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Post by Kyukaku on Aug 3, 2008 6:53:55 GMT 1
Like the last tournament, the fights will take place in an MMA style caged octagon. IC, the fights will all take place in one night, with a 15 minute break between rounds. The only rule in this tournament is no killing your opponent, so be original.
First post is due by monday night, with posts every 24 hours at minimum. They will be judged next sunday if you can't finish your opponent.
Ready? FIGHT!
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 3, 2008 19:13:31 GMT 1
Kokaku Musha…
The graduate had seemingly disappeared from earth. After leaving Kazuki and his other friends behind in the hospital, Kokaku’s life had made a drastic turn. He still had a lot of money and because of that, he didn’t need to work for now. Instead, he couldn’t remember what he had been doing the last few weeks himself. He had been drunk several nights and during others he had simply purposely gotten himself into fights… usually nearly killing his opponents. He had wondered off to the woods, but there were no memories of comfort there… all those memories were back in Varron… back in the Varron forests… he had met Dain Gavyns there, and Leaf… and Leon… and so many more of his past friends. But who were his friends now? He couldn’t care less… it was clear he was alone again and as a matter of fact, he liked it… Without being related to anyone, no one could hurt him through that connection… and that was a good thing, right?
When Kokaku heard of a tournament being held, just as a test of strength, it once more reminded him of how he used to fight in these kind of things… how he used to get all excited about his next fight, where he knew he would make a difference by winning. Now, the tournament itself had no meaning to Kokaku… but the fact that he could pound away at opponents that were probably of his caliber was more satisfying than fighting drunken bums… And the tournament was even a fight to the near death… no killing was the only rule here… how nice…
The first rounds were about to begin as Kokaku entered the small arena. His wore a soft skinned training suit that allowed him to move swiftly and ensure he wasn’t carrying a lot of unnecessary weight. He entered the cage in which he was supposed to fight without checking out who he was supposed to fight. It didn’t matter anyway, he would simply take down the one standing on the side of the cage without mercy. He didn’t care too much anymore anyway, he had nothing to lose, nothing to win… funny how one’s life could turn useless so easily. Stretching his legs, Kokaku awaited his opponent…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 4, 2008 4:24:43 GMT 1
A calm exhalation of air escaped the Japanese youth's lips. He was sitting on a bench in the locker room. His eyes were closed and he was slightly hunched over, a towel hanging around his neck and his hands held loosely between his knees. The slow, controlled breaths Nobu was taking was an indication that he was meditating, which he did every time before a match to prepare himself for battle. He had seen the arena he and his opponent would be squaring off in; it was an eight-sided ring with a chain-linked fence surrounding it, an exact replica of what he competed in during his amateur MMA fights. Everything nearly identical with the exception of one thing: there were no rules.
"You're up, kid."
Nobu's eyes fluttered open slowly and he rose, throwing the towel behind him as he walked out of the locker room, his mind, clear and his body, ready. The air of this place was stagnant; dirty, almost, and the atmosphere was completely different than those of his sanctioned MMA fights. It was savage; it was barbaric, and worst of all, Nobu liked it. He was clad in his usual attire whenever he entered the octagon, sans fingerless gloves: his hands, wrists, feet and ankles were wrapped up in athletic tape for support, despite the Japanese boy's conditioning, and the only article of clothing he was wearing were a pair of solid black, tight, spandex shorts. These shorts offered an unhindered range a motion and held the cup he was wearing in place.
The cage door swung open, and the Japanese Experiment entered, tapping the balls of his bare feet against the relatively clean canvas, which would, in the later rounds, become sticky and dirty from sweat and blood. A taped-up hand reached up to brush his hair back and out of his face, fixing his steely gaze on the fighter standing across from him. He towered over Nobu by about a head, but none of that mattered to him. A few squat thrusts later, and the Japanese warrior was ready.
