Hyung-Tae vs. Felix

[Dain Gavyns]

You know the drill.

Crowd for a ring, in front of a dilapidated old building.

Have fun.

[Felix]

Felix walked from a few blocks over to the designated fighting 'ring'. It wasn't hard to find, the crowd was already swelled and jeering as they waited for their entertainment. Felix was wearing his black boots and his khakis again, though this fight he'd changed it up a bit. Instead of wearing a tight fitting turtleneck or something to that affect, he was wearing a white muscle tee. He had left his stormcoat and his necklace inside the car.

As he made his way to the crowd he also thought about his opponent. Unlike his first match, in which he knew Martin and had seen some of his abilities from a previous experience, this fight would be all new ground. He couldn't even recognize the name, though he had a few problems with remembering people he used to know from Varron.

He pushed his way into the ring and did a few minor stretches to his arms and neck, the walk over would have provided with enough pumping blood so that after stretching, he would bounce back and forth very discreetly.

He didn't know how his opponent would enter or from where, but he kept his eyes forward, glancing around now and again at various comments and yelled jeers. 'No failures today. You can't foul up.' Even though he had won his first match, it wasn't considered a win by him, and by a long shot. He hated the fact that it had been called early due to timing. "Have to get a clean win today."

[o3o]

[OOC: Sorry, quick dirty post. Kind of tight on free time at the moment.]

The blue vehicle whipped across the long stretch of road, manuveuring between the several cars scattered about the pavement. Many drivers honked loudly and performed crude gestures toward the Korean youth as he blasted past them in his crotch-rocket, but he paid them no mind. He was focused on the road and the abundance of obstacles between him and his destination, which he was even more so focused on: the upcoming fight. At the thought of that he shifted gears, the engine shrieking loudly in response to the change, piercing through the noise of the slowly dwindling traffic. Eventually the youth managed to break through the traffic, racing down the street without the need to weave in and out between vehicles. Soon he would reach his destination.

It was as if he was just another face in the crowd.

Hyung made his way through the crowd almost elusively, his movement seemingly unhindered by the mass of bodies. Not a single person in the crowd that has seen him so far recognized him as one of the competitors. Emerging from the crowd and stepping into makeshift ring of surrounding bodies he was met with skeptical muttering. Some recognized him from his first match, while others questioned as to why he was even here. "He's just going to get his pretty face smashed in," was one of the messages he picked out from the crowd. No matter; being unknown was always better than having a reputation. You had nothing to lose and everything to gain. The Korean youth came clad in white gi pants with a single black streak going down the side of each leg. Simple brown tennis shoes and a maroon tee that would soon be thrown off of his body were the remainder of his attire. He went sans tuque this time, his unruly ebony locks strewn about haphazardly on his head.

Eyes on his opponent directly before him, Hyung performed a few breathing exercises and minor stretches as his opponent did his own warming-up. His blood always already pumping from the adrenaline-filled bike ride to the ruined building. Pulling off his maroon t-shirt he chucked it directly in his opponent's face, obscuring his vision. Now clad in only white gi pants and brown tennis shoes, the Korean would travel a straight path to the slightly taller boy's right side in one quick burst propelled by pushing off his rear leg. His left hand was held loosely at his waist while his right was tucked neatly against his jaw. Hyung's lead (left) heel would stamp down on his opponent's right foot. Once he felt the foot trapped under his own his right fist would shoot out in a jolting straight aimed for the chin.

[Felix]

Felix watched his opponent intently as he made his way into the ring and he began doing a warmup routine. Felix himself had finished just seconds ago and tensed his body for any sign of movement. 'At least this one doesn't look like a conversation starter. It will make things easier.'

His thoughts weren't completely finished yet and already Hyung was charging forward, intent on starting things quickly. Felix opted to wait and see what he would do, wanting to be completely reactive in this fight. When he felt the dull throb that accompanied his foot, he realized that he was being helf in place and reacted instinctively, ducking with just enough time to spare to scrape by Hyungs first jab to his face.

Down in a crouched posistion Felix drew his left leg back and pushed off with it, at the same time forcing both of his arms out and into his midriff, hands open palmed, using them to launch Hyung up and off of his foot. The hit wasn't supposed to hurt, as much as it was to throw him off balance. Felix would then follow through and stand up, planting his left foot and and snapping his right leg into a straight kick, aimed for Hyungs stomach if he managed to remain standing upright.

[Nathan Branigan]

OOC: I have to give this one to Felix. Hyung-tae posted only once and wasn't the one to begin the thread. Felix by default.