GTB VI. Imported from live Gaia guild archive.
Description:A square stone platform raised three feet off the ground. A stadium of a crowd surrounds the entire field (so ignore the backdrop in the above picture).
Field Measurements:
Stone Platform - 40 x 40 yards Surrounding Grass - 15 yards between the platform and the audience
Ten Count Boundary: As soon as both feet touch the grass, the ring out count begins. Going higher than forty yards into the air starts a ten count.
A man wearing a black and red uniform walked into the ring, opponent no where in sight. From his mask to the two katanas sheathed on his back, everything about him screamed weird impersonation of a ninja. Upon looking around, something seemed familiar. "Well...isn't this a bit cliché." Wade wondered how many fighting tournaments in the world featured a similar platform. He also looked at a non-existent watch on his wrist, wondering where this other guy...or girl...was at. "If I had only grabbed my teleporation belt when I put my pants on...then I could be watching Poke'mon at home, and then just come here during the commercials. Good job, Wade...you remember your Spider-man undies, but not your belt." Then his stomach seemed to start growling. Wade clutched his abdomen in pain. "Uuhhhh....anyone have a few tacos they can spare? ...hm? Anyone listening? Meh, maybe they have a seventh-inning stretch or something. They should!! Hard to cut people up on an empty stomach!! Well...might as well build up my ki while waiting." Wade sat down in one of the corners of the platform, mere feet away from the edge, and began humming, occasionally grunting as if he was constipated.
"Holy shit, that was the most fucked up morning..."
Cale walked into the arena and hopped up onto the platform, looking incredibly disgruntled. She was almost six feet tall, with a lithe, athletic body. She wore only a simple tight body suit, made of something akin to spandex. It clung to her tightly, although she didn't exactly have much in the way of assets to be revealed by the skin-tight garb. Her arms and legs were leanly muscled. Her fists were tightly wrapped and she had not a single weapon in sight. Her hair was done in a long black braid so as to keep it out of her way.
She'd awoken with the worst hangover she'd had in quite some time as a product of some sketchy booze that had been provided at the hotel. And she wasn't even going to get into the nature of the company she'd woken up to. Seriously. She'd just set those thoughts aside to deal with after the fight with...
...what?
She did a bit of a double take when she saw the man sitting in the far corner of the arena. She blinked once or twice and looked again. He had a strange, distinctive appearance... had she seen this guy on t.v. or something before? Whatever. It really didn't matter.
Not exactly in the mood for bandying many words, the tall woman hung out in her corner of the platform and cleared her throat. While she waited to get his attention, she eyed those katanas warily. They would be sure to make her life hell.
Wade was completely unaware of anything around him, lost in his own fantasy world at the moment. Hell, if Cale wanted to, she could have chopped his head off as soon as she entered the arena, and Wade wouldn't have even noticed. Thankfully, she showed a bit of sportsmanship. Hopefully she wouldn't expect any type of favor in return.
Anyways, before she even came into the picture, Wade was going on with his meditating and whatnot. Grunts and other odd noises came from his mouth (and possibly various other locations of his body -- good thing he decided not to eat tacos while waiting). Coincidentally, while his opponent was entering the arena, he finally said something. "Super Saiy-!!" Then this chick cleared her throat. Wade opened his eyes and quickly stood up, quickly walking towards the center of the arena (and closer to Cale), unsheathing his katanas while moving, clenching them tightly. He looked angry...well, you couldn't see his face, so as angry as a masked man could look. Truth be told, he was mainly about to put on a deceitful show. Everything that was to come next was simply his way of masking that he was preparing for an attack. "I was almost there!! Levels only a seemingly ever-growing-in-strength monkey could achieve. And you fucking interrupted me!!"
Bam!! Wade suddenly stopped walking, as if something physically hit him. Something did hit him, but it wasn't tangible. "Wait, wait, waiiitttt...are you my opponent? Well, why didn't you say something?!" Wade left no time to response before jumping to conclusions. "Oi, should we start sometime soon? Or maybe we can forget about this whole fighting thing and go grab some Mexican? Wait, are you Mexican? Cause if you are...pun totally intended. But, uh...choice is yours." Funny thing is...while saying all of this, he was still fiercely holding on to his blades of glory, not that he nicknamed them that or anything...I can assure you...he's not an ice skater.
[Charges: 1]
Cale wasn't a particularly 'good sport', or at least she wasn't planning to be from that point on. At any other time, she may have found his demeanor amusing. But at the moment, she really wasn't enjoying having the lunatic in red and black scream nonsense at her. It made her head hurt.
