Round 2: Lucien Dechain vs Silk Sanada

[David B.]

Welcome to Round 2 boys and girls!

So, the fodder has been whittled down, and we are on to the meat and potatoes!

You find it has been but two hours and your already scraping elbows again! Wearing the same clothes, you note that you have moved! The ring is now simply the ground...of a junkyard. Various tools and vehicles are littered about for your use and destruction! The crowd is fanned out- some on cars, others on the ground, all of them shouting and calling for a bloody beat down. No rules, no holds barred. Lets make this scrape a good one!

Please select your theme music, and have your character exit a run-down vehicle of his or her choice, ready to throw down!

FIGHT!

[Silk Sanada]

Silk's last fight went alright. For her it felt like it ended too soon. Still, she moved to the next round so that was something right? That meant she could continue her fighting. Finish beating the rust from her knuckles and get down and dirty like she used to. She could feel it... that part of her that lived for the thrill of a fight. It felt like forever since she had enjoyed something so simple as a feeling.

The sound of the fools outside calling for blood roused her from her thoughts. Outside? Right. The locations were different now. Silk Sat in the cab of a rusted out Toyota pick up. Older model, probably some one's first ride or something. The rear window was busted. It was why she chose it. Easy exit point. She could escape right into the bed of the pick up and make a flashy entrance. Gotta love flashy entrances.

Once again music began to play. Silk's brown eyes flicked to her brilliant exit and through the rear window she sailed. She tucked and rolled forward, back hitting the bed of the truck as she rolled. The moment her feet touched metal she was up. The thought of Mushu from Mulan shouting about how the huns popped outa the snow like daises came to mind and an amused smirk touched her crimson lips.

What a weird thing to think about before a fight. She would hop over the tail gate and land with a soft thud, dust and dirt rising in the air around her feet before she stepped casually into the center of the fighting area and waited to see her next opponent. She'd stretch her arms and legs. Tilting her head just a little her neck popped. Her body had a few bruises from the other fight but nothing that would bother her during this one. A few smudges of dirt and oil stained her tanned skin as the bed of the pick up hadn't been clean. Hopefully her opponent wasn't a neat freak.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien had not been prepared for this outcome. The fight between him and David had ended quite abruptly, and for him to be declared winner... It was crazy to him. Best not to think about that right now...

Over the course of the last two hours, Lucien had been trying to get the jell-o out of his hair, make himself look semi-presentable, and to try and get his balls to stop throbbing. None of those actions were successful.

So, here Lucien sat, shirtless and shoeless, in the driver's seat of a late 70's Impala. He sighed deeply, stepping out as his music started to play. Once he emerged, he would note that his opponent was... Silk Sanada? That crazy cat-girl? Well then.

He would nod to her, putting up his guard and taking position a few feet away from the rather unkempt looking girl. Was that... engine oil?

"Fancy meeting you here."

[Silk Sanada]

Silk blinked seeing the young boy. She remembered that face... it was... it was...

"Kiddo!"

...Well... she was having trouble forcing herself to remember people. It was hard to want to remember people when you didn't want to think about losing them. She was scared about becoming attached to anyone except for Marcus. He gave her enough mini-heart attacks.

Lucien took his stance and Silk smiled gleefully. It seemed an evil idea had come up in her mind. Normally she'd jump right into the fight but something about the Jell-o haired boy made her feel a bit more playful. She shook her head, her hair still pulled tight into that neat bun on top of her head.

"Hey... Kid... You need some war paint."

Silk smiled and at him. She would slide her fingers through the engine oil on her arm.

"This should do it. It will help you look much more scary. Winning fights is about how scary you are. Just look at me."

She thought she looked scary and intimidating but really, she looked just like anyone else. With her fingers slathered in oil, Silk rushed the boy, she ran straight on, hands out stretched.

"Stay still! I wont hurt you... much..."

She shouted in hopes of the boy doing as she told. A proper fight needs war paint.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien's eyebrows raised when he realized what Silk was doing. She was trying to... paint him. With oil.

"WaitwaitwaitNO!" He cried as Silk advanced, jumping back in his stance, keeping his hands up as avoided the girl's gross fingers.

Lucien couldn't understand her. Like his view of most women, he thought that understanding why Silk does the things she does was a feat beyond his capacity. Still, if she kept trying to put oil on his face, he would be responding with all the seriousness of such a threat to his complexion.

[Silk Sanada]

"See, when you say no, I know you really mean yes. So, just stand there and take it like a man."

