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Post by alasdair on Aug 13, 2007 6:06:31 GMT 1
Things had been crazy for the past few days *THUM* a stomp of the Colossus made the area tremble, indeed crazy. He arrived to a new school expecting peace and quite and not only had he found none one of the two but found out that neither of them will be possible in a long time *THUM* another stump of the Colossus another sand bag sent flying towards the wall of the Gymnasium "Ahhhhhhhh..." the Titan took air, as he unleashed another punch towards another sand bag sending it once again thru out the air.
This where the training sessions of Alasdair Waldgrave, he wasn't wearing his shirt revealing the muscles of the Titan, marked to no point and tensed beyond many humans could, sweating as well, behind his back the Tattoo of the Cross and the "K" could be seen in plain view. Another serious of movements began, accompanied each punch by a strong "thum" from the Half Irish Half Scottish Colossus, as another two sand bags where sent flying towards the wall of the Gymnasium, as Alasdair stopped and walked towards the wall. It had been about 6 to 7 meters the distance the sand bags had flew, in fact he had already thought of it and had taken them out of their hanging places with ease.
As people observed Alasdair, one's either impressed others with fear of the Colossus and as many others around here with indifference, the only thing he thanked god here was that the lass's weren't as interested in one for it's body and where by no mean gagging at Alasdair body, some of the lass's traning only looked at him interested. As Alasdair got the four sand bags into place, he stopped and looked at them for a moment only muttering to himself "Time te ge' this crakin."
At this he walked towards his side and got his hands into a wooden box, as he opened it. He had recieved it yesterday from his master back in Seattle, he didn't expect this to arrive so early in fact his master had been perfectly clear once he recieved this present he will be ready for a new stage of his training yet he hadn't used them nor opened them thought he was quite excited on being able to get his hands on them.
As the box opened two mettalic gloves came into view, each one of the gloves was fingerless yet all the consistence was made out of metal, inside of it a protector skin had been desinged for the hands and for their movement of the hand, in the middle of each of gloves a metallic ring that worked as a weight could be seen, that where probably amrlets plus gloves due to its extension that reached his elbow, as Alasdair got the gloves on he could feel the inmense weight going into both of his arms, as he opened a second floor of the box to reveal now two metal type of boots that where more like feet gloves due to the lack of a platform just metal around them, the same composition as the hands and as well fingerless and on each one a metal ring for the purpose of the weights, as put them on, as well the incredible wieght went into his feet.
Finally Alasdair got up with his new training gear, in one thing he was sure, this things could literally kill some one with a well striked punch not even using alot of strenght, so he just made a mental just to use them while in training, as in the door he could see some of the Whatchers looking at him supiciously and at his gloves and boots "Jus' trainin here Sir. Will use them only here ye know." he said in his Scottish-Irish accent, as he tried to walk to only find himself unable to do it normally, his hands where no exception making him unable to move.
"Concentrate." he muttered to himself, as he took some air, as he began to tense both hands and feet, as he began to move, noticing that while in this stage he was able to move, after all it was natural that only by using his full strenght he will be able to stand the weight of these gears. As finally he was in the middle of the sand bags he had put in front of him.
"Ahhhhhhh!" as he made his classic starting stomp *THUMB* yet this time the stomp came accompanied with a greeting of Alasdair teeth from the pain and the sound of clinging metal, as he concentrated his strenght now into his hands, as he launched one of his punches towards the sand bag, as he expected to see another flying bag into the wall yet as his hand made contact the sand bag barely moved about 10 cm, Alasdair looked at the result in amazement, his master with the gloves on had been able to send sand bags flying more than 9 meters. As he had only accomplished not even a meter, as his hand sweated and the muscles tensed more and another *THUMB* came into sound accompanied as well for greet of teeth now an even greater than before, the pain of the weight on his feet and hands made the tensing of his body harder and more difficult than already was. As another hit came into contact with another sand bag, not even 5 cm now. As Alasdair stopped and looked at both gloves and boots.
