Tres vs Setto

Stage0: Preliminaries

The Things Fox Hates Dojo

I think they may do Taekwondo here, and hey, is that a picture of John Cena?

A fighting arena of classical proportion, though those proportions don't have to be exactly defined. As long as the dojo has four walls, a roof and a floor, we're good with whatever size you decide on. The decor of course is just what you'd picture from an old kung-fu movie.

Terrain

General - Regular indoor floor, as interrupted occasionally by a mat for padding.

Weapons - One picture of John Cena.

Bonus Effects - Across the street one can occasionally hear mariachi music from the all night restaurant.

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Red Player: Tres Ecstuffuan

Representing: Team Lu-Bu

Played By: Tres Ecstuffuan

Blue Player: Setto Lucid

Representing: Team Save-a-ho

Played By: Setto_lucid

Dear Diary, or some deity who’s existence is some made up figurehead capable of accepting this bullshit episode I’m having. Funniest thing, I just got notification of this world’s Heaven or Hell tournament. Hence, I prepared myself to enter this old dojo dedicated to John Cena or some s**t. Laughable, right? I chuckled on the outside.

”HaHaHaHa…”

So I get this truck, right… It’s a big a** Chevrolet Silverado 2500. I felt it fitting for the job. Apparently I’m supposed to go to this dojo and interrupt someone’s day, S.W.A.T. style. I dunno what that consists of to these “Gaian’s” but back at home on planet Agia, I did it a little something like this…

The engine of the pick-up revved loud and clear. But it was only to be drowned out as Lucid pressed the play button of the stereo system within the truck. Speakers boomed in vibration from the back bed of the truck. Sub Woofers quaked the ground in a thunderous boom as sound echoed into the Dojo so loud, its paper walls would rattle in its wake. Then, everyone within a 2 block radius would hear the coming of Godzilla and of course, people paniced. So while screams echoed throughout the streets as the theme music rumbled, Lucid mashed on the gas and…

In reverse we go. Music is on queue, and here we go.

KEEE-RAAAASH!

The pick up rammed through the doors into the Dojo, parked where it was tradition to usually leave one’s shoes. Lucid left tire tracks. He hopped out of the door with a rugged look upon his face. Heavy combat boots mashed into the padding of the floor. Overhead lights would glint within the iced tips of his swaying dreadlocks.

Dun Dun Dun DUN!

His golden orbs locked upon the opponent, bouncing lightly on his feet in wait of Lucid. Lucid’s right index finger aimed a point.

Dun Dun Dun DUN!

"Get the ******** up!"

Dun Dun Dun DUN!

"Simon says get the ******** up!"

The speakers of the truck, having boomed so loud that the once stilled objects of the room were rattling as if an earthquake had hit the place, blew out from its sheer power. As Lucid lowered his hands to his side, preparing himself for battle, sparks soared in color scheme within the air as the music simply died and the dojo once again fell into a temporary state of calm.

”Time to work.”

Lucid’s arms would rise to the back of his head. With 2 strands of dreadlocks, Lucid tied his dreads back in quick movement with a tight seal, then lowered his hands once more.

”HeHeH… wow. Someone just dropped you right out of a comic strip, huh pal? They pay you money for that get up, or were you just born with bad taste? I don’t know if I want to punish you now because of this tournament, or because your cologne is so strong you could kill a horse fly.”

And he was hit with a piece of wood in the chest. Lucid didn’t even bother to glance down at the chunk of wood that hit him. He was too focused on his advancing opponent, thinking absolutely nothing about the fight.

”God, don’t burst a blood vessel. You’re havin an episode of ‘The Little Engine That Could’ there, pal?

And then his opponent was in range. The jab came.

Tch… Yeah right. Get real pal, a crappy way to open a fight.

”Let me…”

Lucid shifted his right foot, changing his stance a bit. As his opponent’s arm extended for the full jab, it tugged and pulled the skin just under Lucid’s left eye and cheek, his wrist rubbing against his nose. But in that same moment, Lucid’s right foot thundered for a swift, low roundhouse to his opponent’s leading knee.

”show you HOW IT’S DONE!”

Whether he struck his target or his opponent managed to somehow shift himself away from the blow to the knee, Lucid wasn’t about to let him run so easily.

Gotcha cornereeed!

Yea Yeaaaaah yea!

Gonna beat your guts in nooooow!

Yea Yeaaaaah yea!

