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Post by Kevala Katashi on May 17, 2012 22:25:45 GMT -6
OOC: You may add your stats in from the last round, and then post them, along with a list of your injuries into your first post of this round. This is to lock in the stats and to make sure that you are keeping up with your injuries, since you will need them for the final round.
This round is balance, and the set up shall be described in post. As last time, you have two weeks, starting from today, which is 5/17/2012 for me....making the end date....5/31/2012. If you are knocked out before then, the match will be called, and the winner will be given an extra hour IC time to recover before they face the final opponent. ( Meaning they get two hours instead of one )
I will be paying close attention, so any injuries that you list, that are not acknowledged ICly during this fight will result in some form of penalty, most likely Kev doing something mean....So yeah, play fair boys. At the end of this, both participants will receive +3 EXP....Any questions? Well you know where to find me.
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Kevala had been busy, well...not so much Kevala, but her security detail and other various lackies that she had hired to help her out. Pft, like she was going to do this work all by herself. Yeah....right.
Either way, the room was ready for the second round of fight club and though it had only been an hour things had drastically changed.
Now, instead of an empty room with black walls, it was a room filled with five large planks suspended off the ground three feet in the air by sawhorse like fixtures. Each board was eight feet long and three feet wide, and each was spaced three feet apart from the other boards...The class was about balance after all and what better way to test that, than to give them something to balance on.
But, of course, Kevala couldn't just stop there. No, if she had, it just wouldn't be her. See, in her mind, there had to be consequences to being knocked off balance, to losing your control and landing on your ass. So, the floor, still damp from one of the previous fights, had been littered complete with broken glass and other various sharp, pointy things. Kev did so love sharp, pointy things. Of course, none of it was big enough to cause serious damage...that just wouldn't be fair....but it was enough to cause some serious hurt if you were knocked off.
Leading up to the center plank, the floor was cleared...enough for each person to make their way there, on opposite ends. "Welcome to round two boys. Hope you got all the rest you could while you could because this round just got a whole lot harder. As I told you before you left last round, this one would be about balance, and in case you are not able to tell what's going on here....Well, let me make it simple for you....Dont fall off."
Kev herself was in her usual spot, up against the wall next to the control panel. She would wait until both had entered and would then seal the door, those icy hues all too amused with her little set up here.
Once they had each climbed up onto the center plank, well, two men would rush in with brooms, quick to close up the openings left in the broken debris so that there was no safe place to fall if you got knocked off. "Pretty simple....Fight til you can fight no more, if you are both left standing at the end, well then winner will be the one who got knocked off the least amount of times. If nobody gets knocked off, well....lets just say I will be impressed." A devious little glint in her eyes as she grinned, though nothing further was said. Nope, she would just raise her hand and motions for them to begin.
Gods, this was going to be so much fun.
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Post by Legion on May 18, 2012 0:36:25 GMT -6
OOC: Stats: STR: 16 DEX: 17 CON: 30 INT: 30 WIS: 30 CHA: 5
Injuries: muscle soreness in right bicep and on right side of neck, small scratch on nose. ___________________________________________________
Round two huh? While Patrick wasn't completely surprised by the fact that he had made it here, he hadn't expected to be in as good of shape as he was. Sure, the darts had been a bitch but he hadn't really gotten hit by any significant numbers of them. Nor had his opponent even struck him. It really hadn't been much of a fight, and as dissappointing as taht was for a fight in a "fight club", Patrick really wasn't bothered by it. This was a tournament, and so any easy fight he could get, he would take, while he could only hope that his opponent's previous, had been brutal. That was just pragmatism, so Patrick really didn't feel bad.
Walking in from the opposite end Patrick saw the glass all over the floor, as well as the planks and suddenly it made sense well before she explained it. Sure, he didn't know the rules but it was simple. It would suck ass to fall on the glass, so don't fall or get knocked off. When she eventually explained the rules Patrick nodded, getting up onto the board in front of him. He wasn't sure if this fight would go the distance, but that mattered little. Even if this fight was going to end, it would be disadvantageous for anyone to fall on the glass.
Patrick took a few steps towards the center of the board, and towards his opponent, noticing how his path to here was covered with glass, leaving no real exit. Patrick grinned at the thought that the only real way out was forward. It seemed so typical of his life that it should have been funny but wasn't. As Patrick looked at his opponent, assuming a right handed boxer's stance with his palms facing towards his opponent he'd speak in a question really, "Mekiel Echigo, The iron dragon? 552 right?"
