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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 2, 2018 15:10:24 GMT -8
Over the loudspeaker, a voice would come in, recognized as one of the supervisors. " Krane Asiv. You're requested for a private session at 430 PM. Please report to the training area once your duties are completed." The training center was incredible. The academy was on a massive plot of land, and an area sectioned off for combat was hundreds of acres in size. Built into it were areas of the sea, mountain, forest, desert, snow....it was an incredible (and expensive) area for making sure the people in the field stayed at the top of their game. Here, they fought the weather, they fought anything that roamed the hills, and they fought each other. Once he arrived, Krane would find a training director there waiting for him in the training outfit. He'd give a little nod and the clap of a fist to his heart before gesturing toward the all-terrain vehicle that awaited them. "Follow me, sir." The man would lead him into said car and drive off, heading off toward the forested terrain and through it, down the torn up paths that had repeatedly been ripped apart by the students and replaced from the funds of a generous number of donors. They drove for several minutes, the high-tech lights and gadgets of the car going off a few moments before arrival. It would be an area Krane probably had never seen, a massive waterfall surrounded by forest and mountainous terrain.  Standing up from one of the outcroppings, Em would turn toward Asiv, her black hair about long enough to rest between her shoulder blades. Her hands were wrapped in blood red fighting gloves, and her black sports bra left her midriff exposed. She wore sweat pants that allowed for quick and easy movement, evidenced by her stepping down the hill to approach the training director, who would step between them. "Emily Suddenfield. Age: 18. Former Captain and current member of the Military team. Krane Asiv. Age: 18. Current School Captain and squad commander. The rules are as follows: No Qi. No tools or weapon abilities. Hand to hand combat only. You fight until one of you gives up or can't move or respond to instructions, cameras will monitor the fight at all times. Understood?" Emily nodded. "Understood, Captain?" Assuming Krane agreed, Emily would slide her right leg back, bringing up her left leg forward. Her right hand would be at around chin height while her left hung out a little forward and open, palm toward Krane. A bell would sound telling them to start. OOC: Stats: Attack: 41 Speed: 38 Defense: 30 Perception: 25 Energy: 14 |
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Post by David B. on Jan 2, 2018 15:20:27 GMT -8
"She's challenging the Captain? I thought his place was secure-"
"It is. It's not a challenge, just a sanctioned fight."
The man next to him turned and looked around- almost the entire council staff was there. Leon. David. The TIME agents and their overseers. They stared intently at the screens that panned from view to view around Emily. He leaned back in toward David.
"But if she wins-"
"Then she wins. But I don't think her intent is to take his title. She's spirited with a different age. But she wants to help in some way. Krane is intelligent, and strong. If she has a message, he'll get it before the fight is done. We know it's not for his title- it's why she's not using abilities or weapons. So that the question of the legitimacy of her win, should she get it, will always stand. A Captain must be allowed to fight with all his or her tools. By taking those away...."
David blinked, turning back to the screen.
The man glanced to the screen, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck. Asiv...one of the lineage that started it all. Suddenfield...what was her mission here?
He folded his arms....and watched.
OOC: This is a sanctioned fight. Both characters gain +1 exp.
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Post by Leon on Jan 2, 2018 19:55:03 GMT -8
Leon sighed as he watched the monitors with mild interest.
"It's completely needed... Maybe for both of them. There is merit to meeting an opponent with nothing but your fist and your blood."
He'd sit up and focus his Qi, the black markings appearing around his eyes as his pupils and iris fell into the speks surrounded by the yellow. Cracks of sapphire streaking out into the gold as his eyes moved rapidly about trying to get a close up and gauge emotions. It would be nice to see this fight from a different angle from everyone else. He could always review the tapes later. It wasn't everyday you got to see the legacy of a bloodline that created a place like Territory Two Five-Nine fight someone with such obvious skill in combat.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 2, 2018 20:10:41 GMT -8
Without much to go on he decided to wear his gold armor and equipment. However after reaching the training grounds it was obvious his opponent was much further in than waiting at the entrance. He'd rub the back of his head then nod, getting in the vehicle. He'd kick a foot up on the dash bracing himself to the chair for the car ride. His arms folded neatly over his chest and closing his eyes he would tap every now and then his left index finger on his right fore arms armor making the metal tink sound.
It felt like time moved slowly on that ride, but they finally arrived, coming to a halt with a bit of dust following them from a previous zone. This one however was lush, bright, full of life and accessable water. It wasn't until he spotted Emily that he got a bit suspicious of this scenario. Then the rules began being rattled off for this contest. It was deep into the training grounds. Out of the way and much further than any other trainee's would venture. This was a privacy issue, however sanctioned. Emily didn't want his title, she gave it up on purpose. Krane stepped into it to fill a void and now Emily wanted to test him. At the end of the explanation Emily gave her understanding then affirmed his rank out loud.