"Uh huh..." She wasn't entirely sure if he was hitting on her, or just... ranting. In any case, she decided to tune him out in her attempt to focus. She wasn't just going to stand around and listen to him babbling. Whether or not she picked up on the fact that he was stalling, Cale in general was not a very patient woman. Now. How to get in close without getting immediately chopped up by those swords of his?
She spent a split moment debating. How cut up would she get if she charged him, and how much was an acceptable price to pay for getting in to prime melee range? Being unarmed, she realized that she was at the distinct disadvantage. She really should have just initiated the fight while he was still sitting there with his weapons sheathed.
Content to interrupt his rambling, Cale suddenly broke into a run from her standing position and surged forward as if to rush directly at her opponent, however she anticipated that he would at least take a slice at her with one of those katanas of his. To that end, as soon as she judged herself to be within his range, she would let herself drop to the ground, almost into a baseball slide of sorts, to hopefully get under the anticipated attack and through his defenses.
She would waste no time in reaching up to grab him, in the hopes of pulling him to the ground. It was an admittedly dirty move right off the bat, as she felt no moral compunction against going right for the low blow. Literally. One hand would grasp for a belt, a part of his suit, anything she could grab. Her second handhold would be right between the legs, gripping none too gently as she would bring her immense strength into play to smash him bodily into the ground behind her. She was stronger than she had any right to be, considering her size and build. If the attack was successful, she would slam him into the ground with devastating force.
If she made it to him without getting too badly sliced up, of course.
So, she wasn't the talkative type, eh? How dull. Well, at least she chose to begin the fight. As she took off, Wade seemed to glance down to his katanas, although he was constantly looking at Cale. "Looks like she's in a hurry to be impaled, boys!! Too bad she turned down my offer though. I could really settle for some Mexican." She continued to get closer as Wade spoke. Depending on how fast she could run, he might not have even been able to finish his statement.
As she ran, other than speak, Wade appeared to make a single preparation; he positioned his body so that his left side faced the girl, rather than the front of his body. He was mentally preparing himself for various, likely situations, as well. If she just ran straight at him, stab to the chest. If she ran to the left, stab to the chest. To the right? You guessed it, stab to the chest. But what if she went down on hi-...the ground? Stab to the chest, maybe? To initiate a "baseball" slide, you need to initiate it slightly before reaching your target, and in terms of fighting someone with an extended reach (due to his katanas), it kind of just left you open. Plus, when you factor in the fact that Wade's reaction time is well above the average human's, it's practically suicide. Anywhere from a tenth to two tenths of a second after Cale showed any sign of getting closer to the ground, Wade would begin his attack. It was simple, a thrust towards the ground, and in this case, towards Cale. Given his height, the length of his arm (from shoulder to the wrist) was about 22 or 23 inches. The length of the actual blade of the katana was 25 inches long. Add on a few inches to account for the katana's placement in his hands, and you're looking at about 50 inches. Based on that, as long as the chick wasn't a midget, she would definitely make contact with Wade, with her feet at least. And unless she could bend her legs in the opposite direction that they're supposed to, that simply meant that she'd be able to make contact with Wade's foot or lower shin. All that would do is possibly make him fall forward, getting him closer to her. If she hoped to make contact with him using her hands though, good luck. Well before that, she'd be taking a katana to the right side of her chest, which would stab into her lung. Lucky for her (and for Wade, since killing is against the rules), the sharp side of his blade was pointed down, meaning the blade wouldn't continue cutting upwards, which would also mean that her subclavian artery wouldn't be cut (which lies underneath the clavicle (collar bone)). Most people think the most lethal artery to sever is the carotid. Certainly in combat, it's much easier to get to, because there aren't any bones protecting it. Truth is, while harder to get to, you would die quicker if the subclavian artery were to be severed. So again, lucky for Cale, eh?
Anyways, Wade would be satisfied if he merely stabbed into her lung. That alone would force her to require medical treatment rather quickly, not to mention make it hell to breathe and fight. There was, however, always the chance that she could stop the blade from ever reaching her chest. She could always risk losing her hands or something similar.
[Charges: 2]
BJW81_RawR Wrote:
Now, Cale realized that she was in for hell from those katanas before she could even hope to get in close enough to her opponent. He'd have had to have been stupid not to thwart her attempts at a grab - she'd rather hoped he was stupid. As it was though, Cale was not at a complete loss and he was not the only one with exceptional reflexes. Although, certainly, her method of defense could hardly be considered cautious.
Warned by the glint of the katana as it was raised into the air for the downward thrust, Cale instinctively threw her left arm up to shield herself from the blow. She was lucky that the attack was a thrust, instead of a slice. The slicing power of a katana would easily be able to lop her forearm clean in two. As it so happened, the weapon would pierce her forearm instead of her chest. Blood sprayed as the metal easily parted skin and muscle and splintered bone. The force of the blow drove her arm back down against her body, and the blade still dug into her torso, but at least the attack was prevented from completely piercing her chest and lung.
