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Post by Tai Yang on Nov 25, 2008 6:02:49 GMT 1
(only 20 days apart.)
What happens when one side of the teeter totter reaches the top? Usually a cherry bomb, but also the other side begins it's ascention while the top descends back. Tai Yangs boot was no different then a teeter-totter at this time, striking the shoulder of his opponent, while premature, was still reaching the top, and once that happened he pulled his leg back down while using the follow of momentum to move his upper body back up into a regular stance.
His movement could be considered like that of a pipe rolling and hitting a stopping block. The momentum isn't instantly stopping, rather it's turned in the other direction at nearly the same force. The same could be said for Tai Yangs body, while the return wasn't at the same speed, it was still quite fast, and with the premature hit his return was sooner then he planned - then again he also planned on knocking Conner down; or back.
As his leg swung around he didn't plant it behind his right, rather he used his left to step forward, shifting his weight to the left and dropped his right arm to the side, pushing Conners left leg out to the side as he shifted his weight forward onto his front leg, pushing off the ball of his back, throwing his head forward towards the face of his opponent.
He kept his right arm up, tucked in beside his face with his fist clenched. He brought himself inside Conners guard with the last attacked, now he just needed to continued to stay inside, pushing the bigger man back while avoiding his attacks. Such a simple plan, No?
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Post by Conner on Nov 26, 2008 2:28:25 GMT 1
Tai Yang was starting to get on Conner's nerves.
Like all little guys, they were slippery as fuck. Conner was a much bigger fan of the fights where it was who did the most damage. When fighting a little guy, it was more like a damned game of tag. Conner was no goddamn child, and he hated these kinds of fights. Unfortunately, for his size it was the kind of fights he almost always got. Though he didn't enjoy these as much as the others, it didn't mean he wasn't used to this kind of fight.
Tai swung around again, this time lower his hand to deflect Conner's kick. It may have been a slow kick, expecially in comparison to their speeds, but Conner certainly didn't expect him to turn in time, let alone see it coming through his spinning. Either way, Conner's momentum was now going forward, though deflected slightly off towards the left from the block. As his foot would be knocked off towards the diagnol, Conner's left hand would reach around and grab the the hair on the back of Tai's head. He may be quick, he may be slippery, but even he couldn't block two places at once with the same arm, nor could he change direction now that he was moving to the inside.
Landing heavily on the now front left foot, Conner's body weight would be behind it. As he fell forward Conner began to turn his upper body to the left, in preparation for his own attack. At this time, Tai's forehead would smack into the right side of his chin. It hurt and would be sore for a duration, but it wasn't much more than a glancing blow because they were both in movement. However, Conner's momentum couldn't be stopped at this point. With Tai Yang moving forward, Conner landing heavily forward himself, and Conner's hand hold on Tai's head, Conner's right elbow would smash into left side of Tai Yang's face and any limb attempting to get in the way.
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Post by Tai Yang on Nov 26, 2008 3:18:10 GMT 1
The back of his head was grabbed - technically speaking he should take his blocking left arm and thrust his second knuckles up into the arm pit of the large man, then turn inward even more while kneeing the brute in the crotch. That was the basic defense when grabbed in terms of large vs small. Strike a pressure point, strike a weak spot, then move away.
Instead, what Tai Yang did was continue on the offense. A hand full of hair wasn't going to stop the rest of his limbs, nor was the pressure exerted from his opponent. To delay the force of his opponent from causing them to fall he slid back on his right foot, giving him a more stable base for a momentum as he continued to turn in to his opponent. As he did he brought his left arm up, mimicing his right arm, only pushing out on the inside of his opponent's elbow.
Moving into a completely defensive mode Tai Yang tucked his left arm back so that his bicep, forearm, and shoulder absorbed the blow of Conners right elbow. The blow from his attack caused his body to lurch to his right, adding to the force applied to the inside of Conners elbow. Turning in his left knee he lowered his body and pushed back off his right, spinning to his right and under Conners left arm. Taking his left arm he'd try to push off the outside of Conners grabbing arm, furthering to apply pressure to move away from the bigger, heavier enemy.