Nobu shuffled forward, swiftly closing the distance between the two fighters in the octagon. His hands were held in loose fists, which were touching his temples in defense, and he was leaning forward slightly. As his head neared his opponent's chest, Nobu pivoted sharply on his right foot, snapping out a short, compact lead right hook aimed for the taller man's spleen.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 4, 2008 16:03:44 GMT 1
‘What a surprise… they throw me in against a youngster first…’
Kokaku’s eyes narrowed slightly as he kept his gaze upon his opponent. He didn’t know the student, nor did he really care about him either. His days of caring for other people was over… perhaps the student over there represented the typical watchman member… perhaps the typical genäht member… or perhaps even worse… it didn’t matter now. The funny thing however, was that Kokaku had heard several spectators talk about Taiku Akimoto joining in on the fights… if that was true, Kokaku had to win… he would give his all at any opponent, just to get a chance of fighting Kazuki. Why? After what had happened in the hospital, Kazuki was seemingly still intended on fighting people… He would have to learn how to respect those that are or were close to him.
By the time Kokaku shrugged off the thoughts of Kazuki, he noticed his opponent being ready and moving forwards, closing the gap between them. It was good to see that there was finally someone who would just keep his mouth shut and start the battle, rather than have some small talk and taunting the opponent to strike first. Kokaku recognized the opponent’s stance as a typical boxing stance, so his main focus was on the fists. Bending his knees, Kokaku lowered his body slightly, his right foot moved forward, his right shoulder facing Nobu and his face still focused upon the fists. He heightened his right hand to about shoulder height, his palm open and facing upwards, ready to smack away or counter. When Nobu was close enough to attack, Kokaku noticed the right fist moving backwards slightly to gain momentum and to probably strike.
Pushing off with his left foot, Kokaku moved his body to the right, away from the incoming fist that was aimed at his mid section. His maneuver would lead him to the left side of his opponent, where his opponent’s hand was still at head-height. During his move, Kokaku slammed his left hand, closed as a fist from the back of his body forwards, aiming at the side of Nobu’s head. His attack would come in from the right side from Nobu’s point of view, hopefully either forcing the student to move his left fist towards it, or take the punch. Whatever the case, the small strike would immediately be followed by a similar punch from Kokaku’s right fist. If Nobu had blocked his first attack with his left hand, Kokaku’s second attack would most likely face no defense…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 4, 2008 18:24:42 GMT 1
Nobu tracked his opponent as he moved to his left, sliding his left foot back in a short arch while pivoting on his lead foot to face him. Following the hook his right fist would drop and be held at chest level, so while he saw the incoming left hand, he pushed off of his left leg and stepped forward with his right, planting it just passed the taller man's left leg. To avoid the strike, Nobu dipped his head and shoulders a notch lower, allowing his opponent's arm to slip over the top of his head as he weaved under and to the outside of it.
Just as Nobu felt his opponent's right fist connect with his left forearm he launched an attack of his own, his right hand flying from his chest in a looping punch aimed for the man's left kidney.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 4, 2008 19:24:13 GMT 1
As soon as Kokaku’s left fist missed its target, he knew his connecting attack wouldn’t hit its intended target. However, his left hand would be a good defense tool if it stayed back while Kokaku slammed his right fist, so he continued his strike. His right fist now struck a different target, but Kokaku wasn’t paying attention to it. He knew his opponents other hand would now be free to strike again. The quick jab to Kokaku’s kidney could not be blocked perfectly with his loose left hand, but he could push off the fist with it. Doing so, Kokaku’s left hand shot out towards the side of the incoming fist, redirecting it to Kokaku’s side, rather than his kidney. Kokaku would feel a small sting by the attack, but he knew his opponent’s body was now close to his, just like he wanted it.
Gritting his teeth to ignore the small sting of pain, Kokaku launched his left knee to the now close-targeted stomach of Nobu. It was too late for the young student to avoid this attack, Kokaku had ensured that by allowing Nobu to hit his body once. During his knee-strike, Kokaku had returned his right fist to his own body to move away from Nobu quickly after the hit, or continue pounding on the man if he did try to somehow block his attack…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 5, 2008 0:20:49 GMT 1
Even though his right fist did not strike its intended target, Nobu was satisfied with a hit. He wouldn't be able to return his right arm in time to defend against the incoming knee, but he continued to bring it back anyway as his left arm dropped horizontally so that the knee collided with the hard bone just below his elbow. Throughout all this Nobu continued to move forward, pushing his head against his opponent's chest to make difficult and awkward to punch him with his long arms at such close proximity.
