No, Fuck You (Closed)

[Baldur Odinson]

As Thomas looked up, Leon's fist smashed into his face, slamming his head backward into the cage, tearing through it and sending him ass over end through several more boxes. A tear opened up on the back of his skull, another cut opening under his eye as his body spiraled off several feet. Spinning rapidly in the air, the Cheshire man would land on his feet and slide.

His smile was gone.

Reaching up, he removed his tie and his now torn shirt. He cracked his neck.

"Intriguing."

Now that he got a feel for the oft-brutal and snap-end response time of the Lightning Dragon, Thomas would start forward, his left eye swelling a bit as he dropped pieces of his shirt off to the side, stretching his arms wide, Thomas would groan from the pleasure of the stretch before slapping his chest with his right hand.

Game on.

He darted in, left hand hugging close to his chin as his right hand would aim for an uppercut. His eyes were no longer dull and merry- it seemed Thomas was ready now, to fight.

[Leon]

Leon got to a stand making his way around the shit to have a clear view of the guy... Who was up and stripping. Mother fucker... He got back into the cage of his bent arms and swayed from side to side as he took steps towards cat man. Leon knew fighting at this level would start getting tired soon, but was that also true for the opponent? So far they weren't showing fatigue, just damage. And seeing as the guy was done warming up... Forget out lasting the guy in a drag out fight.

Sure enough he was on the attack and fast. Leon curled in and braced at the first moment he felt the guys uppercut Leon would throw a low kick for the guys knee, knowing the guy was faster and stronger he was attempting to use the guys over whelping strength against him for the knee kick. While the uppercut slammed his elbows and completely fucker his guard he was hoping to cause enough pain to the guys knee to hold him back a second, bruises having already formed on his fore arms from the previous block.

With his arms sent upwards he would bring both down in an ax handle for the guys head, still hoping the knee kick was enough to halt the assault long enough to get the bigger strike in.

[Baldur Odinson]

Thomas' eyes were on Leon's center line- the guy was keeping his hands in close like a crouch boxer. So, thomas responded by following the circle of movement 360 degrees inside Leon's range. His uppercut striking home, Thomas easily saw the kick coming and would check that shit- bending and lifting his knee a little, the kick would hit the hard, compact bone of his cap.

Then, left hand snatching out for the back of Leon's skull as his right hand retracted, Thomas would aim to slam the leg down that he'd checked with and leap hard into Leon's guard to throw his other knee up for Leon's gut. Assuming Leon blocked, took or responded, Thomas' right hand would aim to come up and down to throw a hard elbow spike into the top of Leon's skull.

Time for shit to get messy.

[Leon]

Leon didn't have time as his kick failed however dropping his arms quickly, but his right hand couldn't make it down due to Thomas left grabbing the back if his head, his left would come down in an elbow strike for the knee, but best he could do was lessen the blow.

It still knocked the air out of him and the following elbow to the back of his exposed head didn't help things.

Leon seethe through teeth and threw a shot for Thomas family dangers with his left fist, fighting through the searing hot pain in his head.

[Baldur Odinson]

Leon's punch hit Thomas' family jewels, causing the elder man to cry out in pain. What an angry little bastard! How dare he go after his beliebers!

His right arm would work like a piston and start Elbow-dropping into the top of his fucking head as pain spread like a wave across his stomach and legs, his dangly bits not at all pleased to have been brought into this. Thomas would jump backward while doing this before spinning and hurling Leon toward the side of a massive bird cage, intent to toss the blonde fucker clean through the massive bars and into his flying paradise.

If it worked, thomas would take a knee and grip his python, teeth bared and seething.

"Prick."

[Leon]

Leons plan to get out of the attacks didn't work as the guy leapt back. That required a new plan, which he couldn't think up due to the strikes to the head he was taking. Red now littering his hair like poorly done highlights. The throw put him through the bars and hanging on the rocking stick for whatever freakish bird was supposed to occupy this cage.

Grabbing the bar weakly with a groan, mostly because his arms and head were on fire. Pulling himself up on the log to sit as it swung lightly. He could barely tell from the way things were spinning anyways.

Trying to spot Thomas so as to not be caught with his pants down. Shaking the dizziness away never worked so he was poised to wait it out until Thomas did something. Hopefully he needed as much recovery time for the nut shot, though he doubted it. The dude was way too good. Maybe he'd have to contact the others and let them know another crazy was out and about.

[Baldur Odinson]

Thomas sniffed, then shook his junk a little.

Coming to his feet, ignoring the blood on his face and chest from his multiple cuts and scrapes, he'd run and leap forward and up, aiming a dropkick for the side of the fuckin' cage. It would smash the cage over and likely send it rolling to smash into the concrete wall. Having landed on his back after the dropkick- he'd flip himself to his feet, eyes squinting to see through the dust and dirt his attack had likely created.

Assuming Leon didn't pull some shit.

If his attack worked and there was a small cloud around the area, Thomas would use his left hand to grip his right shoulder, raising his right arm to roll and work the shoulder a little bit.

"Gooootta hand it to ya Sudeki. The little morsels with balls enough to take you on really don't do your shredding ability justice. I haven't had this much fun in yeaaaars."