If his footwork and defensive ploys worked then he'd spin out of Conners decent and move off to his side, not stopping until he was out of immediate striking range. It wasn't like the young Chinese American to go on the defensive, but he knew how to should the situation arise. Seemed now was the time.
After stopping and distancing himself from his enemy he'd feel the pain in his shoulder begin to tinge. Ontop of his shoulder pain beginning to form he was feeling the swelling beginning to form from the other elbow attack, despite it being a glance.
'He has allot of power. I can't fool around anymore, gotta take him out of commission.'
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Post by Conner on Dec 2, 2008 1:56:56 GMT 1
(OOC: Short. Let me know if there are any problems.)
Tai Yang was that bug that just didn't want to be squashed.
The Captain absorbed the first elbow, keeping Conner from smashing through his face. There was alot of force in that elbow, however. Even if it was blocked, it would at the least be sore on the arm itself. Tai Yang dug into the elbow of Conner's other arm in what the Horseman of War assumed to be an attempt to get it off. Too bad for Tai, though. Conner's arm naturally bent in at the movement, not fighting it. Instead, Conner would tug the head in even more than he planned to, adding in a follow up elbow strike to the same spot.
Hopefully, it would be enough to hurt Tai's arm bad enough that it would be lowered by the damaged muscles. If it was, Conner would just plow inward with his elbow again and again, not stopping til he felt the body go limp, and then some. If not, Conner's right hand would immediately grab some hair in the same fashion as his left arm, most likely hidden from sight by the shield Tai Yang had created for his head. Once obtained, Conner would yank the head down and throw his right knee into Tai's face.
Either way, Conner didn't plan to let go.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 2, 2008 2:41:05 GMT 1
So playing defensive wasn't working, meaning he'd have to switch back of aggressive offence in order to win. He felt that after the second consecutive elbow strike to his bundled up left arm. Again his defense on that side was tight, absorbing the full impact of the blow with a shift of his weight, once again pushing on the inside of his opponent's left arm.
After the second elbow strike Tai Yang's right arm snapped out from it's defensive position, aiming to strike straight across Conners jaw from a sharp angle. It was like all of his straight forward punches, striking out from the elbow with a stiff shoulder. From straight on it was nearly impossible to predict as it limited muscle movements, but because of technique it remained strong on impact.
This punch was, however, more or less just a terms of feinting. The power was still real, but it was to draw away Conners focus for half a second. Even if it was just the smallest part of a moment, if the larger man was distracted then his attack worked. For, what came next was the real attack. His left arm uncurled from it's tightly woven defense, and by dropping his elbow and shoulder in unison his arm snapped out like a cobra snapping at it's prey. This wasn't a punch however, it was strictly a grab with a devestating effect. His finger tips would be pushing back towards Conners ear, while his thumb would lodge itself straight into the midst of the larger mans right eye. Having done this in Jail he knew exactly how it felt, and knew it caused perment damage, but he didn't care. He'd gladly stick his thumb in Conners eye and then try to break the side of the socket from his face.
As if that wasn't enough, on retraction of his right hand he'd turn his wrist over and open his hand on the way back, grabbing the throat and jugular with his nails and begin a slow form of choking that was more towards the side of torture, as it wouldn't apply enough pressure to knock Conner out, but it would let fatigue set in much earlier.
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Post by Conner on Dec 2, 2008 5:32:53 GMT 1
The punch shot out, stinging slightly, but doing little more than pissing Conner off. Then-
"Cunt!"
The elegant curse shot out of Conner's mouth as the thumb poked him in the eye, causing the larger student to close his lids and turn his head to the left. Though this would do very little in terms of avoiding the poke (as it already happened) it would keep Tai Yang's thumb from furthering the damage. As he turned, his hands would pull the head down as intended. The knee wouldn't fire out, however, as Conner's mind was thinking more about his own eye at the moment. Regardless, the head pulled down would mean Tai's eyes would be facing the ground, and further attempts at striking would be awkward and blindly-fired.
