FIGHTER'S LEAGUE: Martin Tome vs. Felix

[Dain Gavyns]

(You guys have read the rules, I assume? Straight up streetfight on the roof of Legion this time, crowd all around you. Get your posts in by, oh, let's say 24 hours.)

[Felix]

Felix was one of the many that could be found at Club Legion on this day. He was excited that the Fighter's League had finally reared it's head and decided to beckon forth all participants. 'From this point forward, there is no losing. You will push yourself to your limits, you will inflict pain upon your opponents and you will not fail. Not now Felix, not ever again.'

He stood within the crowd of people that made the 'ring' what it was. "Just a roof to fight on huh? This should be fun." He spoke to no one, the noise of the crowd was already near deafening, talking to one another, shouting and jeering at people they recognized. Felix laughed to himself. 'Again, people are more attuned to violence than ever. They want blood, pain, agony and despair, all rolled into one match.' But Felix knew that many matches would be happening today.

He drew the hood of his grey stormcoat back and looked up at the cloudless sky. His coat swayed in motion with the people around him. "Perfect weather, though a bit chilly." He stepped out of the crowd and into the middle of the man-made arena. His boots were tied as tightly as possible, his khaki's all neat and he chose a grey turtleneck sweater to going along with his outfit.

He put his hands in his pockets as he waited for his opponent. Someone he knew. He actually hated having to go the first round with him. It would put too much pressure on his conflicting conscious. 'No matter what, Felix. You must win.' This day would be enjoyed very heavily by Felix, and also, he judged, by the crowd.

Felix smiled and pocketed his hands. Martin would be showing soon.

[Martin Tome]

Martin sat in his room, staring at the wall. He stood, moving in controlled actions, keeping his breathing normal, calming himself for the wave to come. He looked forward at the punching bag that hung from his celling. He let out three burst punches. They thud against the bag, that now swung back from the punch. Martin was out the door before it's swung it's second time.

Martin entered Club Legion, a slight smile on his face. He would be facing Felix, he hadn't seen him since that day at school with the watcher. Good times. He walked up the stairs. He assumed Felix was already there. He opened the door, with a grin on his face. A large crowed of people forming their 'ring'. All the people gathered like pigs at their feed holes, praying to see a brutal show of force and power. They want it, he got it.

He was comfortable, a gray sleeveless shirt with a yellow lightning bolt on the back, he thought it represented speed, a little vain but he liked it nonetheless, and red sweat pants. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, he put it behind his ear to keep it from blinding him in the fight. He knew he looked a little odd with his hair out of his face for once, but it could save his ass in a fight. He took to the center of the ring. His Hazel eyes narrowing, the grin slowly fading. Centering in on Felix.

"Long time no see, Felix."

He felt no problem with fighting Felix, though Felix had helped him out, he had shown Felix that he was fast, though the thought of the kick he had lashed out on that watcher bothered him a little. He had his hands in his pockets, Martin had his out, open.

[Felix]

He watched Martin walk through the crowd of people and the cheering began. He could minor chants and yells of excitement echo off the surrounding structures. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" He looked over Martin once more, 'Smaller frame, but I know he's fast. I have to get in and slam him hard in order to take whatever lead I might be able to get.'

He brought his hands out of his coat pockets and cracked his knuckles. The loud pops only reminded him of how much he had rested before this encounter. "If you don't mind, I'll be wearing my coat. I know this isn't supposed to be fair in any regard, so try not to be too surprised at my stoicism." He needed to keep his mind in the right place.

He thought for a long time on how to begin his first round match. So he walked, calmly forward to Martin. His boots came down with a heavy thud. He silently cursed himself for not training with the heavier footwear. It would weigh his kicks down, but if he managed to land just one, the damage he could inflict would be greater.

He darted forward, not waiting nor wanting to let Martin set up, though he knew the smaller fighter was quicker. Within striking distance, his right fist shot out forward, catching Martin in the nose, immediately following up with a left hook aimed for Martin's cheek. He brought his left leg forward at the same time he threw his hook, allowing for him to bring his left elbow back around into Martin's other cheek in a backhanded type of hit. His right arm had returned to his side, bent at the elbow and ready to move to block an incoming kick to his right side.

'Hope you don't hate me too much,' he thought silently to himself as the crowd roared with excitement.

[Martin Tome]

Felix threw the first punch, Martin was ready. As the punch came, Martin's left hand moved with a blur, his fore arm met with Felix's fist, he swapped it away with strong force, combined with the momentum of his punch, it should have been enough to throw him off balance. Balance or not, Martin's left leg flew toward his ribs, his arm was pushed away, so there wouldn't be anything blocking them, plus, the speed of the kick should have been enough to stun Felix from continuing any other planned attacks.

If that connected, Martin would then lash out with a bullet motion with his right fist, to meet Felix's cheek, which would probably be hard to block as he was most likely thrown off his balance with the rib kick, assuming that connected, Martin would hop back and actually get into stance for the first time in the fight, and await another attack from Felix.

'Put their own kicks and punched up their asses, Martin. Isn't that what the old geezer always said?'

