HoH season 08. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
THE CAGE
Spectators surround the cage, awaiting a much anticipated fight. Two men enter, one man leaves. Strikers disabled.
Terrain
General - A hexagonal cage traps the fighters within, and keeps spectators out. The fighting area is twenty feet across from either wall. The cage itself is fifteen feet high.
Weapons - The cage's sides are lined with weapons, this provides items such as swords, knives, a toothbrush, clubs, axes, sticks, and the like.
Bonus Effects - Striker assists are barred.
She had been surprised that the first rounds would start so soon. It had been mid-evening when dinner had been held and the Opening Ceremonies conducted.
Several hours had passed and nobody had slept. Not a problem for her, but her teammates... Silver in particular looked like he was going to fall asleep standing up.
It had taken a bit to get herself out of that foofy gown and tame her hair into something acceptable for fighting. Changed and sporting her team trench over top of her battle robes, long sword at her hip. She strode into match area designated as the 'CAGE'.
She stopped and blinked.
Of course... 'The Cage' what else would you call a GIANT Cage but what it was? Her curiosity was whetted. And she made a disappointed face. It was painfully obvious now.
"We're gonna' fight... in there?"
She questioned to nobody in particular.
"Hmmmm."
Screw that noise. If they had transportation offered to them, then they took it and Lazenca slept. He loved him some sleep, but he wasn't going to fall over if he was missing it. No, being up three days in a row was fairly common when he had a great amount of things to do. Lately, he'd kinda leveled out.
"Yeah," he answered. "in there." Lazenca checked his FIGHTER to see what he could see about his competitor, and noticed that the normally green lights or whatever indicating the Strikers, had been greyed out.
"...Special rules?"
She studied the panel of her FIGHTER, that had a tiny monitor display in LCD.
"No strikers...."
She glanced at Laz and shrugged.
"That'll make things interesting."
Silver stood beside the other two, having arrived at the same time, but too beat to be particularly talkative.
He would just regularly yawn, and look about for their opponents. Eventually, he piped up, putting in his two cents, if only to keep himself awake.
"Man, I don't like the look of this stage... there's crazy crap all over the walls... and if we can't striker assist, we can't bail each other out of tight spots..."
He was particularly upset at the fact the tournament for some reason had stage that disabled it's primary feature, the striker system. If anything, he thought there should have been stages that encouraged it, not worse than the opposite, removing it all together.
But he kept his big mouth shut. No telling what would happen if he complained too much. An eliminator or judge might come outta nowhere and kick him right in the jewels.
Hey, come on, he was exhausted. It seemed feasible to him at the time.
The first member of Team Fist arrived at the battle location. Valentine felt no surprise at the location chose for the combat, but that there was weapons lining the walls. Valentine was no expert with the weapons so that immediately discouraged him. At least the Rock Fist gloves he wore, can protect his hands from bladed weapons if he need grab one. Looking around he would view what he believed to be the opposing team. He calmly walked over to the three and stopped putting his hand out to shake hands with them. "Hello, my name is Valentine of Team Fist. I hope that we can have a nice clean fight."
He scoffed. "You... can't be seriously that tired. I'd tell you to go to sleep, if we weren't at our match already. You might be able to catch a power nap, if it'll help you before--"
Someone showed up. He'd be the first to shake hands 'cause he was closer or something. "Lazenca, Frozen Flame. Likewise. The rest of your team...?"
Why was Sun dragging his likely-bare a**?
Too many forms of grinning would be on Rys face, and with good reason. All sorts of swords, sticks, and other random weaponry scaled the tournament walls. It was like as if they had already set up the arena in his favor. Now all that remained was the throw down, and while Ry continued his small exploration of the cage by over viewing certain areas, Ry took notice to the other (side?) of the cage. 'Twas Val, though that wasn't the part that made Ryosuke so surprised.
.......'The fu......??
Ryosuke had never seen Val this friendly or this kind enough to walk up to his opponents and start shaking hands before. It was starting to creep Ry out; almost enough that the fake smiles he was sporting made his arms shiver. No way was this the same Val Ry was getting to know......Unless.........
Kyo....Yeah, must have been Val’s alter ego, the nicer half might have been the better way to put it. Though regardless it didn't make any difference to the inevitable showdown. I guess now all that was left to decide was who fought who, and what the conditions for the match would be. Past that, Ry simply took a lay back against the cage (a part of the cage without some knife, or pull-arm stabbing him in the back) and awaited his time.
True, this wasn't Team Urameshi, but its still a fight, which was about the only logic Ry knew, or cared about.
Teira made a sympathetic face and tousled Silver's hair. She felt bad for him. The dark circles under his eyes were a testament to how tired he was. She felt almost guilty, that she herself was utterly fine.
Still she had been worried back at the Hotel so she'd brought Silver something.
Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out an energy drink and handed it to him.
"There's four more in there if you need 'em."
Teira who hadn't been feeling well earlier was now bouncing with energy. Her whole being anticipated the match ahead of them.
Her eyes gleamed with blood thirsty intent as she took stock of all the weapons lining the walls.
There would be much blood letting!
She heard footsteps in the distance and turned a keen eye, she knew it wasn't Sun due to the lack of metallic resonances in the footfalls. But she wanted to see who they were fighting.
Valentine came over and introduced himself cordially and after Laz, she offered her hand with a charismatic grin.
Her inner dialog went something like this:
Aw, he seems so nice, I almost feel bad. Please don't hate me if we mangle you too badly mister nice man!
Outwardly she said:
"Teira of Frozen Flame. I look forward to it!"
She grinned as she waved to the back of the room where another man had entered. She figured he was also a member of Team FIST.
While she waited, she stretched herself out, warming and limbering up.When everyone was here she was gonna be ready to go!
Sunstrike had been suspiciously absent during a lot of the event.
Oh, glimpses of him dressed in the white of the tuxedo's were had. At least ten or twenty people would swear they'd seen the red head. But as to when, or even if he'd managed more then a simple hello wasn't remembered. Much to the frustration, of course, of Laz and the rest.
Now, he strolled into the competition area, bare a** covered, but late. A low whistle would have drawn attention to him, even as he looked up at the steel cage.
"Of all the rounds to get..." Harsh man, real harsh.
Sun looked about as tired as Silver did, though for what reasons were anyone's guess. Matching circles had already started under his eyes, making the reds look much darker then normal, he'd be like a panda by the end of the fights, but that was always the case. He always got better sleep once the competitions were over.
"Sunstrike." Was all the introduction he'd make, still scanning the interior.
Teira's ears twitched as she jumped up from a lunge she was doing to stretch out her calves. THOSE footsteps had a metallic resonance and already she could feel the warmth building, the faint scent of cinnamon greeting her nostrils.
"SUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!~"
She bounded over any and all obstacles and flying, tackled her teammate and friend.
"WHERE WERE YOU!?!"
It wasn't angry, it was relieved as she pouted at and clung to him.
THIS time he was ready for it, catching the excited captain of the team, although blushing just the same...that skirt was way too short...and he could feel flesh against his hands.
"I was...y'know...here and there."
He smiled. Smile well, and no one becomes suspicious. Sun could give a smile to melt crones into gooey kitten loving grandma's that just had a child and gingerbread eating fetish.
Carefully, he'd hoist Teira up onto his shoulder, finding the arrangement a lot easier on his sense of right and wrong.
"I see you guys made it okay....is that...an energy drink?" Sun made a face. Teira....and Silver....on energy drinks.
No one was getting ANY sleep soon. Laz's bedroom was looking more inviting as the days went on.
His bedroom was AWESOME. He played classical music on his little clock radio, the lights were dim, and it was peaceful. When he wanted to sleep, he slept.
"We can converse later about whereabouts, really." Lazenca looked around... people were piling in quickly. Some recognized members of both teams so bets were being passed around. The Judge was there, waiting stoically. All they needed was a couple of flavor announcers and a ring girl, but they might show up in the form of overexcited fans.
Or Tiera.
"All four of us are here... two of them. With Strikers disabled, I don't see why we need to wait any longer, so.. who's fighting first? And can either of you two even compete like this?" He was talking about Silver and Sun, of course.
Despite how tired he looked, Silver wasn't in that bad of shape. He could still fight if he had too. At least, he liked to think he could. A nap later would just be rad. He grinned meekly at no one in particular, turning to speak with Laz while Tiera dug in her bag. At least, he would have if Laz hadn't stepped up to greet the first of their opponents that had arrived.
Girls, always bringing stuff everywhere. The thought never would have occurred to him to bring a bag with him to a tournament match. Not that he would have any reason to.
He quizzically examined the item she handed him. He was reluctant to open and sample the substance.
"Red... Rage? An energy drink? And you brought five of them? Iiiiiii dunnnoooo about this..."
He really never would get any sleep at this rate.
He followed suit of Laz and Tiera introducing themselves, passing the other guy a grin and wave.
"Silver. You can probably guess what team Im on. Our fourth shou--"
Sun Wrote:"Sunstrike." Was all the introduction he'd make, still scanning the interior.
And he was already there, introducing himself. Of course, this sent their captain flying, knocking the surprised Silver over as collateral damage. He'd managed to hold the energy drink up so it didn't get damaged on the ground and spill everywhere. He lay there on his back, looking back and up at the two of them, upside down now in his vision.
"Hey Sun. Missed you at the party last night... Huh?"
He glanced at the bottle in his hand, almost forgetting what he had been doing.
"Oh, uh, yeah..."
He offered the bottle.
"I'll try some if you do!"
Silver chuckled, pulling himself into a sitting position at the same time, looking forward again now, at Laz and the competition.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, don't worry about me and Sun. We've managed tougher fights on less sleep... right Sun?"
A glance coupled with a wink and a grin back at his red-headed compadre, complete with a thumbs up.
Cue an even wider grin.
"Yeah, sorry bout that, and thanks."
Sun studied the beverage before giving a one shouldered shrug, bouncing Teira a little from her vantage point, and tipping the drink back. Couldn't be worse then anything else he'd ever drunk. He had weird tastes in beverages.
He blinked at both Laz and Silver before handing the can back to it's owner.
"Seems fine to me, and I'm sure we'll be fine. What do you think darlin, you're the leader of this motley crew, who do you think should go first?"
Truthfully, she wanted to go first. She'd spotted a certain item that sparked her interest and she wanted to play~
But being captain wasn't about getting your own way.
Sun and Silver looked exhausted, Laz however, was ready to rock!
"Lazenca, you're up first."
Teira, would get up and call out to the man at the back as well as address Valentine.
"Yo! Who's your captain? Lets set the conditions and give these folks a show!"
The place was starting to fill up fast. Spectators, some of them fans of the fighters present, others indifferent to who or what was fighting as long as they got to see some action. The buzz began to build--- Soon it would begin.
Hair color: blackblue with blue streaks.
"Me? Well..." Lazenca closed his eyes while letting out a soft sigh, and slowly reopened them.
"I'm here to see him... I owe him a couple of scars. This is the first step. Compared to those last battles, this..."
His left arm clenched.
Everyone here had history with TGV, no matter if they really remembered or not. Lazenca was there with Vahn gave his all to save Sunstrike from the Tundra-- those two were close. Lazenca wasn't too knowledgeable about Silver's relationship, but the former Glacier captain didn't seem to be a budding Vahn Jr. for nothing. Tiera... well, that was all sorts of messed up-- at least, the scenario that had been explained to him.
And then there was he. The only cold member on this team, having to hold his own in the face of these Vahn-centered teammates. Lazenca's own history with the guy involved growth and change, and becoming the inverse. He hadn't noticed, but their armor was nearly the same at one point-- (half)greaves, armwear, a lil' something else... Laz didn't have a sword, though. Vahn's right arm was scarred, as was Lazenca's left, though his Medium tattoo hid the seams within the skin.
At the end of all of this, the Esterian had something for the one he... admired.
A grin. "I'll make him take me as a true rival."
It's times like this that some people would start beating their chests, gnashing their teeth, throwing up their arms, and getting the crowd behind them. Stomp around, roar, and throw a direct challenge to the other side of the Cage. Let 'em know who and what the hell they were about to get trapped in a box with.
Not Lazenca. As he nodded to Sierra and walked into the cage, he was cool about it all. Cool as ice.
Hair color: blackblue.
Oh, his heartbeat started to quicken and for a couple of seconds, his breath was shallow-- one couldn't ignore the atmosphere and he crowd, cheering now that one had stepped into the ring and closed the door behind himself. His face was a bit more passive than one would hope for in this situation, though. As if to assure the crowd that he was awake and he was going to deliver on his end, he thumbed his nose and spoke.
We'll keep this simple, and we only have 3 fighters. I'm guessing since Val is so eager and friendly he can go first. Which ever of us that appear after that can go next. I only have one more teammate not present. Though..It would be a lot easier for everyone to just go at it, but sadly, theres only one cage..
After speaking up while laying against the wall Ryosuke had already made a decision. Since Val made contact first it seemed the first to get things going would be Val, and Lazenca? Well, thats what he figured "her" name to be, but he wasn't really paying any attention. At some point, if Val had finished things Vexx most likely would be making his appearance also. So that was that, and Ry continued to lay back against the cage wall until he got an official answer from there captain on his terms.
(Lets keep in mind we only have 17 posts and one week to make them all. If a certain condition comes up where one of the fighters in our group can't return to finish then I guess we leave that in the judges hands)
Quote: Well, thats what he figured "her" name to be, but he wasn't really paying any attention.
Saw what you did there. In a perfect world, Vexx would get in the ring and see how much of a female he was fighting. Maybe such an assessment was made after realizing that whoever jumped in this cage against Laz was so screwed.