Nobu's right hand, already moving while his left arm blocked the strike, would grasp under the attacking knee, his left joining shortly after absorbing the blow. With both his hands holding the knee tightly to his stomach, Nobu drove forward, almost as if he was charging through his opponent, pushing his head into his chest the entire time in an attempt to topple over the larger man off of his remaining leg.
Even if he did not fall to the canvas, his opponent would soon find his back against the cage, trapped between a chain-linked fence and the Japanese Experiment.
EDIT: Fixed a little mix-up between right and left arm.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 5, 2008 10:27:23 GMT 1
Shortly after his knee hit his opponent, Kokaku felt the youngster grabbing his knee while his head moved against Kokaku’s chest. Kokaku knew what his opponent would probably try and when Nobu pushed off to move Kokaku towards the cage, Kokaku had already moved his right hand away from underneath Nobu. Moving it as high to the upper right corner as he could, Kokaku formed an elbow aimed at the back of Nobu’s head and with all the power and speed he could muster in the now larger striking area, he struck the elbow down at the back of his opponent’s head.
Such a strike would most definitely cause damage and due to Nobu’s current stance, Kokaku knew the man couldn’t dodge such an attack. But still, he knew that if, dazed as he was, Nobu did not let go, he would be in more trouble. After his elbow blow, he would immediately bent his right arm, if Nobu would not let go, placing it tight on the back of his opponent’s head. Using Nobu’s head as a leverage, he would now pull in his right knee and smash it towards Nobu’s jaw. Kokaku knew that if Nobu kept pushing him, he would fall eventually anyway. By using Nobu’s head as a way of pushing up, he could accelerate enough speed and momentum with his knee to hit it’s intended target.
Such a strike could not lead to anything else but Nobu to let go of Kokaku… and if it did, Kokaku would immediately circle around his enemy and increase the gap between them once more…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 5, 2008 21:11:53 GMT 1
It appeared as though Nobu had been shaken by the elbow strike, his left knee nearly dropping to the canvas between the taller man's legs. Agh, I forgot that this wasn't an MMA fight. Strikes to the back of the head are allowed. In truth, the Japanese fighter had been dizzied by the elbow, but he recovered quickly, the cobwebs in his skull clearing up only a few moments after the joint had connected with his head. However, the real intentions of Nobu's left knee lowering to the canvas were to provide more power and stablility to his take down.
Nobu's left arm went from holding the bottom of his opponent's knee to driving deep into his hips, the inside of Nobu's left elbow in his opponent's groin, directly under his center of gravity while his hand wrapped around the back of his opponent's left thigh. The hand grasping his head was ignored, as the fighters' bodies were too close for any effective striking, Nobu having shifted his opponent's knee from his stomach to holding it against his side with his right arm in order to get closer during his charge forward. The Japanese fighter's head had lowered due to the change in levels that occured (him kneeling with his left leg), and was now pressing against the taller man's stomach moreso than his chest.
In one sudden, explosive movement, the muscles of Nobu's legs tensed powerfully as he shot upward and thrusted his hips outward, the left arm Nobu had driven deep into his opponent's groin lifting the taller man's body off of the ground by his hips with the combined effort of Nobu's entire body, mostly his hips and legs. A loud grunt of exertion escaped from the youth's mouth, the sheer effort taken to pick up a larger man as if he was a child made evident by this.
Nobu, however, wouldn't simply hold the man in the air; immediately after his opponent's remaining foot left the ground, he used his right hand to push his legs to the left, rotating his body clockwise in the air as Nobu fell forward and slightly to the right, intending on slamming his opponent's left shoulder into the canvas and hopefully damaging it in the process.
