Victoria Alexander
Dreamer
My life will be collateral and should be sufficient enough.
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Post by Victoria Alexander on Mar 22, 2009 22:46:01 GMT 1
Location: Scrap Metal
Here large piles of scrap metals such as old pipes, metal beams ect.. Please use your surroundings.
Weapons: 3ft metal chain. You have the option of using it as well as anything that may be designated in your area. If you pick a weapon that I feel is a little much. I have the option of having you modify your posts.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Mar 22, 2009 23:16:00 GMT 1
Shamino walked over calmly towards his motorcade. Removing the leather jacket, he handed it to a killer suit through the window, and the door opened to hand him a white blazer. He placed such clothing on top of the vehicle, slipping into his white suit. White dress pants, made of a comfortable and yet durable and light wool. He buttoned up his black dress shirt, and then his white blazer. His diamond cufflinks slipped through their holes and locked his cuffs in place. He leaned down, licking his thumb and wiping off a fleck of dirt from his dress shoes. Shamino then slipped on and latched on VIA Velcro his black, fingerless biking gloves.
He pivoted on his right foot, walking back towards the center of the scrap yard, and briefly looked to his surroundings. Round two allows weaponry... Shamino reminded himself. He saw metal beams, old exhaust pipes, broken and rusted chains of varying lengths, and an old alumnium baseball bat that was dented from what he assumed to be a fight long since ended. "No." He said to himself, shrugging and rolling his shoulders back, and then forward. "No weapons."
A window rolled down on the drivers side, and a man held out one of Shamino's favorite maiming and killing tools- an old wood handled Balisong from World War Two, sharpened to killing perfection. Shamino turned his head to observe, and shook his head. "Cheating my man, cheating." Shamino wagged his finger at the car, and silently the window rolled up. "No weapons, I need to give my next opponent a chance..." He faced the other side of the scrap yard then, drawing a thick line in the dirt. "Let's see what my opponent manages to bring."
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Post by John Smith on Mar 23, 2009 18:56:14 GMT 1
I stood still, watching the 3 foot chain hanging down from my hand. This weapon was deadly in my hands. This weapon was deadly in any capable hands. But I was wondering if I should use these chains, or find something better in the junk lying around. Something sharp would be perfect. Inflicting blunt damage just didn't have the same effect as blood flying around. A smirk emerged on my lips as my eyes focused on my opponent. He was unarmed. Arrogance. That pretty much summed up what Shamino was to me. An arrogant piece of shit. But he shouldn't take that personally, I pretty much thought of everyone as shit. Or crap. Or worse. Plus, my mood had not turned to the better, I was annoyed that my fight with Kazuki had been delayed with a full round. Another thing I had noticed, was that there were two other fights in this round. Meaning the last round was going to be a crowd.
I let the chain drop from my hand at it rattled uncomfortably to my ears when it hit the ground. I removed my jacket. I needed that extra ounce of mobility in this fight. I might sacrifice my jacket to gain some mobility, but my trademark hoodie was still up. Hiding parts of my face from sight. Keeping much of my handsome face a mystery. They had a name, but that was pretty much it. The dark smirk dissappeared again as my jacket was thrown to the side and it hit the ground with a dull thud. I leaned down and picked up the metal chain in my right hand. No reason to let go of a weapon. People might consider it unfair or immoral to use weapons against someone unarmed. I was not one of these people. Nor would I care what they thought about me. After all. They didn’t know who I was.
But enough about that. It was time to get serious and actually focus on my opponent. He had not assumed a fighting stance yet, that often meant they were going to be offensive. And I planned on being defensive in the start, removing Shamino’s legendary countering abilities from the beginning. And making him dance by my tune, rather than the other way around. I spread my legs so they were at a shoulders width. Right hand, that held the chain, was hovering a foot away from my solar plexus. The left was closer to my body, and in front of the chin.
Show me what you got…
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Mar 23, 2009 21:39:03 GMT 1
So, he's going to use the complimentary chain...
Shamino was excellent. Fucking fantastic. Undefeated in true knock out, submission, or death fights. He had put bullets through a teenagers eyes, broken a cripple's neck by tossing him down a flight of stairs, and put one of Varron High's legendary fighters in a wheel chair. But a boy in a hoodie with a chain was more dangerous- mostly because Shamino believed him to be untrained with a chain. There were many weapons in the world that had chains attached to them, but it was hard to find an expert of those in the west coast of America.
