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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 11, 2007 0:48:18 GMT 1
Its sure lonely at the top... But from here, its comfortable being able to look down at everyone.
San Francisco. Winter. Probably the warmest one its ever had recently with a balmy 75 degrees ferenheit, at night. The street lights were unable to stop Shamino from seeing the stars above. But that was to no suprise, as he was on the top floor of a rather tall parking building.
Yep. Lonely...
He hadn't been laid in weeks. The business was booming and that meant his entire night was often spent on that boat. From the middle of the week till sunday, he was stuck. Ahh, but Sunday came. He sat on the hood of a car he had rented the night previous for the week. Contemplating a purchase. His restaurant back home continued to show profits since his cousin had taken over managing it. "Always leave it to family." Shamino whispered to himself with a firm nod. "Family never betrays family like that."
He sat on the hood of the new Mitsubishi Evolution X. Not ready for showrooms until fall, Shamino was of the high upper class that was able to call Mitsubishi America and say "I will pay you the price of the car to test drive it."
They complied.
He treated the vehicle as if it was his own. The only thing he did not do, however, was smoke inside. So when the spicy cigar smoke exhaled through his nose, he was still not used to it enough to shrug it off. He held in a cough and inhaled through his mouth, exhaling the same way it came in. Café Creme the small cigar tin said. Original Spice.
Spice is right.
He turned his head towards the ramp/Elevator combination after seeing an automatic light come on. "Helloooh..." He whispered to himself. "Who's we have here?"
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Post by Odin Reeves on Jan 11, 2007 1:02:27 GMT 1
With a soft ding the doors to the ramp-elevator combination slid open to show a single figure underneath the soft glowing bulb. Odin had parked his piece-of-shit car on top of this structure in order to himself a chance for a late night run without running into any of the other students who attend Hircine High. His miniscule plan had worked as his run had gone off peacefully, and now he was going to return back to the dorms and slip into bed before waking up early for another jog.
Stepping out of the elevator in a grey hoodie and black shorts with white strips running along the side, he made his way across the structures top lot to unlock his Honda. He of course noticed the other car parked on top the structure, and even took a glance at the cars design. It was interesting to say the least, but as one could tell from first appearance’s Odin didn’t care much about his car, or driving for that matter.
Deciding it was to late to bother getting involved with another individual, as well as having no social skills to do so, Odin kept straight on his path. He wasn’t going to bother the man enjoying his night, and as such he’d hope the same courtesy would be given to him.
Stepping up to the drivers side door he removed his keys and unlocked the door, ready to get inside and drive home. A tired yet irregular thought passing through his mind before doing so; ‘Damn my days are getting repetitive.’
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 12, 2007 1:13:10 GMT 1
Shamino stood up from his vehicle, catching with a keen eye the facial structure of the person walking towards his vehicle. He had recalled that face before, before graduating from Varron. The name was something ancient. Something no one would name their kid... Hmm... Ol... Odin.
He recalled asking about him previously, but he had heard absloutly no hype about the kid whatsoever. He also remembered that face from his Riverboat Casino security cams. So what did Shamino do?
Foosh!
A knife stuck into the right tire of the Honda. Normally this was pretty low for even Shamino to do. But he wanted to make sure Odin was willing to have a little round about. Not an easier way than to flatten a tire. Shamino would return to his normal sitting position before Odin could even look up. Shamino kept the same look on his face, but this time, directed his glance directly at the senior.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Jan 12, 2007 1:28:00 GMT 1
The sounds of air rushing from a pressurized confinement caught the tip of Odin’s ears, his eyes glancing about as he slowly watched the cars front right side sink a few inches into the ground. Obviously this was nothing short of vandalism, and the only person who could’ve done so was the unknown man sitting on the hood of his car. Odin’s facial expression turned from an emotionless presence to that of boredom as his eyes rolled back before catching the glance of the smaller man.
‘Damn Hircine’s, always trying to make a point.’