Following his sudden roundhouse, Lucid’s foot dropped, bringing his right to the lead while in simultaneous motion cocking his left hand back. Then he pivoted and thundered forward with a follow up. His left fist sliced through wind as it curled and curved forward to impale itself into his opponent’s lower rib cage/solar plexus region. A 1-2 but with unorthodox and devastating effects to the opponent. And all this done, with a taunting smirk. Lucid was now on his foe’s inside area, and he was unrelenting.

Attack:

Low Right Roundhouse into Left Hook

Location:

Knee (Roundhouse) to Solar Plexus (Hook)

Estimated Damage:

Waitaminute, you can’t walk. Ohmygawd, did you have pancakes for breakfast?

(Imbalance and loss of support to the knees upon perfect strike, otherwise ouch damnit now I should limp. Then a temporary stress of breathing.)

Aggressive Energy

Current: 150% Level 2

Used: 0%

Added: 20% + 20% = 40%/190%

Post:

1/10

Woopsie...

It’s to be expected. His foe’s cross went as planned, well almost. Lucid knew he’d miss his mark the moment his opponent checked his right foot. It wasn’t much he could do to stop it though.

Blam!

The fist of his foe slammed into his jaw. Yes his jaw. Lucid tilted his head to redirect the blunt force from its original target and then allowed momentum itself to carry him.

”Oww…”

Lucid spoke casually. His teeth rattled and head cocked back from the blow. And just as his opponent shifted weight to drive a round house, Lucid’s right leg pulled back.

”You’ve got a bite, kid. But I gotta tell ya, you’re…

The kid’s roundhouse scraped past his moving thigh as Lucid shifted weight. That’s how close he was to taking a beating. But Lucid planted his right foot, shifting weight.

”…also good at leaving yourself WIDE OPEN!

His left foot thundered outwards before the kid could even drop his right from his roundhouse, yet alone cease his momentum. With a pivot of Lucid’s right foot, his left would thrust forward again and take aim to his right abdomen just as the kid would drop his right leg from the kick.

”Da ******** you think you are? Bruce Leeroy? Blacky Chan? Leave your kicks to me, lil man, before you get yourself grounded.”

“HaHa! HaHaHaHaHa!”

All the while, Lucid’s hands seemed to be preparing for something as he retracted from the kick. Just as quickly as it was delivered, Lucid retracted the leg back to balance in a snapping motion while centering his hands at chest level. A grin poised his lips. His eyes grew wide. And the laughter and chuckles he displayed earlier were nothing to bypass.

Let da bodies hit tha floor!

Let da bodies hit da floor!

Attack:

Left Side Kick

Location:

Abdomen

Estimated Damage:

Sit your a** down. (sharp, blunt pain with slight trouble breathing. Imbalance in stance from the kick).

Aggressive Energy

Current: 190% (Level 2)

Used: 0%

Added: +20% = 210% (Level 3)

Post:

2/10

”It started as a whistle and a feint chant."

Lucid spoke as his left leg dug into the ground. His opponent was about to figure something horridly wrong with Lucid in his stance. Unfortunately for him, there was little he could do about it. Without having realized it, the kid walked into a deadly trap as he short hopped backwards.

"Tres Ecstuffuan:"

"So you...

Think you know how to kick huh?"

Let da bodies hit the floor! Let da bodies hit the floor! Let da bodies hit the floor! Let da bodies hit the…

The whispers took control of his senses. He couldn’t hear anything else his foe muttered from his full lips. Vision all about Lucid began to blur and it was soon as if he possessed only tunnel vision, only able to see his foe before him. And then his opponent’s face would change. Like a mirage, Lucid began to hallucinate. Yes, Lucid had a few screws loose, as if one couldn’t tell from just his personality. An that split second of his foe’s short hop, the kid’s face transformed into Tommy the Train.

He’s taunting me. That little engine repeatedly muttering to himself…

‘I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can, I think I can,

Then Lucid grew pissed. The kid could read it upon his face, or would if he weren’t paying so much attention to adjusting his stance. It wasn’t much time before Lucid reacted. The hands he positioned at the center of his chest would give way a feint piece of evidence which could possibly inform his opponent of a hazard, but that was only the display of tiny sparks which were not as visible in light as they were in darkness. It would be like the sparks one would see from static electricity when pulling apart cloths in the drier. The kid didn’t manage to finish the last of his words, not in Lucid’s mind anyway. His foot slid forward. And the song that continued to repeat in his head finally made him snap.