Silk huffed, though despite her antics seeming playful, Silk moved more like she was attacking. Her hands shot out this way and that while the boy tried to dodge. Finally she came to the conclusion that the only way to get him is to get him on the ground. Silk sent a few quick swipes to his face with oil covered fingers and right after the second swipe, dropped down quickly to sweep his legs out from under him.

"Accept my paintings of love kiddo! Accept them!"

[Lucien DeChain]

"No means NO!" Lucien shouted, frustrated at the girl's attempts. Indeed, Lucien had realized they were more like attacks, and he was still responding as such.

As the two 'arm swipes' came in, Lucien would deftly avoid them by shifting slightly within his balance. He was able to track Silk's movement, and even though she was being somewhat playful, Lucien could tell she was coming around for a sweep.

Lucien bounced on the balls of his feet, bringing his knees to the chest to avoid the sweep. Then, while in midair, he would suddenly extend both his legs, aiming to smash them both into Silk's face. It was a move that he had only used a few times before, and one that left him without a leg to stand on, but he was finding himself more and more wanting to use drastic measures to dissuade the hispanic woman from trying to paint his face.

[Silk Sanada]

Silk was being goofy. She wasn't paying attention to Lucien. She just believed he'd dodge her attacks and she'd sweep. It always worked before. Not this time. Silk watched as her leg swept right under his feet. Then she found two feet sailing towards her face. With a little adjustment, Silk managed to end up getting kicked in the forehead rather than the center of her face. It was a narrow escape, but an escape none the less.

Back she went. A slight eep sound coming from her as if she were like a wounded pup or something. The sound was more from being startled than the actual pain. She lay on her back blinking. Her forehead stung with pain and there was a very distinct heel print of dirt on her tanned forehead.

"Well.... That wasn't very nice."

She said before sitting up. She rubbed the spot on her forehead before jumping back to her feet.

"Y'know... You try to be nice to people... Help them put on war paint..."

She began to mumble as she cracked her neck and fingers one by one.

"Try to play a friendly game of tag... and they kick you.... Rude.... very very rude..."

She continued to mumble. Silk took an aggressive stance now. She bounced on the balls of her feet looking much more serious now. Her eyes trained their focus on Lucien. He probably should have just let her paint his face. That might have been easier. She now of course had a bit of the oil on her forehead too. As when she rubbed at it, some of the oil came off of her fingers. Silk was very unkempt. She didn't even seem to care that dirt and oil stained the tanned form.

"Now I have to win. Just to put extra war paint on you."

That was her conclusion. Can't put it on the fun way? Put it on the hard way. With that she moved towards him. Her attacks much more serious. If he landed on the ground, by now he'd be up. Silk was never one for kicking a man when down so she didn't mind not capitalizing on him being fallen. She would send a round house kick straight for his chest.

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien fell to the ground, using his arms to break his fall as he used the momentum to back-roll out and on to his feet, guard up and ready. Once Silk had done her little show, and had come back in, Lucien felt himself a little more at home. This, he could handle.

Lucien wasn't expecting the first move to be a roundhouse - his teachers had ingrained into him to never start a toe-to-toe with a kick, especially one with flair. As well, the placement was peculiar... Lucien could have just caught the heel of her foot on his forearm or elbow, seeing as his guard was already there. Instead, he simply moved in, past the effective range of the kick, into Silk's grappling range. Since presumably she didn't finish her kick, she'd still be turned around, giving him a clear target of her back and side.

Lucien would surge in and bring his right hand low, using his forward momentum to add power to a right strike aimed for Silk's side. Then, bringing that one back and into guard, the left would shoot out as he turned on his heels, rotating his hips into a left hook aimed at her kidney.

[Your Mom~]

Mew. Bystander. o__o

Olesya had lost her fight, which stung, but for all the right reasons. She hadn't lost in a while, at least by such a close margin. She either got her ass beat or she clobbered her opponent or there was a draw. Raikotsu was a worthy opponent, she was looking forward to scraping elbows with him again.

Perched on top of a car about ten feet above the 'ring,' Olesya watched the two new opponents break it down. Did...did that woman have white hair?! In the obscured light of the junkyard it was a bit hard to tell. Who was she? Lucien seemed to know her, at least by the way she played with him like a cat playing with a mouse.

This should be interesting. Olesya shouted down into the makeshift ring. Kill 'em! Make 'em bleed! Carnage! Paint 'em red! And other senseless barbaric things.