They had met one time, at least. Patrick was pretty sure about that, although his head had been messed up at the time, having just gotten out of a period of time where he was being torture. That at least made the memory hazy. Though he did vaguely recognize the kid. Still wouldn't stop him from beating his ass, as he waited for the kid to make his move...
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Post by thekid on May 19, 2012 12:19:54 GMT -6
[OoC: Stats Strength: 30 Dexterity: 22 Constitution: 30 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 15 Charisma: 20
Injuries: Small soreness in left calf.]
As soon as I walked in, I couldn't help but laugh. While this room wasn't familiar, the situation was. Very much. It brought me back to Freshman year at #552, when seven other students and myself got kidnapped and locked inside of this building where the floor was covered in glass. I hated that place. I hated it so much.
"Patrick O'Connor? Well, this is a bit of a surprise."
Not really. Barely knew the guy, never thought I'd end up fighting him.
I shrugged, stepping onto the center board, my eyes slowly looking left and right to note any precautions I should take in case I were about to fall. Three feet apart wasn't so bad. I could manage that.
"Well, what do you say we get this started?"
My right foot would come out in front of me, both knees bending slightly. My hands would come out about shoulder level, palms facing Patrick. Pretty basic stance to take, and with it I made sure most of my body was protected.
I took two steps forward and shot out a right, open-hand jab toward Patrick's face, but just to gauge him. My hand would retract almost as quickly as it was sent out.
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Post by Legion on May 22, 2012 10:15:47 GMT -6
Patrick chuckled at his comment about this being a bit of a surprise. No, it was not out of derision but rather acknowledgement of the fact that they had only really met once and their only connection was 552. And that whole this being a surprise thing was really only a formality. But as he suggested that they get started Patrick found himself fully in agreement. When Mekiel got into a left handed stance Patrick frowned. Normally it would be easy to deal with, but that was assuming maneuverability. Now, it would only serve to put them in a sort of stalemate, with no one being able to land power shots.
As Mekiel threw his right handed jab Patrick would slip under it by rolling his left shoulder forward and his right back moving his head slightly, but enough to be out of the way. As he did this he would take a step forward pushing off with his right foot but stepping forward with his left while he threw his left hand forward in a jab of his own, aiming for Mekiel's rib cage, the right side, which was closest to him, careful to pull it back just as quickly as he had sent it. After this Patrick would step forward with his right foot as he threw a right cross at the kid's solar plexus, stepping forward to get his hips and shoulder more into the punch, making it a full body punch. Yes, Patrick knew that the kid had some reach on him, but without being able to be too mobile that reach could be just as much of a curse, and the kid wasn't too much faster then him. Patrick meant to work forward, more and more to get inside, past the kid's effective range and more into his own.
In addition to his right cross Patrick would leave his right foot forward, allowing him to stay in a left handed stance of his own. Sure the kid looked stronger then him, but Patrick had no intention of backing up. Strength could be dealt with in more ways then one...
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Post by thekid on May 22, 2012 16:27:55 GMT -6
The best part about the lack of space was that I didn't have to do much to get the guy where I wanted him. I wasn't about to call him stupid for that, however. I'd call him confident.
My left arm would lower just after he shot out his first jab to protect my solar plexus from the second, and my right hand would come in closer to my shoulder, and I'd whip my elbow toward his left temple about the same time he'd started closing in on me. From there - should my elbow have connected - my right foot would turn outward and I'd twist my shoulders and hips a smidgeon, going for a left straight, aiming for the guy's head/chest area.
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Post by Legion on May 25, 2012 15:23:22 GMT -6
Confident? That was a funny word, one often confused with arrogance. Confident, Patrick was, although there was no point in second guessing himself. On the plank with very little room to maneuver there was no other option for him but to go forward. Confidence or no this was the only option, though lacking confidence he'd never be able to do win.
As Mekiel threw his elbow Patrick dodged it, simply by bending his knees and ducking under it. The kid had a slight speed advantage on him, but Patrick had the definite advantage of being able to see everything miles ahead, allowing for him to practically nullify the advantage, so long as he didn't over extend himself.