He contemplated the butterfly knife, but would think the judge of the fight may find that just a little too edgy. He began to move towards the right, close to a pile of junk, making sure to keep his far distance from John Smith. He slipped his foot under the dented aluminum bat, and kicked it upwards- grabbing the weapon by the thick side. He tossed it sharply forwards, doing a five hundred and forty some-odd degree flip and grabbing the handle. The electric tape that had been wrapped around it for pseudo-grip instantly began to peel. Shamino frowned.
I promised myself I wouldn't use a weapon, but that was under the guise the other weapon would be blunt. Why give my opponent thirty six inches of sway that I don't have? Shamino began walking towards John, closing the distance quickly. "People always thought..." He began mumbling to himself, closing the yards so they became meters. "That I was some sort of defensive freak... But people don't realize..." He twirled the bat once forwards when he was several meters away. "That your defense is my best offense."
He stated this loud, blatantly towards his opponent. He stepped towards John's left, away from the chain, and briskly moved in forwards at an angle. His left hand held the baseball bat, and his fingers gripped as firmly as possible as he swung the bat underhand, towards John's left knee, away from the right hand and the chain.
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Post by John Smith on Mar 24, 2009 17:34:23 GMT 1
I frowned a little when my opponent turned to one of the piles of crap. It was quite clear I couldn't intercept him before he reached the pile. And when he was there, he would have a weapon. So, I decided to just stand and wait for my opponent to come and play with me. Wonderful. He had found an aluminum bat. How fan-fucking-tastic. In the country I am from, a country where baseball isn't all that popular and really is just an American game. There, we saw it as a weapon. Well, we did use it for some semi-baseball games. But it was primarily a weapon in my eyes. Other more regular kids, were astonished the first time I smacked someone in the face with a bat. Their minds were not accustomed to violence. I changed their minds forever. I hoped this boy with his bat, wouldn't change my face forever. But it was too late to think about that now. And besides, I didn't care. My current appearance wasn't the one I was born with.
As Shamino approached me, I exhaled and calmed my nerves down. Prepared myself mentally for the task at hand. Shamino talked, I ignored him, too bothersome and distracting to talk now. They boy probably had a speed advantage. I would just have to make up for his assumed speed advantage with precise timing. Because what was speed without proper timing. I stepped back with my left leg. Dodged the damn bat and as my foot touched the ground again my right hand lashed out and stopped when Shamino's left shoulder/biceps was in front of it. The chain would follow soon, and those 3 feet extra would strike Shamino's left biceps hard and leave a nasty mark and the tip of the chain should reach his chest. I had been a fool. I had almost forgotten all about keeping the chain swinging when not in CQC. That way it had more momentum for when it came to fighting. But that didn't matter now, Shamino should feel a sharp pain from his left arm. And that was what mattered.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Mar 24, 2009 20:57:40 GMT 1
The problem with good thinking individuals is that they believe logic and good reasoning can defeat skill. As the leg came back, Shamino was lucky that he went for it in an underhanded pattern, his arm swinging from the right to the left. As the leg came back, Shamino continued the swing upwards, twisting his body and slamming the bat firmly into the underside of John's extended elbow.
With his left hand coming up to slam into John's elbow, His right hand would ball up into a fist and raise quickly, and straight upwards to slam directly under John's chin. Hopefully, he was not biting his tongue.
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on Mar 24, 2009 21:07:31 GMT 1
ooc: Since I've been allocated to pick one of the fights to enter, I flipped a coin five times and this one 'won', I guess. Sorry for interrupting.
ic:
A couple of minutes earlier...
"So with the numbers as they are, the final match would be a three-way brawl. That's just clumsy and complicated. Better to get it out of the way now and have a solid one-on-one match to finish things up, the best pair without doubt instead of a third wheel as well."
"Well, it's going to cause some complications, but you do have a point. Alright, the two other fights are back that way, at the scrap heap and the uncrushed cars. Step into one, explain what's going on and get back into things if you really want this. I mean, you do automatically go to the finals if you opt to take the win as it stands..."
"Maybe, but I'd rather see how things go. Tell me, though, who's fighting at each site?"
"Heheh, not a chance. You can just find out when you get there. No backing out if you don't like your odds, you either do this properly or not at all."
He chuckled dryly and nodded, accepting the comment without fuss. "Fair enough, I'll get going. Speak to you next time."