Drowning Pool - Bodies

"Tres Ecstuffuan"

"So, I heard this...

”Concussion!”

His voice cutting off in sound at the end, it was interrupted by this…

KraaaKOOOOM!!!

That was the sound it made when Lucid released his Concussion Blast. That was the compiled forces of positive and negative magnetic energies launched towards his foe. The Kid only had the warning of the boom, and that in itself wasn’t much of a warning. The thunderous boom was enough to mettle with ones ears, like hearing a jet break the sound barrier but not as bad. Unfortunately for both Lucid and the kid, they were within an enclosed space. The sound had nowhere to echo to, so the walls reflected the sound and amplified it. But the sound wasn’t the problem.

It was the surge of electrical forces which made the air look as if it were being bent by some invisible object, only seen by the sparks of electricity surrounding it. With the shape and size of a 5x5 spherical diameter, it hurled itself at the kid with increasing speeds, which cut reaction time in half. Poor kid. Even being scraped by such force could hurl him some off feet across the room. But a direct hit, well, there was no telling. The poor chum could have a few bones broken if he attempted to resist it. He could be hurled into the paper and wooden wall behind him. He could be flattened. And as for Lucid. The man had little control over that type of energy. He was thrown back by his own creation, swept off his feet. His back collided into the side of the truck he drove into the dojo in the first place.

”Gaaah…”

Ok… maybe driving this truck wasn’t such a bright idea.

Attack:

Quote: Concussion (Level 3- Projectile)

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A variant of Release. Lucid concentrates repelling magnetic energy of like charges into a compressed ball of energy and fires it at the opponent. Upon contact with a solid object, the ball will detonate releasing a concussive blast with a powerful knock back force capable of breaking stone. The force of Concussion knocks Lucid unbalanced and temporarily unable to generate magnetic energy (2 post cooldown). Damage received by the opponent ranges from moderate to severe. (Uses 40% Aggressive Energy.)

Location:

Torso

Estimated Damage:

Complete knockback if touched. Possibility of broken bones if hit directly. Otherwise heavy blunt force with the power to knock back from 5 to 20 feet in distance.

Aggressive Energy

Current: 210% Level 3

Used: -40% = 170% Level 2

Added: 0%

Post:

3/10

”Hey, where’d the train g…”

He couldn’t even finish his words. With his foe deflecting such a powerful blast, then recovering fast enough to throw a knife-like object, Lucid was struck.

”Hrrrk…”

Not that he could do much. The impact from the truck was strong and his balance so thrown off. Lucid could barely move to evade the attack. Maybe if he hadn’t been thrown into the truck, he’d be fine. None the less, he was at a complete loss as to what just happened, somewhat oblivious of how his foe managed such a retaliation. The knife impaled itself towards Lucid’s left abdomen, just missing vital organs but cutting a deep gash within his side.

”GodDamnShiet!

He managed to plant his feet, dropping his weight from his back and the truck. The recoil of his attack stung and now he was bleeding. Blood poured from his left side and began to freeze within his now soaking cloths. Wanting to grab hold of the wound, he resisted the urge and managed to stay stagnant as his opponent rushed in. With a grit of his teeth, Lucid was as ready as he would be, a weakened left side and all.

”Guess he decided to sing, ‘I know I can, I know I can!’ Welp, lets keep s**t moving…”

With open palms, Lucid focused his energy. Cold mist began to surround his hands and with that cold mist, Ice collected about his skin.

Attack:

Quote: Ice Combat

,+(Hold)

Lucid converts his body energy to output an aura of ice. Ice Combat grants Lucid access to melee ice attacks and special abilities involving ice. Each attack possesses a side effect of temperature manipulation of both environment and body temperatures. Lucid is not affected by a decline in environment or bodily temperatures to the degree of other players, but he is not resistant to extreme cases of temperature decline (I.E: temperatures which decline below 100 Degrees Celsius). Inevitably this creates a numbing feeling throughout the body, decreasing the feeling of pain depending on his temperature levels. For every active ice attack delivered, the environment can fall a degree (per post) within a small area, especially within closed spaces.

(Note: Ice Combat displays physical evidence of activation. Ice is always displayed on Lucid’s hands.)

Location:

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Estimated Damage:

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Aggressive Energy

Current: 170% Level2

Used: -25% (Critical Damage)

Added: 0%

Post:

4/10

His left foot shifted to the rear as much as possible. Keep in mind, Lucid still stood near the truck.

