The hard way. (Open.)

[Arlen]

(I'm trying to get Arlen off the ground, Karl Lane is an Npc i'm working on to help me develop some form of story line with Arlen. Use of Karl is for myself alone, he may be an Npc but you're not allowed to control him. N.B. Karl)

Karl Lane, 6'5" and built like a brick shit house. He weighs roughly 256 pounds and each blow that he rains down with his large fists feels every pound of that weight is being swung behind them. Arlen smiles as he watches his opponent, a left hook thunders for his jaw and Arlen simply shrugs his right shoulder and allows his own mass of muscle to take the blow, the effect is Arlen not being Ko'd and instead he would probably have to nurse a bruise tomorrow.

Instead of snapping out his own jab Arlen notices Karl take a slow step backward, his gloved hand reaching for his gum shield.KArl is slowly nodding his head, obviously pleased with the progress of Arlen.

"Not bad big guy, I thought for sure your jaw was mine that time."

Arlen offered a slight smile as he reached for his own gum shield, he had something of a bruise swelling under his right eye. Despite the two fighters wearing elbow padding Karl had still smashed a clean shot into Arlen's face, a shot Karl obviously thought to be a winner, because his eyes had lit up with shock when Arlen simply rode the blow and smashed his own hooked shot into Karl's ribs knocking the Hircine Thai boxing champ into the ropes. Karl lane was in fact one of the top Thai boxing fighters in the whole state, for his age group atleast. He was a Senior and once upon a time he was one of the favourites to take a spot for the Pillarship, until he turned downed the proposistion in favour of carrying on his own training. Karl wasn't interested in power...which is probably why you hadn't heard of him until now.

Rolling his neck from side to side Karl looked toward the man mountain he liked to call bear. Karl saw great potential in Arlen. If he was being Truthul Karl would admit that Arlen scared the shit out of him, he had never hit anyone so hard and seen them still standing after the blow. With each training session he had seen Arlen improve, less and less blows were landing...and more and more were dangerously close to getting through. Karl had finally found an opponent who would take him to the line and push him like a mother fucker to improve. Noticing Arlen had also placed his gumshield back in he slammed his gloves together and began to bounce on his toes. Arlen came forward and pawed with a jab.

Karl nodded, batted the left handed jab out of the way with his right hand and then shuffle stepped forward before throwing a right knee to the slightly exposed flank of Arlen, only unprotected while his jabbing arm snapped back. Arlen clenched his teeth, swept his left foot back and drove his right knee into the inner thigh of Karls, the blow had been deflected...While Karl was planting his own striking leg firmly into the floor Arlen was already torquing his whole body into a powerfull cutting elbow for the head of Karl. Karl had spotted the movement of Arlen and turtled into his gaurd, shrugging his shoulders and tucking his chin in while lifting his arms up for a gaurd. The elbow slammed into Karls fore-arm, to reduce the blunt force of the blow Karl turned his body and used his right arm to parry the blow by guiding it with a gentle push out and away from his face. He then took a step back and looked with a slightly stunned expression at Arlen. With his gumshield still in he nodded slowly and mouthed something with his gumshield in, a bright smile coming to his lips.

"Oh I see how it is bear, we're doing this shit the hard way?"

Arlen actually laughed at Karl's stunned expression and then his verbal reply to the powerful blow he had unleashed. Arlen was obviously growing in confidence. He had still yet to hit Karl flush..or even win a bout against him. The big man however was getting there.

"Ah, would you have it any other way?"

[koenig]

(It was a fairly nice day out I thought to myself as I walked around the outside of the school. As I looked around I noticed most of the student body was either outside around the school, or gone from the school grounds. Adjusting the gym bag that was resting on my right shoulder I continued walking towards my destination.

My destination was the gymnasium. I decided today would be an excellent day to do some training. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my pack of cigarettes. Placing a cigarette between my lips I returned the pack while I continued to walk towards the gym. Lighting as I reached the gym I could hear people inside.