"And to think ah believed ait gave mair power." as he just smirked a little and gave a light laught "Heh blisterin ignoran' ye are Alasdair. As ai' is with this place." he said to himself, as with thease he went out of the area where the sand bags where and went near towards where his things where and began doing push-ups "1, 2, 3, 4...." and so he began his count, as each time he went up and down his muscles could be seen tensing to no end.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Aug 13, 2007 7:03:18 GMT 1
Odin, through the corner of his eye, had watched the individuals training from afar. It seemed rather pointless to him, punching for individual sand bags just to see how far they could go. He’d much rather strike a heavy bag, something with a great deal of weight to it that returns on it’s own and has the linear movements to swing at different angles. Regardless, as the set of metal gloves and footwear were broken out he shifted up from the bench press, giving a curious look across the gymnasium while hunching forward with his elbows on his knees. The composite of his body weight remained held behind him, a light work out built for repetitions rather then developing his brute strength, developed due to his anti-social personality and having been forced to move away from home, where his work-out partner/father remained.
Regardless, he watched the events unfold, noting the motion of the abnormally tall mans frame, the technique in his punch, and the disregard for altering how he moved to adapt to the added weight. Seemingly, it was rather discouraging to see him give up half way through, moving on to another exercise that didn’t involved the use of the weights he had just added himself. Deciding he’d had enough of just spectating from afar he pushed himself up, starting off with a slow walked toward the tallest individual in the gym.
As he came to the side of Alasdair he put both hands on his hips, elbows cocked outward as he blatantly put his right foot in the center of the larger mans shoulder blades. Leaning forward he put a bit of his weight on Alasdair’s back, and thus overall his arms. If this didn’t make the boy crumble with his chest against the ground then Odin would apply some of his leg strength.
“Your technique’s horrible.” Blunt, straight to the point, and yet aggressive. It wasn’t like Odin to try and start something, perhaps he just felt like picking a fight for once in his life, but that wouldn’t be the case if he had the upper hand from the start. That’s like slaughtering a village then declaring war on them.
“And those things,” He said while kneeling down, applying more weight to the center of Alasdair’s upper back and tapping the metal gloves. “Are only going to hinder you in the future.”
Standing back up he lifted his foot off the muscular and stepped back a few paces. He didn’t know whether or not he’d truly anger the Irish-Scotts man. So getting without of swinging range was the most logical solution.
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Post by alasdair on Aug 13, 2007 23:21:21 GMT 1
Alasdair was into his thoughts the whole time, unoticing Odin coming his way, in fact he was to absorved in his thoughts, to bloody much. As he made a push up he felt the foot on his back and noticing the strenght applied to it, well the only thing that came into his mind due to the things that had happened this last few days it that he was under an attack, as before Odin could say his first words he clapped his hands like if making a push up yet when they touched the ground he tried to propel himself up-wards, what Odin would probably feel was a tremendous amount of pressure trying to break his grip yet like he suspected his metal gloves and his metal boots where too much weight for him. As in some rather pathetic way he felled down into the ground, as he heard the kid's voice <No one ah recognise.> he thought so he decided to hear what he was telling him, as he calmed himself down, knowing that he was reallly under his control so better keep himself calm.
As the kid removed his feet from his back Alasdair got up and looked towards the lad's eyes, noticing his height and his looks he decided he was a senior, he didn't knew him, in fact he hadn't heard of him. As he crossed his arms and took the gloves out and as well his boots and left them in the ground, all this time he was in silence in peace, as finally his eyes met Odin's, as he looked at his eyes seriously "Poin' taken Sir. Ye' this ain' da only reason ye decided to attack me." as he grabbed his shirt and put it on as fast as he could trying to cover the tatto and avoid any questions concerning it.
As he looked once again towards Odin's eyes seriously and cold "Iff ye think ma technique is horrible wha' do ye suggest." as he heard the other comment about the gloves and boots "Aye, ah though' could take them, maybe ah ain' ready." he said seriously.
As he looked at Odin, even if this man turned to be an enemy or someone who wanted to fight him for a spar he didn't see anything wrong in giving his name "Name's Alasdair Waldgrave, Sir...." he said seriously yet a little bit more proper.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Aug 14, 2007 19:44:54 GMT 1
The thick accent of the larger man drowned his ears, it was hard to understand him, it was as if there was a rough gap in his voice that hadn’t been filled with a large majority of proper English that most North American people were use to hearing. Nevertheless, he stood there, unblinking as he looked up into the eyes of Alasdair, knowing that at any moment a physical rebuttal could make it’s way toward him. Yet, only cold glances were pushed his way, seemingly trying to break his own stone faced stare.
