with his creativity. As he flipped over Mathew, he would turn and take the roundhouse kick to the face. It wasn't the strongest attack he weathered, not by far, but it did make him take a half step back to keep his balance. As well as give him the coppery taste of blood. His teeth cutting in to the inside of his lip. The Norse God's let out an impressed cheer. Mathew gave him a small nod.
"Better."
And then he launched himself at Marcus. His right knee rising up toward his torso as his hands shot to grip Marcus by the head or hair and pull him in to the blow.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 1, 2013 15:59:48 GMT -8
Marcus was back on his feet after a short roll, circling Mathew warily up until the other norsemen started cheering. At first he was confused. Neither one of them specified till first blood. The fight was still on!
Right?
Apparently so! Answering Mathews approval with a smirk and a nonchalante shrug. Marcus learned from each and every fight he had ever fought. Still, that alone wasn't going to be his saving grace here, as the earth dragon would demonstrate with a frightening show of speed and strength, overpowering Marcus and delivering a blow that made him feel as if his sternum was horribly dented, knocking the wind clean from his sails as his breath exploded from his mouth.
Most people would have been shaken here. The advantage of always throwing himself at those far above him was that Marcus was used to being overpowered. Digging deep into his reserves, the man wrapped one arm behind Mathews knee and the other around his waist before launching both himself and the earth dragon backwards in a surprise suplex that would put a good sized crack into the asphault before releasing the hold, rolling to his side and gasping for air as he fought to keep his head clear.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 4, 2013 19:36:42 GMT -8
He felt the Wolf's arms wrap around him, pushing him back to slam in to the ground. His head hit the ground with a dull thud. Enough to make his vision blur for a split second. But through the fall and the crack of stone on harder than stone bone Mathew's grip on the Wolf's mane just tightened.
When The Wolf tried to roll away Mathew would pull up on his hair to stop his movement as he rolled to try and position himself on top of The Wolf. If successful he would release the mane and proceed to rain punches down upon him.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 8, 2013 13:54:58 GMT -8
Well this was definatly a bad position to be in. Mathew was simply too fast to outgrapple, especialy since Marcus was only just getting his wind back.
He knew damn well what was comming next though. Lucky for him he had a damn good head on his shoulders for the ground and pound game. His plan? Curl up at the waist just as Mathew would ready his first strike and grab hold of the earth dragons pantswaist. From there he would pull mathew up so that the man wassitting higher up onto his chest.
His sternum would protest, but Marcus would fight through the pain, bringing his knees up to slam into Mathews kidneys over and over again.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 14:17:35 GMT -8
Well that did make punching a bit more awkward didn't it? But not being as grounded wasn't going to stop him. And he wasn't worried about what The Wolf was going to try to do. Which was probably part of the plan. His fists would rain down as the first knee hit.
Ow.
But ignored. The second knee hit.
Ow!
Still ignored.
The third knee hit.
OW!
He clamped his jaw, it was hurting.
The fourth knee hit and Mathew swore to himself if he got a kidney stone he would kill this man. He sent a strong blow for his head wanting to crack it on the ground. Fucking organ shots.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 9, 2013 0:39:07 GMT -8
Well THIS certainly wasn't working. It wasn't until after the second punch that Marcus decided that mabey COVERING HIS HEAD MIGHT BE A DAMN GOOD IDEA HMM!?!?!?
But even then the back of his skull was STILL getting bounced off the concrete.
Which was making it VERY hard to do anything short of trying to keep himself from involuntarily pissing himself. WELL! That's what he gets for trying to play shot for shot with the motherfucking Earth Dragon then. His only consolation was the fact that he was legitimatly hurting the other man before sweet oblivion Made everything look like an old fashioned tv being turned off as his skull actualy cracked the ground from the last impact, KOing Marcus well and truely.
Toes curling and eyes rolling up into the sockets, the man would go limp as everything suddenly and violently became nothing.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 9, 2013 10:08:27 GMT -8
The punches stopped with the sickening crack sounded out. Looked like he cracked skull. There were some cheers from the Norse Gods as Mathew rose up in victory. Even more cheers rang out when he clutched his side and his knees buckled. They had never seen Mathew lose true. But the had also never seen him hurt, not even Siegfried the Dragon Slayer had caused him pain.
"The Wolf is a warrior."
Mathew said to the crowd before pointing to two of them.
"Take him to have his wounds tended. The rest of you..." He paused as his eyes swept over them. "Prepare a feast in his honor!"
Cheers erupted once more as the Norse men were given yet another reason to eat and drink. Mathew meanwhile would follow Marcus on the way to the medical tent. Partly to look after him, and partly because it was an excuse to be at the tent.
If Marcus didn't wake up on the way there he would wake up in a bed with bandages wrapped around his head. Commotion coming from outside in the streets and something wet on his chest. If he opened his eyes at that point he would see not two, but four beautiful women in simple white robes that were nearly see through tending to his wounds and packing up bandages. Mathew was drinking a pint of mead against the wall with a grin.
"I love fertility Goddesses..."
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Mar 10, 2013 1:15:55 GMT -8
Oblivion would fade in and out multiple times as Marcus was carried along to the healing tent, a single phrase playing across his frayed mindscape each time.
Gods do not bleed.
The two men tasked with taking Marcus to the tent would probably be pretty damn puzzled if they caught sight of the triumphant smile that seemed glued to Marcus' otherwise slack face.
Eventualy reality would re-assert itself as a fuzzy haze and as he groaned and wiggled under the sheets it would finaly solidify.....
....Into a magnificent pair of breasts.
"God damnit Mat."
Marcus would moan in a quite voice as he slowly stretched and squirmed.
"You bloody well killed me."
He must be dead, wasn't he? Where else but heaven would he be on a bed with clean sheets surrounded by beautiful women in transparent dresses. Raising a hand to his head, he felt the rough texture of the bandages and cringed from the sudden onset of a migrane that lasted a good 5 seconds before finaly subsiding.
Bleary eyed, confused and completely comfortable with the fact that he had a raging stiffy that had made a small hill from the sheets covering him, Marcus craned his head and spotted Mathew beyond the bevy of beautiful nurse babes.
"Fertillity what now?"
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