Beads of sweat already gathering on her brow, she clenched her teeth and a snarl of pain and anger ripped from her throat. But if Cale had one thing going for her, it was the supernatural ability to take a beating and an immense tolerance for pain. She'd spent years stripping her mind of the fear of getting hit, because it only held you back in combat.
Granted, she'd also guaranteed the loss of any use of her left hand, making it effectively useless. Which was a real bummer.
Even while the blade basically pinned her arm to her chest, her opponent was within easy range of her long legs. Skidding to a halt on her back, she quickly brought her right leg into the chamber position and then snapped her foot out in a devastating kick that should connect her heel with the side of his kneecap, aiming to shatter it.
She would waste no time in twisting to wrench her arm free of the blade (eliciting another bright red spray and a gasp of pain from herself) and then rolling her body forward into him; first up onto her heels into a crouch, and then pushing off her bunched up legs and hopefully propelling both of them to the ground in a heavy tackle. She had paid the costly price in blood to get so close, and it was imperative for her to stay that way if she wanted even a chance at success.
Shin~The ladle monster! Wrote:
Well, it wasn't as he had hoped, but it would work. He aimed to hinder her entire fighting ability, but the loss of her hand was still significant. Now as not the time to relish in victory though. Cale pulled her leg back. It was clear what she was attacking, considering the only thing in reasonable range would be his left leg. In fact, his posture made it the easy target. That was, however, the main point in turning sideways rather than facing directly at her. The initial reason was to extend the reach of his katana. But in terms of defense, it limited the amount of targets she had. The whole right side of his body was hidden behind the left. With all that and the fact that Cale was wasn't in range to do anything with her other hand made it easy to predict what was coming next.
In response, Wade barely lifted his leg up off the ground, which was all he was able to do. It was all that the speed of the kick allowed, but it would be a considerable difference. If she were to connect with the knee while his foot was on the ground, two things would make it easy for her to snap his leg. One, it was the knee; it was much easier to snap the leg at the knee instead of the solid bone of the femur (above the knee) or the tibia and fibula (lower leg). Secondly, having his foot on the ground added resistance. So his method of defense, which took focus off of the knee and reduced resistance, would make a huge difference. Rather than breaking any part of his leg, it would simply force his leg backwards into his other leg, which made his posture odd and made it difficult to balance. Thus, with Cale's next maneuver, they were headed to the ground.
As Wade moved towards the ground, he did a few things. One, after Cale somehow got her arm free from his blade, he'd try his best to toss it as far away as possible. On the ground, it would do him no good to have his hand occupied, and he didn't want to give Cale the opportunity to obtain a weapon, especially in a position of dominance. Another thing would be the release of his other katana as well. Before this, however, he activated one of his abilities, although Cale would have no way to know this without a way to look at his right katana, which in mid-tackle, was behind her. What this ability did, exactly, would be discovered in the near future.
When they hit the ground, Wade would waste no time in defending, hoping his opponent wasn't adept in jui-jitsu. He tried doing three, specific things immediately. One was to wrap his legs around her back and then lock them together at the ankles. Second was to use his right arm/hand to pull Cale's head towards his chest, mainly to prevent her from creating separation. Lastly, using his left hand/arm, he pinned her right arm, the only arm she could use, to his own body; if possible, he'd aim for the upper portion of her arm; if not, the forearm would do.
One last thing should be mentioned. When he dropped his katanas earlier, they should have made two, distinguishable noises. For one, it was on opposite sides of Cale, so she should have heard roughly the same noise on both sides of her. There should have also been minor differences in the sound, assuming the blades didn't coincidentally fall in the exact, same manner. The thing is, if she was even paying attention to such a thing in the midst of focusing on taking Wade down, she would have only heard one of the blades touch the ground, and that one was to her right. Wade's right katana, on the other hand, stood suspended in the air. Due to the range of the ability and the fact that Wade's target was between himself and the blade, there was little room to manipulate the blade. At most, he could get the tip of the blade maybe a few inches away from Cale's body, and his only target would be the upper portion of her body. But why would that be such a bad thing? There was no reason why he'd want his blade to be anywhere else. Literally within two seconds of touching the ground, assuming Cale couldn't escape due to Wade's preparations, she would feel the tip of his blade on the middle of her back. "Looks like you should have taken me up on the Mexican thing. This position would be much more enjoyable in different context." Mid-speech, the blade would pierce through her back, severing her spinal cord. If successful, she would definitely live, and could hopefully be healed, but it would be impossible to move certain parts of her body afterwards. It was impossible to tell where the spine would be severed, but it was definitely in the upper thoracic area, which could lead to various different results. Even if Cale somehow avoided this, unless she escaped, Wade could continuously try doing the same thing over and over again, unless she escaped this position.