The great thing about Mekiel's elbow was that now they were about to get into point blank range. The elbow being a short attack meant that Patrick was now in range for just about everything, but inside enough that the taller kid's straight punches would be rendered vastly ineffective. Ducking under the kid's elbow he would move forward a step more, not wasting any time, taking the step with his right foot.
And now that was it. Patrick was in range for his short ranged attacks, hooks, uppercuts, elbows and the like. While at the same time making those punches less effective for Mekiel. That was the problem with leading with a swinging elbow. It took a bit of time and left you open, which Patrick took advantage of, just in a different sense. It was a grappling saying but it seemed applicable here, "position before submission".
Patrick would take his chance to attack as he was already slightly crouched, rising slightly adding to that force of power to his attack as he twisted on this right foot to the left getting his hips into the power of the attack as he rose. Combining the best of the upper cut and hook into a "hookercut", his right hand firing away at the now practically point blank left side of Mekiel just under his floating rib. A pretty painful and damaging spot to get hit by one of the stronger punches out there.
But Patrick wouldn't be done just yet, as he would use his current positioning due to the hookercut, if successful, to throw a left uppercut, from the left power hand, due to stances and all. Rotating his right shoulder back into position, with his left rotating down and forward, being led by the right. Rising fully to his normal stance height as he aimed to put the left fist into Mekiel's chin.
If that was successful Patrick would shoot a right handed jab, even though it was inside his range slightly at Mekiel's sternum. Mainly to assist his left hand returning and getting his own stance back, but either push Mekiel back or keep him off balance. That's really what all of his punches were intended to do really. To throw him off balance, and maybe if he was exceptionally lucky, off the small board they were standing on. But if it merely kept him off balance, that was fine with Patrick, he'd just keep pushing and pushing until things rolled into his favor...
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Post by thekid on May 26, 2012 0:44:39 GMT -6
I gotta admit, I did kind of screw this up a little bit. But things weren't too bad. His little hookercut thing would connect, but I could work with his other uppercut. My right arm was already bent inward and my left was over the guy's right shoulder. To keep his uppercut from hitting my chin, I'd just have to raise my right arm a little and catch him by the wrist, and I'd keep as good of a grip as I could to keep him from pulling away. I'd also pull my left arm back a bit to catch his upper right arm, so I could insure he wouldn't continue punching.
If I could catch his wrist like I planned, I would place my thumb on his pressure point and twist his arm out and toward myself. If I could catch his arm, I'd take a step in and wrap my arm around his so that my forearm would be directly under his elbow, locking it in place. On top of that, I'd pull up just a little to apply a good amount of pressure, and if I went up on my toes I could probably break his arm.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on May 28, 2012 20:06:12 GMT -6
Well, this was all fine and good, but there was one small problem. They were getting far too used to the surroundings. So, with a little sigh and a slight yawn to indicate she was already growing bored of this little game, she would reach up and press one of the buttons on her control panel. As she did, small, barely audible pops would be heard from under the boards which they were currently walking upon.
What was it?
Oh well they would find out soon enough as the board they were currently on began to creak and shift, fragments of the support starting to break away. Why yes, those pops had been tiny bits of explosive...not even enough to blow up a desk....but just enough to weaken the structure of the boards they stood upon....
Within moments, the board they were on would collapse. They could either then ride it out and crash to the ground or hop to the next one over....though that one too had been weakened and they would have a whole fifteen seconds before it gave way. Same for all the rest. One way or another they were both going in the glass, it was just a matter of if they wanted to do it the easy way or the hard way.
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Jun 2, 2012 1:09:34 GMT -6
OOC: Even though nobody has replied to this. I am going to give you til tomorrow at midnight to respond before I call it. This is due to my laziness over the last week or so and the slowness of posting on everyone's account. If nobody posts, then I will just have to go off of what I have here.
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Post by Legion on Jun 2, 2012 10:07:56 GMT -6
Mekiel was strong, Patrick would give him that much, no he didn't mean that as a slight. Patrick had to admit that Mekiel fully earned his title as Iron dragon. It made this an interesting fight, even before the planks and the glass. But even through all of his strength Mekiel shouldn't be able to completely stop his uppercut by catching it by Patrick's wrist. There would just be too much inertia. It was, without a doubt, not going to hold the power it once did but there was no logical reason that the full bodied punch would not make contact. It just wasn't going to be a knockout punch.
