Round 1 Part 2 (Marcus)

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi zipped up his dufflebag and walked out of his home, a dueling piano bar with a livable upstairs. He had chosen the piano bar due to the acoustic downstairs being ideal for his Cello playing and its location in Neutral territory near the Dragon border. The other reason he had chosen that location was because it was a mere three blocks from an old gym he had found soon after he had moved back to America. Today, however, Levi would not be training, at least not in the conventional sense. A month ago, Levi had encountered a man close to his own strength during a brawl around the cafe in Dragon territory and had been throroughly enjoying himself when a certain Storm Dragon had intervened and put them both out of commission. Well today would be different and Levi hoped his worthy adversary had been keeping his chops up as he planned to find out which one of them had won that fight had David not interfered.

Levi walked into the dusty old gym, its sign broken, but otherwise intact, reading: Al's Gym. Small clouds of dust kicked up as he walked across the surprisingly solid wooden floor and he set his bag on a bench next to a slowly swinging, gray punching bag.

Before leaving his home, Levi had sent Marcus a messenger with a letter that would read:

Marcus,

Meet me in the old gym in Neutral territory. No Storm Dragon this time....


Signed,
Levi

Levi hoped Marcus would accept his challenge as he warmed up on the beat up punching bag, a smile on his face and excitement running through his veins. *crack* *pow* *crack*

[Marcus Prasad]

The sun would begin it's slow decent towards the horizon by the time the loud staccato roar of a six cylinder engine could be heard approaching before coming to a stop beside the gym. With a noticeable bounce to his step, Marcus slipped through the door of the Gym and looked about himself with all the cock surety and swagger of a man completely comfortable with his surroundings.

Spotting Levi, he gave the other man a wolfish smile.
"Next time, Tell me WHICH gym. Spent the better part of today going door to door kinda sorta."
Like Levi, Marcus was hungry for a rematch and felt the all to familiar jolt of adrenaline and excitement running up and down his spine, making his muscles twitch. He didn't like it when the storm dragon interupted thier fight. Not at all. Levi had been a DAMN good opponent and those were hard enough as it was to come by in this day and age.

Clad in a pair of sweat pants and a big thick hoodie, both faded black in color, Marcus made his way over to Levi, hands shoved into the hoodie's pouch.
"Been meaning to get a hold of you since the hurley burley before. Looks like you beat me too it."

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi smiled as he snesed Marcus riding towards his location. Anticipation of a good fight; There was nothing like it. When Marcus entered the gym, his excitement was palpable, though not to an outside observer. He placed his hands on the punching bag, stopping its momentum as he turned to face his soon-to-be oppoenent, a warm smile on his face. Levi chuckled softly, "Yes I should have been more specific, though I'm glad you didn't give up." He was also pleased to find out Marcus had the same thing in mind, "Glad to hear it, it seems like most fighters are either recruits making their name or elites who would have no business fighting the likes of us....ie David."

His hands found his pockets as his body relaxed slightly, his eyes traveling towards the motorcycle with a note of interest in his voice, "You don't see those around much, fix it up yourself?" He had once owned a nice bike, though a crotch rocket instead of a hog, and he suddenly longed to ride through the streets again.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus grinned like a wolf at the mention of Davids name.
'By the sounds of it, you're as sore about that as I was....'
Marcus mused silently, mouth twitching at Levi's comment of how People like David had no business fighting people of Marcus or Levi's tier. That just didn't sit right with the man. It was the Job of the strong to raise up the weak and the weak's job to challenge the strong, and thus themselves. That was always Marcus' philosophy and was the biggest reason why he had no problem throwing himself at the likes of David and those like him.

How else would you learn your own limits? How else would you find the resolve to blow past them?

The topic would quickly switch to Lady, Marcus' Harley Davidson Softail Custom.
A topic he was more than happy to discuss!
"Yup!"
Marcus replied with all the pride of a parent speaking of ones child.
"Fabricated, built, tuned and maintained the pretty lady all by myself. Her and I have been through alot over the years."
Marcus pulled his eyes away from Lady's sleek curves and looked to Levy with an inquisitive tilt of his head.
"You ride?"

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi nodded sagely as he looked longingly at Marcus's pride. The longer he stared at it the more motivated he was to follow in Marcus's footsteps and rebuild his bike. He whistled in appreciation before answering, "I did, my bike is still overseas...." A small smile creeped across Levi's face, Though I may have to build myself another one or see what I can do about getting mine over here now that I know someone else rides..."

His mind drifted breifly to night riding and speeding through the streets, those were the days...

Levi refocused quickly as he turned to face Marcus again, bouncing on his toes a bit to make sure all systems were go, "Well then, any preference on how we do this?" Levi's smile grew wide, "I'm all for going all out if you're good with it, though I think Qi can sometimes take the feeling out of martial combat."

