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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 7, 2013 20:38:09 GMT -8
Delilah sat on the lip of the roof, the appointed place for this meeting. She tapped her foot restlessly in the air, staring up vacantly at the night sky. Previous events turned over and over in her mind, and she found it remarkably easy to lose herself to the darkness around her. She wondered if this was how Kiyr felt.
Kiyr...or Kyrie, rather. She bit her lower lip as her mind went to her plan. She was sure she could do it. She didn't care how strong this man was...it would be the end of him.
But for now, Delilah would wait.
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Post by David B. on Sept 8, 2013 16:36:26 GMT -8
He shot up in front of Delilah, jumping from the ground.
"Hi there."
He would aim a spinning kick for her chest, from the air, in the hopes of sending her tumbling backward onto the roof. He would land on the edge, in a classy, button up shirt and shorts. He was rolling up his sleeves- assuming his attack either landed or she rolled out of the way- and grinning. He would eye her a moment before looking up at the sky and taking a deep breath.
"I only realize now how much I miss spending time with you guys. Olesya, Emily, Mitsuki....and you. Thanks for meeting for a fight. Do you...want ground rules? Restrictions?
OOC: Stats are all base 80, David isn't wearing items.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 8, 2013 20:00:49 GMT -8
--And suddenly, there he was." Hi there." As soon as he appeared, the instinct to get the hell out of the way over came her. She threw her upper half backwards, her lower half following as his kick sliced through the air above her. Hands landed first on the surface of the roof, then pushed her back up in a handspring as her legs kicked over her head, shooting her back and away from David as he rolled up his sleeves." I only realize now how much I miss spending time with you guys. Olesya, Emily, Mitsuki....and you. Thanks for meeting for a fight. Do you...want ground rules? Restrictions?" Delilah's lazy grin faltered at the mention at a certain name, before it blazed back into view as though determined to be undaunted.
"No bone breaking or serious injury. That's my only real rule." she replied, settling into a natural posture across from him with a small smirk back in place.
"And you wouldn't miss us quite as much if you actually STAYED in Long Beach, you know,"
Delilah's Stats W/ some items:
Str : 58
Dex : 65
Con : 61
Int : 66
Wis : 57
Cha : 58
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Post by David B. on Sept 8, 2013 20:32:54 GMT -8
David shrugged. " Maybe. I still live here. I'm just outside the city. As for leaving... I do apologize for it. I know me and you...were close, just a few months ago. I'd like that back... If it's not too late." He had heard her terms, and agreed with them. But one last thing- " And Qi...?" If she said that Qi was fine, he would turn, so his right side was facing her. His left arm came up, palm toward his chest, his right arm extended toward her. His right hand would give a little flick, in a sort of bring it way. He'd wait for the First to attack. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 8, 2013 23:03:33 GMT -8
Delilah's mouth turned up mischievously at the corners, privately grateful for the darkness.
"We never stopped being friends, David. And Qi On."
Though she would wait to activate hers, instead launching herself at David...more quickly than he likely remembered. A round house kick would fly up towards his face, aiming to strike her boot across his jaw--if she got that close.
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Post by David B. on Sept 10, 2013 21:02:04 GMT -8
He smiled.
"I know...but we haven't talked in a long-"
His eyes widened as she launched forward- no games, no tests. She was balls out attacking him...and she was better. Much better. Faster, more fluid. Like her abilities had jumped. He was not expecting her level of speed in the slightest, so he barely had time to lift his arm before her boot struck him in the face. Blood spilt from his lips as his right leg broke stance to move a little more right and square his body, cement digging up around his shoe at the force. Blood trickled from his lips.
He retaliated.
Being that her roundhouse would probably put her in a fixed point of balance, he lunged forward, aiming a hard right cross for her left cheek. No holding back, not games. They were going all out, just...without severe damage. But hey...without a bit of a bleeding...what good was the fight?
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 10, 2013 23:07:22 GMT -8
The first thing that went through her mind was; Holy shit, I GOT HIM
The second was; Fuck
This was exactly why she didn't normally do flashy moves like round houses or big throws; they left the person who implemented the technique too open, which was exactly why her head rocked backwards as David's fist collided with her jaw.
She was thankful, for once, for the gamble fruit Leon had given her.
The punch followed her momentum as she completed her turn from the round-house kick, forcing her to continue down the same path. She stumbled--or appeared to-- and then quickly dropped her body to a squat, extending her left leg again to lash out at his right kneecap.