H'oooooooooooooooooooookay............ 
This was contrary to what Valentine thought had been agreed upon. He thought he was to fight the one known as Sunstrike, and Laz was to go to Vexx. Apparently, Ry had other plans. Regardless, Valentine turned and began to head for the cage climbing up and over it, then jumping down to the floor below him. Looking at the weapons he thought to himself that he should have brought his own with him, but he left them in his hotel room. He'd turn to look at Lazenca and bow.
I is...Sowwy Val....TT.TT
Lazenca nodded to Val. No reason to be all rude and dismissive of the opponent if the guy wasn't rude to him. And Laz was standing a respectable distance from the center, where one would expect UFC fighters to stand at a break... or... something.
Right foot forward, shoulder-length from the left. Stay on the balls of your feet. Keep the knees bent, but don't lean too hard either way. Lift the right arm about chest-height and make it horizontal. The left hand should cross over the right arm... no touching.
Inhale.
Check your stance... now loosen it. Now, you're ready.
Exhale.
In <<The Wolf Without Love>> stance, Lazenca waited.
[disk 1, track 1]
-Within a couple of steps from arriving onto the scene, the thick soles of his steel blue low cut boots beguns leave frosted imprints . The lower cuffs of his wide-bottom breeches contesting a blue tint lightly flapped against the howling breeze, in which caused the covering that draped along the waist on down towards the heel to waver elegantly like a flag. Those were the only articles of clothing that was adorned upon his strapping frame, the visible optic of sapphire scoped out the setting he found himself to stand upon as the silky strands of his azure and platinum locks curtains down past the lower mandible.
In preparation for what he hoped would happen, his dark sinewy limbs ascended infront of his well-toned body when tugging at the ends of his fingerless gloves as he noticed the warriors such as his team-mates and the opponents. This arena setting definately was different from the places he fought, but he lightly shrugged his broad shoulders at the sight of the weapons along the walls.-
"The name's Artix"
"Three one on one rounds. Guess there's not much choice given the stage."
She agreed. She walked away from Rys after that. Everyone else had made an effort at introductions 'cept him. And the attitude he was putting out--
"Tch."
She didn't care for him at all. Her ears twitched a few moment's later,
"Nice of you to join us!~"
Teira said in a joking tone as the last member of Team FIST made a more than fashionably late entrance. She winked in his direction as she replied.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Teira. The guy in the cage with your buddy is Lazenca and this is Sunstrike and Silver."
She said introducing each in turn.
She turned her gaze back to the cage, completely ignoring the other captain and his mocking tones.
She had no use for him... not until they were in that cage.
"LET'S GO LAAAAZ!~"
She cheered supportively. She knew he'd do fine, but the support of your comrades at your back always added to the atmosphere.
Ryosuke would turn and begin to pace himself out the arena via the "other" door on the opposite side of where he was leaning. As he approached Val and his opponent Ry leaned over whispered to Val while keeping his hands in his pockets. Why be so secretive and nonchalant about everything? Why the attitude towards the teammates and opposition? Simple, throughout the whole processes Ryosuke always kept focus on the main goal. His game face was on, and that’s just how he liked to operate. In any case....
No need to hold back...
It probably wasn't even that quiet of a whisper to even be considered a secret. And Ry would keep his eyes glaring over at Val’s opposition for awhile just to get a close up look'see's at what Val was up against. A scoff, followed by his head dropping forward and a grin at the lips. Those were Rys following actions prior to leaving the arena and exiting the cage.
.........Well, she's somethin' special at least......
A side comment, or rather a thought to himself from judging what he saw in the cage. Both the darker side, and nicer side of Val might get more action out of this fight than Val originally bargained for. In the meanwhile, taking notice to Vexx a few feet away Ryosuke would have a full grin form on the lips as reassurance everyone was here, and it was time for a bloodbath to begin.
Just outside of the cage, amidst the arena spectators, was a man wearing a trenchcoat and hood.
He stands over a 55-gallon drum.
What's he doing exactly? Why, stirring up a nice, steaming batch of GARBAGE SOUP!
"HELL YEAH! SLING SOME OF THAT SWEAT AND BLOOD THIS WAY, PALS! YEAH!" The man cheers with the crowd with both hands churning a big a** spoon.
Revenge and animosity seemed thick in the air for some strange reason. But that didn't stop Sun from adding his own "Good Luck Laz!" as his friend stepped up and got ready.
He felt a little better after the drink. In reality, the regular reports he was making on his team captains condition were draining and time consuming. He was glad to be able to sit back and watch the show from a comfortable vantage point.
Sun hoped a little of the laid-backness would transfer into the glaring Teira, because it was obvious she wasn't impressed with the insulting manner of one opponent.
In the crowd of spectators outside of the cage was Ray, pushing past the squished together people, making her way to the front of the line. In her hand a black capped magic marker, it's tip bold. In the other, tucked under her arm was a wide wite board, plain.
Before Ray would make herself noticed, she'd jot something down on the board. Her smile turning wide while she cheered on her faveorite wulf man.
"GO LAZ! KICK THEIR BUTTS!"
Yea, Ray was a true die hard fan of the wulf man.
-Stationary within the group of competitors, Artix glanced at the young lady who spoke and introduced herself as well as the others. Still expressionless at the time as he attended to each word spoken, he nodded towards the membrs of the other team as his own silent greeting before reverting his sight back on Teria and respond in a smooth tone.
"Nice to meet you.."
He already know one person from the other team and it was Laz, Artix sapphire optic shifted towards the cage to watch his fellow teammate duke it out.-
"Alright Val, give'em hell"
Silver took the can back and stared at it for a moment, then up at Sun, then back at the can, contemplating the effects of it and Sun's sampling. He sniffed at the open mouth, snapping back in surprise at first, then timidly doing it again.
Mmmmmaaaaaayyyyyyyybe later.
He wasn't about to throw it out, but he wasn't quite ready to drink it either. He just remained sitting on the ground next to Sun, with a firm grip on the beverage, and turned his attention to the cage. It seems the some conditions had finally been agreed upon, and they could get started.
"Sharpen your fangs, Street Fighter! Show us what you got, Laz!"
A rather odd boost for his team mate, but his heart was in the right place.
Silver could only vaguely remember Laz's fight with Vahn last year, but he knew the wolfman was exceptionally skilled, having held his own quite formidably against the younger man's mentor, and that made him strong in his book.
Suddenly, the approach of another cold body (other than Laz's that he'd gotten used to), set off Silver's sensitivity for heat signatures, a byproduct of training with Mitsuyo so long ago. It wasn't strong enough to be of any real use to him, it just tickled his brain sometimes.
If this were an anime, he'd get a scene of a spark or bolt of energy flashing horizontally behind his head.
Even before the other man had said anything, or his captain had seen him approach, he could feel Team Fist's final member coming. Slowly turning his head to follow his approach, he only gave a slight wave when Tiera performed introductions for the team.
We was too busy focused on the frozen prints the guy was leaving behind. He spoke out loud, though so low that it probably wasn't intended to be, and only Sun might have heard him.
"Whoa... awesome."
The crowd was full outside of the cage, and Madi was thrilled to be watching the fight, even though she probably had one of the crummiest seats in the house considering it was near the back and the fighters looked as though they were tiny little bugs. But that didn't matter, she was able to watch one of the fights.
Squinting, she could just barely make out one of the fighters from Team Frozen Flame; Lazenca. She instantly cheered rather loudly knowing that his chances on winning were looking good, after all...it IS Laz.
"GO LAZ! SHOW THEM WHAT YOU GOT!" She screamed as she bounced in her seat. Her snow white rabbit ears bounced up and down with her movements, this was definitely exciting!
"C'MON LAZ!!"
"DUDE!! THAT GUY IS SO SCREWED!! DID YOU SEE HIS TEETH?!"
"YEAH'MAN! Talk about being fed to the wolves!"
"EAT 'IM FOR DINNER WOLF-MAN!"
"OWWWWWWWWWUUUUUU!~"
People were actually HOWLING.
The people that flocked to HoH were like junkies. They wanted a fix. Action, Violence--- The best high.
A high the people seemed to sense Frozen Flame would provide.
"CRUSH HIS SKULL LAZENCA!!"
"Ohhhhh my god! LOOK AT THOSE ABS! He's like totally hot! Do you think I stand a chance?"
"OW!! OWWW!!"
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A petite reporter with blond hair tucked up in a business-y type bun, and thin rimmed glasses, fights her way to the forefront of the crowd, cameraman in tow. Straightening her blazer and mini skirt, she clears her throat taking a deep breath.
The man, camera hefted on his shoulders gives her the count down,
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!
LIVE!
"This is Barton Broadcasts' Heidi Hamilton reporting live from Heaven or Hell's gruesome stage, the CAGE!
As you can see behind me, It's wall to wall bodies down here in the CAGE and the crowd is getting lively! The energy here is overwhelming Peter! The spectators are anxious for a show and with the lineup Frozen Flame has brought, they're bound to get one!"
The camera pans to the right, focusing on the cage and the two fighters barred within.
"Facing off against Lazenca Miranda of FROZEN FLAME is Valentine uhhh-- We don't seem to have a last name here--- of Team FIST.
Neither man appears to be armed, but with an interior decorating job like this---"
Zoom in on the walls lined with swords, maces and various implements of death...
"It's NOT going to matter!"
They wade into the crowd a bit spotting a young woman with a poster board sign, cheering. The approach was from the side, so they wouldn't have seen the girl's face yet.
"Lets see what this young female fan has to say about these teams!
Excuse me miss--
Could you show the camera the sign you've made and tell us who you're cheering for?"
Somewhere, someone in the crowd holds up a sign that says:
"I H8 FURRIES"
"KICK WOLFBOY'S a**! And dude, gimmie some of that garbage soup!"
Next to the furry hater stood another dude holding up a sign that read:
YIFF IN HELL
FURFAGS
"Dude, Rod, what the hell?! You already ate all the garbage soup we brought in the thermos!"
They were obviously friends.
-Hearing the random nonsense resonating throughout the arena, he huffed out a stream of frost from his icy lips and begun to sit himself down with his katana tucked between his loosely fold limbs that rested before his chest. Everyone was focusing on the fight at hand but Artix, he took the moment to converse amongst himself. With his visible eye coming to a close, an image of himself and his other half stood face to face in an oddly shaped realm.
"Alright, it seems like there's more in favor of the other team than us"
"Yeah, but hey. We're still gonna give'em one hell of a show. Match ya for our opponent, I call odds"
"Fine, evens then" Both agreed and settled on the drop of a die that descended between them and watched to see what it landed on.-
"Dammit, Steve! I told you to bring more."
Disappointed, he just flips his sign over. On the back, it says:
YOUR MOM DECORATES MY LIVINGROOM FLOOR AND YOUR SISTER KEEPS MY EARS WARM!
Seeing his friend flip his sign over, the other guy does the same. On the reverse side it reads:
I'LL PAINT MY HOUSE
WITH YOU BUTT
He waves it about for a bit, before glancing up at it.
"What the F...?"
He takes it down and holds it up so he can read it, something he apparently neglected to do beforehand.
"What does that even mean?! Damnit, Rod, I'm making the signs next year!"
(Lol, Sisi' if you're talking to me. =P))
" You're talking to me?" Ray asked, not bothering to look towards the woman just yet, her eyes still on the cold wulf man. She wanted not to miss a thing. But the lady beside her wanted her attention.
Turning, Ray would hold up the board with a big white smile, her blue and yellow eyes beaming brightly. Her sign read in big black bolded letters "GO! Lazenca! "
"Obviously I'm cheering for Team Frozen Flame." Grinning even wider the raven haired kappa would turn back toward the cage, throwing up her sign once again.
"Big guy! Send 'em home with harsh frostbite!"
A giggle came from the kappa, her ears fanning.
"I'm Lazenca's number one fan."
A bunch of booing would come from behind her, things tossed her way for self proclaiming herself as the wulf mans number one.
Valentine stood in the cage listening to the spectators, and all of the cheering they gave for the man he was to face. It was rather obvious who the crowd favorite was, and who they hoped would be beaten into a bloody pulp. Valentine didn't let it go to his head, and anger him though. He instead kept his same polite manner, and as a gesture of respect he would walk over to Lazenca, reaching his hand out to shake. Such as one would do in an agreement to a fair, clean, and honorable fight. Whether or not his opponent would accept was his own issue, Valentine did his part and if his opponent did not feel the same way he would respect that.
Lazenca kinda hesitated, shook Val's hand, then got back in stance.
[disk 1, track 1... on repeat]
((Okay, on the OOC tip, i'm getting really excited to fight...Why can't we have like 3 cages or something..
))
Valentine backed up a bit of a distance, only a couple of feet. He placed himself a bit of aways past the center of the cage. He rotated himself sideways so that his left shoulder was facing his opponent, lessing the possible targets for a straight forward attack. He positioned his feet shoulder width apart, left foot forward the toes of his right foot lining up with the heel of his left. His feet would turn at a forty-five degree angle to face his opponent. He would bend his knees and hips keep his back relatively straight. He'd raise to the balls of his feet, bringing his elbows in tight with his fist covering his mouth. He'd begin to bounce on the balls of his feet staying relaxed, so that he could easily perform quick maneuvers. He'd throw a couple of lightning quick jabs followed by some practice uppercuts. " My punches are faster than lightning!" If anyone played any games they'd easily recognize the reference that his speech made.
ShadowDragonVX Wrote:((Okay, on the OOC tip, i'm getting really excited to fight...Why can't we have like 3 cages or something..