Lowering his chin – but not his gaze – he tried to sum-up the smaller man as best he could. Obviously he was richer, and puncturing a hole in the tire of a crap-car didn’t seem like it was a night of fun for him. Thus Odin was led to assume that he either had a personal beef with him, or just overall hated everyone else. Nonetheless he was now without a way home, and the distance back to the dorms was more then he wished to run after already doing his usual length.
“What do you want?” The question was plain and obvious, stated as Odin stepped around his car so that no obstacles stood in between them. Once he in front of the unfamiliar man he stopped, sliding his hands into the single front pocket of his hoodie. He wouldn’t lean back against his car, nor would he proceed forward. The next step was up to the little-guy with a social problem.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 13, 2007 20:50:59 GMT 1
Inbetween each of his knuckles was a hundred dollar bill. Enough to refit his entire vehicle with tires, and pay for a tow. "Simple. You win this if you beat me in some hand to hand combat." Shamino said. His hand became a fist as the bills crumpled together and were then pocketed. He stood up from the vehicle, his hands being the last thing to leave the painted surface. His arms folded across his chest as he didn't make a movement to get any closer to Odin. He was a few meters away from his vehicle, off to the side, and his chin was pointed downwards slightly. He removed one arm from their folded position, and pushed his spectacles further up his nose.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Jan 13, 2007 22:51:41 GMT 1
‘Money in return for a beat down. These Hircine’s are an odd bunch.’
Odin took a few moments to sort through the proposition, he had already once-over his opponent, knowing that he had the size and strength advantage by far. In terms of a one-on-one fight this seemed to be one sided, Odin was the more ‘idealistic’ fighter. Yet something intrigued him about this man, and having a few extra bucks to pay for a tow and fresh tires wouldn’t hurt.
Stepping back with his left side he looked as though he was about to turn away, instead however he brought both hands up, his left protecting his check, his right level with his chin for optimal striking ability. Then he began to bounce lightly, never leaving the ground, using a combination of both his knee’s and ankles to keep himself in constant motion. Normally Odin was flat-footed during a fight, MMA or Boxing, but had been working on moving to his toes while keeping his power. Now his hands were faster, which is hard to believe, and his agility was up. Now he was able to fully use angles with each punch.
“If were fighting, then attack already.”
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 17, 2007 3:09:37 GMT 1
Something about the way you attack is crazy...
Shamino remembered this as he removed his jacket from his body, leaving him in his loose dress shirt. He began to move at a quick, speed walking pace towards Odin, cracking knuckles with gusto. However, the sound would most likely be carried away by the sudden gust of wind that did nothing to steer Shamino off his path. He was about five meters away when he recalled the other thing that was said.
When you attack, your initial attack is absloutley horrid. I think when i see you attack, 'how does this kid survive?'
So when Shamino was five meters away, he ran full force towards Odin. But he didn't seem like he was going to stop. No, the young businessman looked like he was running at Odin with a full sprint, with no intention to stop.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Jan 17, 2007 5:15:13 GMT 1
Odin watched and waited for a first real action to be done. He hasty walk did nothing to provoke him, rather kept him interested on his opponent’s body. With a loose stare he looked towards the smaller man’s midsection, he trusted his instincts to hear what the body was telling him, rather then that of one eyes, which are often deceiving.
When the distance between them was still a reasonable amount he grew irritated at the rather slow process of attacking. Then the man broke off into a sprint, leaving Odin with two options: He could wait, or he could charge forward to see whose force equaled a greater strength. He decided to be a fool, and rush on in.
From Odin’s known boxing stance he pushed off into a blatant run, his legs moving like a track star as his fists pumped out in front of him. The two were going to meet head on, and Odin’s plan was simple, lean into it a bit and hope for the best. Any attempt at a pin-point strike would be futile by either man, no matter how good they were, and so Odin would have to hope for the best while protecting his chin.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Jan 28, 2007 18:53:34 GMT 1
Interesting.
So the two ran head on in the middle of a mild temperatured night, on top of a parking lot, with Odin being the obvious strength. Shamino looked for anything on the floor that would aid him in his idea, and upon finding it, he nearly gave a sigh of relief that would break his pattern of heavy breathing. There was a metal patch on the floor, probably to cover a hole that was made, and it was nearing them quickly. Shamino shifted over a few inches to makes sure his running would insure he moved over it.