The crowd roared in excitement at the Japanese boy's huge slam, but they weren't aware of the toll it had taken on his body. Nobu lay almost perpendicular on his opponent, chest-to-chest, using his body weight to pin the man to the canvas. His right arm was pressing against his opponent's face while his left remained idle on the outside of his oponent's left thigh. He'd use this opportunity to take a short breather, and as soon as he recovered, he would utilize this dominant position to finish the fight.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 6, 2008 0:03:17 GMT 1
Kokaku’s elbow struck it’s intended target and for a second, Nobu seemed to feel the intensity of the strike. However, he kept his grip on Kokaku’s body and even after Kokaku struck his knee at his opponent, it seemed that the boy wouldn’t let go at all and was able to take even the strongest of hits. Kokaku seriously doubted that the boy could take much more beatings after each other, but for now it meant little, as the student was now trying to lift Kokaku’s body. However, Kokaku’s body was much heavier than his opponent’s and even though Kokaku was lifted off the ground, Nobu couldn’t bring Kokaku above his own body. Beside that point, Nobu was only holding Kokaku’s left leg, the rest of Kokaku’s body was free.
As soon as Nobu pushed of Kokaku’s left leg, freeing it in the process of slamming Kokaku down with him, Kokaku used both his free right leg and hand as a way of pushing off from Nobu. Both were placed on the youth’s chest, he pushed off fiercely as the two men fell to the ground. On time, Kokaku enabled himself to get out of reach from Nobu, but by using both his leg and arm, he had little left to break his fall. Harshly, his left shoulder hit the fighter’s grounds but Kokaku knew he only had little time. He immediately let his body continue to make one roll before he pushed off with his now free hands and leaped back to his feet. His shoulder was stinging, but the blow luckily hadn’t been strong enough to dislocate his shoulder.
‘Interesting, the kid has a lot more power than first meets the eye… I might have to give it a little more if I want to ensure victory… It’s obvious his attacks are strongest from nearby… I have to keep a slight distance between the two of us.’
Smirking, but still without speaking a word, Kokaku dashed forward at Nobu. Even though Nobu had made the slam, his body would’ve hit the ground as well and he too would have to get back up his feet. He even had less time than Kokaku to do so due to the fact that he had slammed Kokaku’s body towards the floor before his own, giving Kokaku an extra tat of time to recover his stance. Whether Nobu had fully regained his footing or not wasn’t truly important, Kokaku would strike swiftly. As soon as he got close enough for his legs to damage Nobu, he knew Nobu’s hands couldn’t reach him there yet so he stopped and slammed his left leg towards Nobu’s right side, intending to land a foot there. However, in mid air, he broke off his offense, slammed his left foot towards the ground and lifted his right foot off the ground simultaneously, giving it enormous speed from his left foot. His right foot was aimed low, for Nobu’s left knee cap. It would be difficult for a boxer with his arms at facial height to block such a low defense, except with the legs itself. Kokaku however was a skilled leg fighter and knew his legs could take way more pain than Nobu’s. His strike would intend to dislocate the cap from its socket and hopefully, with that, make this fight a lot easier…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 6, 2008 3:50:40 GMT 1
It wouldn't be as easy to smother the taller man as Nobu thought. He found himself being pushed off before he had even got on, causing him to stumble back a good meter before he regained his footing and began to pursue his opponent, who had the same idea as him.
Nobu's right elbow began to lower when he saw his opponent's left leg flying toward his body, but it would look like little more than a twitch as soon as he realized it was a feint, the arm barely shifting out of position. His opponent seemed to disregard the fact that the Japanese fighter was a southpaw, using his opposite leg to strike at Nobu's rear leg, putting him closer to the smaller combatant than he probably intended. Leg kicks could end a fight, so it was no surprise that during his MMA training Nobu had learned how to defend against them. His left knee raised into the air and turned outward slightly, absorbing the force of his opponent's foot with his shin. What his opponent didn't know about him was that during his time in the Japanese wilderness, he had conditioned his body for pain the old-fashioned way; by hitting and getting hit by planks of wood. So it wouldn't surprise Nobu if the several small bones of his opponent's foot would be hurt after clashing with his dense shin bone.