“I didn’t attack you.” Another blunt statement pushed in right after the accusation. “If I had, you wouldn’t have gotten up.” His eyes followed Alasdair’s movements, the fact that he was covering his body now meant nothing to Odin, perhaps he was embarrassed, and otherwise there wouldn’t have been a need to put his shirt back on – unless he was cold.
Letting him finish his sentence before speaking up again he noted how the man felt insecure about his ability to handle those monstrosities he figured were training equipment. Fact was they dealt the same punishment to their users as wrist and ankle weights, only in this instance it was multiplied ten-fold. Odin realized this, how could this boy not do so?
“Those weights, it’s not that your unable to take them, it’s not that they are better than you. If you use them you’ll just diminish the durability and strength in your elbows, wrists, shoulders, hips knee’s, and ankles. Those will make your joints weaker, and it’s not even a sense of when, as one false move and they could break your wrist.”
Cocking his head to the left, then the right, he stretched it out as he slid back with his right foot. A small, hardly noticeable smile rose up in his lips. “As for your technique…” Raising both fists he rested them in a safe guard, his right performing small circles by his jaw, his left loose but propped just to the side of his left jaw and chin. “I can show you exactly what your doing wrong, if your eyes are quick enough to pick up on it. Just take off those monstrosities.”
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Post by alasdair on Aug 14, 2007 20:21:02 GMT 1
Alasdair looked at Odin, he had a point there yet he knew better, thought this weights could probably diminish he fisical body, he as well knew it was just a training excercise for incremention of strenght and the ability to tense the muscles and unleash punches much stronger than most martial artist could. Yet he hadn't even read the letter his teacher had sent him with it, so probably by now he was only telling himself he was indeed stupid in his mind. Something that he usually didn't believe yet for once he thought about really blisterin' kickin' his own arse for his own stupidity.
Alasdair looked at Odin with a serious face and a light smirk appeared on his face, he was not one to fight, in fact he only fought to ensure peace yet he knew this fight was more like a spar and actually this opponent could tell many things about him and his own style apart as the position Odin had taken to fight him was rather interesting, so in his mind Alasdair came to say to himself <Why da hell no'.>
Alasdair took out slowly both of the so called monstrousities and put them back on the wooden box and opened his legs and tensed his muscles once again. Opening one of his palms and putting it before him while the other open palm was right at the length of his shoulder. As he took some air and looked towards Odin's eyes, a smirk on his face was on it, he was curious on how this guy fought, probably a type of boxing, something he hadn't fought before yet he knew if he was a light weight he would probably lost yet a heavy weight on the other hand he had more chances. As he just made a light stomp with his front feet and looked at Odin "Yerr name Sir. I always desire to know da name of whom ah figh'." as he ended this sentence closed his eyes opened them again and now the light smirk got a little bit bigger "Shall we."
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Post by Odin Reeves on Aug 15, 2007 19:22:24 GMT 1
“Odin Reeves.” Once more he was blunt, his name didn’t need to be drawn out, or filled with drama. It was a name, a name of a teenager who meant virtually nothing to the Hircine population. He might’ve done some interesting things in the past few months, but those were behind them, and as of now he had drifted back into the shadow of the school, forever peaceful in this scenario.
Slipping back with a few light footed steps he moved away from the majority of the exercise equipment, the stands, poles, and braces, and onto a wrestling matt. Luckily it seemed like an older matt, made of thinner and tougher material. It was nearly nothing more then w slight raise from the prior floor, but it would allow them the same comfort to conduct their order of business that would be granted on a solid training floor, only with more room to move.
“C’mon, I’ll give you the first shot. That’s something I’ve never given to my opponents.” With a short wave of his raised front left hand he curled his fingers back into a fist and beckoned Alasdair forward. His front foot was flat, his knee bent slightly as he remained in an up-right position with his shoulders rolled forward. His back foot was raised up on the ball, knee bent a bit further as he slid his leg back slightly. He had a soft bounce to him, nothing to clear, as it was only short up and down movements that were greatly spaced apart.
