Maverik Vs. Shamino

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[Maverik]

“So everything’s come full circle then…” Maverik muttered to himself as he sat on his bed next to his girlfriend Xian. He had been getting ready for the fight for the last few hours, carefully choosing his clothing for maximum freedom, with minimal give slack so as to give fewer grabbing opportunities. He had chosen his hard leather shoes, which fit comfortably, and gave his kicks a little bit more snap in the delivery. His shirt was a nicely fit no sleeve black tank top, and his pants were the slightly loose fitting lower half of his martial arts Gi. He had been meditating quietly for the last hour, and now he sat there with Xian, preparing to travel to the match.

“First at Varron, and now here. I am going to enter the tournament, and I am going to fight with everything I have to try and defeat my opponents.” He said in contemplation of the situation. “A new challenge, and who knows what I’ll find behind the veil of Hircine’s arena.” He added somewhat thoughtfully. He slowly stood off the bed, offering his hand to help Xian follow. They both went downstairs and got on Maverik’s bike, speeding off to the first big fight of their stay.

A while later, they entered the soundproof room, noticing the crowd of people making bets and shouting for blood. Maverik looked at Xian and nodded slowly. “Be careful in here… I dare say that this crowd will be a lot rougher than the ones in Varron… They’re here for a blood sport…” He said cautioning her gently as he placed a confident hand on her shoulder.

Suddenly, a man Maverik recognized as Kurtz, one of the pillars, entered the ring and introduced everyone to the nights events. He announced that Varronites would be participating, and this only seemed to get the crowd more riled up. Maverik knew just why too… They wanted to see blood, and seeing a Varronite get slammed was high on their agenda.

Kurtz called out the first match. Maverik vs Shamino. This came as quite a shock… Maverik had only fought Shamino once. But he had seen him fight many times, and knew that he was not a man to be trifled with. “This might be bad…” He said slowly to Xian as he frowned. “No matter what happens, I have to fight this to the end. Don’t worry about me ok?” He asked her seriously, his eyes telling her not to interfere no matter what. He didn’t think she was likely to in most situations… But Shamino… He was a killer, born and bread. He moved towards the boxed area that the crowd formed around. It was much tighter than the warehouse had been, and so he knew that there would be little running at each other. It would be all close quarters in this fight. He entered the arena, and stood still, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly as he pushed the air from his lungs. Now, all he needed was his opponent…

[Arlen]

'Blood sport'

Arlen had heard whispers of a 'tournament' one on one events in a ring similiar to that used in boxing. It seemed this was a no limits game, a fight to the finish every time. For many this would be enough to perk an interest. Arlen however was no stranger to fighting or combat and saw no reason to go and watch two people no matter how talented they were kock the shit out of one and other.
Perhaps Arlen would have participated, however 'word on the street' was that all spots were filled and the fighting would be commencing tonight of all nights. Arlen at this point had actually felt a little dissapointed...his only escape recently had been through physical activity...couple of fights would have been right up the big mans street.
Arlen was about to ignore the conversation and walk away to inquire more into these 'tournaments' elsewhere. Perhaps he could enter a later tournament...
Then that name popped up...'Shamino' Arlen turned around now and headed toward the two Hircine students talking about the tournament to come. 'Shamino' would be fighting in it.
Arlen thought back to all those letters he received from Ajax. The most prominent name among them all was 'Shamino Warhen' a man Ajax regarded highly. If Ajax regarded Shamino highly then Arlen likewise could see no reason not to hold him in a similar light. Ajax had only ever mentioned good things about Shamino, Shamino it seems was Ajax's saving grace a man Ajax owed a great a personal debt too.
Above all else Ajax regarded Shamino as one of the more talented fighters he had come across in the school of Varron. Arlen knew that if Ajax said someone could fight..then they could fight.