.: You're the one who put me up first. I didn't volunteer. :.
((I'm not blaming you...Vexx wasn't around at the time, so I couldn't say we all fight until I knew he'd be back...
Then poof....There he was...Just do whatch'a feel))
Lazenca watched him. All that wasted time and energy...
His right arm dropped to his side.
[disk 1, track 2]
"Ha odds, looks like I get to have fun this time"-Was said delight as everything begun to dissolve into darkness as the once sapphire optic would alter into a scarlet hue when the dark folded slits opened up to the scene. Seeing Val shadowbox, a slight scowl formed upon his dark visage. "C'mon Val, Show'em what ya made of!" was shouted as he ascended back onto his feet to stand erect with his sheathed katana sliding into his grasp. Lowering his dark sinewy limbs to the sides of his strapping frigid frame, the slight scowl altered into a twisted toothy grin as he spoke amongst himself.-
"I want to see some bloodshed and broken bones."
It was kinda getting fun to watch, but Ry got more of a laugh than anything else. Who ever this Laz was got waaaaaay too much hype for there own good. Obviously Val wasn't even taking this too seriously judging by how Ry used to spar or watch Val fight. Ry loved being the underdog in this situation, had the fangs of these other fighters been ripped out of there mouths a sudden silence would curl over the arenas spectators. Thats about all Ryosuke was waiting for, and it would be Vexx as the next man up to handle business. Though anticipating change in the future of match up Ry would be prepped for battle whether he went next or not, so all that was left to do for now would be to hang back and enjoy a brawl.
Ry wanted to cheer Val on, but his style was always the more silent type until it was his turn to take center stage..
"Why....isn't Laz's opponent attacking...?" Sunstrike stared at the two, and folded his arms across his chest. "We're waisting valuable time..." He wasn't normally an impatient man, but c'mon...this was getting daft.
If the other guy really wanted to show that much respect, he'd get this bloody show on the road. The natives were getting restless enough as it was, it was only a matter of time before things were gonna get lobbed. The Cage crowd were a little more bloodthirsty then the other stages, and for them, this was getting a bit ridiculous.
"Just dive in Laz! We'll back you no matter what! Test the waters a bit!"
Silver just chuckled, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them as he remained sitting, the beverage still in one hand. It was actually kinda nice not standing around like he usually did at these things.
"Wow, Sun, you aren't usually so antsy..."
He glanced up at his friend, shooting him a sly smile.
"Maybe you should get some rest after this."
Silver turned his attention back to the Cage, watching the two men inside with growing anticipation. Even though things were starting slow, he could respect a guy who was polite, and had an intro pose to boot. You usually just did those kinda things before rounds began.
Finally, fists were about to start flying. Everyone else was probably done with the first round by now, but no matter. This was sure to prove to be an interesting match.
Heidi Hamilton, held her mic out to the female fan as she spoke, The camera panning to her sign as held it up and then back to her face as she grinned, Declaring her loyalty of Frozen Flame's fighter.
"Well there you have it folks! Straight from Lazenca's number one fan! GO TEAM!"
The news anchor would duck as a tin can sailed by her head at agreeing with the fan's declaration. Heidi had, had to keep her face controlled when Ray turned around. She herself had been in the eye of the public a bit lately. But this broadcast was about the match, not some poor girl's personal affairs, so she let it go waving off a hushed 'isnt that--' from her camera man. She just nodded and brought her focus back to the CAGE.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS s**t?!!"
"WHAT YOU DOIN' MAN, SWATTIN' FLIES?!!"
"WE PAID FOR A FIGHT!"
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
The camera panned over the angry crowd and then to the irritated faces of Frozen Flame's sideline fighters and then finally to the most exasperated of all Lazenca himself.
"I don't know what to say Peter but Valentine of FIST REFUSES to attack."
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
"GET OUTTA THE CAGE IF YOU WON'T FIGHT!"
Teira's ears drooped a little at all the noise as she kept her eyes fixed on the cage.
This was a joke.
She listened to Sunstrike and Silver comment beside her, fists clenched she stormed over to FIST'S Captain.
"What kind of game are you playing at?"
Gold eyes narrowed angrily at him. Chances were she was glaring up at him, likely the shorter of the two. But nobody would really notice the fact that she was tiny, all they saw was one pissed off fighter, looming towards the enemy captain like a deadly force of nature.
"STOP WASTING OUR TIME!"
The entire crowd fell silent for a moment.
"STOP PUSSYFOOTING AROUND. FIGHT US OR GET OUT!!"
The crowd liked that!
Some ACTION!! Even if she hadn't thrown a punch, they could sense her rage, her desire to BREAK the man in front of her.
The crowd ROARED back to life!
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
"FIGHT OR GET OUT!"
"FIGHT OR GET OUT"
"FIIIIIGHT OR GET THE ******** OUT!"
+++This wasn't fighting at all was it? This was boring as ********. The man would be getting updates from the local news stations on the other fights that were going on in Heaven or Hell through his cell. He'd merely look at it and shake his head. The people still weren't truly fighting. With that he'd get pissed off and shout as he began to leave.
+++
((Wow, there is way too much bitching about this now....I, nor Vexx can help it if Val isn't here, we don't own him and if he's here to fight then he's here, if he's not then he's not. I'm sorry the committee didn't give us more cages to fight in but thats the situation. So all this complaining isn't getting anywhere but making everyone else edgy...If theres another idea on everyone getting a chance to fight then i'm open to suggestions.
I don't mean to sound like an a** from all of this, and I don't mean for it to come out this way.
It sux, but waiting is all I, or Vexx, or anyone else can do...Get over it.))
Lady Sierra Wrote:The camera panned over the angry crowd and then to the irritated faces of Frozen Flame's sideline fighters and then finally to the most exasperated of all Lazenca himself.
Except for Silver, who only stuck his tongue out and made other funny faces at the camera.
He looked back at the crowd behind him, a little surprised, then up at Sun and Tiera, a little worried, before he furrowed his brow and started scratching at the back of his head, tilting it down and to the side slightly.
When Tiera started yelling, too, he let out an exasperated sigh, looking forward again and resting his chin on his knees. The animosity in the air was getting uncomfortable. He muttered.
"We're gonna have a riot on our hands, soon... I hope something happens before then... I don't really feel like getting stampeded by the crowd..."
"Whats going on?"
Ray asked, looking around now armed with a bucket set atop her head as a sort of helmet to keep from dangerous objects clonking her on the head from the other fan people of Lazenca.
"Why's no one fighting?"
Her eyes set back on Lazenca, and then on Val of team FIST. With a narrowed brow Ray then placed her board on the floor, uncapping her marker.
Marker to board and Ray had yet another sign.
Team FIST is bitchass, Weaksauce.
"C'mon! HE's scared of you Laz'! Val' should be thrown off the team, 'cause he ain't throwing any fist. Bite his head off!"
An excite Ray then took to howling.
"Harooooooooo!"
Sun actually caught Teira by the tail as he crouched down, putting one hand on top of Silvers head and giving it a friendly shake, tousling the hair.
"S'alright boyo, I'll figure out some way to get us out of here if things go pearshaped..."
How he'd do that with a bum leg and amidst a whole crowd of people was uncertain, but he'd sure as hell try. There was no need for his former captain to look so down.
Teira continued to make little angry noises towards the other team. It was damn cute, so he'd let her do so, the grip fairly loose, not only to give her a bit of slack to move about, but also to save his hand from being riped apart from the metal spines.
Despite the halt in the fight, one spectator was still going wild. A drunken middle aged woman in a trucker hat and a 'GO LAZ' T-shirt basicly spazzed.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO OMAGAAAWWWD I WANT DAHT FURRY GUY TA WIN.
WHOO-RAaa"
Her half empty beer bottle slipped out of her hand and smashed into her other accumulated pile of empty beer bottles. She turned over to vomit on the spectator next to her. She then merely wiped her mouth and kept on cheering.
((Man, just pretend theres more than one cage like the cage stage in '06. Not like you could use strikers anyway, so theres no chance at all you get to help out a teammate.))
Kraun Wrote:((Man, just pretend theres more than one cage like the cage stage in '06. Not like you could use strikers anyway, so theres no chance at all you get to help out a teammate.)) {BRILLIANT!}
From a booth overlooking the stage, a pair of steel grey eyes narrowed in disgust. From behind a pair of horn rimmed glasses, Mr. Isiah turned to stare at one of his underlings.
"This is going nowhere... we can't afford to lose our ratings and if I lose money on the betting pool---"
He tapped his cane, which was a fashionable steel rod. A stylish instrument that had met many a kneecap and many a cranium.
The subordinate gulped.
"Bring out the other two cages. I want blood spilt on this arena."
Taking a drag from his cigar, he payed the more than terrified man little attention as he ran off to flip the switch. Instead he watched over the restless crowd with a sadistic smirk.
ZZZZHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!---
There was a buzzing and then a rumbling as the blocked off areas to either side of the cage opened up, and through the floor rose two more IDENTICAL cages.
The crowed let out a frenzied cheer as they began to chant again!
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!!!"
The chant grew in volume.
=====
Teira, who was being held back by the tail, making angry faces at the other team's captain and supplying little angry noises to supply a voice to frustration, froze as her ears picked up the below ground rumblings before the floor open up.
As the 2nd and 3rd cage rose into view her eyes widened and her mouth formed a small 'o' of surprise.
Then her brain caught up to her and she realized what this meant! They could fight! All three matches at once!! Her eye lit up like a child at christmas as she spun around.
"Silver in the left cage, I'm taking the right. Sun doesn't get to fight 'cause he stood us up at dinner!"
She stuck her tongue out at the red haired man and bounded towards the cage she'd chosen. Scrambling agilely up to the top of the bars, she does a back flip into the center of the stage and lands in a crouch facing the audience with a grin.
Ry would walk back in after taking off to visit Team Urameshis fight. Now a new announcement was made curing Rys short absence? Two extra cages appear from below the floor? Finally, amongst all the crying and complaining finally Ry would get his time to fight. Of course even during the time he couldn't the crowd and the opposing team continued to act like complete nuts, but hell, it was expected, not everyone is born patient. Ry slipped both hands out of his pockets and motioned towards the rising cage via the "left" door to enter. Same scenario for the stage it seemed. Each "corner" wall possessed weapons of all sorts besides fire arms. Ry didn't see any bows and arrows, but with such a small cage there really wasn't enough distance to make projectile attacks.
Almost to Ry's forehead, that was how high the cage had become so far, and watching it pass overhead and continue to make its presence known. Of course the crowd would be pleased, but if they wanted some action do bad all they really needed to do was go elsewhere until the fights had started. Anyways, somehow an official made it possible for Ryosuke to fight, so rather than ask why, or wait for some confirmation this was legal Ry would act out quite impatiently and pull the door open and enter the cage.
...Captain Vs Captain...
Thats how Ry saw it in his mind anyways, so that would be his conditions. Whether or not anyone heard him say was another thing, but whoever his opponent might be would soon enter the arena anyways, so Ry kept silent and let his arms hang by his side until someone wanted his attention, or something was about to happen. Which was just about the time his opponent made her show entrance in flipping into the center of the cage? Well, it was being broad casted, so any amount of play and show was ok it seemed. Ry didn't give a damn regardless. All that mattered were the pounding of fists against flesh. When ever she was ready was cool, and all Ryosuke did was stand there and wait until her show was over.
APPARENTLY the guy hadn't even been present. And he could walk through solid bars (there aren't doors in the cages)... this promised to be interesting at least. Truth be told. She didn't care who or what got in that cage with her, or how they got there. Her only thought at the point was
'About time!'
Teira grinned when her opponent entered the cage. Rising to her feet from the crouch she had landed in, she waves.
"Yo! Still haven't caught your name~"
She would offer hand for a shake. Whether the offer was accepted or not, didn't matter. She either shook his hand or she didn't, and would move back into a guarded stance.
Right leg forward, knee slightly bent, left leg back, knee bent, left foot toed out. Her right hand was held in a slightly open-fist, as the left was held much the same by her left hip. Not far from her long sword's hilt. Her wings were furled tightly against her back.
Captain vs. Captain seemed to be a trend that had started in her prelim match. But she welcomed the opportunity, She was looking forward to bleeding the opposing team's figurehead.
She was like a bored child who desperately wanted to play.... and she'd just been given a new toy.
:: 1/ 17 ::
(I didn't pay any attention to the cages attributes, so yeah, a door..My bad?)
A handshake? Well, Ry didn't want to seem more disrespectful than he was already putting on. It was simple, he didn't underestimate anything, so he never let his guard down. Ry's game face was always on, even when he was relaxing, to slip up meant death, so naturally he was cautious about shaking hands. To which, Ryosuke extended his hand but not to shake. He simply raised his hand towards his head in salute then smiled.
The last person I shook hands with tried to flip me over on my a**. So please, don't take it the wrong way...I don't trust anyone before a fight, but either way I apologize if I came off to you or your team as being arrogant....
After the salute he dropped his hand from his forehead and let his arms hang at his sides.
'Names Ry by the way, and no need to give me yours, word of you and other fighters spread pretty fast 'round here. I know who you are..
That would possibly be Ry's last and only statement before things got underway. As which, her hand might have still been out, but after that intro the fight had already started. And since she was so eager, and Ry stood of distance of only 4 feet from his opponent, his face was wide open. So if she was feeling "froggy"....She was welcome to hop.
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She would have retracted her hand, and mimicked the salute, As per his explanation she simply shrugged. She didn't a cheap shot to get an advantage.