Following his head's turn to the left, Conner pivoted counter clockwise on his back right foot. He'd whip his left leg around, gaining even more momentum as he swung Tai around by his handholds. Where the head went, the body followed. Conner would extend his arms fully, using his longer reach to keep the little bastard at bay. This time Conner would hold Tai's head down and pull up his left knee, intent on cracking it into the smaller man's forehead.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 2, 2008 5:55:00 GMT 1
Change one's location, change one's target. Tai Yang wasn't purely about strikes to the face and throat, nor did he care if it was the torso, arm's, legs, or any other part of the body. He'd strike where he'd need to in order to win. A survival instinct like this isn't so easily gained in this day and age, but he acquired it early on after his absence from highschool life.
Point his eyes down, open up your crotch; it was that simple. However, Tai Yangs arms were still up, his fingers curling inward as he ripped down on the side of Conners twisting face. While it would probably only sting, as his nails were properly trimmed as to not split open his palms upon striking, his grip was still particularily strong, and thus effective in a downward pull. His right arm snapped back out to the side, grabbing onto Conners left shoulder and remained pushing out on his arm as best as he could.
Doing all that he could to avoid easily giving up his footing he moved forward, going with Conners general tug and almost went into a semi-sprawl, only with a different purpose in mind. His body went to his right, while his left fist remained bent and swung up into the Dingly-Dangly's of his opponent. Now, what's speed without combinations.
Ever scene the motion a jack-hammer makes? Well, you could relate the same motion to Tai Yang's left fist as it pumped out punch after punch with minimal pull-back. There was no twist in his wrist, but still plenty of technique as he pushed off his almost fully extended left leg, adding a little bit of hit movement into every other punch. Meaning his first, third, and fifth punch, with the possibility of there being more, would be more powerful then the secondary punches, which were based on his speed with little technique.
Being hit in the groind once hurts, in multiples it's crippling. Not to mention embarashing to doctors and nurse's search for your testicles inside your stomach and intestines.
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Post by Conner on Dec 5, 2008 6:58:59 GMT 1
Conner clenched his teeth again as Tai Yang's fingers dug into his face, pulling down and causing those annoying red marks.
"Scratching? I didn't know Paragon let girls become the School Captain!"
Despite Tai Yang's efforts, he would still be whipped around albeit it not as quickly. Still, his footing would take a moment to be readjusted. Having the same strategy for some time now, it didn't take long to shoot his left knee out towards the nearby head of the Captain. Unfortunately, it would meet some resitance. Fortunately, that resitance would be the incoming punch that would be accidently blocked by the knee, who's mass would still be greater than Tai Yang's hand by far, and would therefore continue towards Tai's forehead, though likely a bit off to one side or the other from the punch.
"The Olsen twins now! Wow, you really are a fag!"
Not holding back on the slander, Conner decided it was time to change it up a bit. As his knee would return back, he'd step back with his right foot as well, doing it as quickly as he could to avoid another groin shot, though it was possible Tai had injured his hand on the kneecap anywho. Regardless, with both feet moving back Conner would pull down on Tai's hair, bending over as he intended to slam him face first into the ground, where he'd let go of the would-be-bloody mess.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 7, 2008 6:50:49 GMT 1
"Say's the fairy tugging my hair."
As Conner stepped back with his right leg Tai Yang's right hand formed a fist and struck out toward the well exposed neck of his opponent. From the strike he moved into another defensive position, only it was a position set on the offensive. Taking his right leg he'd bring it around Conners left and plant it behind the larger man's body.
Moving with all the haste his body could muster he'd take his right hand and bring it behind the neck of the brutish fairy and lock the grip with his left hand, right hand grasping his left wrist. Using technique over strength he'd pull the off balanced Conner over his body in a basic Judo hip toss. He had a strong lower body, as well as core, so with dynamic action his muscles would have the strength to do it.
Just because Conner was pulling his hair didn't mean the 'girly-man' had the control over Tai Yang's body. The young Chinese-American had more then enough tollerance to get past the itsy bit of pain that pulling his hair left. As for his left hand, well, it did in fact hurt, but it was also in a solid fist, a fist that was us to striking concrete and bones, a little knee wasn't going to break it's ferocity.