[Silk Sanada]

Silk didn't really like not being allowed to follow through. It was annoying. Why didn't people just let you beat them and be done with it? Sometimes she just couldn't understand. It was like they enjoyed the struggle. Silk found herself irritated now more than anything. She had been happily playing a moment ago. Oh how she longed for those minutes of giggles. Now she had to be serious again. Her mind was so unstable. Seriousness was hard to keep.

With her back to Lucien, since she hadn't been able to finish her kick properly, she was exposed. There was one thing about Silk you always had to remember... she was unpredictable. Lucien made his attack to her side and to avoid it, Silk thrust her back side towards him. That is right... she pushed her butt into his hips. This quick backward movement caused his attack to be cut a little short. It still connected, just not as hard and not exactly on her side. It kind of clipped her. Silk's hand then grasped his wrist.

"Why kiddo, I didn't know you cared."

Silk giggled as she wiggled her backside against him. Her fighting style lacked quite a lot. Like, thought. She just did what ever seemed natural to her. With Her backside near Lucien's mid section and her hand gripping his wrist firmly, Silk would put one leg back, between Lucien's leg and kick at the back of his knee in hopes of bringing him down on it.

Silk may have had flash and flare in her attacks, she might have looked like grappling was her least favorite thing, but she had learned to adapt at 552. She could fight anywhere with any style, so long as she didn't limit her own.

[David B.]

"Skooch."

David was joining her, sitting on the roof of a car near the battle. He was actually in peak physical condition- the fight was interesting with Lucien. He was okay with it. The kid had a lot of heart. He felt belt for bruising the guy, especially without knowing the fellow would be moving on soon. Now, he was just another bystander, watching the battle unfold.

He had two apples in his hand, and would offer one to Olesya.

"Hungry?"

[Lucien DeChain]

Lucien realized what the woman was doing as soon as she started essentially twerking on him. It was quite uncomfortable, and a look of confused disgust came to his face as he looked on to the dry-hump that was occurring.

Gross. Why is she doing that?

And, because of the distraction being so... distracting (even if not in the intended way), Lucien had no time to prepare for the incoming shot to the back of his knee. His leg buckling, Lucien tried desperately to keep his balance, but alas, most of his weight was on that leg, so down he went.

And, going down was a fairly apt phrase to use, for Lucien would soon find that his kneeling position had landed his face a nice snug spot between Silk's cheeks. Yep. That's right.

Why me...

[Silk Sanada]

Silk's plan had worked! Hurray! Wait... now there was some boys face against her butt. Well... this has just become awkward... At least for her it did. She still had his wrist in her hand. Time to come up with something new, cause this.... this wasn't the best thought out plan. She didn't want some kids face in her butt. That was just weird. What was this kid? Some kind of pervert? She'd have to bother Marcus about it later and find out if her suspicions of the boy being a pervert were right.

Her mind processed quickly and she selected her next move. Quickly Silk stepped with the intention of moving in front of his hand. Simultaneously as she turned to get into that position, she would bring her knee around. The boy was at the right height for a knee to the face.

"Don't worry kid, I'll end it fast."

Silk had to assure him. She didn't want him to think that after she kneed his face he'd get her jumping on him and beating him to a bloody pulp. He might as well just resign himself to the fact that she was better at this than he was. At least that was how she saw it.

[Marcus Prasad]

Poor Poor Lucien.

His Wheelchair tied down to the back of Silks Truck, Marcus watched the....Well you really couldn't call it much of a fight could you? More like Silk being....

Silk.

Which he had to admit brought a crooked little smile to his face. As her antics continued, Marcus found himself fondly remembering His own duels with the young woman, all chaos and Flailing limbs. In his lap sat a small Fluffy Husky pup who was currently wiggling around with glee as Marcus idley scratched him behind the ears, letting the young puppy nibble and gnaw on his knuckles.

Marcus wanted to feel alittle more conflicted over who to root for. Lucien had proven to be a most capable Member of the Wolf pack before moving on to greater things, but Marcus and Silk had far too deep a history together to have him sit in any other corner.

"Silk, you Trying to beat him by....Embaressing him to death or something?"
Marcus would holler out, Pausing in the middle, a sign that despite his condition having improved greatly since last, he still had a ways to go.
"Just Let me know if you want me to.....Toss Bandit in."
He joked, which brought a startled Meow from under his chair where the old cat was napping, who was now quite alert.