With a nod, he left Victoria to double back, sprinting the way he'd came before glancing either side of him. The respective piles were easy to discern from here, and the tracks veered off in directions to both. Raising an eyebrow amusedly at it, he mentally flipped a coin and went right, wondering which pair of the remaining contestants he'd be approaching, the staff hooked under his arm.
Well, he'd not been told to leave it behind...
At the scrap metal site
Stopping at the edge of the 'arena', he grumbled as he saw the first of the two opponents he had inadvertantly chosen.
'Shamino. That's just fucking peachy...'
Shaking his head at it, he glanced at the boy standing opposite him, though he couldn't see his face or anything else about him. The other 'newcomer', some kid called John Smith, if he remembered from earlier before the matches started. It only stood out by trying so hard not to, and the name had the Asian curious. As the first altercation -at least the first he would witness- began, he took a moment to watch the Swede take a rather vicious swing at 'Johns' knee, opening the skirmish. Smirking, he placed two fingers to his lips and whistled loudly, stepping out into clear sight, figuring he might as well get himself involved before things presented any clear handicap, though if Shaminos current action -the counterbalanced swing to the other boys elbow- was anything to go by, he was already a couple of minutes late. If he had to fight against Shamino, as Victoria had said, he might as well do it properly or not at all. Flicking the staff onto his shoulder, carrying it quite loosely, he raised a hand to the pair in a mild gesture of acknowledgement.
"It appears that my opponent took a little too much of a knock-around in the last matches, so I've been asked to step into one of the other two matches. Guess this one's going to be it."
He slowed none as he brought the staff back down, pacing to position himself in order to get a clear look at the other fighters face whilst readying his own weapon. Glad he'd kept the staff after seeing the pair both with their own armaments, he shifted his hands into a firm grip.
"Frankly though, I'd have much rather seen you in the finals than here, Warhen."
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Post by John Smith on Mar 27, 2009 14:10:48 GMT 1
When I spotted where my arm was going to be, and where Shamino’s bat had changed direction to head. I was a little alarmed. But I didn’t get nervous. Firstly. Because I had an arm neatly placed in case something I didn’t like was going on. And naturally. I hated the concept of an alu-bat mobbing my right elbow. So, my left arm snapped out. Striking the bat somewhere on the middle. My palm taking the blunt of the hit. The leather gloves protecting my hand from harm. It was lucky that the attack had come from below. The power in such an attack was far less than a sideways or downwards strike. Which meant it was much easier to stop the blow before it reached my elbow. But it was far from impossible and I did it relatively unharmed. Could have been a lot worse. But now nothing stood between my chain and Shamino. It would be near impossible for him to react in time to the chain that would leave a nasty mark across his biceps and chest.
I loved the fact they allowed weapons here.
The whistle got my attention. And I was quick to retreat away from Shamino. Something was disturbing this fight. And I wasn’t going to stop and look around while Shamino was this close to me. As I retreated I kept Shamino in sight while I looked for the guy who had invaded our fight. If people believed in destiny, then this was destiny fucking you over. I had wanted a fight with Kazuki. But not with Shamino around. I couldn’t focus on two formidable fighters at the same time. Should I win this round, then the finals would be a breeze. Especially since I knew that now that would be a one on one fight. But enough of the future. I would have to stay focused on this double threat in front of me … While ensuring that Kazuki was crippled permanently.
Just a shame I didn’t have my mask on me for that extra psychological effect. While Kazuki spoke, I retreated further and further away from Shamino. For this changed things considerably. Could they not have decided this from the beginning. I began folding the chain around my right fist once or twice around. Making a simple knuckleduster. A good 1½ foot of the chain was still hanging down the side of my hand. I didn’t fall back into a stance once again. Just having both feet a shoulder a part with arms in the same position as earlier. A flexible defensive stance. I wasn’t going to be the one attacking now. Shamino was a counter genius, would be foolish attacking someone who could add genius to anything. While Kazuki who was an all around accomplished fighter, could attack from the blind side.
So. Who was going to start this? Shamino again? Or the newcomer?
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Mar 28, 2009 9:13:55 GMT 1
Unfortunately, this attack was, in fact, a vain attempt. With John being able to control his other arm, while enacting the other arm, while not stopping the flow of his swing, was to be applauded. Shamino had no point other than to continue his path downwards- swinging the bat up, he would turn, see the oncoming fist, and slip upon his own unhemmed pants. Falling on his back, at the same time, his other leg snapping back and forwards to land a swift boot to John's left ankle. Shamino fell to the ground on his side as he kicked, giving an audible 'Oof!' while narrowly avoiding the chain, as it wisped at locks of his hair as he fell.