[ooc: 1/2 Nulls Used.]
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Post by David B. on Sept 18, 2013 3:03:47 GMT -8
David was all to familiar with people taking a blow and receiving no damage- a punch to the face from him generally left a mark, and though he was satisfied with her stumble, he was not satisfied with the lack of bloodshed his punch brought about. As she fell, she didn't really leave herself open for attack- Delilah was good at that. At covering her bases. Luckily, David had control of literally everything around them. He'd take a step back with the leg she kicked at, so the blow to his knee would catch air, then would stand still and throw a blank punch into the air, at her chest, though he didn't get in close or even try to touch her- this was him using Qi. A sort of wavy blast of air would cannon-shoot from his fist, looking light heat waves usually seen in the distance on a very hot road, only in a circle and he aimed for her chest. Then, he pulled air over his body, hardening it into his Armor of the Sky, though that would mostly be invisible- she had to hit him with her Qi, before it did anything for him. If his blast of air hit, it would probably smash her into the ground and send her tumbling, to which David would jump into the air, jutting out a knee, falling for her with his knee aimed to slam into her stomach or lower back- not enough to break anything, just enough to hurt like a bitch. |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 18, 2013 19:14:44 GMT -8
Her kick missed, but the momentum carried her over to a standing position--just in time for her to be caught in the chest by a Qi blast. And tumbling across the roof she would go, her momentum bouncing her until she managed to control it and get up in a roll. No damage, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt to be bounced across the roof.
Wait...Where's David?
Her intuition told her to move, and move she did, throwing a quick side roll and hopping to her feet, just an instant before David's knee would collide with the surface beneath them.
Well, SOMEONE wasn't pulling any punches. Just how she liked it.
Just as he landed, her foot lashed out in a shove kick for his head, as though trying to kick down a door.
[[OOC: 2/2 Nulls used]]
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Post by David B. on Sept 19, 2013 14:16:13 GMT -8
As his knee hit the cement, cracks splintered around it. Of course he missed- Delilah was no novice. She avoided him easily. So, while his left knee stung slightly from his impact, he used his right foots position and a quick torque of the hips to spin clockwise on his knee, ducking his head and using his right leg to stick out and attempt to sweep Delilahs leg while the kick was being attempted.
It was extremely unlikely to work. She was stepping forward- so her weight and momentum was adding tremendous stability and force onto her standing leg and foot at the front and back of it. His sweep would probably just hit her at around the ankle and be stopped- but he would bend his leg, if that was the case, at the knee and kick at the side of her foot, intending to make her crash onto her side being that the force there would be much weaker on her end. He would be careful not to kick the ankle- didn't want to break it, after all.
All said and done...she may crash on top of him, but it was worth the risk, being that he was sure he still outclassed her physically, and a ground game would be much easier going against this ninja.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 19, 2013 19:35:17 GMT -8
Swift as ever, David's opposite leg lashed out and easily collided with the side of her foot as he ducked underneath her kick. Both of her feet went out from under her, throwing her legs up and her upper half backwards...a momentum she was all too glad to continue following.
She moved with the direction of her legs, pushing them up and over her head and her hands down towards the ground, where the touched down briefly before pushing her back up again in a backwards handspring. The second she touched down on the balls of her feet, she launched herself back at him, aiming either a flurry of snapping baseball kicks to his still crouching form (if he was still on his knees by the time she retaliated), or, a flurry of straight jabs and palm strikes to his chest and face if he was standing.
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Post by David B. on Sept 22, 2013 10:38:59 GMT -8
David came to his feet, watching as Delilah launched herself back at him. He cracked his knuckles.
Okay. Time for the good stuff.
He brought up his right hand, his palm blocking the first left punch. His left forearm would shift into the path of the next punch, blocking it and causing a slight sting. As the third punch flew, David threw up his left knee- this kind of close combat meant her eyes were probably on his chest, watching his torso for retaliation and movement, but may find it difficult to block an incoming blow from below. Of course, in order for this to work, her punch would probably hit home, his knee aiming to hit her amdomen immediately following it.