In response he unclasped his fore arm guards, his head dress and body armor. Unclasping his shin guards and removing his ring, he'd go to drop it all back in the transport vehicle, giving an obvious glare to the driver who could of saved him a bunch of time. He would even remove his combat boots and shirt to prove he had no weapons or geat stashed away. It did however reveal the tattoo on his upper right pectoral of the old Beast Squad unit patch that Zack and Hector Asiv were both part of. Taking up a position he would take his usual stance. Left leg stretched out before him a little bit, right bent and used as his base as arms crossed in a diagonal line over his chest, fore arms peralell to each other, hands open.
"Agreed."
At the ding, Krane would not move, waiting to see if Emily made the first offensive move. Watching with his good eye for a sign he might be able to follow, if not he would begin inching towards Emily. Sliding his left foot forward by pushing against the ground with his right.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 2, 2018 20:16:57 GMT -8
Emily, ever the efficient fighter, stepped forward while keeping her left leg leading. Once within range she'd jerk out a simple front snap kick toward his leading kneecap, intent to punctuate a sharp strike toward his leg and hinder his mobility. As soon as it snapped out and hit/missed, it would snap back to plant and lead a pushoff strike for a right handed superman punch, em aiming to strike down into his forehead over his guard.
Krane was familiar with her fighting style, normally. She was a leading counter striker and wasted very little energy, letting fighters tire themselves out.
This was a different Emily. She was fighting more aggressively- though why was still not obvious.
Stats, items removed:
Attack: 18
Speed: 18
Defense: 13
Perception: 14
Energy: 10
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 2, 2018 20:28:25 GMT -8
Emily was noticably faster than him as he barely had time to knee jerk to the side, getting clipped and scratched by the push kick, still hurt like a bitch. His eye worked quickly to follow her retreated leg to push off the ground coming at him now with a superman punch, she was being very agressive, well beyond what he was accustomed to when fighting her, his left hand would swipe out as he pushed himself in a sideways shift to knock the blow to the side. To make up for the speed difference he had to work with his prepared right hand, his feet were busy moving him so he couldn;t use those to counter, he would push off the ground with his feet twisting his hips int he most straight forward point a to point b style he could come up with... At least thats how he meant it to look.
His right fist would sail in, except it would be going high for Emily's face in a quick hook punch, retracting both hands back to their form, before aiming to bump her with his left shoulder to knock her away from him. A simple push nothing with too much force, but hopefully enough to make some space, where he would copy her, pushing off the ground once more to go into a superman punch of his own, left fist going out for her face again.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 2, 2018 20:33:57 GMT -8
Em had to jump higher to strike Kranes face, since he was taller. So when he shifted her right fist, her left would come around toward her chin, palm still open to block his incoming strike. As she landed and he went for a superman punch of his own, Em didn't take take the same route. Instead she dipped her head down and made a move to shoot inside his guard while he was in the air. Her left hand would aim to grab his right thigh while her right would attempt to grab him by the throat and essentially try to tackle slam his ass out of the air and onto his back, Em dropping with him before leaning back a little and dropping a sharp left elbow aimed for his good eye, left hand sliding to grip his shoulder.
If she could open a cut over that eye, it would make seeing difficult. But even if she couldn't, doing damage to the face was never a good thing, especially in the tender focal points around the eye socket.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 2, 2018 21:07:29 GMT -8
She ducked his strike and went in to grab and slam him. His right hand instinctively reached up a bit for the wrist of the hand that had him at the throat, and as he was thrown he made a noise that sounded like a strangled puppy from the force applied to his neck, thought his grip would remain and his free leg would plant at her hip and stomach, he didn't quite arch his back appropriately to protect his back from the slam. Hitting the ground with his back and head, he would pull on the wrist and kick with the foot to throw Emily over him. If she held onto his knee he would roll over his own head and from a forward mount rain some punches down.
If she had let go he would roll to the side and get up to a knee quickly, as he trained to get his breathing under control. It was like his lungs had been knocked loose from the slam, which left quite the indentation ont he ground where his body had landed. She was going full force and at a hundred miles per hour. There was no build up for this, it wasn't a test, she was trying to prove something, but what he still wasn't sure of.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 2, 2018 21:26:04 GMT -8
As she got flipped her hand was forced from his neck and shoulder, but her other hand would grab back at the wrist of the arm he'd gripped to pull with the flip, using it to spin on her back so that her feet would be facing his direction as he came back in for the mount. In fact, she'd pull him in, her legs coming up to wrap around his ribcage in a body triangle choke. His fist would smash harsh against her cheek bone, the smaller female intent on utilizing her legs to tighten on his body and stifle his breathing, making it much harder for his lungs to expand and bring in air. As his fist connected with her face and bounced it off the ground, she'd wrap her own arm around his neck and attempt to pull him into a grounded guillotine, using her hips like a fulcrum to stretch and, if necessary, shred his back muscles in the process, Emily attempting to ignore the pain radiating out from behind her eyes.