At his comment about knowing who she was however, she blinked a little wide-eyed at him for a moment? Was he serious? Why is it EVERYONE seemed to know her? Everyone except her herself. What a predicament.
Her opponent moved into his stance... and then-- didn't move.
"Ladies first huh?"
She grinned.
Same old song and dance. That was fine.
But instead of rushing him, she strolled leisurely forward, off to the side enough that her hand could trail over the bars of their arena. Her fingers moved over the deadly objects hung there.
Without blinking she plucked something off the wall and held it so that it was hidden in her hand and behind her arm. She was completely open and a mere foot and a half-two feet from him.
:: 2/17 ::
Ry had no clue what kind of game she was trying to play nor did he think she expected him to answer since he was always the silent type, but it was obvious she was after a weapons fight. Slowly side-stepping along the wall to grab a weapon? I mean, hell the cage rattling itself after the weapon had been pulled was testament enough. True Ry couldn't see exactly what was behind her back, but any numb-nut could tell what she was doing. Ry would just kinda shrug and let go of a slight sigh, since he was hoping for a fun hand to hand showdown. But he dropped his hopes and dreams for the battle and just did whatever seemed right.
And a stance? He had no stance, he literally just stood there with his hands dangling by his side. Truth, Ry was already carrying a Shiriyasaya katana blade behind his back, be he was never actually reaching for it. The only weapon in his person was his MMA gloves outfitted to his hands perfectly...Yeah, they were pretty ********' tight, so much that balling a fist would expose some veins on the outside of his palm, but nothing to be concerned with. And so Ry would casually start to step off to the right (I'm taking this guess that you moved to my left or something since you never said what side you were stepping to) in a circle fashion. Meaning if she were grabbing anything it would have been with HER left. Since that seemed to be the only arm behind her back, but then again, who's to say she didn't toss the weapon to the other hand?
So sure, now the fight had started, and it seemed each fighter would be exchanging casual smiles and puns here and there before heads would roll. Ryosuke still didn't change his objective, and what he was up to exactly she wouldn't know. Why not grab a weapon? well, all that would have been made clear once she pounced.
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Her hand wasn't behind her back. It was in plain sight. She was merely hiding an object in her grip. Like one might conceal a small blade... She had moved to her right, object in her right hand. So she was indeed moving to his left.
But she wouldn't circle.
She wasn't going to engage in a game of merry go round. As Rys made a move to circle the opposite direction of her. She would match his direction, heading him off and stalking forward.
He would either have to move backwards, or the distance would be closed.
Slow and steady.
:: 3/17 ::
WISSSSSSSHINK!!!!!
((I know right? Terrible sound making for unsheathing a blade 
but I'm pretty sure you get the picture XD))
Lady Sierra Wrote:
But she wouldn't circle.
She wasn't going to engage in a game of merry go round. As Rys made a move to circle the opposite direction of her. She would match his direction, heading him off and stalking forward....
[i]Even if she wasn't going to admit it(which I don't think anyone would in the middle of a fight XP), she wouldn't have to, in Ryosukes mind, she was making her move, in which the heading him off part was all he needed to see. Then suddenly.............Flash! Well, had it been an anime thats what would have been expected, but since this was "GAIA" so I need to break it down in better terms. "FLASH" meant Rys katana had left behind the sheath and because there was no "curve" blade side on this katana the speed for a jab towards his opponent would be a lot faster than the normal katana forward thrust. Since they were barely a foot from each other Ry would have all the room in the world to thrust his blade at his opponents RIGHT shoulder meaning Ry was striking with the blade in his left hand. Why there? Well, Ry didn't really know what hand the "object" was in, but striking the shoulder meant rendering the arm infective, or keeping it from being used to maneuver of any kind.
Ryosuke kept his right back, but besides that hand he would have been stepping forward with the right foot to make the strike.
EDIT: Took out the striker part because people kept bitching over it.
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.: I apologize for having a life. Next time I'll be sure to spend every second I have on the computer. :.
Valentine advanced towards his opponent, this showed something about his opponent. That his opponent was a defensive type of fighter. Which means, most of his strength probably lies in counter attacks, or wearing out the opponent. When Valentine was in range of his opponent he'd throw a swift jab with his left fist towards the face of Lazenca.
[that would be preferable, thanks.]
Well, the other guy didn't seem ready at all. And despite being ready to go, Laz didn't want to jump the guy while he was stretching. Though.. he'd gotten in the cage and all, so maybe next time Lazenca will start off with a flying knee.
N-T-WAZE.
Valentine walked forward, so Laz swiped the air with the right hand. It'd be like a backhand to his face, except Val was still a foot out of range so it'd miss. So would the immediate right, coming up and around. Thin, ragged, white lines hung in the air, blinking in and out of existence. Since this was timed to happen just before Val was in range to punch, he expected Val to stop walking and not do what he was planning to do. But if he put his hand in there anyway like he very well could, he'd get it slashed, as if Lazenca'd physically drew his claws across. It'd be more than a glancing blow since Laz had the time to charge this to x2.
Meanwhile, Laz was in a low crouch since that's what doing this always put him in... he slid his left forward while Drawing. The right wrist snapped around. The left would just be coming down, slower because like this he was able to be kicked. And MAN do people like kicking when he's down like that.
[disk 1, track 3]
.: I've read this a couple of times, and still don't get what the dropping down was. If you'd be so kind could you please explain this to me? :.
((Val, if you need to take another two days off go right ahead XP. 17 posts is all thats required, no one ever said you need to rush yourself, and I for one had no trouble with it...Just a lot of bitching from whoever else.
Since everyone else gets to fight now, its not a problem.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSHAAAAA))
ShadowDragonVX Wrote:((Val, if you need to take another two days off go right ahead XP. 17 posts is all thats required, no one ever said you need to rush yourself, and I for one had no trouble with it...Just a lot of bitching from whoever else.
Since everyone else gets to fight now, its not a problem. ))
.: Nah, I'm good. My school was hosting a wrestling tournament, so I had to be there all Friday, and Saturday. :.
[i tried to backhand you, but you weren't in range. i then brought my right arm up and over, and you still weren't in range to be hit. the result of my movement is i'm in a crouch, left-leading. there are white lines in the air, following the path of my hands.]
"It's showtime!"
-Was shouted in delight as he marched towards the steel mesh cage with the katana attached to the right hip. Clank! Clank! Clank! were the metalic sounds resonating as he ascended towards the peak of the fighting ring, he forced himself over the top and fliped downwards to land almost in the center of the cage at a kneeling position with a loud thud. Overskirt gently falling to the back of his heels as he rose onto his own two feet, he contested that menacing grin as the bloodlust began to make his cold mouth water.
"Where's my opponent?"
His rhaspy voice uttered in anticipation. Tugging at the end of his plated fingerless butcher gloves for tight adjustments, his grin faded into a twisted smirk.-
.: Okay, thank you. :.
Valentine looked at the man as he shifted positions. No longer being able to punch his opponent, a kick would be the most obvious choice. Valentine would opt not to go that route, but would instead change his stance. His left stayed facing his opponent, his legs spread out more, pass his shoulders. He'd lower his level, placing his weight on his right leg until it bent to a ninety degree angle. His left extended out going straight. His right fist was placed at his at rib level, brought in close to his body, the elbow forming a ninety degree angle. His left stretched out palm facing his opponent. His stance now complete he'd look at his opponent, his left foot lifting itself to slam on the floor of the cage. This was his earth bending at work, the stomping of his foot, was to shoot up a pillar of rock, the target would be Lazenca. It would not be a blunt pillar, but would instead come a a point, making it more of a spike. The floor they stood on would shake, and the moving of the earth could be heard, as it shot itself up towards Lazenca's body.
Oh, then it was good that Lazenca's intention was to keep moving forward. It was helped by the fact that Valentine didn't move back, at all. So the "just outside of attack range" was still there, and Val was gonna pay for it.
The first lines were ahead, and disappeared... Laz didn't need them. They served their purpose as a warning and setup, though he wasn't really expecting a spike to come out under him. With no punch on the way, the left wrist flipped over while Val changed his stance. His opponent's foot lifted to do something-- it could've been a kick but his stopping and all went through the second or so Laz was waiting to read the attack, so if it was coming he'd just push through it. This would've been accomplished by Laz popping up and rushing forward, displacing the kick or something.
There was no kick, so why was all of this mentioned? Because no matter what, Lazenca was popping forward from his crouch, hard and fast as if he were ready to pounce, and straight into the gap. The left arm opened up, ripping across Val's defense-- more lines, and Lazenca's right foot stomped on the ground. The right hand followed-- more lines. He wasn't touching Val... the lines were jumping the space.
With his moving forward, the spike would very likely slide hard against his lower leg on its way up, and Laz would've half-stumbled if not for the sturdiness of the half-greaves he wore and his stomping and securing his stance. However, if it continued up, depending on how high it was looking to go, it'd rip across Lazenca's inner thigh as he slid the left leg forward. Very wince-worthy, but not debilitating.
What? Move forward?!
Slow the cameras down quite a bit, and Lazenca's hands were flipping around themselves, moving back and forth with a light-trail effect as if he were raving. He'd slide forward whenever Valentine retreated, keeping the approximate range. Whenever a white line was penetrated, it disappeared-- it did its job, slashing into whatever muscle group it was offered. The chest would be preferable, but the arm was noted.
In real time, Val just walked into a x2 Maelstrom. Attempting to stomp again, which would be read as nearly falling (since he was largely focused on knowing where his lines were and didn't know Val earthbent a spike yet), would result in Lazenca's rushing in hard and actually running his claws across Val's face to get him to drop. This attack would last for about five seconds... didn't seem long on paper, but considering how cut up Val was getting...
And oh yes, there will be blood.
[disk 1, track 4]
ShadowDragonVX Wrote:WISSSSSSSHINK!!!!!
((I know right? Terrible sound making for unsheathing a blade but I'm pretty sure you get the picture XD))
Lady Sierra Wrote:
But she wouldn't circle.
She wasn't going to engage in a game of merry go round. As Rys made a move to circle the opposite direction of her. She would match his direction, heading him off and stalking forward....
[i]Even if she wasn't going to admit it(which I don't think anyone would in the middle of a fight XP), she wouldn't have to, in Ryosukes mind, she was making her move, in which the heading him off part was all he needed to see. Then suddenly.............Flash! Well, had it been an anime thats what would have been expected, but since this was "GAIA" so I need to break it down in better terms. "FLASH" meant Rys katana had left behind the sheath and because there was no "curve" blade side on this katana the speed for a jab towards his opponent would be a lot faster than the normal katana forward thrust. Since they were barely a foot from each other Ry would have all the room in the world to thrust his blade at his opponents RIGHT shoulder meaning Ry was striking with the blade in his left hand. Why there? Well, Ry didn't really know what hand the "object" was in, but striking the shoulder meant rendering the arm infective, or keeping it from being used to maneuver of any kind.
Ryosuke kept his right back, but besides that hand he would have been stepping forward with the right foot to make the strike.
EDIT: Took out the striker part because people kept bitching over it.
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Grabbing for the blade with his left--
The length of a katana varies from 70-90 cm or rounded off, 2.3-3ft in length. She was already within that range. A foot and a half wasn't much and she'd still been moving forward--- He wouldn't have room to draw the blade fast enough as she stepped in closing the last of the small gap between them.
She had been baiting him, The object she grabbed was transferred to her left hand as she passed it behind her back.
Delight flashed in her eyes as she laughed, she stepped in and to the right, putting herself right in front of him, just inside his left arm where it was grabbing for his weapon. Her right hand would grab a hold of his left arm as it came back around. In an attempt to stop the sword from being drawn. It would be coming in from her right as the hand swung around from behind her back, the momentum, hopefully helping to reverse the blade's direction before it could ever leave it's sheath. But even if it did manage to be drawn, she was well inside his personal space, hand on his arm. Out of harm's way as far as that particular blade was concerned, at least for the moment. Her left shoulder was back, her hand trailing.
"Hee hee heee heeeee~"
Her right foot would be placed just inside his left as the elf's right hand moved around and forward coming in for a left hook aimed at the face.
:: 4/17 ::
Valentine wasn't expecting this sort of move at all. If not for his amazing reflexes he'd have been torn to shreds immediately. His stance changed back to a boxing stance as he ducked and weaved through the attacks while moving backwards. His opponent moved with him giving no real time for recovery. As his claws occasionally ripped his skin blood would splatter over the canvas, and he'd wince. Valentine conditioned his body to have a high pain tolerance, and what helped it more was the speed, making it a quick pain. Because of Valentine's moving the claws would not get deep enough to slice through muscle, but they would leave some beautiful scars on the man. The attack as Valentine would view it went in a pattern. Such an attack in order to gain that much speed and precision, Lazenca would have to know where the attacks were going and couldn't be just done at random. Valentine didn't have much time to analyze it, but he was able to find a small period of time that was an opening. He'd stop moving backwards when he knew the opening was coming, and would turn his body putting power into a right fisted punch. His fist seemed to glow because of the ki energy that the fist contained. The energy he kept in it was unstable and as such when it would make contact with something the energy would create and explosion. Damaging Valentine's hand somewhat, but not as much as it could damage, whatever was hit. " SHINING PUNCH!" He would yell out after having thrown the punch. This was his shot, the punch had a good deal of power in it, low knock out chance, but it would definitely leave a mark.
....And here she comes.....
Was the quick thought that passed through Rys head as he watched his cleaver opponent close the gap. But what she did next was more in his favor than hers. This next attack was more INSTINCTIVE and quick to make rather than taking a long thought process to put together.