Hungry with the kowledge he gained through chance Arlen had discovered the arena for the events to unfold. He made his way to the ring and sat quietly in the bleachers. His appearance was enough to force a few local youths at the back to move without saying a word.
During the build up to the fight Arlen caught site of a familiar young woman entering the arena. The man she walked with seemed to be dressed for the occasion...he did not look like the one Ajax described as Shamino. Therefore he had to be Maverik another name mentioned before by Ajax, another man Ajax considered a talent when it came to fighting. Arlen smiled, apparently the crowd would get what they were cheering for.
Now Arlen just had to wait for the man he came here to see...'Shamino Warhen.'

[Tong Xian Tian]

Xian watched Maverik as he got ready. He seemed really into this fight and in a way she couldn't blame him at all. Knowing that you had no idea whom your opponent was seemed like a very stressful thing and even she had to admit that she was worried also. Deep in her mind she hoped that his opponent would be weak especially since she did not want him to get hurt, though it would most likely happen and there was nothing she could do about it.

Xian sat in bed, her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them as she thought deeply of the situation. She was obviously not happy about seeing Maverik get hurt but she knew that he wanted to do this and she would have to support him no matter what.

"I just hope it's no one too powerful and uncontrollable." she said with a worried look, though she quickly shook it away before he would notice it. She didn't want him to see her all nervous and such. She wanted him to feel like she was sure that all would be fine. "Though I'm not too worried. You're strong and all so I'm sure all will be well." she smiled. He was now ready and this meant that she would have to go as well. Xian took his hand and followed him downstairs and out the door where both of them climbed onto the bike and drove off.

They now entered together, though from what she saw, Xian did not like this crowd one bit. It was mostly filled with men who were betting crazily and yelling many things that had to do with blood.
"I'll be fine." she said forcing a smile. "I'll try and sit somewhere safely. Plus I'm more worried about you then I am of myself."

The fighters were now introduced though as the other man's name was said, Maverik did not seem so happy.
"Shamino?" she asked. She had never heard that name before but by the way Mav was acting, he seemed like someone that no one should mess with.
"I.....I'll try......I promise....." she said, looking down, not wanting to look at his face. "Just promise me you'll try and be careful....." she said worriedly. Xian then walked away as he now moved towards the ring. She wanted to hug and kiss him so bad but did not want to do so when all these rough men were around. Xian just took a spot and watched carefully now as everyone waited Shamino. "Good luck, maverik...." she whispered.

[Dante Williams]

"Excuse me," Dante said while trying to swim through the crowd that was forming around the match. He couldn't hear who was fighting over the crowds roars and yells of excitement.

Judging by the large crowd, Dante thought, It's probably a Hircinian against a Varronite. He edged nearer to the center of the room and finally got to the front row.
He squinted his eyes to find out who was in there because the light above the stage was almost blinding, but then as the match was starting, the lights dimmed down a bit.

"Maverik?" Dante yelled enthusiastically. "Oh yeah..." He's fighting in this tournament too..." He then muttered.
Dante wasn't one of the lucky people picked to be in the tournament, but he still came to cheer his friends and associates from the Watchmen on.

He whistled and cheered Maverik on, then heard mutters and whispers.

"Who's this guy fighting again?"

"He's fighting Shamino, Shamino Warhen."

"That wimp over there is fighting THE Shamino Warhen?"

"Yup, I placed good money on Shamino. I expect to see him win."

"Like that's going to be a problem..."

Dante stopped listening and remembered what he heard about this legendary Shamino. He was some kind of rich guy who owned The Halen.

He paid no mind to what the others said, but still worried about Maverik. Then he just shrugged his feelings off and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Go Maverik! Kick your opponent's ass!" Then he chuckled slightly at himself. Well, Dante thought, that was slightly embarrasing...

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

Late.


Shamino had just pulled up to the building, parking his BMW and locking it after removing a small item from the trunk. Placing it on a disclosed location upon his body, Shamino felt confident. He entered the building and heard the hustle and bustle. To him, the lights dimmed, the crowd went black and white, and the cheering for fighting and blood vanished into a hurl of hushed, impossible to hear whispers. Something overtook Shamino during public fighting, something he didn't feel since he was on 'The Job'. Images of past memories went through his head in rapid secession. He saw Maverik in the ring, and frowned somewhat. Upon blinking, Maverik picked up some color to him. Shamino with one hand, without speaking or hearing, pushed a man off of a metal chair and picked it up in a fluid motion, a flick of his wrist closing it. Before entering the ring he tossed the chair with both hands, hurling it with decent accuracy at Maverik.

