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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 16:40:52 GMT -8
David growled as the man bit his hand- he would squeeze harder, hoping Luciens cry of pain would give him room to jerk his hand back without getting flesh torn out. If it worked, David would indeed draw it back and throw a hard haymaker for Luciens nose- the same blow Lucien had done to him.
He would pause, taking deep breaths- to assess how damaged Lucien was.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 16:50:53 GMT -8
Lucien felt the squeeze, and his jaw was loosened by the sheer force of David's grip on his skull. Even with his will to not let go of David's hand, it was ripped from him, leaving his mouth bloody to match the rest of his face. As his face was given room again, he tried to focus, but he found himself unable...
A second later, he was clocked. His face reeled, his body following a moment later like the tail of a whip. Without the coordination to break his fall with his hands, he hit the ground with a thud. His nose was definitely broken.
Blood poured from his face as he lay, panting through his open mouth. He needed to get up. He needed to get up. He needed to get up....
Life. Life, right?
Lucien's hand found purchase with the ground, and he helped himself up, finding his legs under him once again. He blinked away the tears, giving him a narrow field of vision through his one eye, the other one too swollen to open. His face looked akin to the elephant man, disfigured and asymmetrical.
He panted through the chokes, looking to David as he raised his hands again.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 16:57:03 GMT -8
David tilted his head.
'Interesting.'
He walked forward, eyeing the bloodied fellow with a little more....intuitiveness. Once close enough, he'd throw a straight left punch for Luciens jaw- whether it was blocked or not, he would lurch in and bring both hands behind the mans head, aiming for a Muai-thai clinch.
Then, if it worked, he'd start bringing up knees into Luciens stomach and ribs again, aiming to injure him further.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 17:06:40 GMT -8
Lucien knew the man would be coming in, and he was as prepared as he could be. As the man's punch came in, he would deflect it cleanly to the outside with his arm. But, the clinch came in, and now they were in the grapple range.
Lucien changed up his stance as he was pulled close to the man, making sure his balls were protected and he was stable on his feet. Both of David's arms were behind his neck, which meant that he would be coming in with his knees. Lucien himself didn't have much room, and as the knees started to come in, he would try to swing fists into the inside of the Storm Dragon's legs, both to send them off-course and to deter from further knees to Lucien's badly damaged frame. Of course, in his state there was much less accuracy to be had with his strikes.
If they kept coming, at about the third or fourth knee, Lucien would twist his body to the side, letting David's knee pass him. At the same time, he would raise both hands - his left latching on to David's biceps and clawing in, the other in a heel-of-palm strike for the underside of the man's nose.
He began to feel like throwing up at this point.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 17:11:20 GMT -8
As Lucien punched his legs, clenched his teeth- um, ow? His legs had a log of power, and to meet a punch with his own strength hurt like hell. So, he'd step away, left hand still behind Luciens head, as he cocked back and threw a right fist for Luciens sternum.
Then, he'd try to pull Luciens head forward, throwing his own head for the bridge of the mans nose, hoping to shatter it even more with a headbutt.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 17:18:50 GMT -8
Lucien's hands ached, in fact his whole body ached. As David let go with his one hand to send a punch to his stomach, Lucien would try to take the opportunity to twist - as he had planned - so he would only take the hit to the side instead of full-on. It still meant pain, but less chance of reducing him to a stumbling mess.
His head was then lurched forward, and thanks to the subtle turn, David's forehead would instead crash into Lucien's cheekbone.
At that point, if David chose to let Lucien's head go, he would lurch back and stumble, before eventually falling backwards on to the ground. His hands would fall loosely by his sides.
That is, if David let him go.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 17:26:14 GMT -8
David did in fact let go of Lucien, letting the man fall back on his ass. He would stare down at him, feeling a little twinge of respect- the man never called out for mercy...or asked him to stop. He had felt bones break- he had probably fractured his skull with that headbutt...there was a broken nose, ribs....David liked it, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
The man had a warriors heart.
The people around just watched...nobody stepping forward. They all had a sense of pride in the beatdown....but were now intrigued by this prospective new brother. David would growl and run forward, aiming a left punt for Luciens jaw. If it hit, his jaw would probably be shattered, and David would take a step or two past him.
"Get up now, Lightning Dragon"
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 17:45:13 GMT -8
Lucien could do nothing to stop the coming kick - he could only watch with an unresponsive body as David drove forward, and the foot came closer and closer to his face...
Blackness.
Where was he? What was going on? He tried to look around, there was nothing but black. A chill came to him, and a light from above... He was moving. As he looked around, images flashed, little glimpses and snapshots of his memory. They flew by, and the sights and sounds started to blend together into one, getting louder and brighter, overwhelming Lucien as he flew up through the strange void, getting closer and closer to the light's source....
Then, something echoed through the space. The sound reverbrated through Lucien's body, causing tremors in the space around him. He slowed, and for a second, he stopped. Then, the free-fall caught him. He was pulled back through, the screaming getting too intense to handle, the light too bright to see. It felt like months, years, before it started coming to an apex as he knew he would soon hit the ground -
Lucien opened his eyes. He gasped for air, which was a bad idea, since his ribs were now sticking into his lungs. One of them was punctured for sure. He tried again, taking a shallow breath and finding it didn't cause as much pain.