BJW81_RawR Wrote:
Wade was smart to avoid the shattering of his kneecap, but what he couldn't have predicted was the sheer strength of her kick. Yes, Cale was well-muscled, especially for a woman, but logically she'd no right to be as physically strong as she was based on her body type. Her strength far outclassed that of most women, and most men for that matter. So even though he would not lose his kneecap, the sheer force of Cale's heel driving into Wade's leg would do more than simply knock him off balance - it would hurt like hell and force his legs out from beneath him completely. Not that the end result was much different, as she still tackled him to the ground while he was unstable.
Cale didn't notice that the second katana never reached the ground. All she knew was that he suddenly didn't have either weapon, and the two of them were locked in a grapple.
This was perfect.
True, he did a good job at maneuvering himself into a hold. But she was still on top of him, and once in close quarters like this, she would be able to bring her strength (which was very likely superior to her opponent's) into play for real. His legs locked around her thin waist, and he managed to successfully pull her right forearm against his body, pinning it there. But she wouldn't allow him to restrict the movement of her head. Even as they were tumbling and he used his arm to draw her head closer to his chest, Cale braced her useless left arm against the ground, sending jolts of intense pain shooting up from her arm but any purchase she could gain was worth it. She engaged all the muscles in her core and back, and strained against his grip. Quite purposefully, she bit a large chunk off her inside cheek. The blood welled up in her mouth, thick and hot and metallic. She spat a spray of saliva and blood right onto his mask, to obscure his vision and distract him. Afterward she suddenly stopped straining against his arm and reversed direction, smashing her forehead directly into his face. The force he had exerted trying to tug her head toward him could only help the forward momentum of her headbutt.
Of course, unless the headbutt somehow distracted him from his telekinetic katana, and assuming he could still accurately stab it at her with obscured vision, Cale would at that point feel the blade of the katana tickling her back. Without waiting to listen to his obligatory banter, she reacted immediately. The flaw with her opponent's hold on her, was that although he had restricted her upper body, her legs went unaccounted for. And Cale's legs were the strongest part of her body - grunting in a most unladylike fashion, she gripped the floor of the arena with her toes and straightened her legs with all her might. Basically, she took it upon herself to propel both of them forward as far as she possibly could with one good shove. She was well able to carry their combined weight, although such a feat didn't happen instantaneously. She would be able to lunge them both forward, but not able to escape the attack unscathed. The tip of the katana left a long scratch along her back as she moved against it, and when the blade stabbed down, it still buried itself in her flesh. It would pierce her lower back instead of upper, causing her to scream in pain.
Still, she had him in her clutches, and wasn't about to let him go. Thanks to his own maneuver, Cale's right arm was around him in a hug of sorts, leaving her hand to clutch at his back. She wrapped both her arms around his torso then, although she couldn't grip at anything with her useless left hand. She began rocking them both from side to side on the ground, trying to gain the momentum necessary to flip them around so as to use his body to shield her from the aerial attack of the sword. At the very least, the constant movement would make it incredibly difficult to steadily aim for any particular location on her exposed back again.
Oddly enough, despite the fact that it was her left arm that was injured, it was Cale's right arm that began to twitch and seize up. She gasped in pain again, as the skin on her right hand began to bubble and ooze grotesquely, not that he would be able to see it behind his back. She dug her fingernails uselessly into the skin just off the center of his back, her nails not even breaking the fabric of his suit let alone the skin.
[ Charges: 1 ]
Shin~The ladle monster! Wrote:
The girl was stronger than he initially thought. This, however, wouldn't alter his tactic. So far, she had managed to land two blows on him. One, a kick to the lower leg. The other, a headbutt to his right cheek (considering he looked away upon having blood and saliva being spat on him). Who knows? If the force behind her headbutt was overly-strengthened like her kick was, it may have fractured his cheek bone. Other than hurt like hell and make Wade a little dizzy for a few seconds, it wouldn't do much else, perhaps expect slightly obscure the vision of his right eye. "Hope they screen everyone for HIV!!"