Whud!

His opponent’s foot struck the side of the truck instead of Lucid’s groin. The kid was in for a surprise. As Lucid shifted his stance, his left arm was already in motion to trap the kick before his foe could retract his leg. Though it was a snap kick, it was no jab. Kicks were slower. Then the kid would see it. As Lucid’s right came down, the back of his hand possessed a wide blade elongated to the length of a 3 inch knife. Its sole purpose, to cut into the skin and draw blood. Adverse effect, the kid would feel that later.

Little st. I don’t even know your ******’ name. But I know this, I’m gonna peel you like a banana…

His right fist would drop to slam into the kids knee cap assuming he had a firm grip of the kid’s foot. Bad spot. The position he would hold the foot tucked it under his forearm, just over the knife wound. Lucid ate the pain, used it as fuel, and powered through it.

Fuuuuuuuck your ******’ momma, daddy, sister, and everything you stand for because this st hurts like a b*h! **** your face! **** your kick, and ****** your knees too!

All ne needed was to feel a successful puncture of the ice knife on the back of his hand break skin. The formation of ice would shatter upon impact, causing not just a deep cut but a blunt effect as well. And if that worked, Lucid would lean his left shoulder against the side of the truck with his foe’s foot pressed against the truck bed, using it as leverage so his foe couldn’t retrieve his foot. His right fist was in rise, and he’d drop it again, and again, and again. What the kid knew, was that Lucid’s hands could hold knife blades made out of ice which shattered upon impact. What the kid didn’t know, was that each time the blade shattered, it reformed just to be shattered again. Consider it 3 punctures to the kid’s knee with his right hand so long as he maintained a firm grip. He struck hard enough so the pain alone would be enough to stun his opponent, even if temporary.

”Ya wanna kick now, huh? Ya wanna chuck knives at people. How about a taste of your own bullshit, you ******’ f***t! I hope you whine too, like a 6 year old who’s mommy just put the fear of God in the kid! Stop squirming and let me make you walk funny already!”

Attack:

3 repetitive heavy stabs/punches.

Location:

Left knee.

Estimated Damage:

Stop squirming so I can make sure you don’t stand straight and walk funny!

Aggressive Energy

Current: 145% Level 2

Used: -60%

Added: +60% (stationary)

Post:

5/10

Lucid’s eyes squinted.

As if I’d even let you… The hell you think I am, blind?

”Get real… and what the ******** are you talking about? You Tony the Tiger now? Here’ have some steel dagger meat, it’s GREEEEEEEEEEAT! Well I got something for you…”

Lucid’s actions were based on his opponent’s reaction, so if the first strike didn’t do what he intended, he’d change it up. After all, Lucid was still in possession of the kid’s foot, despite the fact there was a deep gash on his left side thanks to the throwing knife now impaled into the metal of the truck. Any movement of the kid’s hands were obvious with a position like this. Lucid kept close watch to make note of any adjustments needed if the kid wanted to pull something fancy, and he did.

Advantage, distance. The kid’s gonna have to lean in to even stab me once , and I bet he’ll try to do something stupid like display some accuracy. Disadvantage, I can’t move too much with these wounds, and if I let go of his foot for even a second, he’ll gain the upper hand.

Well, the kid was smart. He aimed for a broad area. But that didn't matter anyway. The kid wouldn't be able to maintain his balance to succeed his attack, and with his leg in such a position, he needed to strain himself to make such an attack anyway, regardless of how fit he was. So Lucid didn’t go for a second punch. He, instead, shifted his right arm and grasped hold under the kid’s knee while his left positioned at the ankle of his foot. Watching the kid, Lucid adjusted, gritted his teeth and winced with the pain. His left eye squinted from bearing with his cut.

”Swing and a miss.”

The blade’s edge created a small cut into his skin. But the kid even making an attempt to perform such a move was more than enough time Lucid needed to react.

So diary, let me break it down for you and describe how this played out. The kid’s pulled a few surprises. To be expected, considering I kinda lost it back there and fired a concussion blast at him. Must have hurt his feelings or something. So as he’s leaning in to stab me with this here throwing knife he’s so lovely attempting to reshape my abs with, I pulled something you’d see in a cartoon.

Lucid stepped to his right side when the kid attempted the stab at his oblique.