[Felix]

Felix watched his first punch hit Martins forearm and knew it had been blocked succesfully. It was a slim chance that he would have gotten the attack of anyways. Martins block meant a few things, but most importantly it meant his left hook was useless and Felix stopped its motion.

With his arm kncoked aside and Martin not throwing a punch, before the hit even took place, Felix knew it was a kick from Martins left. Feeling the slightly painful impact he quickly swung his right arm under the left leg, all thanks to Martin knocking it off course with plenty of momentum. He also set his stance so that he would be able to twist his body to right, hopefully it wouldn't show his next attack to Martin.

With Martins leg tied up he shot his left arm straight out, grabbing onto Martins shirt and he twisted his upper body, picking up Martin along with the twist and flung him into the crowd. It dispersed quickly enough, no one willing to break Martins fall which is what he wanted.

He set up into his fighting stance, left leg forward and his arms hang at his sides, bent at the elbow with his palms open. He didn't want to get close to a fight on the ground, not yet. He'd save his most devastating attacks for more difficult opponents.

[Martin Tome]

((ooc: Felix, I might sound like a bit of a dante williams, but certain things in your post sound a little god-modish, the whole, already throwing me into the crowed, or the punch to my face in the first post, without me letting to put my own idea into it, It could just be I'm overthinking it but I really would prefer if you watched that.))

The kick landed successfully. Then Felix grabbed his leg, Martin knew several reasons he would do that, the most obvious of all these would be to keep him steady while he tried something, not that he would get a chance. Felix was holding his leg with one arm, the other was reaching forward to Martin's shirt. Seconds before the hands even touched the shirt, one of Martin's hands reached out and grabbed Felix's wrist. Then Martin twisted, hard, on Felix's wrist. Felix was at a very awkward position, not that Martin wasn't, but Martin had a bit of an upper hand, both of Felix's arms where busy, one was in Martin's twist at the moment, the other was holding his leg.

Martin pulled himself forward using Felix's arm, and with his free hand, sent a punch to Felix's nose, assuming that the punch connected, Martin would let go of Felix's wrist as Felix would probably be forced to let go of Martin's leg. After that happened Martin would get back and try to get into stance.

[Dain Gavyns]

No God Modding, only closed-end RP.

Martin, you need to understand the nature of RP: NOTHING is permanent unless it's agreed to, especially in fights. If he SAYS he threw you into the crowd, it doesn't mean it's going to happen. It's simply a style of RP that helps people flow their moves better.

Felix, go ahead and reply. There's been no wrong done to anyone here.

[Martin Tome]

Ok, my bad, I misunderstood. Sorry Felix, I'm just not used to your way of writing I suppose.

*awaits admins to delete unnecessary posts*

[Felix]

Felix felt his left wrist twist and he grimaced as the sudden change in direction alerted him that his plan wasn't going to bring about success. His options now limited he tried to change his tactics.

'Twisted wrist with a hold on his leg,' his thoughts whipped by and he felt the pull of his arm even before he saw the punch coming. He used the same technique quite a few times, though for some reason he couldn't bring himself to remeber any of them.

Split seconds before the punch was to slam into his nose, he dropped Martin's leg and brought his right arm up in an uppercut. The proximity to which they were both standing would mean that Felix would not be able to dodge Martins punch, and Martin would be near blind to the uppercut that would slam into his lower jaw, knocking his head up. His uppercut would come to the inside of Martins punch, so it couldn't be knocked out and away.

The pain flared up in his nose at an exceedingly fast pace and he could hear the snap of flesh against flesh. He stumbled back and brought his left hand to his nose, feeling the few drops of blood that dared to show. He snorted in harshly, another snapping pain and he shook his head, eyes watering.

He looked back at Martin, his anger flaring and he thought to move in again and rush him. 'Musn't let yourself get out of control. Relax, and breathe.' Instead, he set up, legs apart and in a balanced stance. He wouldn't speak but this was to show Martin that he was ready for another go.

[Martin Tome]

Martin's punch met, he grinned a moment in victory, and then suddenly he was looking at the sky, a harsh pain in his chin. His leg was free, but he had taken a hit. As he fell back he let go of Felix. His leg now free, he tried for a kick at Felix's stomach, Felix had one hand free now, so Martin wasn't very confident in the kick, but Werther it landed or was blocked, Martin fell off balance. He fell backward, and twisted his body so that his right forearm hit the ground first. A stinging sensation rose through him, but he contained himself.

Martin got his head back together almost instantly, assuming that nothing had prevented the kick from sending him off balance, he would be a good few feet away from Felix, out of striking range. He would hop up, and for once get into stance. His left foot pointed at Felix, his right foot pointing to the side, forming an 'L'. Left open palm in front of him, a little farther away, right fist closer to him, brushing his chin. Both arms bent at the elbow. He stood ready.

[Nathan Branigan]

I don't have much to work with, but I'm going with Felix on this one. Although Martin got a nose punch, Felix got a grab, a counter to hit the chin, and Martin ended up falling down.

Felix wins.