His pants would be filthy, but it was a tactic he had utilized many a time in the same situation when in melee combat. Best part was that they never saw it coming, and the boot to the ankle usually brings his opponent down to his level. At no time did he regard Kazuki- seemingly too interested in at least inflicting a trace amount of damage while narrowing massive damage, himself.
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Post by John Smith on Mar 31, 2009 18:13:44 GMT 1
My hand grabbed the bat and stopped it from swinging. My iron grip secured the thing from going anywhere. I couldn't say I was surprised that Shamino managed to dodge my attack. He was a speedy little fucker after all. The odd kick did surprise me though. That was a very odd kick, probably the first time I had ever seen do it with such grace. But this was a good sign. I had forced Shamino into making such a desperate escape. And to make things better, his kick couldn't possible be that powerful consider his odd position and the lack of ground to use in his kick. Still, I felt the kick on my ankle. But my boots protected But it wasn't hard enough to destabilize my balance. Especially since I had transferred most of my weight to that leg. This freed up my other leg to move. With a swing of my hip I rotated my body and either ripped the bat out of Shamino's grip or pulled him up some.
Wouldn't matter which. For my right foot would hit, toes first, directly against Shamino's thigh. It seemed like I was getting fond of these dead leg strikes. But naturally, being the bigger guy, I needed to slow down my opponents so they were easier to handle. And since I was effectively holding Shamino's only weapon of concern right now, I was going to have a pretty easy time destroying him. After hitting his leg or it had been blocked. My right arm would descend. With the chain following in hot pursuit. The chain itself would probably strike his abdomen or the bottom of his ribs.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Mar 31, 2009 19:33:39 GMT 1
After finding that his powerful legs after years of training wasn't much against a pair of boots, Shamino quickly rolled to his right- which was behind John, as John began shifting position to face him. Once again at his side, Shamino would plant his right hand against the ground, and raise both legs in a swinging kick with both legs up to John's left hip- booting him back into a stumble, whether he was secured by weight distribution or not. This kick and maneuver would indeed rid him of his weapon, whether it be in John's hand or on the floor after the boot. After which Shamino would quickly recover by planting both hands on the ground and kicking his legs up- planting himself in a standing position several paces away from the kicked-back opponent. Finally, he looked briefly to Kazuki.
"God damn it. A threesome with no tits to be found..." He said, continuing to slowly step back until he was at even distance with the three. "That's not fun in the slightest."
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Post by John Smith on Apr 1, 2009 14:37:11 GMT 1
Shamino was a speedy little fucker. And it annoyed me endlessly! He narrowly avoided my kick at him and with my balance so centralized on one leg, I would have to place my other leg before I could do anything offensively. And god damn, Shamino was behind me. From what I had heard rumors, that guy was a murderer. Don't ever expose your back to a murderer, whether he is lying down or not. I'd like to think that one of the things that kept me alive in the many years as one of the most hated men at Varron, was because of my reputation. And secondly that I knew when it was time to attack. And when it was time to retreat. This was a time to retreat. And get as far away from Shamino as possible. My right foot touched the ground and with it, I retreated further away. Narrowly avoiding being kicked in the rear by Shamino from his lying position. As I turned around, I realized that I had not hit Shamino once. The boy was skilled at dodging attacks. But still, I felt like I had won more in this bout than I had lost. For in my left hand, I held that aluminum bat that Shamino had started with.
A shame I wasn't a ranger or a rogue, because then I would know how to dual wield. But having a chain in one hand and a bat in the other, was two very different weapons. It would be a mess keeping the chain from hitting me after a swing. It took me a second or so to figure out a good way to use both weapons. I placed the bat between my shoulder and head, and held it there while Shamino spoke. I began wrapping the chain around my left hand. My "off" hand. Improvised knuckleduster. I clenched my hand into a fist. I would just have to give up that mobility in order to get some more damage output. The right hand would find the bat again and hold it orthogonally to my stomach. I knew I was being a bastard for being on the defensive with these two weapons. But with Shamino as the countering genius and Kazuki as the all-around genius, then I couldn't afford to expose my backside to either of these murderers.
So... What's next? I thought as a smirk manifested itself at the idea of fighting these living legends.
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