”See now ya done gone and got cocky. I’m in control of this fight, kid…”

The kid would lose his balance as Lucid jerked his left leg completely, stretching it in a way where it would look as if the kid were about to perform a split. Basically, his leg wasn’t supposed to go in that direction. The kid would feel as if his leg were being jerked from its socket, but that wasn’t all.

”Hey kid, ever had frostbite? I think now’s a good time to experience it.”

“Stasis!”

The ice which formed about Lucid’s hand began to take shape. Frost and mist collected into orbs around Lucid’s hands and the kid’s leg. It would compress and compile itself to feel as if the kid was, literally, freezing over. But only the leg would feel it. Numbing of the muscles, cooling of the blood flow, slow reaction of the nervous system. The kid’s leg would feel it all, creating an absurd difficulty for the kid to actually retaliate with that leg via jerking it away, or even moving it enough to resist the firm grip Lucid held on the leg. No, more so, the kid would feel as if his leg were trapped within a block of ice, and all those muscles he possessed which required adequate blood flow and oxygen were now considerably cut off from the fuel they needed to operate at 100%.

That was the least of his worries. This occurred as the kid would topple face first towards the side of the truck. Sure, he could use those daggers of his to prevent his face from becoming the new paint job along the truck’s side, but that wouldn’t stop what was coming next. Lucid rose his right hand to the toes of the kid’s left foot, which was freezing over and awkwardly bent, and began to twist it brutally, attempting to break his ankle. At the same time, he’d lean all his weight on his right side and and drive the knee into the side of the truck with his right arm for a loud WHUD!

The impact would be enough to hurt a bit, only distracting the kid with several things at once before the big finale.

”Guess what, Kid. I’m gonna break your ankle. Ain’t that GRRRRRRREEEAT!”

Attack:

Quote: Stasis (Level 1-Ice Melee)

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Lucid grapples the opponent then coats the opponent with ice in a rapid rate. The opponent becomes heavy by twice his/her body weight in which case his/her movement and reactionary time are slowed for a short period of time (1 post). The effects do not damage the opponent directly. However, Stasis can cause elemental damage as well as a severe loss of body heat to the opponent.

(Note: This attack can only be executed after a successful grapple.)

Face to truck. Knee to truck.

Location:

I like to freeze my chicken legs and thighs for optimum taste.

Estimated Damage:

Drastic Numbing of the leg. Blunt Trauma to the Knee. Severe pain to the ankle (possibly broken). Blunt Damage to the face.

Aggressive Energy

Current: 145% Level 2

Used: -50%

Added: +20% =115% Level 2

Post:

6/10

So he says…

”So you think you’re strong, f*****t?!?”

I think I hurt his feelings. But that’s ok, a good lock on the ankle always fixes whining. Now when this stasis kicks in I’ll…

”Hey, is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?“

It wasn’t just him. The kid managed to activate one of his special abilities, and all Lucid could do when baring witness to this was…

Oh……

…My…

……God!

Truly, he was amazed. As the kid’s body began to heat, Lucid realized his stasis was as quickly evaporated as it was activated. Little did the kid know, that’s usually a bad thing.

Game pause for a brief moment. So diary, a quick science lesson if you will. Usually when the body is rapidly cooled, and then immediately heated, it feels like someone is crushing your muscles and ripping your skin off at the same time. The feeling’s ridiculously controversial, right. Picture this, being frozen to death and boiled at the same time. Not fun. It’s supposed to be a gradual experience, ya know. That way it hurts less as the body is eased into it. Think of playing in the snow, then running immediately into a heated home. Fingertips, nose, and ear hurts like crap. And now, back to our gaming a**-kicking experience.

So, back to reality. The kid’s just super heated himself. And all I can picture in my mind as my statis has been rendered completely obsolete is...

”Holy Cosmos, Batman! It’s Goku!”

So I have his left leg at the shin. Stasis is nulled, and I originally planned to pull this guy off his balance and into a standing leg lock. And the mere fact he’s activated his Aggressor-Pressor-Whatchaconfessor leads me to think just one thing.

We’ve seen this in wrestling shows. Some bozo attempts to front kick the other clownshoe, as the kid did with me. The clownshoe, being me, catches the kick. The bozo, being him, attempts to free himself from said kick with a leaping kick that sends his body into a corkscrew. HeH, I should thank you kid. Those moves on tv are coordinated, you know. They practice and plan this kind of stuff, completely unlike real life, where your best bet is the element of surprise.

And I HATE HEAT! HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT!