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Post by Conner on Dec 8, 2008 21:56:08 GMT 1
The punch would strike Conner's neck, causing momentary pain and discomfort. No excessive damage would be done, though, as Tai's punch would have to strike almost straight up from his current positioning in addition to Conner already moving back with the force. It wouldn't take long for Tai's hands to wrap themselves around Conner's neck in a decently tight grip.
Tai Yang's throw was one Conner couldn't do much about; mostly due to the fact he had no understanding to the move's dynamics. Regardless, Tai Yang hadn't accounted for Conner's grip still a top his head of ridiculous hair. As such, when Conner would be tossed over the smaller student's right hip, his hands would pull in as well, bringing his target with him. Conner had much greater mass, and with the momentum Tai Yang put into the throw there would be little Tai could do to prevent his head from being swung around as well. Conner would fall on his back, pulling Tai by his head along with him to his right, most likely flipping Tai Yang on his own left side or back.
If so, Conner would roll to his right, keeping Tai's head pinned down with his hands til he would get atop Tai Yang in a full mount. From there, he would just continue to slam down with his heavy hands on the Captain's face.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 8, 2008 22:30:36 GMT 1
Conners hand full of hair would've been effective in leading the smaller, faster fighter around, even on a decent towards the ground, if it wasn't for the fact that Tai Yang was planning on sticking close to the much heavier individual. As Tai Yang used Conners weight against him in the hip toss onto the hard tiled floor he went down with the man, adding his own weight into the slam as best he could. His hold was still centered around the neck, meaning he'd actually protect Conners head on the impact, but increase the pressure around his neck on landing, as well as put his weight onto the shoulder blades, which would be one of the first things to hit.
Landing in a side guard his body would be to Conners right, and the first thing he'd do after getting his bearings - which would be nearly right after the hit, at least compared to Conner, would be to send his top knee into Conners right check. Striking with his left leg gave him the balance of still having his right on the ground, as well as blocking off Conners right arm, either having landed on it, or having it behind him with his shoulder under his body.
After sending the first knee he'd sprawl out with his position, though without turning his body over in the classic sense. He'd use his flexibility to put his right boot on the floor about Conners head, nearly in a perfect line while his left remained out to Conners far right. This put his legs in a right angle, so to speak, and gave the smaller fighter good leverage and weight displacement to help keep the larger man grounded.
All the while his right hand was still grabbing onto his left wrist as he pulled upward and continued to further cut off the oxygen and blood supply to the brutish fairy's peanut sized brain. However, he didn't want to end it without making the big man bleed, and to do so while inflicting as much pain as possible he'd need to change up his hands a bit - good thing hand speed was his speciality.
Twisting his left hand over with a small arc he did the classic grab escape from the movies on himself, then did it again in with his right to insure that his left arm was pushing in on his right with the creavice of his elbow. Having put his left arm on the outside he was no free to grind his fist across Conners face with small hammer fists, and occasionally slam the bottom of his elbow into the right cheek of his enemy.
While this wasn't quite as brutal as his usual standards, he was fighting a heavier enemy, and needed to be tactical as well as fast. He had to make sure his opponent was dazed before he went in for the finish, and this was the best possible method.
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Post by Conner on Dec 9, 2008 7:20:26 GMT 1
Tai Yang was intent on staying close to Conner, preventing himself from flopping over him like Conner thought he would. Oh well, it wouldn't matter too much. If anything, it meant Conner wouldn't have to go catch him again by staying close. Tai Yang's hands remained clasped behind Conner's neck, causing a pretty uncomfortable pressure on the back of his neck. However, Conner still had his grip on Tai's head whether the smaller guy decided to stay close or not.
Conner's arm wouldn't be pinned when Tai Yang would attempt the side mount, simply because Conner had kept his hands in front of him the whole time atop Tai's head. In retaliation, Conner would let go of the hair with his left hand, yanking back as hard as he could with his right, pulling Tai's head back and to the left. Turning his head would force his body to upright itself at least slightly, no matter how much pain tolerance the little boy had. This would in turn either make the knee strike void, or at least lose a great deal of power if still deciding to be throw out without the chest to chest connection of the side mount.