Throughout the whole thing, Wade would do two things, considering there wasn't much else to do. Firstly, upon not being able to do anything with her head/neck, he wanted to extend the reach of his katana...or rather, increase the amount of areas he could attack. To do this, he simply placed his right hand/arm on her back, as far "south" as possible while also being safe from his own katana. The second was basically twitching of his hand and fingers, which was the sign of him controlling his katana. This would be done after and during the time his katana punctured Cale's lower back. The thing is, he had no idea where it made touched, so he also had no idea what kind of injuries she'd face. There were so many possibilities. He could have cut into the stomach, spleen, liver, kidneys, most likely one of the intestines, gallbladder, etc. You also had muscles, veins, and arteries. There were definitely a lot of options, and it was practically impossible to miss all of them. One thing would be true though, the damaging of only one of these was highly unlikely. Not with the initial stab itself, but with what was to follow. Upon stabbing into Cale's back, Wade caused the blade to slide down towards her feet. Her decision to move forward would only help with this process. Depending on the location of the blade, this could cause the damage to extend down to her legs. Furthermore, if the initial stab was higher on the back (which was more likely due to Wade targeting her upper back), there would be even more damage than if it started lower on her back. Unfortunately, he was limited to only being able to cause the blade to move downwards. If the blade faced the opposite direction, he could have targeted her lungs again, and damaging the heart would have been possible. Additional symptoms could have also began occurring due to blood loss. After all, she was now bleeding out of three different areas; her arm, her back, and, although not that significant, her mouth.
Then she began rocking from side to side, apparently trying to flip Wade over and use him as a human shield against his own attack. Considering the blade was still in her (although it might have exited the southern-most part of her body by now), he was unsure of what this would accomplish. Either way, upon finishing his attack, he knew his time was coming to end. Not in terms of his life or anything, but when it came to manipulating his katana. So, in response, he edged the blade to Cale's left side, moving it as far away as possible.
As for the combatants, position...that would depend on Cale. If she ceased the rocking, Cale would simply be on top of him still, in which case, Wade would proceed to begin punching her in the neck. Depending on which way her face was pointed towards, he would be striking one of three things. The trachea, which would make it difficult to breathe, plus hurt like a bitch. The back of her neck, which wouldn't do much unless he caused an injury. Or the side of the neck, which could cause damage similar to the back of the neck, but would also stun her due to a pressure point called the Brachial Plexus Origin. The result from that could also cause unconsciousness, and could even kill due to damage to the spine, but a mental stun was more common.
On the other hand, if she didn't stop rocking from side to side, Wade would use this momentum to get on top of her, in which case, he would be in the mount position. He would then punch Cale in the trachea a single time, then focus on her face with both fists, hitting the nose, cheek, forehead, mouth...basically everything to be hit on the front portion of her head. All of this was mainly guessing, due to being somewhat blind, although it a lot of the blood and saliva could have easily slide down his mask or flew off when the two flipped. He didn't particularly have defense in mind, and didn't even notice Cale trying to scratch his back.
Throughout all of this, the sound of metal making contact with the arena would be heard, meaning his katana struck the ground, which likely also meant that he could no longer manipulate it.
BJW81_RawR Wrote:
It certainly seemed as if Cale had done everything within her power to help her opponent beat the shit out of her. She'd run headlong into his attacks, and was bleeding from multiple locations. The wound in her mouth didn't bother her, although her arm was on fire and still slowly gushing blood because she wouldn't give it a rest. There was also a long gash trailing from her lower back (as opposed to her upper, due to her forward movement right before the blade pierced her) all the way down toward her rear. With the injury to her back now, she'd also gone and made it pretty clear that her legs weren't going to be of much more use during this fight either. She seemed to have a reckless disabandon for her own well-being. She was heavily relying on being able to receive good care from the infirmary after the battle - she would need it in a bad way, even with her body's ability to recover fully given enough time after the fight.
Still, despite the numerous disabilities that had been imposed on her, she clung to her opponent with no intentions of letting go. She was nothing if not tenacious.
Unfortunately for Cale, her attempts to flip them over proved fruitless, she must have been losing steam indeed. However, in the end, it didn't work out too badly for her all things considered. She had been willing to give up the position of dominance (if she could even be considered the dominant one in her incredibly wounded state) only to shield herself from any potential subsequent attacks from the floating sword. So as soon as she heard the metallic clang of the katana dropping to the arena, she gratefully ceased her rocking attempts to flip them over, before he could use that momentum to do it himself.
Even as Wade's fist began sailing toward her neck, Cale let out one last gasp of pain - before the punch connected oddly enough - and the reason why soon became apparent. Cale's right hand, the one clutching at his back, practically exploded with thick blonde fur and, more importantly, claws. Wicked claws that extended from her fingernails to plunge directly into the center of his back right between the shoulder blades. Now, Cale wasn't intentionally aiming for anything vital, but she also wasn't a medical expert on human anatomy. She knew how to hurt people, plain and simple. About two inches long each, Cale dug her claws into his back and dragged downward, aiming to leave five jagged gashes on either side of his spine.