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus' suddenly became alot more animated.
"Hey! You know if you want to build another one, I'd definatly be up for lending a hand! God Knows I need more projects. All it would take is finding a semi intact body in whatever junkyard we wanna muck about in, take it to a garage....."
The man's eyes suddenly went wide as a rather devious thought struck him.
"HEEEEEEY! You know David has a Garage eh? AND I'm still mabey technicaly mabey not so technicaly on his payroll. Fuck dude, I'd get PAID for making you a Sweet ass Chopper!"

And to Marcus, That was a pretty big Win win Situation!
"Hell, we could even start a club! God knows there's precious few around here."

Ok, time enough for Gushing about bikes later. He had to remind himself he came here for a rather specific purpose. He began to shrug off his jacket, folding it up and depositing it in a corner with his hat sitting atop of it. When Levi Mentioned Qi Marcus readily agreed. As fun as Explosions were, he hadn't quite got the hand of holding back his boom boom powers meaning they were INCREDIBLY dangerous to use on another human being.
"Yeah No Qi. I always prefered using it as a trump card when all else failed anyway and I figure a friendly match like this wont warrant going that far."

Not to say he didn't intend to pummel the shit out of Levi though. God knows he knew the other man wanted to do the same. Fight lust kind of did that to a person. Picking a spot Across from Levi, Marcus slipped into a basic Kickboxer stance but kept his fists loose and low as he began to rhythmically bob off the balls of his feet.
"Ready when you are man!"

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi was pleased that Marcus seemed as eager as he was to settle the match they had weeks ago. With nothing to stop them, this would potentially get pretty rough, given how he knew he could get when given a good fight....but that's exactly how he liked it. Though Levi would rarely admit it, he enjoyed fighting more than most things in life, whether it be a friendly spar or a fight for his life: SOME part of him always relished the fight. Levi grin slowly grew as he prepared himself.

This is gonna be good...

Levi put up his hands, leaving them about chest level with his hands open as he walked carefully towards his opponent. If Marcus let him approach, Levi would stop to just outside Marcus's reach, which was a little longer than his and something he would need to adjust for. In a quick burst of speed, Levi's right hand would snap forward, screaming towards Marcus's left cheekbone as a palm strike. If it connected, Levi would follow-up fluidly, bringing his left over for a reverse hammer-blow aimed at the same spot as his left leg snapped a kick to Marcus's knees to hopefully take his balance away to allow the hammer-blow to knock Marcus over.

[Marcus Prasad]

Levi was fast. Surprisingly fast. SO much faster than last time that Marcus had no chance but to jerk his head back and give ground. The only warning he received was the standard tell. A Specific way the shoulder bunches that Marcus learned to recognize during his early years. Not wanting to give Levi the chance to dictate the Rhythm of the fight, he disengaged entirely with a quick backwards hop.

"Ooooooh!"
Marcus coo'd with a toothy smile as he began to circle Levi, slowly tightening the circle as he causually walked. Speaking in a playful tone.
"You my friend have gotten faster since last."

After a moment or two of circling, the man would suddenly explode into motion, throwing a heavy left punch, a misdirection as he followed through with a sweeping right hook kick to the side of Levi's leading leg, ending the combo with a left high Roundhouse kick to the Asians head.

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi smiled as he turned with Marcus's pace, his eyes staring straight ahead as Levi decided that relying on his senses would be like using Qi and would thus take away from this experience. "Well after the ass kicking the storm dragon gave us, I would be folly not to become stronger."

Levi watched attentively as the first strike came in and he quickly stepped to strike Marcus's left bicep with a simple left palm strike, stopping the punch midway. As the hook kick came in, Levi stepped away to the outside and behind Marcus's left shoulder where he would attempt to halt the man's combination, assuming he was quick enough. If he was indeed quick enough, Levi would send a swift knife hand into Marcus's left armpit, targeting the nerve bundle to reduce the limb's usefulness temporarily, following-up with a high roundhouse of his own to the back of Marcus's head.

If he was NOT quick enough, Levi would stay behind Marcus's shoulder as the roundhouse was thrown, throwing a series of three low hooks at his opponent's ribs as the kick was completed.

[Marcus Prasad]

ALOT Faster.

The Strike to his pit was carefully timed and precise. Marcus didn't see it coming as the jolt of pain sent a bark of pain from his throat as he lost strength in his arm. Thinking fast, Marcus arched his back and twisted, bringing his other hand down to the mat, followed quickly by his feet as he sprung up straight facing Levi as he circled the other man warily.

This was not a man easily fooled by flashy moves. Marcus could respect that. He would be patient though, what with him still unsure as to what Levi was capable of. Yes, best to continue probing the man's defenses.

With a sudden lunge Marcus would Throw a sharp jab to Levi's Face just as his front foot touched the ground, but this would be a feint. If Levi fell for it and left his ribs unprotected Marcus would quickly follow up with a one-two Uppercut to Levi's Ribs and push him away with a straight kick to his sternum.