Instantly later, Conner's left hand would swing to his right, moving unhindered due to Tai's handholds on the neck. With Tai's head tilted back and to the side, Conner had the clear target of the right side of the neck, where he would hit without mercy. In the case it wouldn't be enough to loosen the grip on his neck, Conner would continue to pull back on the hair, hitting him again and again in the same spot.
Sooner or later, Tai would have defend himself. That, or die.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 9, 2008 7:39:01 GMT 1
Don't you hate it when things don't go according to plan? Tai Yang wasn't a tactician, but when he started a plan he liked it to flow through smoothly. The fact that Conner continued to pry him off was extremely annoying, and he had to shift his weight to compensate.
As he threw his first knee his entire body - from his chest down - moved around in a quarter spin, making it not so much a strike as a stride for position. This didn't releave the pressure of the grasp on his hair, but it made it easier to bring his left side down as his feet sprawled out to the sides. The toes of his steel work boots pushed hard against the tile floor as his body rose up off the ground. He kept his make-shift strangle hold on Conners neck, all while getting in position to fire off hard, rapid knee's to the top of his opponent's skull. The more splendid news for this newly thought up plan of attack, was that the sprawl was exactly the position he needed.
Being the ass that he was he'd fire off the first one to strike from the side, meaning it wasn't aiming for the top of the skull like you'd see in PRIDE, but the side, meaning the temple was his designated target. He'd connect at roughly the same time as Conners punch, only the brute's area of attack wouldn't be the same if he still choose to fire it off. With Tai Yangs change in position he'd be a bit elevated, and since he was still trying to choke, or rather limit the blood to Conners brain, his shoulders would be raised up in order to keep it tight and his sprawl secured.
So the strong left hand, that didn't have the strength of being pushed off the ground or waist movement, would most likely hit one of two places: either be a glance off his left shoulder, or smack him square in his tightly clenched jaw. Either way the punch was lacking the regular body movements to force him off, let alone knock him out at that particular moment.
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Post by Conner on Dec 15, 2008 5:17:41 GMT 1
Tai Yang continued to squirm around, refusing to stay put for Conner to hit him. A reasonable strategy, but one that pissed off Conner regardless.
Conner pulled in tighter with his right arm, turning the best he could to his left in an effort pull him over his body, though likely only bringing him a little closer to the punch. Conner's fist would strike Tai's jaw, landing solidly but not doing any major damage. His attempted turn to his side would probably be relatively ineffective, though his head and shoulders would shift enough to at least displace the first knee to his cheekbone.
Keeping his arm pulling in on Tai's hair, Conner's left hand would go up again, this time feeling around Tai's head for the right place. Quickly finding his target, Conner would grip the left side of Tai's head with his fingers as he drove his thumb back into Tai's left eye. This wasn't a sport fight, which was good since Conner wouldn't know the rules anyways, meaning that no targets were off limits. If still intending to throw some knees, Conner's hard head would manage through several at the least, since trying to maintain the choke and the sprawl throughout would take away a good deal of power.
Either way, Conner intended to mutilate yet another fellow student.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 16, 2008 9:42:48 GMT 1
The power of a knee to the face was enough to break the facial construction of even the toughest men, so the fact that Conner not only took the blow, but seemed un-parsed by it, was a true testament to the brutes pain tolerance. However, the same could be said for the much smaller, and lighter individual who took the mans left and kept on grinning. Although, to be fair he was first clenching his jaw, but the upward contusion of his lips came shortly later.
Despite what he was originally planning, after the course of his right knee was changed he found it more sporting to stick in the position, having it be a better place to use what strength he had in his form as a defensive measure. So, his hips dropped as his right knee was placed beside Conner's face, his left leg still outstretched. This gave him all the more strength to fight against Conner's girlish hair pulling, and so he tried to make his body as compact as possible by bringing his upper half down towards his waist to preform an unusual choke.