When He did he dropped to his knees, the fabric sliding against the stainless steel. With Odin leaning forward, and a conscious mind on his chin, he wouldn't really notice the straight punch to the gut that was given by Shamino, with Gusto. Shamino's own force combined with Odin's blatant run would equal vomiting results.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Jan 28, 2007 19:44:49 GMT 1
Odin’s conscious mind was on his chin, knowing that if the smaller man got a good shot at it when they were both running if could result in a disastrous finish, with he being on the losing end. Yet, despite his precautions his eyes were still following his opponent’s movement. He saw the shift, not sure as to what it was for, and prepared to react should something uncommon occur. Needless to say, it did.
The smaller male went into a slide, throwing Odin off his instinctive plan to just run the lighter man over. Instead his feet stuttered, as though he was hesitant and wanted to stop, but he wouldn’t do so in such a short time. He’d still reach the sliding body quickly, only now with a bit of time to prepare. He sharply breathed out as he brought his foot down and pivoted over slightly, throwing out his well-trained fists for a over-hand straight angled to hit the man with a slight swinging motion. The fist he threw was opposite to the mans, which would strike his stomach, only to have it prepared for such. This meant that Odin’s fist was connecting the same time as the smaller mans, and was striking from the same side that his opponent had attacked with.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Feb 3, 2007 8:09:59 GMT 1
Odin's plan would have been strength Vs. Strength instead of skill Vs. Skill. Unfortunately for Odin, Skill would win. Shamino's plan was set, it was rock solid, and with his fist racing towards Odin's stomach, AOdin tried his best to stop. A little difficult to do when Shamino was sliding within eight feet of an already running person. That is less than a second to change your game plan. So when Odin decided to swing a fist, Shamino's other arm casually flexed and swung towards Odin's oncoming arm. This would proably have Shamino's wrist area collide anywhere from Odin's wrist all the way up to his forearm. It wouldn't be enough to stop his tempo- not at all, it would be jusr enough for Odin's blind attack to veer away from Shamino, an for Odin's force to go further into Shamino's oncoming fist. Odin's problem was using the opposite arm Shamino had used to punch him, giving Shamino more than enough time to notice, block, and continue to execute. Too little space, not enough time.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Feb 4, 2007 21:05:47 GMT 1
The smaller, sliding man's block was ill timed. Because Odin was striking with the same side his opponent was, meaning Odin's left- Shamino's right, or vice-versa, the block from the smaller man's arm would have to travel across his body to fully connect. This left no proper foundation for a strike with either arm, as the force needed to block the heavy-handed power of Odin's punch would cause a shift in momentum, thus leading to a sloppy punch.
Odin's body, upon throwing the punch, was basically up on one foot. This meant that with his running, stuttering stop, and punch thrown, he was basically throwing all of his weight into the attack. It also meant that his front side was now a centered pivot point. His back leg would step around with his torso's motion, thus evading any attack thrown after the Odin's blocked punch. Odin's back leg would step down after he spun roughly 45 degree's, and he'd shuffle back with a few quick steps, well out of the range of any fist attack.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Feb 4, 2007 21:15:36 GMT 1
The thing with being a rather short young man, you train more in quickness, reflexes, and day to day acrobatics than in strength. With avid Parkour, and with a military background and possible KSK invitations, Shamino was able to call himself 'abnormally' fast.With his fist simply outwards instead of much force being thrown into it- letting Odin do that for him- it wasn't much at all for his brain to say 'palm and wrist to the right, and fist forward'. Granted it wasn't an amazing amount of force, but it was enough. With Odin being on one foot and stopping OH so suddenly (in under a second, two seconds if very lucky) that would bring about a massive amount of imbalance. Also, By stopping and throwing a punch fowards and making the silly idea of putting all his force into the punch, there was no way a man with odin's weight, height, and handicap of lack of time and Shamino's reflexes could possibly dodge Shamino's punch. On the contrary, with Shamino's hand still making a fluid motion towards Odin's punch in time for Shamino to make contact, Odin's force would be turned quite the opposite way from a block. It would turn Odin perfectly into a punch to the gut, and with Odin's force being veered off in another direction- it would cause Odin to trip! To lose balance and to fall face first on the floor with the added harm of his stomach acting violently to a still well placed and now, thanks to Odin, powerful punch.