As Mekiel grabbed the wrist Patrick wouldn't waste anytime. Mekiel no doubt had plans for the wrist and Patrick didn't really want to find out what those were and so he'd merely slip out of Mekiel's grasp. How you might ask? Simple, by moving his wrist around in a counter clockwise fashion, tilting his right elbow up towards his chest. Once his fingers were pointing down towards the ground his palm forward facing Mekiel Patrick's elbow would move back out to the opposite side as Patrick rolled his are up his midline back to its original position. This was all fairly instantaneous and a lot quicker then it really sounded but the basis of the move was this, the way Patrick moved, he used leverage that he had over Mekiel so the strength difference didn't really matter, also he had more mobility, and freedom of motion not holding on to anything so he could move around more and finally, though it wouldn't come to that unless Patrick had vastly overestimated Mekiel, was that if Mekiel didn't have the wrist wrenched from his hands it was all to likely that he'd have a few fingers or possibly his wrist broken as he struggled to hold on. Though the motion of the move would likely pull Patrick free before any of that happened.
Now that being completed normally Patrick would be in prime positioning to continue into an even better position, however during their brief struggle for the wrist the irishman had heard the explosions, as small as they were. But Patrick felt the slight give on the plank they were standing on. Knowing they were going down, instead of continuing on with his superior positioning Patrick would push off with his left foot jumping to the right to the next plank. Upon landing Patrick would turn to face Mekiel, this time in a right handed stance complimenting Mekiel with a grin, "I'd expect nothing less from the Iron Dragon, this is quite entertaining."
But as much as Patrick meant the compliment it didn't mean that he wasn't going to try and block Mekiel from getting on Patrick's new board. It would seem that this would be where the fight could be decided...
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Post by Kevala Katashi on Jun 2, 2012 23:02:40 GMT -6
She pouted. Literally. Though nobody would be able to see it from the way she was turned. She had wanted them to fall into the glass and god damnit they were going to if it was the last thing she did. Her hand coming up, hitting the button again and this time destroying the supports for the boards causing them to crash into the glass bed below...a little grin on her face. She was content with the knowledge that they would likely take a dive into the sharp objects that waited for them below....If not, well then they were cheating....it was that simple.
Either way she would then clear her throat, her hand raising to signal for them to stop. This had been a pretty even enough fight. Oh sure, if she wanted to get technical, then she could call it on who had done better....but yeah...she was too fucking lazy to be technical.
"Hmm, seems like you both did pretty well for what little you managed to do. Therefore you both go on to the next round....I figure a little three way won't be so bad...Besides, isn't that what you boys dream of all the time?" She snickered slightly, finding the humor rather amusing even if they didn't really get her joke.
"Next round starts in one hour. Be here and be ready to have a little bit of .....fun." Yes that was the right word to go on with this. A little grin curling on her lips as she brushed her tongue along her lips. She would then turn to make her way out into the weight room. As for them? Oh well they could get out by now, the door having been unlocked, but there was no way out but through the glass....and well...yeah...Unless they were going to stand around chatting til she got her guys out there to clean up........they would have to must suck it up and make it out.
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OOC: Yeah, you two are going to be the death of me with your fights. Srsly. But I have decided that we will just have to progress as a trio to the final round and see how that plays out. Besides, one on one is kind boring after awhile. Though, I do warn, it might not be what you expect....It should be up tonight or tomorrow sometime.
+3 EXP Patrick O'Connor +3 EXP Mekiel Echigo
Thread will stay open til tomorrow for reactions....and remember that injuries are carried over to the next round. So yeah...
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Post by thekid on Jun 3, 2012 21:57:39 GMT -6
"Oh, stop, you~"
I grinned, about ready to follow Patrick when the boards gave out.
Thanks for that, Teach.
I'd end up falling into the glass - there was no way around that - but I wouldn't fall face first. I managed to react quickly enough to get my feet under me, and one fist onto the ground, though one of my legs did buckle just a little. I ended up with glass in my left hand and right knee/shin. Joyous. I freakin' love this school.
Sarcasm.
"Good fight." I was sad it had to stop there, though. I was actually beginning to have fun. Despite that, though, I'd make my way to the exit.
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