But I do love it right now. It was like spider senses tingling. I wonder if Spiderman actually heats up like this when he senses danger. Eww, I take that back… being all hot and bothered like that. Eww.

Ok, focus. He’s coming.

Fact: Lucid was already in motion to begin the ankle twisting. This was executed at the same time he applied stasis. Nothing he could do about it now. But it was a help, since the kid would have to redirect his balance to get an accurate leap off his stable leg for the kick. Lucid baited him without the kid, and even Lucid, realizing how useful it was.

Oh God, sharp pain on way from that cut wound in my left ab. I’m so lucky it’s not so deep that it hit vital organs. God what I would do for Wolverine’s healing factor…

Lucid knew that even preparing to make an evasion attempt would be enough to send a sharp pain through his body. Pain worked in a funny manner. Blunt trauma causes disorientation as it rattles the brain and loosens the muscles. All one needs is a good clean shot and Bam! Instant numbing, relaxation, and then your strength is all sapped out. But sharp pain was different. It targeted the nerves, and nerves hate to be tickled. Burns and cuts make muscles tighten. So, Lucid gripped with his left hand as tightly as possible. Then, the kid would explode. He leaped, and Lucid’s right hand slid from the under-grip of the kid’s knee to his upper foot. His grip tightened, eyes following the kid’s movements. He knew the boot was coming.

Duck down, lean left…

Lucid thought he was home free. He ducked, leaned left, the boot flew upwards.

Chukt!

”Gaaaaawww Mother Aunt Jemima’s Pancake Syrup Gone Bad What the hell was that!?!”

His eyes shifted to the right. Lucid felt his left shoulder collide softly with the side of the truck. Anticipated. There were 2 whuds from the truck’s metal plating. One from Lucid. One from the kid. The boot missed his face, rather, his entire head, by an inch. Lucid’s dreads flopped backwards from the extension of the kids foot. He missed his mark with the kick, blunt trauma evaded. Lucid’s hat even flopped to the ground as the kid’s boot had knocked it squarely off. Such a close call. But there was an absurdly sharp pain within his right oblique, something similar to the sharp pain in his left. Then he felt a cold draft. His blood was exposed. It began to freeze within the open air. And then it hit him. The kid must have thrown another knife while in rotational spin. It hit its mark, sort of. Slicing through his skin, the knife made a similar, deep cut in his right oblique, just as deep as the left. But it passed through, unable to actually hit enough bulk to do any serious damage. Lucid’s left lean saved him from that, unknowingly. But with that sharp pain, came an even tighter grip, and now the kid was turning himself from his high-risk maneuver where he’d land belly side down, back side up, and Lucid would capitalize.

”Ok, I’ll give you this much, kid…

Lucid slid his left foot forward. He didn’t let go of the kid’s ankle. But the kid wouldn’t know that, not yet anyway. That’s because, at this point, the kid was busy attempting to jerk his left leg away after his maneuver, which was where Lucid stabilized himself. He’d be in a perfect ankle lock, within a great position, where the kid would primarily be defenseless. All of his focus now, was on something else…

I ain’t exactly sure what this kid’s heating ability does for him. Perhaps amplifies his strength. Maybe somehow gives him cat-woman reflexes. HeH, I wonder if he’ll transform and his hair go blonde or something… But, in this position I should have cut off about 80% of his strength. His upper body, I assume, shouldn’t be able to do much no matter how much his strength has grown, since he has no leg power now to balance his legs. Position myself here…

Lucid would reside along the kid’s left side, where his right foot and hand would be out of reach.

And the kid can’t reach me with any part of his body. And all that’s left is to…

He’d bite the pain. In fact, lucid resisted the pain so much, he punctured his bottom lip, biting it intensely to endure the pressure he not only put on himself, but more so on the kid. With all of his weight, the kid would feel nearly 201lbs of Lucid pressurizing his left leg. His upper torso would support the twisting motion Lucid placed on the kid’s left ankle. His left hand twisted at the heel, his right along the bottom sole of the kid’s boots. Lucid would rotate the kid’s foot counter clockwise, a direction which would ensure a quick submission whether the kid tapped out, or had his ankle broken. Only time would tell now. But that didn’t mean Lucid wouldn’t piss the kid off in the process.