As she was facing him head on, his punch would land on the trachea, if it still landed at all after Cale's attack. It would hurt like a bitch, but at least it wasn't another attack that would draw even more blood. She would choke as she tried to properly resume her breathing, and instinctively make a fist of her right hand, like grabbing a handful of meat and bone around his spine and clenching tightly.
At the same time, she would try to force herself upright enough so she could maneuver her left arm between their bodies. Such a thing shouldn't be impossible, if there were already enough space between them for him to punch freely at her throat in any case. She would shove the entire arm up against his throat and begin pushing him back into the ground of the arena, trying to pin or suffocate him. Her vision was beginning to swim a little, and she hoped she could perhaps make him pass out before she did from blood loss.
Shin~The ladle monster! Wrote:
Well, seemed like Wade was finished. Despite all of his attempts, it seemed like all he could accomplish was the disabling of Cale's left hand...and a shit load of pain. Well, he had also disabled her legs, but he had no way of knowing this. He figured the back wound would cause more apparent damage, but it seemed to just piss her off. Was her endurance really that great? And what of her strength? Losing as much blood as she did would normally cause some sort of weakness or dizziness, but perhaps what she was showing was a weakened state?
Again, seemed like Wade was finished. He had one more "trick" up his sleeve, but given Cale's apparent strength, it would likely be impossible, although without her legs, maybe it would work, considering she couldn't resist much, aside from with her right hand, which was now an animal-esque deformity. Upon scratching his back...well, scratch was an understatement...but when it happened, Wade's first punch was interrupted. He went into a defensive mind-set. With his left arm, the one that had been pinning Cale's arm all along, he tried to push his left hand in between Cale's arm and her body. If this was accomplished, he's try pushing it outwards, away from his back. Given her strength though, this was probably unlikely, so this was only a secondary approach. His primary approach would be to create separation. So, while attempting the maneuver with his left arm, he used the rest of his body to try getting her off of him. With his other hand/arm, he pressed against her chest, side, shoulder or practically anything he could use to push her away from him. Using his legs, he would kick forward. This resulted in his upper leg pushing against her hips. By combining this with kicking her own upper legs (simultaneously switching between the two actions), he would hope to push her away...all hopefully before she had time to grasp his spine (or the area around it), which had a slim chance of success. In the end, regardless of whether or not this attempt was done successfully, he'd be injured even more than just the initial scratch on his own back. If he failed, she would obviously succeed in practically holding his life in her hands. If he accomplished his goal though, he would still be left with a longer scratch, either moving further down his back...or traveling down his side, depending on how Cale had her hand positioned...and whether or not he could manage to get her claws away from his skin. The sad thing was the fact that Wade didn't even have time to blurt out a smart ass comment.
BJW81_RawR Wrote:
Cale's endurance and stamina were indeed great, in fact, her ability to take a shit load of a beating was something she relied on greatly in order to win a fight. Against an opponent with a weapon, especially katanas, she basically had to take whatever hits were necessary in an attempt to bull rush through an initial attack and get close enough to land a heavy hit. That being said, her body could only function on sheer stubbornness and adrenaline for so long. The reality was that she was fading fast. The arm was... manageable, but the more recent injury to her back was much more serious. The more she exerted herself, the more she found her legs were twitching and spasming apparently of their own accord, and it felt as if her back were on fire,pain and hot blood still radiating from the wound. Her initial adrenaline shock was quickly draining away, and along with it, much of her strength. Wade's 'trick' would be much more successful than he might have thought based on her performance thus far.
There was little Cale could actually do to prevent him from pushing her away, once he got his arm to her chest. Her right hand was obviously otherwise occupied, so there was no way she could brace herself with it. Her left arm, which had been stressing against his throat, had been in a good enough position... Except for the fact that the blood gushing from it made it slippery and she was unable to put the hand itself to much use. So her arm slid from his throat as soon as he began seriously resisting, if only because her own blood reduced the friction so much.
The worst was when he kicked out - his legs had been wrapped around her waist beforehand, and the movement jostled her in such a way that it aggravated the wound in her back. Again, Cale didn't have any particularly great knowledge of anatomy (in fact, she'd been a high school dropout and never really pursued education), but it was apparent something important had been badly injured. Another shock of pain, this one much more intense than before, jolted through her body at the same time Wade used both hands to push her away.
She wasn't able to resist anymore, and she had a choice; roll to the left, or roll off of him to the right. Considering that she didn't really want to rip the man's spine out, and she didn't want to land on her left arm, she grunted and let him push her away to the right, her right arm still pinned beneath his body.