After throwing the chair he jumped from the floor to the edge of the ring and over, by this time Maverik would have the chair in his hands, or having dodged. Regardless of which, without waiting for a countdown, Shamino had instigated the fight.

[Maverik]

Shamino entered the room, and his sheer presence made him known to Maverik. He had an aura about him. Drawing the attention of people in any room. Maverik could tell that he was focused for the match, his eyes sharp and his breathing calm. It was as if he were working a hit again. A thought that both interested, and worried Maverik. They may have been old colleagues… Even friends at times, back in the golden days. But this was a tournament. A war zone in which two combatants took opposite sides and fought until the other fell. The best of friends became enemies, and even bonds of blood would be broken once inside that arena.

Shamino was smooth with his movements, acting out and starting the fight before even entering the arena. He took a steel chair from under a patron who after getting up yelled angrily at Shamino. But he seemed to ignore it. He flicked the chair closed, and with a swift action threw the chair at Maverik, letting the steel object hurtle through the air towards his opponent while he climbed into the ring.

Everything seemed to slow down for Maverik as he breathed calmly. The chair spun in the air as it hurtled towards him dangerously. ‘Now…’ He thought silently as his arm shot out and grabbed hold of one of the ends of the spinning chair, moving to one side as he let it’s momentum continue past him, and then utilizing that same momentum, he spun around, redirecting the energy of the throw, and adding his own, hurling it back towards Shamino who was just then climbing into the ring itself.

As the chair flew towards Shamino, Maverik used it’s immediate threat to cover his approach as dashed the short distance, coming up just behind the object, not giving Shamino a chance to deal with both the flying object aimed at his head, and the elbow Maverik now aimed squarely at Shamino’s stomach. If he hit, it would be bad for the short man, as Maverik threw his strike with a sharp snap rather than just thrusting his body weight into it. Both fighters were focused on one thing and one thing only. Defeating the one another.

[Valencia Donahue]

[Intro]

May we be introduced to Ruth, Valencia’s good friend whom is a lesbian… And damn proud of it. Her girlfriend would be Gladys, who often goes out with Ruth to watch the tournaments that Pillar Kurtz hosts. Of course, the two don’t just merely watch, scream, and cheer, since they seldom found fighters worth watching, screaming, and cheering for. What the two of them did was act as commentators, narrating every move worth narrating and squeezing in remarks here and there. As regulars, the duo always seemed to have a seat in the next best place, since the best seats were often reserved for the rich folks. Somewhere in the bleachers, just high enough to see over the standers was a clear enough view to see the action. Sure, the place was constantly hammered by the sound of rabid spectators, but somehow… Someway… Their voices were always loud enough to be heard over the din. Call it years of practice.

That bit of exposition done, the two were well aware of Valencia’s growing interest with the Varron transfers and their issues with Hircine’s way of running things, so they invited her to come and watch the slaughtering. Needless to say, Valencia was more than glad to take up on their offer and here she was off to Ruth’s side, “assisting” in the commentating whenever Ruth and Gladys felt like having a third voice give some snide remarks.

[Yellow]

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Valencia lazily stirred at the sound of familiar footsteps, for she was left behind to watch her friends’ seats while they went off to get some refreshments. While Ruth and Gladys were gone, Valencia laid down right across the bleachers to take a small nap, judging from how she crossed her arms and pulled her white beret over her eyes. It was difficult to sleep when more and more spectators began to flood the place and even more difficult to reserve their seats because of their wanton lust for action… Action that’s supposedly more worthwhile than the other fights the trio witnessed before. The sound of footsteps drew nearer and Valencia sat up to let the two girls sit down in their respective seats.

[RUTH]: “Trust me, it’s worth the wait, or so I’ve heard!”

“It better be. There were quite a few times when some freaks decided to try and look up my skirt.”