”’Aggressor-activate’ huh? Kid, you should have called that move KAAAAAAAIIIIOOOOOO KEEEEEEEN! I swear, you looked like Goku for a second there. Hey! That’s a great name. I’ll call you Goku from now on. Maybe you can fondle you some Dragon Balls, and wish yourself out of this situation. Or at least wish yourself a new ankle. Oooh Ooooh I got it! Wish yourself some less televised fighting skills. That wrestling stuff is fake you know… only really works on tv. Come on, you hardly see people being powerbombed in a real fight these days. Even that UFC crap has certain rules they follow. This is no holds bar, baby! Kameha-meha waves won’t do you no good if you’re not using them properly.”

Attack:

Ankle Lock

Location:

Well, duh…

Estimated Damage:

Hmm lets see… HoH Codex states…

A1 - Initiate lock. (check)

B1 - Become lock. (check)

A2 - Continue lock. (check)

B2 - Attempt to escape lock.

A3 - Continue lock.

B3 - Attempt to escape lock/submit to effects on failure.

A4 - Continue lock.

B4 - Unconscious.

Guess I hold it now, and wait to see…

Aggressive Energy

Current: 115%

Used: -25% (Critical Damage/Deep Knife Cut)

Added: 0%

Post:

7/10

Lucid watched the kid intensely. He watched the kids arms remove a baton from somewhere, and his eyes twitched.

”Hey kid… Where are you getting this stuff from. You’ve got more stuff in your body than Fat b*****d has midgets in his belly. I think you should tap out now…”

The kid’s baton caused Lucid to react. So, his left arm moved from the kid’s ankle, tucking his ankle in his arm. The blade of the kid’s foot sat against his left wrist. Lucid’s right hand remained in the same position. The Baton was swung…

"Your one to talk about kamehameha waves you SILLY b*h! YOUR INFERIOR TECHNIQUE CANNOT HARM ME! YOU MUST NOT KNOW WHO THE ******! I AM!"

Wooosh! Whud!

”Oww, really?”

The kid missed and the baton struck the truck. Lucid stood straight up, bringing the kid’s left knee higher from the ground. Then Lucid’s right leg snapped forward driving his steel toe boot into the kid’s groin.

”Stop feeding me that tomfoolery!”

Lucid’s right leg jerked back , stabilizing his stance while maintaining his lock. Because frankly, regardless of if the lock was improper, the lock was in place. It didn't take much to fix it, just repositioning the arms, and a little reference to help the kid understand. And using his torso and hips, Lucid proceeded to break the ankle. Kurt Angle, eat your heart out…

"Who are you?"

"Ooh Ooooooooh Oooh! Teacher pick me!"

"Not Goku?"

"Picollo? Nah, you’re not green."

"Frieza?"

"Shinron?"

"Browly?"

"Cell?"

"Comeon, you’re Cell right? That’s it? Can’t be Majin Buu, cause he didn’t baw so much about being the best! But really, you’ve got to go blonde on me man. Go blonde go blonde go blonde! Show me that Super Saiyan glow with a KamehaMeha wave man! It’ll be sweet. I’d have my body all blown off with your legs and guts flying everywhere. Man it would be so sweet! They’d love that.”

“BLAST ME BLAST ME BLAST ME!”

“Oh I got it. You got that choco-burnt skin. You’re Mister Popo!”

Attack:

Kick to the groin, snap of the ankle.

Location:

Family Jewels get a wake up call then you walk funny. That’s hilarious.

Estimated Damage:

Whatever you do, don’t give the impression you’re gay. With you limping on that left leg and holding your crotch like that, people would get the wrong idea. But seriously, tap out before you get hurt…

A1 - Initiate lock. (check)

B1 - Become lock. (check)

A2 - Continue lock. (check)

B2 - Attempt to escape lock.

A3 - Continue lock.

B3 - Attempt to escape lock/submit to effects on failure.

A4 - Continue lock.

B4 - Unconscious.

Aggressive Energy

Current: 90%

Used: 0%

Added: 0%

Post:

8/10

His right foot was blocked. And, though Lucid was sliding his left arm upon the kid’s leg, the kid blatantly states that he got out the lock and there was nothing Lucid could do about it. So when the kid told Lucid he must be free’d, Lucid simply let go. His right foot, as originally planned, jerked back from the snapping motion of the baton. Lucid wasn’t even aware his jeans were slit into as the blade the kid was using to slash at Lucid’s right foot could only cut into the 2 layers of denim within his blue jeans and scratch the side of his boot within Lucid’s retraction of the leg. Lucid jerked the leg back up as the kid’s left leg fell from his grip. Knowing the kid was free, Lucid performed 2 short hops backwards while the kid was flapping his gums.