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Post by alasdair on Aug 15, 2007 20:53:05 GMT 1
Alasdair's inticts became sharp, his eyes began to analise his opponent probably he didn't realise what type of strenght Alasdair packed yet he liked this, as he got into the wrestling mat, he got up and before getting into position looked at the kids position.
As Alasdair got into mat he looked at Odin, that he thanked that for once had been proper enought to give his complete name, one serious and proper fellow even if he "attacked" from the back. Yet his attention was on his feet, a boxer and probably a fast boxer so his hands where sure to be packed with power, something he had been dying to try to see how good or different the syles where.
"In da case I am honored." he said with a smirk seriously yet not sarcastically. The first rule in a fight never but never be cocky so he decided to do it his way, as he got into his previous position. As he took some air "Ahhhhhhh...", tensing his muscles, as he made the first *THUM* as the Irish Scottish Colossus moved forwards by the stomp yet both of his feet always touching the ground firmly. As he sent the first hit, as always opened palm directly to Odin's face if he blocked the pain Odin will experience will be much more than any normal hit and he evaded it he will feel the force it came with yet this left Alasdair hand opened to a punch if it came to be he had his other hand prepared on his shoulder if Odin decided to attack now yet if Odin was a fast boxer he will for sure attack back and Alasdair will have to take some punishment, for now he had to be able to apply a certain and deadly punch over his opponent before he was over-taken....
(OOC: PM if ye don't understand something.)
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Post by Odin Reeves on Aug 15, 2007 21:31:13 GMT 1
[I’m assuming your left side is forward and your attacking with your left hand. If not, notify me, as it wasn’t mentioned in your post.]
Having watched his opponent’s frame he kept his eyes glued to one precision point, using his peripherals to watch his opponent’s four limbs. Even since he started fighting in the underground tournaments at Varron he hadn’t bothered to watch his opponent’s eyes. To many people lied there, and he knew that those lies could easily translate over into the eyes of their beholder, making things difficult to see.
The stomp was nothing new or unexpected, in fact it seemed this boy was a one trick pony as he started out with the same style he had just practiced. Perhaps it was all that he knew, perhaps not, either way it was a miscalculation that would lead to Odin taking the upper hand early on. Dipping his body he leaned in slightly, putting the majority of his weight on his front leg as his knee bent further. Almost in a lunging position he pushed his right hand out and upward, pushing it in against the side of his opponent’s descending left arm, blocking it somewhere around the crevice of his elbow, the exact position unknown.
Using the explosive instinct he’s been known for in the past he shot up, pushing off his front leg as his left fist uncurled from it’s cocked position to rocket upward into the underside of Alasdair’s jaw. He’d strike on the right side of the jaw and push upward as carried his momentum and weight from his back leg, through his front, than up and out of his fist. This would’ve been more powerful should he have been able to use it on someone his own height, but the distance that his fist had to travel was only a few inches more. Adjusting to the height difference by lifting his left heel off the ground as far as possible he’d grant himself a inch or two taller for a moment, further pushing his power and explosive force up into his opponent’s jaw.
Needless to say, Odin had become a much more calculated type of fighter since his last public appearance in the ring; he was no longer just a brute with instinct. He was calm, calculated, and precise with his intent, nearly to the point of being considered cold-hearted, which might not be to far off from the truth.
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Post by alasdair on Aug 16, 2007 19:51:20 GMT 1
Alasdair observed the upcoming punch, he was going to loose faster than he thought, this guy was a short puncher and with power, in other words even with his strenght he didn't stood much of a chance yet Alasdair wasn't planning to go without a fight and Odin seemed to have the same thing in mind.
Alasdair left hand was being blocked, as he began to pull it back from Odin's elbow back towards his body as well bared opened, there was still another thing that concerned Alasdair the punch that was coming into his jaw, being so tall it was clearly his weekest point and being in close cuarters left him with little options.