Hearing the grunts of effort being put into throwing a punch or a kick I smiled to myself. It seemed I wasn't the only one who thought today would be a good day to train. Opening the door I walked straight to the change rooms. Changing into my pair of Red and black Muay Thai shorts with a gold belt, I took my last puff of the cigarette before throwing it in the toilet.

Pulling out white tape I taped up my hands and wrists. I then reached down and taped up my ankles for support. Walking back out into the gym I looked over to see two behemoths of men fighting. Seeing one mans massive elbow almost connect with the other behemoth. Grinning I walked towards them and sat down a small distance away. I decided I would sit down and watch these two beasts fight each other and see who would win. I had trained Muay Thai my whole life and recognized the 6'5 student was expertly versed in the martial art. Smiling I waited to see what would happen)

[Arlen]

Arlen was still a novice when it came to Thai boxing, he was a brawler and a grappler at heart. However these training sessions with Karl had clearly started to pay off for him, he had noticed that his strikes were becoming a lot sharper and a lot more accurate. He could tell this because Karl was having to put a lot more effort into his parries, once upon a time Karl's parry would always be followed up by a sharp stinging counter of his own. Things had changed slightly now, instead Karl was forced back or simply put into a desperate situation where he had to block and simply get the fuck out of dodge. Arlen looked into his trainers eyes and could see the thorough enjoyment Karl was getting from the situation. The two large men were so engrosed in their fight that they had not noticed another student joining them in the gym.

Wham! Arlen's thundering haymaker of an uppercut didn't smash into the chin it so desired, instead Karl had desperately shoved both his padded hands into its path. The force of the punch however had forced Karl to stagger back. Much to Karls dismay he staggered back into the ropes and was now seemingly cornered. Arlen saw his oppertunity and shuffle stepped forward, his left leg took the lead and he snapped out a left handed jab. Karl offered an effective parry in return, but was given no way out. Once his jab was parried Arlen smiled through his gum shiled, he allowed his left hand to be parried, torqued with the motion of the fist with his hips and collapsed the arm into a viscious elbow strike. Karl's parrying arm was still recovering from it's last parry and was being drawn back to it's gaurd. Karl had obviously seen Arlen's body twisting with blow and expected something, his right arm returned to his gaurd just a second to late, Arlens forceful blow smashed through the gaurd and then slammed into the cheek bone of Karl. Fortunately for Karl, Arlen was wearing padding on his elbow so he was not in danger of any serious wound. He did however stumble along the ropes toward the corner. Reaching out for the ropes Karl was able to find them and hoisted himself back into a frim stance. Shaking off the blow he rolled his neck to test for any strain.

Arlen looked on past Karl and noticed another student sat watching them. His eyes shot to Karl and then back to Bruce. Karl spat out his gum shield into his glove and Arlen followed suit. Looking back toward Bruce, Arlen spoke in his strong Irish accent.

"G'day, you wanting to get into the ring mate?"

Arlen looked to Karl and then to the clock above the gym doors. Karl did likewise and nodded his head slowly. Karl had probably 15 minutes to hit the showers and then get himself to his next class. He looked to Arlen and gave him a broad smile.

"You're lucky I've got to go big guy, this bout is on hold for now. I can see you need the rest."

Karl laughed slightly as he pulled his gloves of his strapped hands. He then looked toward Bruce as he hopped out of the ring and made his way toward his duffle bag. Speaking in a friendly tone he glanced back to Arlen while talking to Bruce.

"If you're looking to have a few rounds with the big guy, all I can say is...he might be a novice, but he packs a fucking punch that could flaw a bull. I haven't taught him any kicks yet, so you're probably safe on that part.

With that Karl was ready and stood up, he waved to Arlen and then Bruce before making his way to the exit of the gym. Arlen smiled warmly to his friend and then turned his gaze back to Bruce. Arlen was resting comfortably against the ropes as he spoke.

"Fancy a few rounds then mate, I got all afternoon and could use all the practice I can get."