Wasting no time, Nobu lunged forward after checking the kick, pushing hard off of his right leg and swinging his left forward, turning his body so that he was almost sideways to his opponent before planting his left foot between the taller man's legs and ramming into his chest with his left shoulder and bicep, Nobu intending on pushing him back against the cage, after which he would close in on him like a predator on its prey. Should he decide to meet force with force and resist the push, the taller man would find Nobu on his inside, a variety of offenses available to him.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 6, 2008 10:56:00 GMT 1
Kokaku had been in quite some fights and as his opponent moved his left leg to defend his knee with his shin, Kokaku tapped his foot up, striking his opponent with the underside of his foot. This would cause no damage to neither fighters but it would push away Nobu’s leg, rather than simply giving it a harsh tap. Kokaku’s experiences had taught him a lot, for instance that such a block was hard to strike through. Pulling his leg back quickly after the strike, he readied himself for the incoming counter. Kokaku had realized he had moved closer to his target, but he was still far away enough to anticipate his opponent’s moves.
Kokaku saw Nobu’s foot being planted between his legs and immediately acted accordingly while Nobu slammed his shoulder towards Kokaku’s chest. Kokaku turned his entire body away by making a counterclockwise turn by pushing off with his left foot while keeping his right foot stationary. By bending his body down and slamming his left shoulder at Kokaku, Nobu’s back was now facing to Kokaku directly. Without wasting time, Kokaku used his agility to immediately move his right foot up high after his left had stationed again. Directly after, Kokaku slammed his right foot down with enormous force, intended on slamming the open back of Nobu that was just asking to be attacked.
‘Such an attack should deal sufficient damage, but the guy has shown that he can take some punches… perhaps I should try and aim for the head the next time, or this fight might take longer than I expected…’
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Post by Nobu on Aug 6, 2008 15:59:44 GMT 1
The good thing about the shoulder check Nobu had performed was that it did very little to comprimise his defense. So when his opponent rotated away from his shoulder, Nobu followed, pivoting on the ball of his left foot and sliding his right foot in a semi-circle around his body in order to face the taller fighter. The man's right leg was held high in the air, the telltale sign of an axe kick. His hands, already held high, rose a bit higher into the air, wrists touching and palms facing up in order to catch his opponent's leg by the calf as the kick descended upon him. Nobu's knees bent and his body sunk down just a notch, absorbing the force of the blow while his fingers grasped a firm hold of the leg.
Immediately after catching the kick, Nobu swung his left leg out in a low kick, the lower part of his shin aiming for the back of his opponent's left ankle, intending on sweeping it out from under him while his hands pushed up and forward on his right leg. It would be quite difficult to avoid, and soon his opponent would find his back on the canvas, Nobu standing over him with his opponent's right ankle in the possession of both his hands.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 7, 2008 11:04:06 GMT 1
As soon as Kokaku noticed Nobu was fast enough to recover his stance before Kokaku could hit him, his leg was already heightened into the air. However, he wasn’t foolish enough to let Nobu take his leg once more. Instead of slamming it down, he bent the leg and shot it towards the floor immediately after, placing it as a defensive tool between himself and Nobu, intending to at least scare the youngster from continuing any attacks. (OOC: Since your kick was planned after catching my foot, I take it you won’t use that attack now, therefore I’ll write that way, pm me if I’m wrong)
Fact remained that the two fighters were still close and Kokaku knew that this fight could be over quickly if his opponent got the chance for free attacks. However, he also had learned that Nobu’s defenses were limited, the student relied more on his attacking techniques and alas, also speed. Without thinking it over, Kokaku’s left fist shot towards his opponent’s right shoulder, immediately followed by his right fist slamming into Nobu’s left shoulder. Both punches should’ve been enough to smash the student backwards and deal damage in the process too, but the main goal would be the get Nobu’s weapons out of the way. If Nobu deflected both punches with his arms, Kokaku would bent his right leg forwards once more and smash to bottem of his right foot into the chest of Nobu forcefully. All of the attacks were triggered after another, making it difficult for Nobu to coordinate his defense and with that, his safety…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 7, 2008 18:41:23 GMT 1
The sudden cessation of the axe kick did little to frighten the Japanese fighter, and instead he saw it as a huge opportunity. As soon as his opponent's foot re-planted itself on the canvas, between the two fighters, Nobu reached down with his left and grabbed a hold of his opponent's leg, his palm wrapped around the back of his right knee as his body dipped down low, allowing the Japanese fighter to duck under the taller man's initial punch aimed for his right shoulder.