Something... Something wasn't right with her. Her eyes had begun to glaze over and her expression was contorted, twitching. In fact, her entire body began twitching uncontrollably. Luckily (or perhaps Cale had the presence of mind to do so) her palm twitched and forced her hand open, rather than clenching further into a fist. She didn't seem to have much control over her own body, and of all things the claws began to recede again, shrinking back toward her fingers, but not becoming human again. Her hand and claws were becoming smaller, and the thick blonde fur was racing up her arm toward her elbow, even as the arm seemed to shrivel and her elbow joint began to reverse itself grotesquely.
The truth of the matter was that Cale had blacked out for a moment, and in that moment instinct had taken over her body, forcing it to begin a transformation against her will. Upon regaining consciousness, she would have to devote the entirety of her attention to holding the agonizing process at bay, and none to defending herself. And so after getting only one truly solid blow against her opponent, her own body had rendered her helpless thanks to the amount of pain she had endured on the receiving end of that katana.
Shin~The ladle monster! Wrote:
As Wade tried as hard as possible to get this chick off of him, which, in any other context, he wouldn't be trying to do, he came to a realization; she wasn't, or couldn't, resist as much as she normally would have. The back wound she faced from his katana must have done more than he initially thought. That definitely changed things. Wade went from thinking it was over to having hope...and who knows? Maybe he still had the advantage. He couldn't truly determine this in his position.
As Cale rolled off of Wade, he immediately rolled the opposite direction and got to his feet, scanning his surroundings while keeping primary focus on the girl. At the same time, he winced in pain and breathed oddly. Not just heavily, but as if he was partially gasping for breath. Both the pressure on his throat and his own back injury took a toll on his respiratory system. Evident by the blood on the ground where he had just lay, and the trail of blood leading from it to his current position, Cale had delivered a significant blow. At the very least, a few of his ribs were broken, and one of his lungs were likely injured. Despite the issue with breathing, he felt the need to speak again, but held his tongue. For once in his life, he knew it wasn't the time or place.
When Wade realized what was going on with Cale, both her odd transformation process and the fact that she wasn't getting him, he was astonished. She was definitely strong. To do what she had just done with such a wound meant he had definitely underestimated her. And despite not being quite human himself, he didn't expect someone to transform into something so animalistic. Not out of naivety or ignorance...he simply wasn't used to such a thing. He would have to watch out for something similar in the future.
To add on to it, he was now probably overestimating her. Instead of dashing for his katanas, he did something else. Despite having seemingly lost three of her four limbs, Wade didn't want to take the chance with another close-quartered combat assault. Instead, he wanted to at least keep a decent distance from her, which was evident by the selection of his next weapon. Wade reached to his hips and grabbed two, barely-evident dagger-like blades, each with a handle five inches long, and a blade that was seven inches long. He coughed up a little blood as his breathing continued to be abnormal, most of it running down the inside of his mask, but some of it soaked through. He didn't worry about that, but he would wipe the remaining blood off of his eyes. "Sorry to end it this way, Mexican Chick, but..." *'Wait...I never figured out if she was Mexican. Damn non-talkative people...'* Only pausing about a second after speaking in a weakened tone of voice, Wade began a throwing motion with both of his arms. His target? Cale's right arm. The limb left wide open after Wade had been laying on it. It was really the only non-lethal target left. The problem though? Cale had damaged one side of his body more than the other (two claws vs. three). So his aim was a bit off with his left. While one throwing knife would plunge into her upper arm (bicep region), assuming she didn't move or defend against it, the other would would miss. Instead of hitting his intended target, which was her forearm, it hit the ground, bouncing off of it, causing the handle to strike Cale in the chest. In addition to partially missing his target, the throwing action hurt like hell. He decided it was best not to do anything else unless necessary, so now his arms just hung at his sides. "Hey, Chica. You gonna pass out yet or something...or am I gonna have to become a Wife beater? Speaking of which..." Wade dropped to one knee. What the hell was he thinking? He was gonna propose in the midst of a battle? When it seemed like Wade was gonna speak again, he instead coughed up more blood. Seems like he was only kneeling in pain. Huh. That was a close one. Anyways, Wade reached up to his neck with his right hand and seemed to try grabbing something. Shortly after, as he moved his hand upwards, skin could be seen from his neck. Then the entire mask came off. A very disfigured face was now revealed, both from many cuts and burns he had received...or maybe this was normal for his kind? Probably not though. The blood that came from his mouth was now more clear as it dripped from his jawline to the ground. "Phew, much easier to breathe with that thing off..." The theory behind his mask was to cover up his hideous face, and given the condition of it, that theory wasn't hard to believe at all. "Tacos, anyone?" Man, it sure would be embarrassing if this fight wasn't over yet.