[GLADYS]: “What did they find?”

“My shoe.”

Ruth and Gladys grinned, happy that they decided on the right person to guard their spots and handed a bottle of water to the Asian. The two then winced when they saw few unpleasantly familiar faces in the stands, then quickly dismissed them in time to get ready to give some introductions… Until they heard a guy speak up behind them about how practically the whole place is vouching for Shamino, save for the devoted folks who’re well acquainted with Maverick.

[GLADYS]: “Dadgum it! Then the winnings won’t be THAT huge!”

[RUTH]: “Damn… Unless you bet on the other guy and he wins… It’s like when we went to the Santa Anita Racetrack and betted on the horse every one else was betting on! We got cash, but not a lot!”

Either way, it was money I earned from falling out of windows and getting shot at… And thrown off of bridges… And letting cars slam into me…

[GLADYS]: “Okay then, I call dibs on the Maverick dude. I don’t know about you, but I heard that the match up is pretty swell, fair, and this guy actually stands a chance against this Shamino person. Besides. I might actually get something out of this.”

Following that remark, Gladys got to doing her thing, annoying those who were new to the two lesbians’ ways of doing things and entertaining those who were regulars and were getting bored from waiting around.

[GLADYS]: “Gather ‘round all ye faithful and unfaithful alike! Let me tell you of a young man, yet another Varronian, who strays far from the pack and paves his own roads for the sake of those who will someday tread upon them! As THE leader of the Watchmen, his beacon fans out in the dark of night, protecting those in need of protecting and obliterating those who can’t stand its indiscriminant rays! You won’t find another paladin like this one… MAVERICK!!”

Insert crazy roar from the audience here as Maverick showed up with his girlfriend and plenty of his followers gave him all the support he needed and was willing to receive. Valencia pulled out her digital camera to take a quick picture of him before a bunch of tall people obscured her view as they stood up to get a better look at the person who’s either going to get thrashed or let loose some mayhem. Ruth and Gladys scowled at the men who were going crazy just to see someone get hurt. Sure, they themselves sometimes fitted under that category, but not tonight when so many people were being such a pain in the rear end.

[RUTH]: “Well whoop-de-frikkin’ dah! Folks, the person whom I’m going to introduce needs no introductions to prove his prowess. Quite frankly, his very being does the talking and boy, are his actions a work of art! Articulate, bold, and rich to many a degree, this man is a gentleman with immense skill that has no equal. A laureate to the umpteenth degree, a man of elegance and poise, SHAMINO!!”

...And this was when Shamino chucked a metallic folding chair at Maverick, causing Ruth to blink in utter surprise at how his actions spoke louder than measly words alright. While Gladys and Ruth were trying to recover from the sudden attack Shamino made, Valencia’s silver eyes were wide… Not in shock, but in intrigue and wonder. A crazed smile slithered onto her lips as she uttered a single sentence to express her thoughts towards Shamino’s fighting style…

“I like this guy already.”

((OOC: Blargh… Time-space continuum… Wonky…))

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

By the time Shamino was up on the second rope, Maverik was swinging the chair at him. He would grin if he wasn't already reacting. Perfect! FUCKING PERFECT YOU FOOL! Shamino used the roeps to spring up and launch his legs forward in an acrobatic move he had done rarely in public. He would send himself out in a decently calculated dropkick, having hoped Maverik would use the chair as a weapon against him, thrown or otherwise, and he would kick it with both feet violently. Sending it not only to the floor, but taking the force of his feet and kicking the chair towards the general head/chest area of Maverik. With Maverik already assaulting, Shamino had tried at the very last moment to angle the kick, but it may not possibly be done. Regardless of which, he was hoping to do damage to Maverik's arm, head, or chest, and give Maverik no reaction time.

That wasn't the end of the manuver however. He turned his weight back so that he landed on his hands, quickly bringing himself back up to his feet so that he can raise his loose fists up near his chest, ready for anything Maverik may have. Bring it the fuck on!