Lady Sierra Wrote:
Her right hand would grab a hold of his left arm as it came back around. In an attempt to stop the sword from being drawn. It would be coming in from her right as the hand swung around from behind her back, the momentum, hopefully helping to reverse the blade's direction before it could ever leave it's sheath. But even if it did manage to be drawn, she was well inside his personal space, hand on his arm--------
:: 4/17 ::
[i]No..In fact, it was Ry who was baiting his opponent, but lucky him, SHE made the first move in making contact before Ryosuke could scramble to his sword which in fact was too long for him to draw completely. Perfect, she somehow switched hands with the weapon by tossing it behind her back, grabbing the "arm" (keep in mind you never said where) and even broken the distance between the two enough (being less than a foot and a half as you mentioned after moving right in front of me) to which now she was all up in Rys grill, and to make matters better, her hold? was only with one arm. Perfect.....In which NO he wasn't able to fully unsheathe the sword, but not because she took hold. Rather because he chose to stop pulling the moment he felt her touch.
Ryosuke, after getting his arm grabbed, would make things simple but effective. First, Ry immediately countered her hold by taking a hold for himself. With the "same" left arm. Ry had guessed she was holding his arm just a few inches below his shoulder, giving him plenty of space to bend his arm "up" using his elbow and grab hers by her elbow. While that took place Ryosuke quickly threw his right hand to her other elbow which in some manner might have been prepping to move to the side or upwards to make a hook at his face? No dice...And yes, it was a lucky guard on Rys part.
Now that she was in his face or "personal space", and in his face Ry would blast forward using his abs and waist to bend his head quickly and"head butt"(to see the speed of the attack, in which remember I'm facing you, and since we never stated our heights I'm assuming were face to face, plus i'm not bending my head back to hit, I just force my head which is actually a few inches above my forehead is what i'm hitting you with) his opponent right between the eyes..Shooting in fact for the bridge of her nose to which wouldn't even take seconds or even that to make the attack. Which with Rys hard head, damage would have gone past blood dripping from the nostrils but also a broken bridge and nose would make his opponent teary eyed and blur her vision. How she would manage to dodge this when she closed the gap by so much wouldn't seem possible at all, seeing how the space between the two was pretty much kissing distance.
Like Ry had mentioned before, whether it be a beautiful girl or not, he underestimated no one in the heat of battle.
4
No, there was no pattern past the initial three swipes. Things were more chaotic since he was actually moving with Val, which called for him to make movements dissimilar to the norm-- usually, Laz is content enough to stand in place and draw up the wall of lines. Having to go around and the such threw whatever normal hand pattern Lazenca had out the window-- the energy was his, but he had little wish to jump into his own buzzsaw. However, this didn't mean that Val's attack couldn't get through. It only meant that any dreams of getting it in without sacrificing the arm (and perhaps the rest of the body) would be dashed, for when a line hung in the air, it stayed unless touched. Most of his lines were going untouched, so those lines were still up there.
"Huungh!"
Fist met chest and the pattern was broken... the Maelstrom's constant draw had been stopped before Lazenca wished it, but the attack didn't end. As the energy erupted against his chest and took his wind, Valentine would see the wall of white crash inward against his unprotected body. All that juking and jiving was now for naught since Valentine threw himself back into the thick of things. Was it truly worth it?
Going straight back, surely Lazenca got caught by his own attack at least a couple of times. But the same way a fire guy can throw balls and not get hand hurt, he'd fall through with little resistance or problem. His punching opponent, however...
[disk 1, track 5]
-There he stood within the middle of the cage with his arms folded and tapping along the floorings of the ring waiting patiently for his opponent while the other two are already in heat of the battle. Pretty interesting for his first year taking part in the tournament, first battle for him and there was already some waiting involved for other people. A quick huff of frost and the popping of his neck when tilting from side to side, he hoped is target is well prepared the moment their feet hit the cage floor.-
"Hm."
"Silver...your up."
Sunstrike wasn't watching the other man very carefully, engrossing as Wulf and Teira's fights were becoming. Then he suddenly realized there was an opponent. Check. There was a cage. Check. But there was no Silver...
"********."
Sun thought he'd get a round out to lounge and maybe catch Teira flashing that little skirt at the audience....she had little devils on her undies, and Sunstrike was a sucker for that. But there was Silver, curled around the bag, the drink, and his leg like a child wrapped up for the night. The poor guy really was tired, waiting all this time had finally caught up to him.
Carefully Sun pulled his foot out of the sleeping Silver, snuggly bear trap of a grip, and half walked, half limped up to the third cage. Metal foot clanking he hauled himself up and through the door, which clanged shut as soon as he'd reached a well enough distance inside.
Even before the door was shut he was watching his opponent with those odd eyes, hell he was down right STARING at the man, grinning like an idiot, before he shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. He had pants this time, it was nothing short of luxury.
-At last.
His opponent finally showed up, the slow clanking kept him from feeling restless. The visible scarlet optic watched him suggishly enter into the cage and as his dark sinewy limbs unfold to rest at his sides, the twisted smirk grew into an evil toothy grin and the razor sharp canines start to water.
The stage is set for another battle into the cage, the two staring each other down. Both plated gloved hands of a fingerless cut ascended at the chest to be tugged at the ends for a tight adjustment, before he combed through the silky azure and platinum locks to the rear in revealing the white eye patch.-
"Nice of you to show, let's get the show on the road."
"No worries, love. S'nice of you to stand there in the middle, at any rate."
By this time Sun had pulled his hands out of his pockets, and walked to the edges of the cage. His hand smoothed over a few of the weapons, as if he were picking and choosing, much like his captain, earlier. Then his fingers caught in a loop, then another.
Rattle. Rattle. RATTLE.
It was an annoying sound to say the least, and building in pitch. The crowd loved it, screamed for it, the weapons began to shake and clatter together.
Sun wasn't going to wait for a handshake.
He wasn't going to get anywhere close to his opponent. He finally would rip an axe off the wall, sending the whole mesh rippling, brought on by the subtle quakes he'd started. Weapon in hand, he'd haul back like a pitcher...was he going for his opponent? But a blow from an axe....not only painful but FATAL.
He grinned and missed in his throw by miles, hitting the top of the cage, where it rippled and shook the weapons.
One. Not enough.
1/17
-Observing his movement and actions, indeed the sound was rather annoying but remained in the same spot as he slowly groped the weapons like a desperate man in a strip joint. The right hand stayed close to the sheath with each individual digit sluggishly curling and uncurling one by one. There really wasnt nothing much to think about since his opponent havent made a move other than purposely missing an attack, he simply stood there feeling a slight breeze from the random throw of the axe in which he figured the guy might use for later.
Aha!
his mouth begun to water more before taking in a deep breath and within seconds, he simply spat out a sharp needle made of ice towards the neck of his opponent. Yeah it was an attack but it was mostly to gain his attention as to what the individual should be doing.-
{1}
There was a twang as the axe embedded itself against the top of the cage.
A shuddered breath, a feeling of cold, and little flakes shattered from the one frozen bolt.
There he stood, braced for it with a random baseball bat held out horizontally like a shield, the worst of the needle already dripping from a crack that split all the way up the wood. His metallic foot was braced up against the cage, which he kicked when straightening up.
Rattle. Rattle.
Twisting the bat in a sarcastic circle and saluting the salavating crowd, this time he threw the bit of wood like a javelin, knocking the cage and sending axe free. Leaving both to spiral down towards the central figure.
Now it was apparent what his plan was...but my wasn't THAT dangerous. Various bits of weaponry were on the cusp of falling down on BOTH their heads.
Rattle. Rattle.
2/17
.: I apologize, but I'm slightly confused. What do the lines do? :.
-Of course his needle would be much of a faliure but at least he gained his attention. The menacing grin contested upon his mohogany visage even when the audible effect of steel sliding out of metal resonated within earhsot of to indicate the once hurled battle axe was on it's decent. He smiply moved towards the right in the form of a strafe by quickly shuffling his feet until Swoosh! His frigid form took off at a lofty celeration towards the opponent with his well decorated overskirt aggressively wavering against the wind.
Artix decided to start things of with a simple straight forward punch to the bridge of his nose once he started to powerslide into a full halt, this left a couple of feet in distance since his reach was extended by the use of his broad shoulder. The sad thing was that the cameramen could barely stay with the rush the arctic wonder had made.-
{2}
:: ! ::
He could hear the mad cries of lunatic spectators outside of the Cage match arena, he was late and missing the good stuff! He had come here solely to spectate, himself, but it'd be a real shame if he missed out on the action.
The impressionable and eager young elf slinked his way in and amongst the rabble to see the marvel of what made the people cheer.
:;Oh! It looks like it just started...::
"Whew."
Eh? What's this? They had all three cages up...that was strange he was under the impression that it was going to be a fight at a time. Hrrmmm, this was going to hurt the poor louts head looking from one cage to the other---
::DUDE, THAT GUY IS FAST!:: Noting the movements of Lazenca. He stepped forward through the crowd to get a better look---
::HEADBUTT!!!::
Okay...maybe not so difficult to find his cage of intrest---
"That guy has a BAT! YOU'RE SCREWED PAL!" He screamed at the non-bat wielding man.
Man...this was perhaps too much excitement for him.
Valentine Razir Hoskuo Wrote:
.: I apologize, but I'm slightly confused. What do the lines do? :.
[they feel like lazenca's physical claws slashing. twice in one hit, since he's working from a x2 multiplier. so they will now begin slashing you in all available areas. i was drawing them in the air with that hand swinging raving, and they disappeared when they touched you. but not many touched you since you backed up, so the remainder hung in midair. the option to collapse the "wall" on the target has been used.]
[.. X ..] Wrote:But if he put his hand in there anyway like he very well could, he'd get it slashed, as if Lazenca'd physically drew his claws across. It'd be more than a glancing blow since Laz had the time to charge this to x2.
[.. X ..] Wrote:
Valentine Razir Hoskuo Wrote:
.: I apologize, but I'm slightly confused. What do the lines do? :.
[they feel like lazenca's physical claws slashing. twice in one hit, since he's working from a x2 multiplier. so they will now begin slashing you in all available areas. i was drawing them in the air with that hand swinging raving, and they disappeared when they touched you. but not many touched you since you backed up, so the remainder hung in midair. the option to collapse the "wall" on the target has been used.]
[.. X ..] Wrote:But if he put his hand in there anyway like he very well could, he'd get it slashed, as if Lazenca'd physically drew his claws across. It'd be more than a glancing blow since Laz had the time to charge this to x2.
.: Since I was backing up, and you were moving forward wouldn't that get rid of them? Then with me suddenly stopping, momentum would pull you forward still pulling you into the punch, and through the lines would it not? :.
[i explained that i'm doing what i can to not cancel my lines by not walking into them. moving around them and being conscious of where they are means that when i move back from impact, some lines are removed but not all.
i didn't debate getting punched at all. you step up into me to punch, you step back into the last lines i drew and whatever else are behind me still in the air that i managed not to walk through.]
ShadowDragonVX Wrote:
No..In fact, it was Ry who was baiting his opponent, but lucky him, SHE made the first move in making contact before Ryosuke could scramble to his sword which in fact was too long for him to draw completely. Perfect, she somehow switched hands with the weapon by tossing it behind her back, grabbing the "arm" (keep in mind you never said where) and even broken the distance between the two enough (being less than a foot and a half as you mentioned after moving right in front of me) to which now she was all up in Rys grill, and to make matters better, her hold? was only with one arm. Perfect.....In which NO he wasn't able to fully unsheathe the sword, but not because she took hold. Rather because he chose to stop pulling the moment he felt her touch.
Ryosuke, after getting his arm grabbed, would make things simple but effective. First, Ry immediately countered her hold by taking a hold for himself. With the "same" left arm. Ry had guessed she was holding his arm just a few inches below his shoulder, giving him plenty of space to bend his arm "up" using his elbow and grab hers by her elbow. While that took place Ryosuke quickly threw his right hand to her other elbow which in some manner might have been prepping to move to the side or upwards to make a hook at his face? No dice...And yes, it was a lucky guard on Rys part.
Now that she was in his face or "personal space", and in his face Ry would blast forward using his abs and waist to bend his head quickly and"head butt"(to see the speed of the attack, in which remember I'm facing you, and since we never stated our heights I'm assuming were face to face, plus i'm not bending my head back to hit, I just force my head which is actually a few inches above my forehead is what i'm hitting you with) his opponent right between the eyes..Shooting in fact for the bridge of her nose to which wouldn't even take seconds or even that to make the attack. Which with Rys hard head, damage would have gone past blood dripping from the nostrils but also a broken bridge and nose would make his opponent teary eyed and blur her vision. How she would manage to dodge this when she closed the gap by so much wouldn't seem possible at all, seeing how the space between the two was pretty much kissing distance.
Like Ry had mentioned before, whether it be a beautiful girl or not, he underestimated no one in the heat of battle.
4
|| The world seems not the same... ||
|| Though I know nothing has changed ||
She wasn't stupid. She fully expected him to try and get off his own attack. She simply didn't care.
She had grabbed him below the shoulder but a little further down then a few inches. Since he hadn't made a move to block, for all he'd know it could have been a hook coming at him, she would have grabbed juuusssst above his elbow, as it was the most readily available part.
Her thumb would dig painfully into the inside of the joint, her hand clamping around it in a death-like grip. Her thumb would grind harder into the joint, gouging into the pressure point found there. Two major arteries would be subject to the painful pressure, the third slightly above her grip might also be subject to discomfort.