[Leon]

The drop kick to the cage was unexpected, though the tactically best option. The cage and him with it went tumbling and spinning before slamming into the wall, though the second thing to hit the wall was him. Enough force he went through on the other side slamming with his upper body into the wall. The dust in the air falling all around.

Leon placed his shoulder against the wall as he pushed up with a groan on the opposite side of the cage from the guy. Hearing the jeer between clenched teeth. Blood on his head, neck, face, back, and arms. His teeth splashed red and still dizzy. He would jump kick of the wall and let momentum slam his own drop kick into the cage throwing it back at the guy. Falling onto the ground in pain after he would roll to start a sluggish stand.

"You and me both."

[Baldur Odinson]

"OOF-"

Coming out of the dust and smoke as it was, Thomas barely saw the cage before it hit him, smashing into him and ricocheting off into the air, landing behind him a ways closer to the door they walked through. Thomas was knocked on his ass from it, feeling a slight fracture open along his left jawline. He lay on his back for a moment and laughed before flipping back to his feet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His skin would seem to crawl for a moment, his wounds half closing.

"Mmm....that's gooooood."

He'd open them to look at Leon.

"Ready to kneel? Or do we really need to keep up this charade?"

OOC:

Qi ability activated:

-30 Perception
+30 Defense + minor healing
Use 1/2

New stats:


Atk: 51
Def: 70
Spd: 60
Per: 50
Eng: 40

[Leon]

Leon heard the guy get up. Leon himself only barely reaching a groggy and groaning stance himself. At the words Leon would chuckle and turn to the guy rubbing a bloody left hand across his nose smearing more blood on his face than removing.

"If you know who I am, you know I bow to no man. Plus kneeling would be a bit of a problem since my legs are cramping up. So what do you say you stop pussy footing around and show me what makes you so scary. Maybe after that... I'll see how far your ambition carries you."

Leon was nothing if not Leon. You see he has this thing where he likes to see what someone is capable of, even if it's just ambition. This guy had power sure, he also had ambitious statement of taking over the world. Most people couldn't even take over this city.

[Baldur Odinson]

He put his hand on his hips.

"Well okay then Mr. Bossy."

He'd move into the dust toward Leon and, once close enough, would Aim to box his ears- only not taking his hands back after. He'd aim to grip his skull and drive both his thumbs into Leons fucking eyeballs. He'd absorb whatever punches Leon threw, careful to keep a watchful eye on those fucking nut shots this time. Speaking casully, he'd aim to lift Leon off his feet while still digging his thumbs into and crushing his eyes.

"I have eight brothers and sister, and together we own eighty percent of this town. The other twenty is owned by you little rats. So while these few blocks of yours might seem an impressive pile of scrap- it's nothing but an eyesore to us."

He'd aim to remove his left hand and turn, intent to slam Leon's skull into the ground.

This assuming he got a hold of Leon's skull and all.

[Leon]

Leon moved to block the ear attack but was too weak from the damage to his arms to really stop them however he would grip the hands on his face gritting his teeth and groaning through the pain as he was lifted. He'd been in this situation before aiming kicks for the exposed ribs and arm pits while his hands worked on the thumbs. He also tried listening to pick apart the info, but that wasn't working so well through the pain.

He was able to keep them from crushing his eyes right there, but when the left hand removed from his right eye... The right hands grip tightened immensely as he was slammed into the ground, Luckily for Leon he wouldn't remember the thumb crushing his left eye.

/Leon is unconcious.

[Baldur Odinson]

As Leon removed Thomas' thumbs and was smashed into the ground, he would find the older male did not continue crushing his eyeballs- both remained intact. He held the blondes head for a moment before sitting indian style next to him. He would watch the blonde for a moment, putting his chin in his hand and frowning.

The fuck was with people these days? Too strong. They were getting too strong!

He stood and would grab Leon by the hair, dragging his limp body along the warehouse flood in a trail of blood. He sang and whistled kindly, moving into the next rood where a table would be. He'd toss Leon onto the table and close the door. Walking over to the desk where several knives were laid out, He'd pick up a scalpel and turn to grab a small bead. The bead had a blinking light on it.

Walking back over to Leon, he'd cut open a very small hole in his neck. Then he'd inset the bead, which would rest lightly next to his vocal cords.

Then, he'd move over to the table to grab a small pipe blade with a manual and shove it down the front of Leons pants, patting the paper (and his crotch, by extension), gently.

"There ya go big guy. Leon Sudeki, Lord of Simon's Gate. I'll be calling, champ."

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Leon would wake up in a fucking alleyway on the other side of town. Next to him was a white cat, licking it's paws.

[Leon]

Leon would open his eyes a groan that hurt more than it should. He rubbed his neck to find the stitches and sat up feeling the manual. Taking it out with the weapon he glared.

Only just now noticing the cat he coughed a bit before getting up and brushing himself off to stagger out of the alley and go home. Maybe call up some old contacts for a sit down.

"I'm beginning to not like cats."

[Baldur Odinson]

AWARDED: +2 Exp

Pipe Blade: Nanto of Simon's Gate

Controlled through a small device embedded in his neck, Leon can cause the blade in his hand to float, controlling it to cut and dissect his opponents. the blade, being stuck inside the pipe, is too small to pierce but great for cutting. 

Uses: 4

May forego all four uses to press the small button on the handle to spring out a blade about the size of a Nanto, which he can use as a sword to fight with.