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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 14:35:55 GMT -8
In Dragon territory, northeast of LAX, there was a circle of Dragons. In the center of the circle was nothing- not yet. They were waiting for someone...someone who had been summoned today. Someone who was here to make his...less than legal addition to their little club official. The men gathered about were restless...all were shirtless, the sun beating on their bare backs. The circle was about twenty five feet round, and there were far too many men gathered to truly pinpoint one in particular. If Lucien knew anything, he would know that he must step forward, before an Elder would introduce his opponent. No items. No Qi. Just your fists. Bone on bone. Flesh on flesh. They waited. OOC: This is Luciens bleed-in. Due to Plot-desires OOC, nobody but myself or an Elder may stop this fight. Spectators welcome. |
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Kyrie Blaze
Adept
Ex-Shadow Dragon
Sív pide köd. And I Shall Choose Love.
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Post by Kyrie Blaze on Nov 7, 2013 14:52:11 GMT -8
Perhaps shirtless, but some were not without appropriate cover nevertheless. Standing in a sports bra and her trademark shorts was the tiny blonde, hair bound into a braid and hanging at her back. She stood amongst the crowd as an equal.
They were all equals today to potentially usher in a new brother.
A new brother that had already caused quite the uproar, though that was Leon's doing, truly. She shifted with the crowd. Watching. Waiting.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 14:55:25 GMT -8
Lucien had been expecting this day. It had been a long time coming, after all. The day where he would officially prove himself worthy of his title.
The scene before him looked so simple, so natural for the environment, it could have been that there was no apocalypse at all. This was a gang initiation, and that hadn't changed just because of a few bombs. He had already agreed to the rules, no items, no Qi use. Just an old-fashioned bleed. Lucien was shirtless as well, his thin but trim frame exposed to the elements. It was definitely clear he'd gained quite a bit of muscle since he had joined the gangs of Southern California.
He stepped forward, into the middle of the circle, and waited. He was ready.
{OOC: Lucien's 'nude' stats:
STR 13
DEX 32
CON 23
INT 35
WIS 32
CHA 23
I hereby give my consent for this thread to be considered Hard-Mode, and accept the possibility of my character dying.}
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 15:05:44 GMT -8
David walked into the center, clothed in his Elder garb, eyes on Lucien. He was neutral in his stance and stopped several feet in front of the Crow, eyes never leaving his as he took a measure of his soul.
"Lucien Dechain. You have been given much in recent days. A fancy title. A piece of our lands. You were even told you could command us, as a Crow. Well...believe it or not, we don't follow the orders of Crows. We follow Dragons."
There was a small whisp of wind- all eyes on Lucien.
"You stand before us today with the desire to become one. To be inducted as a soldier and a brother. Do you have anything to say before your opponent steps forward to test the metal of the new Lightning Dragon?"
David watched, wary.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 15:12:43 GMT -8
Lucien's hair mussed slightly with the breeze, but he had no urge to fix it. His eyes were locked with David's, and as he spoke Lucien felt no waver of his resolve.
When asked if he had anything to say, Lucien would ponder for a second.
"I'm not one for long winded charismatic speeches, so I'll just say this..."
"Don't go easy on me."
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 15:23:10 GMT -8
David stared, then gave a small smile. He looked around, as though waiting for the opponent...before turning his eyes back on the man.
"Don't worry, Crow. I won't."
He removed his coat, and lifted his shirt up and off over his head. His items began to fall off his form, removed by his Qi. He cracked his neck, then lazily lifted his hand and waved Lucien forward, two men coming forward to remove his items and set them outside the circle.
"Come on then, boy. Just try to make me bleed."
OOC: All stats 80
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 15:33:40 GMT -8
Lucien frowned slightly as David waved him forward. Though it made sense for an Elder to take on this duty... Lucien felt absolutely outmatched.
Well, that just means I'll have to try that much harder, right?
He stepped forward, his hands up in a tight guard, hands up but relaxed. His whole body was loosened, ready to move at the slightest twitch from his opponent. His eyes felt wide open, taking in everything around him, unfocused to see as much as he could.
When it felt like David wouldn't attack first, Lucien would take a short step forward with his right foot and twist, extending his right arm with the power of his body behind it. The punch in question would be aimed for David's nose.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 15:40:32 GMT -8
David took the punch to the face, his right foot stepping out to the side to balance his body from the punch. He sniffed a little- the man had loosened some of his snot- good, he'd been struggling with a stuffy nose all day.
He whipped up his left leg, aiming a snap-front-kick for Luciens Abdomen, intent to knock the wind out of the Lightning Dragons body- unlike with others, he didn't hold back. Even with Mathew, the bleed in was simply to reach a point of contention. A stage of shedding blood for your brothers.
David planned to do much more with Lucien.