He looked up. There was a sky. Buildings around them. Shadows of people gathered. He tried to turn his aching neck, and found a slight amount of give. David Blaze, looking back at him with an intrigued look.
Get up...?
It look him a second to realize what was happening. Once it came back to him, his eyes widened as much as they could. He was broken. Defeated. Disgraced.
Lucien found his arms, and legs. Moving them in small ways at first, he eventually found the strength to turn, making adjustments along the way to lessen the massive amounts of pain he was in. After a good minute, if unobstructed, he would find his feet under him once again, if shaky.
He struggled to breathe, mouth agape, trying with all his might to keep his eyes focused, to keep balanced, to keep from falling back over. If only for the reason that getting up again would be a phenomenal pain.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 17:56:44 GMT -8
David could feel the mans injuries- the way he breathed...the intense pain must be nearly over-whelming. When Lucien didn't move, David thought it had happened. That he had killed him. He was so still...David just stared. He had let his anger get away....but was it his fault? Perhaps this Crow shouldn't have walked into a battle he knew he couldn't win. Perhaps he should have thought before he decided...David turned away and started to walk off....when he felt movement, the rustle of dirt.
He stopped.
Turning back, slowly, he watched Lucien come to his feet, eyes slowly following the man as he stood. Came to his feet. Too much more and Lucien would indeed die. David could feel it. But he...he walked forward and stared at him. He could see it there, on his face. What he didn't expect to see- what he didn't think the man had and therefore didn't deserve titles or lands.
Resolve.
Resolve to fight. To stand. To show strength and might and power. Resolve to die, if needed. David would slowly reach up and plant his hand on the mans neck. He slowly cocked back his right fist, ready to hit him some more, to make him stay down for good, if thats what the Dragons around him wished-
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 7, 2013 18:10:46 GMT -8
A loud whistle pierced the air. Two figures were not shirtless. Mathew Amtrum, his Earth Dragon coat draped over the right side of his body keeping it hidden from view for the moment. And behind him a young woman, almost mousy looking without her armor that marked her.
She looked the part of mousy secretary. Tight red pants suit and black glasses. Her hair done up in a tight bun. everything about her was crisp and neat, a stark contrast to Mathew who looked disheveled as he often did. He stepped past the men and women gathered to David and the Lightning Dragon. Giving David a nod he turned to Lucien.
"Are you willing to fight? To bleed? To live your life as a warrior until the day we bury you?"
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 18:16:16 GMT -8
David would release Lucien, stepping back and giving a small nod to Mathew, leaving the bleeding Crow to stand in front.
Good.
He didn't really want to kill Lucien. The man actually....he couldn't believe he thought this....had some potential.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 18:23:46 GMT -8
Lucien watched as David approached, unable to do anything but stand on his shaky frame. The man reeled back for a punch, and Lucien watched it, trying to raise his hands to block, but there was nothing left. He watched as the punch started -
And stopped.
Lucien blinked slowly with his still-open eye. A few hazy figures came into view, and upon closer look it was indeed Mathew Amtrum, and one other. As Mathew came forward, David seemed to let him in.
Lucien's worst fear in that moment was that his fight with David was only round one.
But, he was asked a question. One of loyalty, one of will. And he could only give one answer in that moment. His voice croaked, and if Mathew was an inch closer his cloak would be covered in blood.
"I... Am.... Willing."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Nov 7, 2013 18:29:43 GMT -8
Mathew seemed to be satisfied with that answer and his left fist clenched and would slam into Lucien's stomach, opting to not avoid as many bones as he could by hitting him there. David had already done a number on the boy, and Mathew thought there might be a use for him yet.
Maybe Leon hasn't lost it yet. Or maybe we'll kill him before the year is done. Either way it should be entertaining.
"Then I add my strength to yours and I honor you as a Brother."
Mathew's fist rose to his chest as he gave Lucien a small bow. The men behind Mathew following suit with the bow to complete the ritual.
"Surprised you didn't kill him."
He was speaking to both of the named Dragon's with that statement, but left it open for either to respond to.
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Post by David B. on Nov 7, 2013 18:34:12 GMT -8
David shrugged.
"Don't count me out yet."
He stepped forward, and clapped a fist to his chest, giving a small bow of respect.
"Welcome, Lucien, to the Dragons."
He'd plant his hands on Luciens shoulders and help steady him. He'd look him in the eyes before giving a nod of respect.
"Well fought, Dragon. Well fought."
David would turn and walk away....no cheering or partying. This was a personal celebration, as it should be.
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Post by Lucien DeChain on Nov 7, 2013 18:43:33 GMT -8
Lucien was so relieved at the Earth Dragon's words. To be accepted, to be a brother...
Was to be hit in the gut.
Damn, that meant he did it, didn't he? He crumpled to one knee, vomiting blood at his feet. Coming up again, he saw the salute that they were giving him. He tried to raise his shaky hands to mirror the salute, but he faltered and started to tip. He found himself steadied by David, who gave him one single ounce of praise before walking away.
He had done it. He was a Dragon.
He collapsed, then. Not even bothering to catch himself, his body went limp for a while and he just laid there. Panting, bleeding.
It was a few minutes, maybe more, before he had the foresight to think about his condition.
"Excuse me." He called to anyone. "Can someone bring me some water...?"
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