BJW81_RawR Wrote:
Cale had shut her eyes, her expression still contorted in pain and her chest heaving as she drew in breath after ragged breath. She didn't even pay any heed to Wade when he got to his feet, free to grab any of his weapons. Her mind was elsewhere, all of her attention turned internally to hold the beast at bay. He could have literally done just about anything he wanted to her in that moment.
While Wade had all the time in the world to take aim with his daggers, she seemed to just be laying there on the arena floor. But it soon became apparent that she must have been doing something, because the fur began receding back down into the skin of her arm and the sound of bone grating could be heard as her elbow joint slowly began rotating around again, back to where it should be. Her arm was lengthening and filling out again, and the twitching of her body had begun to lessen... until the blade thudded into the bicep of her misshapen but otherwise previously uninjured arm. She grunted at the force of it, but in reality the transformation already had her feeling as if a dozen red-hot knives were plunging into the limb anyway. The transformation that had begun with her arm halted completely, leaving the limb half human. She didn't dare continue the process while the metal was still embedded in her skin, nor could she maneuver her left hand well enough to grab the dagger and pull it out.
Cale cracked one amber eye open, and searched until she found her opponent kneeling on the ground in front of her. She winced, coughed, and yet... finally showed the first ghost of a smile since their match had begun.
"Don't you... ever... shut up?"
She gasped the words out, rolling her eyes with her teeth bared in a wolfish smile that was part grimace. At least she'd avoided getting her own lung punctured, for all the good it did her. Unfortunately the source of her own great strength and endurance was also her biggest drawback, if she wasn't careful. And Cale certainly wasn't known for being careful. An overload of physical or emotional stress, and she was rendered helpless while her body tried to take on a more adequate shape for fight or flight. It took all of her concentration to combat and reverse such a change.
Dimly hearing him ask if anyone was up for tacos, Cale gave it a few moments and then wheezed a mumbled reply with dry humor.
"...not even my real colour. Heh, I'm not mexican... I'm a blonde..."
For a moment she looked as if she were trying to struggle into an upright position, or at least turn around enough to grip the dagger with her teeth, but she couldn't reach it without twisting her back in an agonizing manner. She fell back to the arena, splayed out, and instead she gingerly lifted her left arm and tapped the ground several times in the universal symbol of yielding. Oddly enough, despite being on the verge of unconciousness, she seemed in a better mood than she had been at the beginning of the fight.
Shin~The ladle monster! Wrote:
When Wade seen Cale's arm changing once again, he felt as if his goal could never be reached. But shortly after, he came to the realization that she practically couldn't do anything. Well, it wasn't sudden, but she could have had some trick up her sleeve that enabled the fight to continue. After all, she had to have more than just heightened strength/endurance and a single transformation. The question was brought up: did Wade ever shut up? "Of course I occasionally shut up...mostly when other people are talking, although sometimes not even then. Why do people have such a huge issue with talking? Does my voice cause your eyes to bleed or something?" He didn't expect an answer, but it was a question he asked himself all the time, considering at least half the people he ever comes in contact with wants to sew his mouth shut.
Cale also revealed that she wasn't Mexican. Damn. Did that mean she turned down his offer for tacos, though? Oh well, didn't matter. What did matter was what she did next. Submit. Knowing she was also going to lose consciousness eventually, he spoke. **"Heh, wonder if the ruling with be a submission and a knock out..."** A submission normally happens when...well, when someone is placed into a submission technique, but Cale simply did so before losing consciousness. Hopefully the judges didn't find submission worse than a knock out. Now that the fight was over, though, Wade walked towards Cale, bending over to pick up one of his katana, placing it in the proper sheath. The other katana was somewhere on the other side of Cale, but he'd worry about that later. After all, it would have been rude to just walk away. Might as well wait till the medical team intervened. Besides, what if one of the fans tried raping her or something? At that moment, something unmentionable raced through Wade's mind...but it quickly went to the back of his head, causing Wade to laugh. While waiting for medical attention to arrive, Wade knelt down next to Cale. Part of the reason was not wanting to leave yet, as aforementioned, but he also didn't want to leave his throwing knives. First he picked up the one on the ground, placing it at his left hip, then quickly removed the other from her arm, placing that one at his opposite hip without wiping off the blood.
BJW81_RawR Wrote:
Consciousness quickly slipping away, Cale once more didn't respond to her opponent's banter, although this time a weak smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Either that, or she was just twitching in pain, hard to tell. Regardless, once he knelt down and pulled the knife out of her arm, Cale focused the rest of her energy toward returning the limb to normal. Her entire body was tense throughout the transformation, her teeth gritted in pain, especially as the wound in her bicep was twisted and moved as her arm reverted to that of a regular human. Afterward, that one final task completed, a sigh escaped her lips and her body went limp as she lost consciousness for real this time.