Nobu pulled himself forward using his opponent's right leg, which was being held by his left hand, and knelt on his right knee while he slid his left leg in front of him, holding his opponent's right knee close to his body while his right hand reached around the back of his opponent's left knee. This made him appear like a track runner in the starting position of a sprint, and Nobu would do just that. He sprinted foward, his opponent's right hand clipping his left shoulder as he charged through him, driving his right shoulder into his midsection and throwing his center of gravity back while he scooped his legs up and under himself.
The opposing forces would cause his opponent to fall backward, and Nobu, not wasting any time, would throw his right leg over his opponent's left leg and sit back on it, posturing up and sending a right-handed bomb, aided by gravity and his body weight, down upon his opponent's ribcage.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 8, 2008 11:28:24 GMT 1
As soon as Nobu ducked down, Kokaku knew he would most probably try and make some strong movement on his legs once more. However, what Nobu clearly failed to see was that with this move, he was giving away his entire head to Kokaku’s mercy, without being able to defend it. As soon as Nobu was wrapping his hand around Kokaku’s right knee, Kokaku had already moved his right fist upwards highly, and with enormous strength and speed, he now slammed his fist right onto the top of Nobu’s head. In contradiction to his previous elbow hit to Nobu’s head, this strike had way more space to gain speed and strength in and it was not likely that Nobu would be able to continue his move.
Still, it could be that due to the adrenaline, such a near lethal blow would only be felt by his opponent when he cooled down a little. If Nobu wasn’t letting go, Kokaku knew he would be in trouble if he allowed the student to remain on his body. Quickly, Kokaku grabbed both shoulders of Nobu with his free hands and allowed the student to smash them into his chest. However, Kokaku knew that in the process of him falling backwards and Nobu being struck by a powerful blow to the head, Nobu’s grip on his legs would’ve loosened up greatly. As soon as Kokaku’s back hit the canvas, he bent his knees, placed both feet on the lower stomach section of his opponent and pushed off hardly while on the other side of Nobu’s body, he pulled his opponents shoulders towards the ground.
Kokaku had performed such a move before and with a less weighing opponent than himself, he knew he could must the perfect strength to launch his opponent’s body over his own, flipping it’s body with its back towards the canvas and letting the student feel the solid canvas as well. After this, Kokaku knew Nobu would have to be damaged greatly, but Kokaku did regain his footing swiftly and backed away a few steps, regaining his defense, in order to see how much damage his opponent had taken…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 9, 2008 17:16:42 GMT 1
The strike to the back of Nobu's head was unexpected. It dizzied him greatly, causing him to falter for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and continued to charge through his opponent. Contradictory to what his opponent thought, Nobu's hold of his legs wouldn't loosen. Nobu had been trained to use wrestling in dire situations, so instead of loosening due to the heavy blow, Nobu's already firm grasp tightened in desparation, pulling his opponent's legs close together and throwing them between his own as the fighters went to the ground.
Such a maneuver would prevent his opponent's long legs from getting inbetween them, and it would end with Nobu sitting back on his opponent's thighs with them betweem his knees, only for Nobu to scoot up a bit and adjust his weight to sitting back on his waist. From here, Nobu lifted his left hand high into the air, allowing weight, gravity, momentum, and strength to guide his fist into his opponent's face. The strike would be telegraphed, sure, but with all those factors behind it, Nobu planned on either blasting it through his opponent's guard or giving his forearms a good bruising.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 9, 2008 18:37:06 GMT 1
Though Kokaku felt the grip around his knees tightening, he was content with what he had accomplished. Nobu was clearly good to go on, but Kokaku knew that his strike had caused severe damage to Nobu’s head, it was just a matter of letting the boy’s adrenaline drop down for him to fiercely feel the pain that was now running through his body. However, Kokaku knew he did have to face a new threat now.