Odin had clearly tried to do too much and plan too much with too little time against a far faster and technical fighter, and it would cost him his ride home, and would show Shamino that Varronites were still weak in every way.
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Post by Director Troutman on Feb 6, 2007 0:27:47 GMT 1
I've been asked to cast a remark on this in regard to an out of character debate between the two of you, but since only one person has asked me to do such a thing I'll state my standing views of the situations put to me by Paul.
Firstly, in the issue of Odins punching strength and speed being too much for Shamino to handle the blow facing him, it's a somewhat sketchy perception to consider. In all the time I've known both fighters this is the first time (that I, personally,) have seen you fight one another, but I would consider only Odins strength to outmatch Shamino. Taiku is ridiculously quick, and he managed to handle (albeit it being no simple feat) some of Odins heaviest blows, Shamino is quicker than Taiku, as I have always conceded with Paul, so by MY view I don't see that there is a terrible amount of trouble with what Shamino is doing here. He's not trying to stop the blow, merely send it another direction. Displacement of force, of course, is a much simpler act than the absolute halting of it. In simple English, big heavy punches might not get stopped dead, but with the force put into it as Odin stated, I would see that Shamino can deflect the blow.
Moving on to the second issue raised to me. In terms of Shaminos wrist buckling should he impact with Odins stomach, I'm wondering what raised such a point like this. I will accept without doubt that Odin is a highly conditioned, muscular character, but to say Shaminos wrist would buckle under collision with a highly toned abdomen is rather strange. Muscle can get hard to the point it's almost immovable, but in the end it IS still just muscle, I can perceive that in some degree, from the range he's throwing the blow, there is the possibility that the blow would be misguided and land awkwardly, but I don't see how this point is relevant in the argument. I'd throw this one out before the argument raises more.
Lastly, the remark that the blow CAN be dodged, I figure this should be put to the standard method of how we decide if something can be dodged.
If you can write a fair evasion, then you dodged it. If not, you just got smacko'ed. If anything else is needed, PM me.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Feb 11, 2007 4:51:46 GMT 1
I'm waiting.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Feb 12, 2007 0:19:40 GMT 1
The power Odin held was abnormal, to say the least. He was a beast when it came to training, making sure that he wasn’t just powerful, but athletic as well. His pivoting body wasn’t fast enough to fully evade the strike to his stomach, but due to his sudden stop, and front handed strike, he limited any gained force that would cause his demise this early in a fight. His opponent helped to do the same by first having to block Odin’s assault, meaning his shoulders had to turn over, shifting his weight and taking away from of the force he was granted by sliding.
So, Odin’s stomach was struck, and he felt it. But he had breathed out when he threw his punch, tightening his stomach muscles. He was also a relatively still target, not moving forward, and as such he didn’t imply a great amount of force from him self. So when he was struck his lips parted, he let out a silent gasp, and his body weight was shifted to his back leg. He put his leg down, stepped back, taking in a lung full of air, and stepped back once more. Breathing out again he felt a tinge of pain in his stomach, as though a heavy weight had just given him a haymaker to the gut, and feeling that gave him both discomfort and joy.
Backing up once again he stopped with his left leg in front. No doubtingly after sliding on his knees like that, the smaller man wouldn’t pounce forward going on the assault, especially with Odin back tracking with his eyes locked on his opponent. As he waited for a signal, to either attack or defend, he brought both hands up back into guard, just like the boxer he was.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Feb 14, 2007 0:18:35 GMT 1
He put his leg down, stepped back, taking in a lung full of air...