Alasdair wasn't a man to be doing grips yet for once he decided to try to avoid a certain one hit knockout. With the right left free hand he was able to literally to grab Odin's hand on the air with all his might tensing his muscles and as well aplying presure on the hand now he had grabbed yet this didn't stop the punch from reaching his jaw but the punch wasn't strong as it could have been yet causing damages on Alasdair yet he could take more. Alasdair now moved his left foot back towards him that was just ahead of Odin's body him tensing it's muscles expecting to be able to pass thru Odin's feet and making him loose his balance while his other hand came back and prepared to strike Odin's hand that was on Alasdair's hands.
Thought the punch hadn't been exactly fatal it did made Alasdair have a few seconds of dizziness yet his mind was still clear enought to continue his movements.
[Okay fixed, I hoped is much better than the other one. Let me know please if there are other things here that aren't exactly clear.]
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Post by Odin Reeves on Aug 18, 2007 3:15:40 GMT 1
Moving forward was the only direction he knew. To retreat was to fail, to stagger from his original concept meant defeat. So forward was the only plausible escape from failure and acceptance into victory. In this case it was more of a literal device then that of a metaphorical one, as he would strive forward in order to complete what he had set out to do.
Connecting with his left was the first tile to fall in order to set of the cascading effect of dominoes. Despite his left arm being caught he pushed forward, tensing his left arm at the elbow as he took a step forward with his right foot. Basically sliding it a short half-foot in front of his left Odin made his stance as sturdy as possible while throwing his now-cocked right fist toward the jaw of on Alasdair Waldgrave. Not only did he do this in combination with his left uppercut, starting off a powerful combination, but he did so inside the massive range of his opponent, striking along the inside of Alasdair’s retracting left arm. His fist would connect with a slight downward stroke against the left side of the bigger mans jaw, most likely either causing him to stagger backward – possible relinquishing his grip from Odin’s left arm – or he’d fall on his arse. Either of these scenarios’s proved to land in Odin’s favor, as it would just allow him to continue pressing forward until he deemed this match over. Whether that came by a verbal or physical submission, or by an unconscious body, was Alasdair’s choice.
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Post by alasdair on Aug 23, 2007 20:11:41 GMT 1
Alasdair felt the attack on his retracting arm, a minor mistake that he hadn’t expected to happen yet his plan was in motion, as he began to feel the new tension on the arm he was holding and probability of it going straight towards his face where becoming a little up yet Alasdair held it even stronger now giving enough tension to at least break a tendon if he desired.
The one thing he didn’t take in account was the incoming side punch from Odin and with his other hand slowly getting back he was surely going to take the hit. Alasdair eyes tensed, the battle was lost already yet a move could probably get Odin out of track yet after another move he will declare himself the looser, he didn’t stood a chance here yet he could at least fall in a honorable way or so he thought. The hit was going to strike Alasdair’s jaw yet as this happened Alasdair’s feet that was coming from behind had already made impact into Odin’s feet making the boy loose balance the strength that his feet carried was enough to even make some one of Odin’s caliber loose balance yet the punch did hit home making Alasdair spit some blood out of his mouth and making his body as well loose balance and now he indeed had taken a powerful punch enough now to make him feel pain and to probably leave a mark on him yet Alasdair just kept himself to his thoughts <Stay focus ye are death a’ leas’ give him some goodbye souvenir.> Getting advantage that Odin will probably be unbalanced and that Alasdair’s body weight where moving towards a side, he tensed even more his grasp on Odin and now he took the hand with him making Odin not fall but forcibly move towards his side, using his free hand Alasdair finished it retracting and as if it where a spring Alasdair’s hand shoot with whatever strength and tension he left in his left arm he shot it towards Odin’s side or stomach either way’s the result will send Odin a few feet away from him yet this didn’t stop Odin’s punch effect he as he thought lost the rest of his balance and felled down into his arsse or in this case to his side, he had lost the battle.
Whatever Odin did next he will only see the Half Irish Half Scottish Colossus was standing up yet with no intension of fighting in fact one of his hands was just before his face giving the sign that it was over, if he was punched again or not the words came out “Yerr win Sir Odin.” He said seriously and cold, as blood dripped from his mouth and the red mark of Odin’s punch could be seen, in his face dizziness could be read and in the case of the other hand it was loose on his other side, one covering his face and the other just standing loose, he had lost.
[OOC: Any doubt don't hesistate to let me know or if I went to ahead on my movements as well please let me know.]
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