That arm was unlikely to be bending up to grab her, especially as he had been reaching back to draw his sword. Arms simply didn't bend that way. However, if he insisted on it, she'd oblige him and the arm would either break or dislocate. His choice as it would be mostly his doing. She'd just help it along.
So, either his arm was trapped or broken now? Not that it really mattered. His arm wasn't her main interest.
He grabbed her left her left elbow, that was fine.
He went to headbutt her.
Even better.
Teira was petite, standing at 5ft 6''. Rys towered over her at 6ft 2''. So he had to bring his head down a ways to meet her forehead.
But as his face neared hers, her lips curled into a sadistic grin. Once he was well and committed to the move, her wrist, which was entirely unhindered by the grip on her elbow, even if he was replicating the her own pressure point tactics.... would rotate. So her hand was no longer positioned for a punch, but a stab. It would cause her pain, as his fingers would likely be digging further into her joint, partially due to her own movements.
She would shove the object in her hand through his right eye. The non bristled end of the TOOTHBRUSH would be stopped from going too deep to be fatal by her hand's own grip, as she destroyed the eyeball.
She had her leg inside his too.
Her right ankle and her calf hooked around the back of his left leg as she was still pushing forward.
A take down.
If he fell, she would land on his abdomen, using her weight and her legs to pin his upper torso--
:: 5/17 ::
As Valentine's punch connected the energy exploded. The force of the explosion would likely push Lazenca back, unless he was able to somehow plant his feet in a way that he would not move. Movement made them disappear, but it was obvious that simple movement like the wind blowing was not strong enough. This put in mind the released energy from the explosion shot out in a three-hundred and sixty degree sphere. This would cause the two energies to collide, and one of two things would happen. Either one energy would completely overwhelm the other or they would cancel each other out. Valentine figured his explosion would likely overwhelm the lines seeing as there energy would be depleting at a constant rate, either way it would help Valentine. This would work only for the older lines, and the ones close to his fist for the of them, Valentine would go with a different tactic. He'd use the same tactic as with the fist, but he'd have it explode from his entire body. Of course such a dare devilish move would take some time, and couldn't happen instantly because the thought would need to process. In that respect a couple of slashes got through and they hurt like a b***h, but he'd let this be the finishing touch of them. As the explosion he released from himself was ended he'd jump into the air.
Using his bukujutsu technique he'd suspend himself in the air, by using his own ki energy to obtain flight. It didn't take much so he could keep it up for a while, but this would give him an advantage. From what he'd seen, this man attacked like an animal. A canine beast, which couldn't fly, so by placing himself in the air he hoped to render the majority of the man's attack useless, but above all his claws.
Huh, he was able to take all that energy out with that one punch? Well it was all good, really. Seeing what this guy was about, and Lazenca was getting his answer.
After being pushed back, he quickly planted his foot. A nice hit... the man's energy fist was noted, as he watched Valentine take to, and remain in, the air. So, it was the running game then? Val was likely too high to just jump up and grab his leg... so Lazenca pushed himself to the nearest wall and started pulling things off for the sole purpose of pitching it.
The first thing he pulled off the wall was some kinda knife with a rope attached to the end. He immediately threw this down and while keeping his eyes on his airborne opponent pulled off a Western sword. That was thrown. Then a Eastern short sword, knife, metal pipe...
And while Lazenca was no world-class weapon thrower, he'd tossed a few unwanted blades at their owners with pretty good accuracy and technique.
[disk 1, track 6]
Valentine moved in the air accordingly to avoid the weapons. It would seem that Lazenca could not reach him at this height. Valentine took his Hung Gar stance back up, and began to make a variety of movements, even though not necessary the movements made his manipulation of the earth look like an art form, and it mostly contained kicks. Valentine's attack was rather simple. He'd use his movements in order to send more spikes through the canvas. This would add an interesting twist. The terrain would make it harder for his opponent to move, and on top of that the sharp spike would more than likely make his opponent opt to climb the cage and stay on there.
How the...
...heck was he manipulating the ground without touching it? Gotta move, gotta move... so that's what that feeling was. He's staying up there, I gotta chase him...
In one certain angle, a camera's flash went off over his head.
He was close to the edge... and so he ran. He slowed down to pick up the rope on that knife, and it dragged behind him. He felt a pain and nearly stumbled again, but his step was mostly unaffected from that point on since the part of his foot that had just been pierced wasn't a part he ran on. Though, that constant running pressure wasn't gonna feel good.
Hustle... the rope dangled. Lazenca kept running and was gathering it hastily in his hand. Eyes were mostly level with the area ahead, so he could see the ground and make sure he wasn't about to trip into a hanging axe and take his own head off or something. He knew his opponent wasn't going to let him keep running. Something was going to happen to break the pattern.
So he broke it himself, cutting backward and high-stepping, almost leaping back a step (around whatever spike may be there). And it was like this that he ran, but his feet no longer touched the ground. After leaving every step, something gave way. Thin, falling in small jagged pieces like shattered... glass that was soon to disappear with the hot, sticky atmosphere. Pieces of this glass hung to the side of the cage, marking Lazenca's trail.
He was climbing the cage, alright... each step was notably higher than the next. And for good measure, he picked up a club he missed while passing and tossed it, giving Val something to do. This is where he'd make another cut-- he looked like he was about to jump, from where he was, all the way to where Valentine was.
[disk 1, track 7]
((I'm thinking that part I lost you at was how ou figured my arm was bending, then thats where your toothbrush move came in and then it made no sense to me.
Think of something like how you flex your muscle. Where you lift your arm from the elbow upwards so your fist or knuckles could get closer to your shouler.
You grabbed at my shoulder or whatever, so I turned my hand from the hilt (thus turning my arm) and "bent" my arm using my elbow in that way to grab your elbow from below your right arm. I'm not sure which way you thought it was bending but meh...Its been fixed I guess...))
H'ooookay....
So, somehow she managed to get a toothbrush to point straight at his eyes by lifting an arm that was being held by the elbow when in fact BOTH arms were being held at there elbows and her right hand was already clenching somewhere around his shoulder. In part since she was shorter than Ryosuke, Ry did play a hand in moving his head down to her. But wait......
Didn't Ry say he was head butting a few inches above the forehead? So Ry was guessed she was moving that said arm towards the eye herself and stabbing rather than Ry flying into it. Unless she wanted the toothbrush to hit him in the hair where he was abundant of hair?
Well, hell, its gaia, so however she managed to get the toothbrush up to Rys eyes the last thing he should do is be surprised on how it happened.
And so, how did this look to Ry? With a toothbrush approaching his eye socket?
******** that...
Ry simply broke all connection with the girl from all holds. First being the head butt would be put to a hold upon noticing he was flying to a toothbrush?
Lady Sierra Wrote:He went to headbutt her.
Even better.
Teira was petite, standing at 5ft 6''. Rys towered over her at 6ft 2''. So he had to bring his head down a ways to meet her forehead
Good for Ry it seemed, it was a quite aways, which was plenty of time to have noticed his face (not his head anymore I guess since my headbutt was changed to my forehead so that I get impaled in the eyes with a toothbrush) was darting towards this said weapon..
So as stated earlier, Ry didn't really have any big plans for escape except his only power technique. In which upon approach of the incoming tooth brush Ry would (as explained before) break all holds and throw up his left knee. They were standing pretty close to each other, so possibly she would have taken a knee to the gut since it was at her stomach? Mmmm, possibly, but Ryosuke didn't bank on it...
Asura Senkuu (In this way, minus the grab, and i'm sliding backwards)
Speed wise it wasn't very fast at all, mostly like walking 4 feet for the distance but hoping backwards for the speed, so basically Ry could cover 4 feet of distance in little time. In which whether she took some steps forward or dashed to get inside by moving in side steps or whatever it seemed Ry could at least see it her heading his way. In which, after he covered about 6 feet in back sliding about reaching 3 feet he would start to lower his left knee to prep landing.
Wow...A toothbrush...Well, Ryosuke never would have thought of that one.
5
Start things off?!
Oh no, the fun had already started!
The camera man could keep his job, barely, but it wasn't his nose on the line, it was Sunstrike's. And he was taking no chances, or pulling any punches with this obviously headstrong youth.
To keep that much distance with an open punch to someone, it left a tremendous amount of space for a person that ducked well. Risky, especially against someone that could have been armed with a sharp weapon. But Sun had better ideas then just simply making the guy bleed.
His opponent would suddenly find himself part of the drop beat to Sunstrike's CAGE rhythm, as his forward wrist and elbow were captured in a tight grip, and a foot wedged itself into an instep, knocking balance and that hard stop out of the window.
Crash!!! Rattle. Rattle. Thunk, thunk, thunk...
A shower of armaments raining down, adding to the noise. The sky was really falling this time, it was almost poetic. Headfirst the other man would hit, let go almost as soon as contact with the mesh was made. The weakened joints jostled loose poles, a toothbrush, and ironically enough, a shield.
3/17
-With his arm being grabbed during the halting of a powerslide, he would add resistance to the pull that would end up having him thrown into the wall of weaponry by having the left foot push himself back,Shhink! a foot long blades would extend forth from the back of his fingerless gloved hands and underneath the steel plating. Artix set a vertical slash towards the opponents arm that gained a hold upon his with the use of his right hand. He knew something like this was most likely to happened if he went for it. Artix wanted bloodshed whether it be his own or the opponents.-
{3}
|| It's all my state of mind, ||
|| I can't leave it all behind--- ||
SO Rys sword hilt had been sticking out to the side more instead of 'behind his back' and his arm wasn't bent back quite as far and could reach up to grab a hold of Teira's elbow.
But it should be noted, that her hand placement, was nowhere near his shoulder. It was barely above the elbow joint, with the fingers reaching around and digging into the back of the arm, while her thumb gouged into the inside of the elbow joint on the pressure point where the Basilic and Brachial arteries were found.
Hers being the original grip, was stronger, as she wasn't straining to grab a hold of someone from an awkward angle.
That all had to do with HIS LEFT and HER RIGHT arm.
The TOOTHBRUSH was in HER LEFT and he was trying to stop her arm with HIS RIGHT.
Sequence of events thus far pertaining to these two limbs:
Teira throws left hook (feint).
Rys blocks the arm, grabbing it by the elbow.
Arm remains up, in elbow grab.
Rys headbutts Teira.
Rys Wrote:Shooting in fact for the bridge of her nose to which wouldn't even take seconds or even that to make the attack
Unless Teira was some deformed mutant with an upside down face, the bridge if one's nose is BELOW their forehead.
With Teira's timing, making sure he was committed to the head strike, the fact that it 'wouldn't even take seconds' and the fact that by rotating her wrist adding part of the toothbrush's length to her reach... there is no way, Rys would be able to stop his head in time, reverse the direction of his head, whatever.
The only thing that would save him, was that Teira didn't have fatal intent and her hand's grip would stop the non-bristled end of the toothbrush from plunging too deep into the ocular cavity as to cause death.
The eye ball would be destroyed unless he was secretly superman and had eyeballs stronger than steel.
As Teira had also stepped in to perform her take down, there was no room to raise a knee. And attempting to move backwards with her leg locked around his, would just aid her in taking Rys to the ground.
SO. Now they were on the ground, Rys on his back, Teira on top. She was sitting on his abdomen, using her weight and her legs to either side of his torso to pin him, her right hand still holding his left elbow.
Whether or not he'd released her right arm was uncertain---
:: 6/17 ::
Slash or no slash, into the wall Vexx would go. If it had been a stab, that might have halted Sunstrike's progress, then again, he was that keyed up from all the noise outside and inside the cage.
The only change, was that the follow through was written in Sun's own blood, hitting the ring as a semi shallow cut was made from elbow to wrist. The wound was made too late to make the grip slippery.
To add a little emphasis he'd make a well placed kick to the back side before getting some distance between himself and Vexx, nearly losing a leg to a falling b*****d sword, and stopping the weapon from DQing him entirely.
4/17
-Replay.
With his opponent being persistant in hurling him into the cage, he'll go wit the flow even when he's aware of the loose weaponry. Surprisingly his gear is made for this type of battle, he still held that sinister smirk as he fought on. The right hand thats along his own left side after slashing Suns arm , had backfist the b*****d sword off towards the side while he quickly hopped up and forced his feet off the side of the cage to propell himself backwards. Clang! clang! clang! The weapons continue to descened little by little with each full bodied contact into the cage, Vexx would turn around while in the air for a downwards left roundhouse kick towards the opponents left temple if he didnt turn about in time. If he did, it would swiftly soar towards the right temple in which it would most likley result in a knockout blow.
Spectators would notice that the arctic nomad is rather quick, nimble and dangerous. Vexx left scarlet optic begun to illuminate dimly when coming up with another idea if he decides to pull that stunt again, and the way he would land from the attack was having his left leg stretched out in a low crouch position.-
Sun was ready. One, two, three steps ahead.
CLANG!
A shield had been shaken loose from the blow, and it was a quick trade from foot to arm as he kicked it up for ready usage. Vexx's foot would come down against hard steel, the repercussions of which would be an odd ringing sensation.
CLANG! Went the second foot, because Sun had no intention of stopping either blow, before he pulled out of the grip, grabbed the edges with both hands and SMACKED VEXX UPSIDE THE HEAD.
CLANG!
Shieldbash.
5/17
Some fat lady out in the crowd was suddenly cackling in glee at the SHEILD BASH!
Damn, that was classic!
And some poor joker who had been on the opposite end of the bench the fat lady was sitting on had been catapulted into the light rigging over the arena when she had first sat down. He was practically left to cling for life the entire time fights were taking place.