He planned to make an example of this Crow.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 15:47:30 GMT -8
Lucien could only see a flash of the snapkick coming, it was fast. Way too fast!!!
His body didn't have any time to react, by the time he had twitched to try and at least absorb the blow, it was far too late. All he could do is let his breath leave his lungs freely, flexing his diaphragm slightly as to not get the wind totally knocked out of him.
The kick landed true to the center of his abdomen, knocking him back a few feet and making him lurch forward, clutching his stomach. He was pretty sure there was already internal bleeding, just with that one kick. In a gasp of pain, he looked up, hoping David wasn't rushing in again. He re-raised his hands, just in case, and came back to his feet, slightly hunched still from the blow to the stomach.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 15:50:39 GMT -8
David would indeed dart after Lucien, intent to throw a hard right uppercut the man as he was doubled over. He wanted to send this man into the dirt. If it worked and Lucien was leveled, David would stand over him and stare.
"Stay down, boy. There is only pain in coming to your feet."
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 16:01:30 GMT -8
Lucien was in the process of standing back up as the uppercut hit him square in the jaw, sending a whiplash down his spine. His body arched back as he lost his footing, and for a few seconds he was airborn.
Then, the ground came back with a vengeance. He tried his best to land flat, but his head hit a second later than the rest of his body, as he made to carry the backwards momentum and roll back into a crouch. He wavered slightly, dazed.
David's voice rang through his head like an alarm clock after a long dream. He snapped himself awake, his vision cleared, and his jaw felt like it was already swollen. He noticed he was nearing the outer perimeter of the circle, there was nowhere to go to the back, and David was in front.
There was nothing else to do. He had to keep fighting. He wouldn't give up.
From Lucien's crouch, he noticed David was still in attack range. If he didn't move quickly he'd be booted like a soccer ball. As quickly as he could, he would make to lunge forward, his left foot landing past David's feet, and move around the man. On his way through, he would offer a downwards punch to the top of David's knee, which would hopefully buckle the Storm Dragon's right leg.
If he successfully moved through, he would try to get a punch in to David's kidney or floating rib before the man turned back around to keep fighting.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 16:10:22 GMT -8
David didn't move as Lucien moved forward- but once he got close he would fling up a hand to backhand the Lightning Dragon. It was only a distraction technique- he would shift forward and start in to capitalize. One left punch, then a right, then a left, then a crouch and leg sweep.
If it went according to plan, and Lucien was put on his ass, David would jump and spin, aiming to bring down a leg on Luciens ribcage.
"You want respect? Get up then, Lightning Dragon! Get the fuck up!"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 16:20:21 GMT -8
Lucien was stopped in his tracks by a backhand, and then came the blows to the face. Though his guard was up, David seemed to slip right past it, and by the time Lucien twisted his body to take the punches to the shoulder instead of the face, two punches had hit square, and only one blocked. Then, the man crouched and tried to sweep out Lucien's legs.
Lucien was used to this sort of move, but it was still fast, and he knew that if it hit, it could break his ankles. He didn't hop, more like making to momentarily bringing his knees up to his chest as the sweep hopefully passed by underneath him harmlessly.
Instead of hitting the ground straight, Lucien would make to slam both his feet into the side of David's face. Hopefully David was still turned around enough from the sweeping maneuver that it would land, because otherwise Lucien would have no leverage, and would end up falling flat on his tailbone.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 16:26:12 GMT -8
The feet did indeed hit- with the spin, David intended his blows to blur Luciens vision. With the man still stable, the sweep was pointless, but he was already following through with it. The kick would cause David to roll backward on the ground once before he planted his hands and spun, flipping his body onto his feet. He would dig in and run forward, bringing his left hand up hoping to palm Luciens face.
His right hand would start throwing blows, aiming for Luciens rib cage as he ran backward toward the circle (should his palming work). The men would scatter too, giving them a wide birth. This only being if his hand found Luciens face solidly.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 16:37:48 GMT -8
Lucien succeeded in his double kick, and stumbled back down to the ground, only to quickly get back up and prepare for the next assault of blows. As David rushed in again, he had a brief moment to collect himself before the inevitable flash of movement --
Again, way too fast. This man gave nothing away, no hint of what strike would come. By the time the palm hit his face, he was already trying to avoid it by moving backwards. It still hit him square, if not infinitesimally less powerful from his feint. Blood gushed from his nose and his eyes started to water violently as he was tossed backwards like a ragdoll.
There was no defending from the rib strikes, even without David's palm obscuring his face he couldn't see a thing. He was pushed back and back, the constant blows starting to wear on his ribs. He thought he heard a few cracks then, and a surge of pain floated through his center.
There wasn't much he could do at this point. As he let out a cry of pain, he bit down hard on the heel of David's hand. His one arm was going numb from the hits, his face was throbbing, and his center felt like he was the victim of a car crash.
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