In other words he was moving to drive his right shoulder into Conner's throat. With his left arm, the one that wasn't being used primarily in the choke, would extend and lift as it slipped underneath Conner's left armpit, with a clenched fist, and pushed up on the elbow. This would use two bodies as separate leverage points to help tighten the guard, but this also had another purpose. It forced his bicep up around his left eye. Having felt Conner's fingers brush against his face just as he was compacting his frame he had a pretty good idea of what he believed the larger individual was going to do, or at least try.
However, it's hard to focus on gouging out an eye when your throats being crushed, or your jaw for that matter. With Tai Yangs dual use of leverage points it added to the resistance strength that he didn't necessarily have in the beginning. And of course, the top and side of Conner's head was still open, so if he leaned back after locking in the choke he'd be able to throw rapid - albeit weaker - left knee's into the side of his enemies skull.
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Post by Conner on Dec 22, 2008 20:36:45 GMT 1
(OOC: Sorry for the wait. Works been a bitch.)
Conner wasn't an proffesional MMA fighter, nor a master of any martial art. The juvenile deliquint didn't know complicated mounts, guards, or chokes. He only knew what he'd learned on his own. How to hit and how to squeeze. Conner didn't understand that pulling Tai's hair wouldn't pull him off, because the Horseman of War didn't even understand what leverage meant.
Tai Yang had established a solid choke now, and Conner wasn't much of a defensive person. He'd tried hitting, and now it was time for squeezing. Tai had made the assumption that Conner wouldn't be able to focus on his attack, whereas in reality, it was the only thing he had to focus on. Whether it was an underestimation of Conner's abilities, or overestimation, it would still be a mistake on Tai's part. Conner wasn't an expert, but he was no punk bitch, either.
With no actions taken to prevent it, Conner's left thumb would stab into Tai's left eye. He'd grip the side of Tai's head with the other four fingers, all the while still pulling on Tai's hair to prevent him from shaking his head to get away from it. Conner may be about to lose this fight by being choked out, but Conner would leave him with a reminder.
That reminder was an empty left eye socket.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 22, 2008 22:25:32 GMT 1
As Tai Yang pushed his shoulder in and brought his forearm up he felt, as well as saw, his opponent's left thumb in an up-close and personal view. At first contact his neck unconciously twitched to the side, trying to push his head far away enough for his eye to be safe. No matter how crazy Tai Yang was, his body instinctively wanted to save a part of his body. Regardless he still felt the thumb pushing aside his eye, the exact same plan he had moments ago.
However, as the thumb pushed his eye to the side, damaging it's nerves, he continued moving. Had Tai Yang stuck in this position long enough for him to accurately peirce his eye. No, even in chokes he was fast, and as soon as he knew it was properly applied he moved onward to the second stage. It started by leaning back and shifting his hips over so that he was laying nearly flat on the ground. This would pull the thumb from his eye, no matter how hard Conner tried to squeeze, as his eye-lid closed to further protect his eye.
Of course, as he leaned back his shoulder was no longer pressed on his opponent's throat, but he brought his left arm down so fast that his elbow would be the first thing to 'press' against the brutes throat, followed by his forearm, and finally his left hand. But it wasn't simply just his left hand, his right hand would be interlocked at the fingers, lacing them together and gripping in total the throat, jugular, and back of Conners neck. His lean body made this move idea as he was more then flexible enough to pull it off while maintaining the choke.
But to say that was it was far from finishing. Stage two endlessly progressed into stage three without any form of delay. He went from having his right leg bent and his knee howevering up by his arms to extending his leg and hooking it over so that his foot came down by Conners left side, followed by being locked in with his left leg hooking over his right. The final movement of this stage was arching his lower back and pushing up with his hips and left leg, completing the choke as he applied more pressure on the throat and jugular.
From this position he had a nearly perfect defensive position. His face wasn't reachable by anything but a blind right hand, which wouldn't be able to do much, and his legs were protecting the grip while adding leverage. So, in itself the legs were their own defense, since the most Conner could do was pound on them.