He was less concerned with the fighting now and more concerned with staying alive, which would probably explain that his frantic climb to safety suddenly resulted in the triggering of the normal white lighting of the arena to change to dark red, blue, and orange over each individual cage.
Then the lights started strobing like crazy, and half the crowd started raving, probably the half that was nowhere near the garbage soup vendor. They were all acting like fools, whipping out cell phones and acting like they were glow sticks or something.
Fortunately the guy managed to keep all the lights attached to the rigging, so no one was brutally crushed. He would probably be stuck up there for quite some time, and either a rescue crew or Heaven or Hell security would be waiting for him.
If he had planned for a double strike towards Sun, he wouldnt make it obvious to an opponent such as him. Vexx let that single roundhouse smack that shield toe first where the loud CLANK! resonated about the arena. The frigid fighter rebound off the shield as he land on one foot to gain a quick momentum shift, he turned counterclockwise on his right foot as his body dropped low to perform a hard horizontal heel strike towards the right knee attempting to knock it out of place and have him collapse. If the move manage to become a success, the leg would continue to swing around at the rotation of the hips and the strength of his dark brawny limbs holding him.
Nearly breakdancing after the attack was something he felt like doing for peoples amusement and the strobe lights made it more effective. His other alternative if the attack was a failure, the strike would slightly have a ricocheting effect and perform a reverse action he intended on doing in the first place. Either way, he was getting back onto his feet afterwards.-
{5}
Alright apparently there was some odd time paradox Ry wasn't aware of and he got taken to the ground..
Now, what happened before that?
His opponent aimed to have Ry head butt his own eye out while she directed a toothbrush into it somehow?
So, since she was 5'6 Ry did in fact have the time to at least see the toothbrush. Though be able to stop the head butt might not be the full case at all. So at that final moment a target with the tooth brush was hit. How? Ry simply lifted his chin just a bit so the toothbrush would plow into his skin just 2 inches below his eye socket. Not exactly sure how much blood would have been leaking from his face after that, but yes, there was blood.
Though, at this point "Ry" would have never had the time to give a damn. His legs felt loose from behind as a foot he was unaware of at the time hand slipped behind his (ankle i'm guessing since you only told me you put a foot behind mine to sweep or whatever) So now Ry would be tumbling towards the mat.
So Ry did the normal, wrap both legs around her waist upon tumbling.
Since his legs would be up, and not grabbed like a tackle upon falling, in which his opponent had only gone for the--
Lady Sierra Wrote:SO. Now they were on the ground, Rys on his back, Teira on top. She was sitting on his abdomen, using her weight and her legs to either side of his torso to pin him, her right hand still holding his left elbow.
Obviously someone isn't as strong as there putting on..Even putting a leg behind someone else and pushing does not promise your going to knock them over. Especialy when your opponent has more than 60 pounds over you and is pushing back, but whatever.
And for this "sit" to happen, she would need to actually sit on top of him for that to work, which is unlikely she just happened to land on him to the ground and sat on top of him in that manner without scrambling. Ry's move would also be possible, even in mid air locking the waists with the legs and feet in MMA before taking a leg takedown is very normal. Lucky for her, Ry couldn't achieve an Arm bar since she was that much shorter and he would be falling backwards.
So, now Ry had pulled her in, and behind his back on his waist would be his sword, and though it was a lighter weight than most Katana's, because of Ry's weight and hers the sword would pretty much be useless since its pressed behind his back unable to be pulled out.
So, "Ryosuke" would be pulling in on her right "elbow" forcing her right arm to stretch out to her left, The he was still clenching while she took "them" to the ground. Ry had locked his legs around her waist to which his left foot would lock around his right ankle. Thusly his opponent wouldn't be able to lift herself up to strike, but rather have her upper body pressed against his chest if she were "5'6". Also, weight difference was dramatic here..His opponent only being an elf at 123 pounds (with armor?), and Ry being 185lbs. Although Ryosuke does normally change in weight after training mostly thanks to his MMA background. ((check the character select))
Her arm? Well..This arm of hers would be stuck in between both fighters planted on Rys chest and her....Well, she was 5'6 so if she were laying on top of Ry and her right arm was being pulled in to the left it might be up against her head? In any case, Ryosukes arm reach was 77.5" so head lots of reach with his own arms to pull hers past what there able to go. (I checked the character sheet and didn't see anything about reach)
In either case, though having a gouging blood hole under his eye, body control went to Ryosuke. Without having use of her waist rolling might not have been that possible. So what about the toothbrush? Possibly still in her hand for all Ry knew. Not that it mattered.
Now Rys left arm was pined, at least by the elbow, which in no means meant she had his arm down for the count.
6
Heidi Hamilton's eyes widened as she watched the fight. Speechless for a moment, before remembering she was covering this live.
"My gods, it appears that the Captain of FROZEN FLAME just stabbed her opponent in the eye!! With what---"
Camera zooms in, Heidi, squints as gasps.
Teira would release her grip on the TOOTHBRUSH And leave it sticking out of her opponent's face.
"A TOOTHBRUSH?!!--- The attack was made with you average household toothbrush. Viewers are asked, not to try this at home."
"OW! OW BABY!! SOCK IT TO 'IM!!!"
"UGH... I THINK IMMA' BE SICK---"
"YOU GO GIRL!!"
"HOW THE HELL DID THAT GET IN THERE!!"
There was a lot of blood, but Rys eye was somewhat in tact.
"It appears the TOOTHBRUSH is lodged beneath the man's eye and the eye is not completely written off--- This member of Team FIST is extremely lucky ladies and gentleman. To lose his depth perception and part of his senses in the first round would have been a devastating blow for this combatant!"
Teira tuned out the noise from the crowd, focusing solely on her opponent with sadistic intent.
"Hee heee hee hee~"
She giggled like a child playing with a doll. That's all this man was to her. A TOY.
If her opponent was so terribly surprised at her strength, then he had done something he'd told himself he wouldn't do. He'd underestimated her. BADLY.
|| I have to stand up to be stronger ||
But it wasn't that much of a shocker really, she had momentum and gravity on her side. Her center of gravity was working for her and directly against his. Sometimes being tall wasn't as great as it was made out to be.
Also, 77.5 inch = 6.458 333 333 307 feet and Rys arms hadn't been dragging on the floor, nothing had been done to draw her attention to mutant limbs, longer than he was tall. So Teira had no reason to suddenly start fighting as if they were. Unless her opponent's nickname was 'STRETCH' and he had some hidden rubber band power---?
She had planned to pin his torso, but hey, this was a fight and things rarely went as planned. He locked his legs around her waist and down they went.
He still had hold of her right arm, but the left was free.
Her arms rested on his chest for a moment as she presented him with a face full of cleavage, smiling at him. As for her legs, she was on her knees. Gathering her legs beneath her since they were free. She would stand-- partway at least, knees bent in a 90 degree angle. And then she would fall back, squeezing her knee's together and opening his guard. His legs were effectively trapped in place. Pulling her upper body away from her opponent and forcing him to let go of her other arm.
If Rys tried to sit up on her, he would be greeted in the stomach/guts by her right heel shoving him back to the floor.
Bringing her right heel over to the left it would lock in place beneath her left knee. Her torso would turn to the left as she trapped his right foot in her left armpit, placing his heel against the inside of her wrist. Her right hand, would grab the left fist and lock him in place.
"It looked as if FIST's fighter might have an advantage for a moment there... but FROZEN FLAME's captain has just put her opponent into a HEEL HOOK!"
The crowd was going wild.
"BREAK HIS LEG!!"
Which is exactly what would Teira would do if Rys struggled against the submission hold she had on him.
:: 7/17 ::
+++Then within the arena floor, meaning the crowd, there would be a guy break dancing. He had already broken out glow sticks that he had conveniently had on his person. The light contrails were swinging everywhere. It didn't matter in the least. He was having fun and he was waiting for even more interesting stuff in the fights to happen. Hell, maybe one of the opponents would get the idea and break dance fight. That would definitely get this guy's attention.
Valentine's boxing stance made a return even though he was in the air. He'd dodge the weapons by moving from side to side. He'd make his movements precise, as to not leave any openings in what he was doing. He'd watch his opponent as he swiftly moved, jumping towards Valentine. He would come up with an idea and hope that his opponent wouldn't be able to dodge. His right fist would begin to charge up ki energy beginning to glow, as if he were using his shining punch technique. Unlike last time it'd keep charging, and would continue to grow. His plan should work, but he wanted to make sure his opponent would be utterly rendered useless from it.
"Aww man, he flyin'!"
"Get outta the air!"
"Dat boy skurred! Hit 'em with that GETRIGHT!"
"Save us!"
The air was thick with it. Three concurrent fights meant for a a lot of sweat in the air. Slow, deep breaths of spectators on the edge of their seats, quick heartbeats of those sacrificing their voices to the three bouts. Beverages, alcoholic and safe, ran together sticky on the ground, on beards, on the wood and plastic and steel of seats In air did spit fly and collective hot breaths create such a thick mist that one could breathe and be possessed by it. A lesser man would lose himself to it, eyes blood red and mouth foaming would he swing wildly and hope for vitae to stain red the miasma that hung as atmosphere.
Lazenca was no lesser man.
His right foot landed on the platform of this constantly created-and-destroyed crystalline, sinking terribly under his weight though it pushed up against him. The left foot. Trudging through snow... that's what this felt like. The right. Not the high bounces of the pouncing fox, but the high steps of the humanoid with frozen feet.
The machine was breaking down all around them. Right arm let slacken the weapon he held, and all was getting shut out by the sound of grinding gears. Where warmth prevailed, cold now sought to take over. With a clenched left fist at his side did he swing the right arm outward, a familiar wave of white tearing the air between them. The knife swung around loosely, avoiding the dangerous lines that leapt the remaining gap.
[disk 1, track 8]
Completely out of view, a woman stood and watched the fights unfold. Both arms folded over her chest and her eyes narrowed on the events before her. Her crimson orbs gleamed from under the hood of a black cloak. A soft groan escaped her lips as she stood watching. She noticed the leader of Frozen Flame and she took a particular interest in her.
The woman then walked towards the cage and stepped into a lit area. Her pale face showing from beneath the black mass that cloaked her fragile form. She barely stood at 5'3 and her features looks to be of the age of 20. Black hair fell neatly on her cheeks and out of the cloak onto her shoulders. Pink lips pursed as she drew closer yet again trying to see everything all at once.
Someone hit the rewind button on life, obviously.
Well, two could play that game. The foot hit the shield once, and Sun pushed forward, driving Vexx back a few inches. Now, this wasn't enough to affect what the blue haired man had to do, but it would help Sunstrike make a smooth transition from one block to another...and another...
Clang Clang, CLANG CLANGCLANGCLANG.
People would have their music, and if the guy wanted to dance out his moves, then he was welcome to it.
But as soon as he settled, standing up or crouching down, the broad side of a shield would be waiting to hit home. It was as simple as letting Vexx use up the energy and using it to Sunstrike's own advantage.
CLANG!
Shieldbash/Take two.
For emphasis, not only would Sun get him in a cross, shield slamming into the side of the other man's face, but he'd also spin the broad metal, slide his hands through the grip, and solidly upper cut the other man with it, sinking down low and following through.
6/17
Yes, Ry still had her arm, and this breaking out of her guard would be fine, but one getting up and somehow getting out of Rys guard even when she's being pulled in by her left elbow AND being trapped between two legs wrapped around her waist, she was somehow able to get up or even stand?
This fight just kept going to the gaia god it seemed, but Ry had not time to really care. She did however managed to get up, but out of his guard? Not entirely.
Lady Sierrra Wrote:Her arms rested on his chest for a moment as she presented him with a face full of cleavage, smiling at him. As for her legs, she was on her knees. Gathering her legs beneath her since they were free. She would stand-- partway at least, knees bent in a 90 degree angle. And then she would fall back, squeezing her knee's together and opening his guard. Her arms rested on his chest for a moment as she presented him with a face full of cleavage, smiling at him. As for her legs, she was on her knees. Gathering her legs beneath her since they were free. She would stand-- partway at least, knees bent in a 90 degree angle. And then she would fall back, squeezing her knee's together and opening his guard----????
What?? Okay, lets be real and MMA fashion here...
123 pounds is being pulled down and waist locked by someone of 185. With the right arm being pulled how is she able to use the strength of her knees to effectively pull herself out of a guard from someone who's weight class is 65 pounds over her own? Even if she were a slippery devil, simply pulling yourself out of the guard by somehow getting to your feet? Well, if thats how it works on gaia....Cool...
Her standing up was fine, but that never meant Ry had a gap open in between his legs while locking her waists. So even if she was getting up, it never meant he was in fact "letting go" or being "forced" to let you of her waist.
Until that is.................She started to get to her knees and somehow stand? Great, but now her back would be bent over and her right arm would still be in his possession. Since getting up meant she probably let go of his left arm. Unless even at 5'6 SHE had rubber band powers and could stretch her arm out far enough to hold Ry by the elbows while getting up?
Doubtable...And now that Ry STILL had this right arm, he's yank it into his armpit or close to it.
She was nearly up and bent thanks to her trying to escape, and now Ry would sinply throw his long legs from behind her back to over her head. Locking wit the foot and ankle once more. Also, with his legs pulled tight together with this lock her right arm is getting pulled between her to legs and getting pulled backwards towards Rys gut in direction in a perfect position to be broken.
Rys weight topped his opponents hard, and his grab or clench hold would be in top form thanks to the MMA gloves in part besides his big hands.