Her left arm would be ready to come up and defend, however, should he slip free to try and rain down blows. She could use it, after all, to mash his face from the bottom if she had to.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 2, 2018 23:34:23 GMT -8
She was strong and using most of his strength to simply redirect his head to sit in the middle of her chest. motorboating the squeeze on his abdomen was making it difficult to breath big breaths which was stealing his breath. Taking his left fist and moving the thumb to sit on top like a spear head he would drive it into her soft flesh under the ribs meaning to cause lots of pain. With his sharpened nails it would be simple to get the nail to stab through skin, though thats about all the damage he'd be able to do. He had no way of aiming properly so he'd go to stabbing her with that thumb spearhead to his fist working like a pendelum off to the side and swinging back in until she let loose enough that he wasn't in danger of being choked out. If that worked he would pull back and try to shoot a knife hand under a knee and push Emily off so he could get out of the ground game with Emily.
He knew being down there with her would be exhausting and more or less a fit for survival for him. He didn't have the skill in a roll around to match up as he was a striker and brawler. He knew some things like advantagious position and how to ameteurishly escape some holds, so he was confident he could move out of the position if need be as long as he could find some sort of leverage.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 2, 2018 23:53:43 GMT -8
As his thumb hit she let out a slight, short and shrill scream before her right hand redirected to his lower bicep just above the elbow. She'd palm and push there, negating the strength and pressure he could apply to his fist and thumb. At the same time, her left arm would come in short to snap an elbow across his nose. If it worked she'd use the distraction of strike to try and plant her left palm under his chin and push up, forcing his body to extend and his back muscles to tighten, hopefully making it even more difficult to breathe.
This exposed her left ribcage to his right fist, but with his body extended he would be unlikely to bring any of his own considerable power to bare, as she was effectively robbing his hands and arms of back and waist strength.
She bared her teeth, ignoring the stinging pain in her side from his attempted assault on his person. All her really did was wake her up- clearly Krane was no stranger to ground game, and she wouldn't soon forget it.
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 3, 2018 0:05:31 GMT -8
With only one eye to work with it was far more difficult to watch your opponents every move, so when she moved one arm in the way of his striking he foolishly looked up as an elbow slapped into the front of his face and nose, immediately spurting blood, stunning him as his eyes watered up, shutting his eyes tight from the pain he'd let out the pained short coughing breaths, spit and blood from his nose spreying out, his hand going to her wrist again as he now felt threatened for air. Using the location of her wrist he would quickly throw his other hand in a palm strike for where he believed her elbow to be to bend it backwards and dislocate it at the elbow.
He really needed air to you know... Live, and at the time his brain wasn't thinking about this being just a fight it was in survival tactics.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 3, 2018 12:57:47 GMT -8
As her shoulder was shunted out of socket and dislocated, her head tipped back a little in pain and her legs reflexively squeezed tighter. However dangerous she knew she was, Krane was a wounded wolf, and backed into a corner they would start reacting more and more like a rabid animal. Her right fist would shoot up to punch Asiv's head as her left arm went limp. At the same time her legs would release their hold and slide quickly down to plant on his hips and kick out.
This would likely propel Krane across the ground to slam into the large boulder a little ways away from her. If it worked, she'd turn her body and lift, bluntly slamming her shoulder down on the ground and shoving it back into socket with a pained growl.
Then she'd slowly move to her feet to eye him and see where he was at.
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Post by David B. on Jan 3, 2018 13:03:01 GMT -8
David watched the screen with the smallest of smiles. She was fighting far more forwardly than he would. Aggressive. Managing the pace and wounding him. She was demonstrating a certain level of forcefulness he didn't expect....but Krane? Krane was lasting a while. A long while. He didn't expect that the Captain had gotten strong enough to hold his own against Em, or perhaps even against Stevie. But this was....he was more than impressed to say the least. Perhaps he'd have to see about allowing the young man to take on more duties, as I'm sure he was wanting.
He glanced over at Sudeki.
"What do you think so far, lightning?"
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Post by Krane Asiv on Jan 3, 2018 13:12:40 GMT -8
Krane brought his head back down when he felt the arm go limp, but it was met by a fist turning his head fromt he impact. Blood and spit flying from his mouth, sweat forming from exertion now. He was easily kicked away into the boulder where he would slide down to a knee. Impact causing the boulder to shift, his back cracking against it as his arms had went to his sides. Getting to a standing position he would lift his hands taking deep controlled breaths. Emily was every bit the monster he was used to seeing at this point, but he still couldn't figure out what she was trying to prove. He stayed ong uard, but decided to break one of his rules.
"What are you trying to prove to me, Emily?"
He breathed heavy, blood flowing from his nose and mouth. He was confused by this sudden show of force and aggression that he couldn't seperate himself and analyze the situation.
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