Nobu pushed on and put Kokaku down once more. However, due to Nobu’s body following, Kokaku fall to the canvas was soft this time. He allowed his opponent to move up slightly before he responded. By moving away from Kokaku’s feet, Nobu allowed his opponent to at least move and direct these instruments again. And although Kokaku could never hit Nobu with his feet the way it was, he could pull some other tricks he had gathered from his fights with grapplers. Positioning the flat undersides of his feet on the canvas, Kokaku used all the strength in his powerful legs to push his bottom off the ground, lifting Nobu’s entire body up while remaining on the canvas with his upper back and feet. Nobu’s strike took time to create the correct speed and strength he wished his attack to have and that gave Kokaku the chance to move his right arm to the left and slam it to the right as soon as Nobu’s strike for his face arrived.
Nobu’s strike would most certainly be disoriented by Kokaku’s sudden lifting of his opponents body and Kokaku’s right wrist struck the side of his opponent’s fist to redirect it next to his face, onto the canvas. A strong shock of pain went through Kokaku’s body as soon as his wrist hit his opponents fist, but Kokaku gritted his teeth and kept on going. Immediately after the block, Kokaku tensed his abs as he moved his bottom back to the canvas and moved his upper body forward now, giving his left fist enough speed to strike swiftly at Nobu’s chest.
The strike wouldn’t knock his opponent out, but the strength behind the punch would be enough to smack Nobu backwards and hopefully, stretch enough time for his opponent to be more disoriented by the head blow he had received only seconds earlier…
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2008 3:35:33 GMT 1
What the fuck? There's two of them? the Japanese youth thought for a moment before shaking his head, everything all of sudden becoming clear again as the cobwebs within his skull were shaken out.
As Nobu lifted his arm into the air, he felt himself suddenly get jerked up and forward by his opponent's hips, causing the smaller fighter to plant the sole of his left foot on the canvas to stabilize himself while keeping his weight on the man. He lowered his left arm, and instead of the bomb he intended to throw, he threw a textbook straight so he could recover quicker, the sudden bump of his opponent's hips throwing his accuracy off. Even though his aim wasn't perfect, Nobu's opponent blocked his strike anyway, immediately going for the counter attack after placing his bottom back on the ground.
The left fist of the larger man weaved under Nobu's lingering left arm that had been blocked, striking the Japanese fighter in the chest. His right hand had already been moving to catch it in his palm, but it had been too late. Though a hard strike, his opponent's position offered him little in terms of generating power, so his punch was a little more than slightly debilitating, if even that.
Already in motion, Nobu's right hand took a firm grasp of his opponent's left wrist simultaneously as his left arm trapped the attacking forearm against his chest, and in one smooth motion, Nobu's right leg would swing over his opponent's face as he pivoted on his left foot and turned his body counter-clockwise, intertwining his legs together and locking the arm between his thighs as he fell back and hyperextended his opponent's arm.
The man's elbow would be aligned with his hips, so when Nobu pulled down with his arms and thrusted up with his hips, it would create a fulcrum point at which his opponent's elbow would be excruciatingly forced in the opposite direction and he would soon find sinew and bone sickly popping out of his skin, that is, if he didn't submit.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Aug 10, 2008 13:22:56 GMT 1
OOC: This is going to be very short since I’ll immediately react and you of course need to be offered the chance to retaliate on that if you can/want.
IC: Kokaku cursed slightly as his opponent grabbed his outstretched wrist. Kokaku knew his opponent would have the upper hand in this battle if he managed to somehow disable Kokaku’s arm. He knew he had to act quick and if it had to be by playing dirty, there was nothing else to it. As soon as Nobu locked his left hand with his own left arm Kokaku pulled himself up with his locked left hand, moving in on Nobu. He quickly outstretched his right hand palm towards his opponent clear throat. Grasping it with his opened hand, he clenched his fingers together, stopping fresh air from reaching Nobu’s head.
It was a dishonorable move, but Kokaku had tossed his honor away months ago. Nobu’s hands were focused upon his left hand and he was already dazed by Kokaku’s previous strike to the head. Now, without oxygen, it should take seconds for his opponent to pass out. Kokaku’s current pose disabled his opponent from moving his legs over Kokaku. The only thing his opponent could do was let go of Kokaku’s left arm and try to get Kokaku’s right hand away from his throat. However, Kokaku’s fist was tightened around the throat and he wasn’t going to let go easy… preferably not until his opponent passed out…
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