Ry would be laying on his left side and pulling hard on her left arm in the direction of her right to put her center of gravity against her, and because his weight was stronger than her own and pulling down on her left arm from the elbow now she would either do two things escape, although they would only give Ry 2 different positions for his move.
To get out of it trying to pull to the right would put her on the ground in this position.
Going to the left would put her closer to Ry but only help Ry in pulling her arm from her shoulder or dislocating.
As of right now, since she was somehow standing or still even barley standing at all, or possibly be on her knees she would be in these two positions.
7
ShadowDragonVX Wrote:
123 pounds is being pulled down and waist locked by someone of 185. With the right arm being pulled how is she able to use the strength of her knees to effectively pull herself out of a guard from someone who's weight class is 65 pounds over her own? Even if she were a slippery devil, simply pulling yourself out of the guard by somehow getting to your feet? Well, if thats how it works on gaia....Cool....
|| I have to try, To break free ||
|| From the thoughts in my mind... ||
Yup! Apparently being able to contend against a great deal of weight wasn't strictly limited to HUEG GAIS.
She stood, part way and put him in a Heel Hook, despite the author's disbelief at the fact his character was getting his MMA butt kicked by a wittle girl, and this was how: Demonstration of performing a Heel Hook from the Guard
She was willing to perform a tug of war over her arm, but as she fell back, Rys would be forced to let go, if need be, Teira would aid the release with a well placed right heel strike to his guts, shoving him back against the floor of the cage.
She would perform the Heel Hook and apply pressure to the ensnared limb, threatening to break the leg. If Teira broke the limb, team FIST, not having an alternate, was in big trouble for round two. After all, you need 3 able bodied people to fight.
She continued to hold on, only a few more seconds and she'd achieve a lvl. 1 KO.
"You could always tap out you know--- "
Meanwhile, the press was going mad snapping pictures. As rolls upon rolls of film were expended, getting pictures of those devil print undies Sun had been drooling over earlier. At least he could be consoled by being able to pour over the tabloids that would be full of sexy layouts tomorrow morning!
With the coloured lights strobing overhead, spilling waves of colour over them, it looked more like a scene from an exotic club!
:: 8/ 17 ::
A fan girl out in the audience was screaming for Teira to "Let him have it!"
The other spectators were slowly edging away from the explosive girl, worried that she would try to take out some of her excitement on them! 
(( Wow, okay, now we seriously need a judge..I made my move right as she stands out of my guard and now suddenly its nulled and nothing happend? I might as well telelport out of her hold
No one ever said it was definite you would be able to get out of the hold without another move taking place while trying to do it. I'll just leave it alone...If you can't accept you were takin in by armbar thats something I can't help you with.))
Meanwhile the crowd had picked up on what she was doing and they'd begun to cheer and chant even louder~
-- CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! RATTLE-SSHHHK-CLANG! --
-WHAM!!-
-- RATTLE! CLANG!! CLANG!--
Spectators were pushing as close to the edge of the cages as they could. Everyone wanted to see. Some were trying to get a better peek up the Captain's battle robe's and some wanted a close look at her victim's face. Maybe if they got close enough they'd be able to hear that dreaded snap as bone grated against bone, should the elf claim the limb.
"TAKE HIM OUT!!"
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR??!! BREAK HIS LEEEGGGG!!"
"SMASH HIS FACE IN! SHIIIIIEEEEELD BAAAAASSSH!"
"LAZENCA, SAVE US!"
"YEEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!"
"SHE'S GONNA TAKE HIM DOWN FOR THE COUNT!!"
As if that were the cue, the crowd would have begun chanting--
"ONE!"
-CLAP!-
"TWO!"
-CLAP!-
"THREE!"
-CLAP!-
"FOUR!"
-CLAP!-
Rys was putting up a struggle, but Teira was persisitant--
Heidi glanced from the crowd to the cages as she stood, with Teira's match to her back, dirtying the shot. The crowd ROARED in the background as they hollered-
"The Captain of FROZEN FLAME has Team FIST's captain at a severe disadvantage. His as well as his team's fate, may rest on whether or not this amazon of a fighter spares her opponent's leg or not---"
"FIVE!"
-CLAP!-
"SIX!"
-CLAP!-
"SEVEN!"
-CLAP!-
...
((Go get your judge.))
Sunstrike Wrote:Someone hit the rewind button on life, obviously.
Well, two could play that game. The foot hit the shield once, and Sun pushed forward, driving Vexx back a few inches. Now, this wasn't enough to affect what the blue haired man had to do, but it would help Sunstrike make a smooth transition from one block to another...and another...
Clang Clang, CLANG CLANGCLANGCLANG.
People would have their music, and if the guy wanted to dance out his moves, then he was welcome to it.
But as soon as he settled, standing up or crouching down, the broad side of a shield would be waiting to hit home. It was as simple as letting Vexx use up the energy and using it to Sunstrike's own advantage.
CLANG!
Shieldbash/Take two.
For emphasis, not only would Sun get him in a cross, shield slamming into the side of the other man's face, but he'd also spin the broad metal, slide his hands through the grip, and solidly upper cut the other man with it, sinking down low and following through.
6/17
Getting two blocks with the shield meant he wasnt going to get a hit in with another move. He also noticed that his opponent was starting to move in and he begun to roll backwards into a stand, then leap into a strafe towards the right to nearly enter a semi- circular formation. The guy wanted to act like a swordless Link for the time being, we'll give him something to do. He had stood along the right of him at a few feet gazing at the shield as the heat quickly decreased in temperature to the point it turned into nearly a cold haze within the cage. The bodily heat rising from the spectators as well as the other fighters made it simple enough for it to be drawn in to effect just the cage Vexx and Sun are battling within. Once it grew quite thick and summer feel from the raving audience and other folks had created would now feel more of a winter setting as Vexx reached towards the right hip and unsheath the modified masamune and let his scarlet eye handle the rest.-
{6}
If Vexx thought Sun would give him half a chance to do all those acrobats, and not move to counter and compensate, the blue haired man was kidding himself.
It wasn't often that the salamander could meet someone he could actually powerhouse against. He usually for the quicker arts. But hell, he had a shield, he didn't need anything else against Jack Frost's twinkle toes.
Again he'd follow the movements home to the main person, a strafe wasn't a fake, and another move back, and the guy would be up against the cage itself.
To unsheath a weapon without a cloak is a very obvious thing to do, something that requires careful movement if you wanna keep your fingers.
The sword was half unsheathed when the sheild slammed home into a face.
Take 3.
7/17
-This was pretty funny actually, the only thing he kept doing was buying sometime. He could careless about the 300 re-enactment with the shield bashing, rolling back did have him close to the cage but with that strafe motion got him away from the cage to prevent being trapped. The weapon was drawn as he shuffled back and with the haze rolling in, it was a matter of seconds until Sun would feel something chilly breathing along the back of his neck. There was a swirling streaming vapor drawing into that one location before the audible crystaline chimes sounded within earshot of the two.
Arctic Onslaught
Burst after burst in a scattering group of sevens is a barage of sharp and solid icicles storming towards his back, the barrage would continue for ten seconds or he cancels it early. From the shuffle setting a yard from him, he wouldnt even perform the shield bash unless he would attack head on like a Rhino. Vexx held his snicker when placing the katana upon his right shoulder.-
{7}
Yup, a Rhino pretty much covered what Sun was doing. Each icicle hit it's mark in Sun's skin all the way up his back, penetrated an inch, and then melted within a second of a hit.
Cold chills echoed up his spine, before red steam suddenly erupted from his back, a testimonial to the ice attack. Cold was a no no, and Sun was progressively getting more and more ticked off.
Not only would the shield hit it's target, but now there'd be the full weight of Sunstrike, plus the guys OWN attack behind it, slamming them both into the cage with a clang.
8/17
-The icicles stopped since the guy appeared to be on a rampage. The only thing he kept doing was keeping himself away from the walls of the cage, leaping and shuffling into a circling strafe along the right of Sun to keep clear of the shield bashing. The moment that shield was thrusted forward and hit nothing but air, click! click! click! click! click! could be heard when Vexx motioned the katana diagonally with the blades detaching themselves to turn a simple sword into a bladed whip. He was planning on having the blades wrap around his ankle and let the razor sharp edges dig into the flesh before yanking it back to himself into a regular sword to have that leg slide out from underneath him. Slice and slide was what he planned on and it be interesting to view his reaction.-
{8}
Sparks exploded as the blade wrapped around the metal of Sun's ankle.
This left Sunstrike staring Artix down in a shower of blood, sparks, and strobe lighting. There was a reflection of something in his eyes, a kind of nonchalance that cancelled out the thought that maybe this was some kind of rampaging beast. No. Sun would never be that again.
Everything was calculated, everything was compensated for, and Vexx would only escape the beating once this round was over and Sun could tear his way out of this cage.
He shot forwards within Vexx's reach, and once again attacked with the only weapon he had, calmly waiting until his opponent had no where else to run, and no other option left but to be hit by that rounded burnished metal.
9/17
The crimson eyed woman took a step back and vanished into the shadows. She left to go watch another participate and eagerly wished to speak to.
Valentine was worried as hell, energy kept continuing to store inside his fist. He timed it all carefully as his opponent flew towards him. His heart pounded, sweat fell from his brow, as his breathes slowly began to heavy as his movement began to catch up to him. It'd seem like a rush of exhaustion would overcome his body. 's**t.' He'd think to himself his body starting to want to quit the fight. Valentine wasn't in prime condition, but he was good enough to finish this. The cuts he currently held all over his body wasn't exactly helping either. He'd watch as the man's arm lashed out to slash Valentine once again. Valentine's mind forcing itself to see the motion slower than it was actually going. He'd drop his level by lowering the amount of energy he was releasing from his body, and ducking. His opponent's momentum would continue to carry him over Valentine. Valentine would go for an attack to end the entire fight if possible. Energy would explode from below him to shoot him up swiftly after his right fist shot up in a uppercut towards the opponent's upper chest to lower abdomen. Just like the punch from before the energy was unstable and would explode upon impact. It wasn't a killing attack, but hopefully it would end this fight. If it didn't Valentine would be in trouble because he was getting tired and releasing that much energy at once was stressful on the body. How much long he'd be able to go who knows, but he wouldn't be going near as fast that's for sure. He'd have to focus all his energy into powerful attacks.
Interesting. Dropping in the sky to go below and attack like that... maybe there was more to this midair fighting that Lazenca initially thought. However, he didn't have the time to sit back and contemplate dogfights (no pun intended), since Valentine was moving.
Lazenca's eyes followed his opponent and his left fist began shaking. The right hand remained outward, snapping in only to catch the swinging knife. He was able to see what was happening, though he may not've understood it all. However, in his usual manner, actions were taken to prevent his opponent from doing whatever the heck he wanted to do.
But he's going over Val! How can he see all of that when he's directly over--
Laz's slashing lines jumped a gap, and the knife wasn't mentioned being able to cut Val-- 'cause there was space. A close-up fighter, it'd make more sense for Laz to go in and put bare fist to face and not repeat his failed attack, didn't it? Well, he wasn't trying to touch Val. He opened himself up and threw out a fake attack, to make Valentine move. And oh man, did Val move. Lazenca stopped advancing and his left hand thrust forward, a light blinking in his palm.
The explosion, the rising uppercut, and Laz just wasn't there to receive the hit. Oh, he was close, and one would assume that Val would "oh crap" and adjust his swing so it was a hooking upper, clearing the gap that Laz purposely left open.
So all that mention of a gap was just a waste of time, what the hell.
The clockwork silenced itself as the light died out. It was fire that propelled him upward, but it would be a shrill chorus of screams and a flood of cold that slammed downward into Valentine, though it didn't change his momentum too much. Lazenca needed that small gap to launch the first in this small series of attacks--
EXSpecial: Backlash Grenade.
The crowd knew it and loved it. The sounds of cheering mixed with horrific screaming, and though he was trapped in a sizeable and cartoonish chunk of ice, he'd hear every voice and see himself fly right on up past Laz (who was on his way down, ending his midair ice platform use to save at least a small bit of aura). And if he had thoughts of breaking out, let them be dashed as the ice cage erupted inward, imploding all about Valentine's person.
But that's not all!
Throwing his fist out involved little thought and motion, and it was good since he was able to concentrate on properly gripping the knife in his right hand properly. Hips snapped to the left, and he tossed the weapon-and-knife with impressive precision toward the middle of his opponent's chest-- Lazenca wasn't good with those sword things, but he threw his knife every time it was drawn.
With a grunt and many droplets of blood in a reawakened leg wound, Lazenca snapped his right wrist back to stop the slackening of the rope around his arm and between them. Val should be on his way down, not more than a second or so after getting blow'd up. A hard tug to the rope on the hopefully-limp opponent was designed to bring him out of his ragdoll fall, and over to a snarling Lazenca. Even with the broadcasters and crowd spitting and roaring, his quartet of voices could be heard commanding Valentine's body:
"GET OVER HERE!!"
[disk 1, track 9]
Things had just gotten serious in the center cage!
The crowd surged forwards, pressing against the guard rails like it were a rock concert. From somewhere, music started drifting out over the din and racket of the 3 matches.
The chanting of a count down melded with voices as they uplifted in unison:
"LAAAAZEEENCAA~ SAAAAVE UUUS!"
People broke out lighters, raising them above their heads and swaying side to side. Those who didn't have lighters, clapped their hands above their heads and everyone started stomping their feet together.
-- STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! --
-- STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! --
"LAZENCAAAAA~ SAAAAVE UUUUUSSS!~"