From there on it would take thirteen seconds for the large man to lose consienceness, but Tai Yang would hold it for twenty-five seconds. He really didn't care if he caused brain damage, even though that probably wouldn't be a hindering factor to the large man, so he made sure to keep pulling hard on his neck, counting the seconds out in his head.
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Post by Conner on Dec 27, 2008 21:11:02 GMT 1
(OOC: Short, for obvious reasons.)
Conner's thumb dug into the eye, squeezing and stabbing with all the might he had left. While Tai Yang had better leverage, he wouldn't be able to move as smoothly from his positioning as he would have hoped, with Conner's handhold still atop his head. This of course wouldn't stop Tai's movements, but it would slow his switch to his second positioning, meaning Conner having more time in his eye socket. He may not have gotten to pop it as he would have liked, but there would be a moderate amount of damage done that would require some healing.
As Tai Yang would eventually slip out, there was nothing Conner knew to do. As such, he began to wiggle his upper body to no avail. He pulled harder on Tai's hair, by now surely forming a solid bruise as the hair's roots. This would go on for ten seconds, this point Conner's grip beginning to loosen considerably, and about five seconds later his hand would open, dropping down to the ground.
Oh well. At least Conner got a nap.
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Post by Tai Yang on Dec 27, 2008 21:53:21 GMT 1
"DIIIIIIEEEEE!"
Once Conners hand went limp from his hold on the Paragon Captain's hair a primative, malice filled scream erupted from the conqouring captain. He continued to hold the choke, his left eye closed and swelling with a small stream of blood dripping through from the socket. Victory filled him with a rush that went past the pain of nearly having his gouged out, and so this was nothing more then another battle scar.
Though, to Tai Yang, it didn't seem far to simply walk away, leaving Conner choked out on the tiled floor of Paragon's hall. No, an eye was to heavy a price to pay for the unforgiving warrior. After he was sure Conner was unconcious and he let go of his choke he brought his hand up and wiped away the stream of blood. Bringing it into focus in front of his other eye his already natural squint narrowed further, anger rupturing inside him was all to present.
Mounting the fallen combatant he stared to rain down heavy punches with his right fist, unable to properly use his left with his sense of distance distorted. Rather, he placed his left hand down beside Conners face, using it as a distance metre as well as a pillar to keep his face from falling to the side.
Five, Ten, Twenty punches rained down, each as uncalculated as the rest. He was batting away at an already oxygen deprived brain, nothing seemed like it was going to stop him. After his knuckles were split from cracking against teeth, and his prey's face covered in blood, the punches stopped. He leaned back, taking it in, his sense of justice returning as he remembered the old metaphor: an eye for an eye. Thats when his sadistic smile returned, finally spreading back across his lips.
He leaned forward, taking his already battered right hand and giving it one more task, pluck the left eye from Conners skull. Taking his index and middle finger, as well as his thumb, he slowly pushed them in around Conners left eye. The fingers were more on the lean side, but that didn't stop them from causing the eye to squish in on itself before he got to the back and felt the optical nerve.
"Now kids, once you have the eye in your grasp it's just a matter of pulling it out and severing the optical nerve."
In an over-exaggerated motion he ripped his arm back like he was pulling on the cord to start a mower. He went well beyond the stress point for the nerve, ripping it clear from the socket and holding the eye in his three fingers for all to see. With his left hand he opened the loose jaw of his victim, keeping it in position as he placed the eye in it's owners mouth.
He sat back, seemingly done as he propped himself up to begin to stand, his left hand on Conners shoulder. But his right hand returned to a clenched fist, striking up like a flash of lightning as he punched the bottom of the jaw, making Conner bite through his own eye. Pushing his victims head to the side he stood up, no longer giving a damn about the destroyed student on the ground. His left eye was still closed and swollen over, the blood having stopped once there was no longer room for it to move.
He took one look at Vince, flipping of the 'cock-globber' before he turned away and made his way down the hall. The nurses office was the other way, or at least he assumed it was, but that didn't matter. He wasn't planning on staying at school, rather he'd actually go to the hospital and get his eye checked. He also had another reason to go, but it was only a morid curiousity. He wanted to see his finished work after the doctors were done trying to repair him.
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