Some nonsence about he won. Hoooooh?

He thought. But the kids words really echoed within Lucid’s mind with a sound that was similar to…

”Womp womp wooomp woooooomp womp!”

“Yes sir!”

Lucid responded back to the kid, listening to the kid mumble more jibberish as he was sitting up. Facing him to grin, Lucid grinned back to the kid, shrugging his shoulders as he displayed a bloody shirt with a glitter appearance of frozen ice coating the blood stains.

”Aww, I’m not funny you say? Man, there are a million ways to make people laugh.”

He spoke as the kid was bringing himself to stance.

”I was taking a cab in downtown Durem when I somehow found myself on this strange world of Gaia, right? And the cabby must have been of oriental decent or something. He thought he was a comedian so he would tell me this joke…”

He said, “What id Jackie Chan’s favorite drink…”

By this time the kid was within stance. Lucid takes note and eyes the many weapons the kid has placed on display. As he notes this, Lucid outstretches his feet, bringing his left foot in the lead.

”Wataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Lucid had now taken a Karate stance, positioning his arms and legs at the appropriate locations. He seemed incredibly lively, still full of energy, though he was a bit calmed from previous moments. Lucid had been removed from a stressful, yet exciting situation, so yeah he was making light of it while calming to assess his opponent. He did this while continuing to run his mouth, as always, allowing his analytical nature to seep in as much as possible and make attempts to predict what his opponent would do.

Attack:

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Location:

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Estimated Damage:

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Aggressive Energy

Current: 90%

Used: 0%

Added: 0%

Post:

9/10

A frown came to Lucid’s lips, followed by a deep sigh.

”Aww seriously? You mean to tell me that even after giving you some grade A material like that, you’re just gonna shrug your shoulders as if that joke wasn’t even funny! Aww screw you man!”

His left finger directed a stern point to the kid.

”Ain’t Goku supposed to… like… have a sense of humor or something? God, don’t be so serious. The world’s not coming to an end, you know… it’s not all about the fighting. Wha? You’re mad cause I put you in the ankle lock? Ya wanna hit me? Hey, I’ll even give you a free shot! No knives, though. Goku never used knives, ya know!

And then Lucid began to rant. On and on he’d babble and blab about weapons and DragonBall Z characters…

”Hey, if you’re not attempting to impersonate an overtanned Goku, let me know, man… I could understand if you wanted to be like, I dunno, Trunks or something. HeH, he had a cool sword and owned that Frieza guy. Are you sure you can’t fire a Kamehameha wave? Is that why you use knives and batons and… hey that reminds me…”

“Where in God’s name did you pull all of those daggers from! I mean Holy Crap there’s a bomb in Gambino’s Mansion, you removed more throwing knives on me in seconds than roaches spawn babies. Seriously, kid, you have got to tell me your secret. Do you have like, a 4h stomach? Oh oh! Does that Kaio-Ken ability give you extra a**l muscle stretching power? Aww don’t hold out on me… I really…”

Lucid’s right eye twitched. He witnessed the kid stagger as he retreated from the scene. This action greatly confused Lucid. It was written on his face. Raising his left hand, Lucid scratched his head as his dreads swayed back and forth from the motion of his fingers.

”Are you…”

He took a step forward, implying that he’d follow the kid out of the building if need be.

”…are you running away?!?”

His right eye twitched heavily. Without his hat atop his head, Lucid’s face was clearly seen and it spelled nothing but aggravation. He took another advance forward, stalking the kid as he made a staggering retreat from the Dojo.

”Hell no! Heeeeeeell no! No running away from this! You still gotta tell me how many knives you can put in your a at a time? And don’t you give me that look buddy! You get back here! You come back here right now, young man! Don’t make me call Chi Chi! You know how much of a b*h she can be!And another thing! How the hell do those Magic Arm band bracer Gauntlet thingermajigger’s work? I mean you really handled my Concussion Blast. Tell me there I can buy some… Did you custom make them? Are they tailored? Hey, you’ve got some tight a** cloths n, buddy… are you gay? Oh God tell me you’re not gay… Are you mad? Come on! It was just an ankle lock. I didn’t even break it. Damn, why didn’t I break it…

As the kid made his exit, Lucid followed with his voice trailing away outside of the Dojo.

Post:

10/10