Should her fist make contact, his head would whip to the side, but his back leg was stable, preventing him from stumbling. Of course, she was either going to be stumbling back herself from the force of his knee, or prepped for it and try to grab it. Davids face would be forward not half a second after the punch, a tinge of blood at the corner of his lips. If she grabbed his knee or kept trying to keep it close, his left hand would come up and attempt to grip the front of her hair. His right hand would form a fist and he would throw repeated punches, holding her head still as he hoped to mess her up a bit.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 24, 2013 20:15:44 GMT -8
One of the greatest things Delilah had taken away from her training was the ability to utilize her peripheral vision. Her eyes were on his chest, or thereabouts, but she was looking beyond him, or through him. However, he was right when thinking that an uppercut would be hard for her to track; blows from below were always difficult to read.
Her fist met his jaw, a moment before his collided with hers, rocking her head upwards. His knee, one that he used to block with earlier, shoved her away from him with a powerful push. She took two stumbling steps back, tossing a punch as she was forced away and snagging his knee with her other hand, bringing him with her.
--His face was suddenly in hers, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth from where her blow landed. Delilah's eyes widened; oh, she was in trouble now.
His hand found the front of her thick mane of ink black hair, and pulled her forward into his fist. Stars exploded in her line of sight rapidly as he struck. One solid punch was all it took; she wouldn't be able to withstand his strength without her Qi.
Delilah's Stats with Qi : Level TUNGSTEN
Str : 58 + 22 = 80
Dex : 65 + 8 = 73
Con : 61 + 25 = 86
Int : 66 - 12 = 54
Wis : 57
Cha : 58 - 15 = 43
CLANG
David would feel, upon his fist meeting her face for the second time (or third, or fourth, or however many he got in) that steel the consistency of a steel door was underneath his hand. In his grip, instead of hair, were hundreds of little silvery wires, several of which would possibly be poking him incessantly around his hands.
She smiled at him, her teeth glimmering with metal.
Her right knee came up, aiming for his exposed groin (now that he had so kindly given her his knee). One hand braced against the inside of his knee, and the other on the outside of his thigh. She pushed against these two fulcrums, looking to twist his hip in her grip to get him to face away from her and to let go and passing his knee underneath to open him up for a guillotine lock on his ankle. Should that work.
If he found some way to resist, she would focus on keeping him close, driving another knee up into his groin before abandoning his limb all-together, sending metal fists on a course to collide with the soft, debilitating parts of his sternum; his liver, his solar plexus, his left kidney.
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Post by David B. on Sept 25, 2013 7:19:44 GMT -8
Davids fist smashed into Delilahs metal skin, and his knuckles chaffed. Being that he sure as hell wasn't gonna bust through her Qi, he would shift the hand that held her hair to the back of her neck, his other hand following suit as he moved directly into a clinch. He would, despite her hands on his leg, attempt to bend it at the knee as his other leg hopped up, attempting to knee to the chin. Even if it didn't hit or if it hit the harsh metal, he would fall backward, not replanting his leg, instead curling his spine to put all his dead weight on Delilahs upper body as he fell. If it worked, his back would smash into the concrete driving the wind from him, and Delilah would be dragged down on top of him, still holding his leg and with her head in his clinch.
If all went according to plan, David would hopefully be in a position where he could shift forward and wrap his arm around her neck, pulling her into a headlock. If the natural reaction of the raven haired woman proved similar to the norms, and she tried to use her hand to stop her fall, his leg would now be free, to which he would use to wrap around her body, his right leg coming up and over it, so the crook of his knee would be pressed down on top of his ankle, locking in the body triangle and guillotine.
Once in, he'd arch his back and pull on her neck, his legs tightening to keep her in place and attempt to force a tap out.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Nov 30, 2013 22:45:08 GMT -8
Everything would go according to David's plan. He had the clinch perfectly, and he certainly knew his opponent well enough to realize that she would brace her own fall with her arm and compensate for it.
But as he put her in the clinch, Delilah couldn't help but smile a little bit; the full body lock was in place, and she could feel the clinch happening...but her body just wouldn't bend. She was too dense to move with just strength alone. If her Qi weren't activated, this would definitely hurt, though.
Except the fact that she had at least one arm free now.
The Qi coated hairs on her head would poke into his face and chest as he exerted more pressure. Similar spikes; non lethal, just pokey enough to break the skin, but would go no deeper-- would form on her back. Her free hand(s) would shoot down to his ribs...and would dig in to the underside of the ribcage, aiming to lift and pry the bones up. This would not break bones or skin or anything like that...only distort his core enough from being effective with the clinch. As well as being pretty painful the longer she held on.
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