And that's when the fatal combination would begin. Shamino was not entirely idle when Odin was struck. He would expect no less of the man than to get away, and with a man of Odin's height and weight, side stepping or rolling was no option. He would be forced to step back, to rethink his situation. But Shamino woulf give Odin no time to think what so ever. When his fist hit, he raised himself slightly, getting on the tips of his feet as his fist, upon making contact with Odin and doing the damage done, would shoot up towards his jaw with a speed none could rival in all of Hircine or Varron. His arm made a reverse L shape as he put the force of him standing, and his entire arm, upwards at Odin's jaw. Instead of a fist, mid way through his hand would become a palm, cupping Odin's jaw like a strap. However he did this while Odin stepped back, and breathed in, which would cause his jaw to clamp, cause Odin to be unable to take in more air, and would most likely crack teeth.
It did not end there. While his arm did that deed, his other arm, while he somewhat stood, would deliver the 'one inch' punch to Odin's already assaulted stomach. The sudden force of Shamino's twisting hip would send Odin flying back, no matter his weight or size. Coupled with his inability to breathe, and the taste of hardened calcium that was his teeth.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Feb 14, 2007 0:34:47 GMT 1
Odin, despite having been struck, was still on guard, especially when he stepped back the first time. His front arm, the one that would’ve struck above Shamino’s attacking arm, was near the front of his body, turned over at an angle, in a defensive position. Not quite high enough to protect his chin, but given the smaller mans current position that wasn’t quite needed, now was it.
When he stepped back, having the good sized legs to do so, and the foot work to do such, his other arm took the place of his prior striking hand, and luckily it was there, as Shamino had continued on the assault from such an odd position. It mattered little though, as Shamino’s upward heading strike was to be blocked, without the need for Odin to really do anything. The fist came up, Odin’s arm came down to a horizontal position, the strength of his muscles stiffened, and the fist would be stopped from proceeding upward as Odin’s forearm met Shamino’s elbow crevice. A soft push was all that was needed to force the arm back, and allow Odin to continue his steps back.
Odin continued to move back until his left foot was in front, as he had planned to do before Shamino’s abrupt assault. His front hand would already be in guard, his fist close to his body while dropped down to shoulder level, his right fist protecting his chin. Would it be his turn to attack, or would the smaller, faster man decided to move in again, giving Odin a chance to learn from his mistakes.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Feb 14, 2007 1:42:04 GMT 1
When Odin applied, as stated, a 'soft push', Shamino would then bring back his palm, and then proceed to slam it painfully into Odin's elbow, pushing it the opposite way it would bend. At suchg a position, and with the ability to put his hips into it once more from such an angle, the arm would snap, and it would provide for Odin nothing but a clean break. Since he was so close, and Odin would have zero reaction time what so ever to move his arm or to get out of the way, Odin's plans would have to take a quick abortion as the insane pain of having a broken limb would fill his system.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Feb 14, 2007 3:46:52 GMT 1
Odin's feet stumbled back in a quick motion, as though it was a backward run, and only one thought came across his mind.
Thanks.
Odin’s arm wasn’t straight, or slightly bent, but brought back in guard at a good, over 45-degree angle. So when the smaller man used his palm to strike Odin’s joint, all he accomplished was pushing Odin back at a faster face, allowing his longer legs the speed to stretch themselves out without losing balance. The strike did little to hinder his arm, and in fact made it feel a bit looser after his jog, as his shoulder did tend to stiffen up at times when the say motion was repeated.
Given his multiple steps back he had more then enough time to breath, revitalizing his system after the sprint-stop-stomach-shot. Now he decided not to wait, but to move onto the offensive. He was much better offensive them he was defensive, and now he’d get a chance to stretch his arms and show his hand speed.
He came in, his left side forward, guard up but not particularly high. His range was well outside that of the smaller man, who gave up roughly 5 inches in height, and who knew how much more in reach given Odin’s abnormally long limbs. His left hands snapped out, a quick jab that was meant for speed, not to be stiff. His right hand was ready to fire, but he held back, he needed to gauge the mans reaction before knowing what combination to use, or what set of techniques to perform.
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