[Maverik]

As Maverik commenced his assault, he figured that Shamino couldn’t have possibly hoped to hit Maverik with that attack. However, the chances of him counting on Maverik being prepared for such an event were very slim. There was a reason Maverik had chosen to use an elbow strike and not a kick, even though his legs were by far his most effective mode of attack. As soon as Shamino launched into the air, Maverik executed his backup plan.

Shamino launched into the air, displaying his uncanny acrobatic prowess, something few people figured by looking at him. Maverik knew of his Parkour training however, and was expecting something more fancy than he generally used. As he struck down with his kick, Maverik dropped his center of gravity, and fell into a roll, using his other hand and his elbow to catch himself, poising his back against the side of the ring so that the chair and Shamino’s kicks both missed harmlessly. Whether Shamino remembered it or not… Maverik’s skills were largely in the area of fast strikes and acrobatic movements. As slippery as he was, Maverik was just as hard to hit.

‘As full of surprises as ever’ He thought silently to himself as he lowered himself quickly back into a 45 degree angle, and fired himself through the air to strike both his feet hard into Shamino’s back just as his feet touched the ground, giving him no time to crouch, and minimal response time. He would kick off the small man’s back, throwing him forwards, and hitting his back hard, allowing Maverik to perform a twisting flip, landing on his feet and facing Shamino.

There were no words to be exchanged between the two… They weren’t here to talk. They were here to fight. And fight at their best, because this was the sort of match that required everything, both fighters being in such top form, and both having extensive records of fighting, and fighting well over the years. Subconsciously, this was a match to make up for their last bout which ended abruptly… But at face value, they were just two warriors on opposing sides. Here to fight for no damn reason, other than the fight itself. This sort of thing made Maverik feel that he was betraying his ideals… But he had an ulterior motive within this tournament. Shamino would just be the first stepping stone towards that goal.

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

Shamino saw Maverik roll, which was quite the smart thing to do in such a situation. The chair would fly out of the ring and probably slam against either a wall or the floor. But instead of Shamino landing on his hands, his hand slipped, causing him to drop to the floor face first. This would nullify Maverik's attack against his back. Instead Shamino would do a rapid roll to the right before spinning himself back to his feet, hands up in the air, the room spinning for a brief moment before his eyes locked back onto Maverik. Shamino was in the north west corner of the ring, his knees slightly bend and half-fists up near his tie. His head cocked to one side, a crack heard among the gasps and shouts of the crowd.

[Maverik]

Shamino leant forward and dropped, slamming his face on the ground before rolling out of the way, causing Maverik to shoot harmlessly across the ring, landing to Shamino’s left, compressing his legs to take the impact of the landing. His eyes instantly locked with Shamino, and he grinned a little. “Tch…” He scoffed. It had been a while since he had seen the small man in action. But it was becoming increasingly evident to Maverik just how hard it was to land a blow on Shamino.

It also became apparent that Shamino, though starting the fight in a very dramatic way, he was on the defensive, trying to coax Maverik into striking first so that he could devise some elaborate counter. It was true that for a long time, Maverik fought solely like that… But he was different now. He knew how to utilize all different forms of combat, and he remembered, so did Shamino once. Were cracks starting to show in his so called impenetrable armor?

Maverik wasted no time asking these questions. Talking would get them nowhere, and so, he went on the offensive. He moved towards Shamino, getting just outside his reach, pausing only a moment to follow his eyes. He then launched his attack, delivering a sharp snapping kick to Shamino’s ribs. Fast like lightning, and would leave an impressive bruise unless evaded. A very basic attack yes, but Maverik wasn’t out to hurt his opponent. He wanted to provoke him…

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

Shamino's right hand went behind his back, his fist firmly clenched. His left gloved hand was the only one that was out and about now- it seemed to be an unconscious challenge. I can block, dodge, and counter using only one hand. was Shamino's statement. When Maverik went forward and sent out his kick, Shamino's now outwards hand would help here. Shamino would step back quickly and cautiously, sure not to use his right arm, and his left hand would shoot out to where Maverik's kick would have been should he had been sucessful, and with a gentle push upwards, Shamino's left palm would feel his ankle, push upwards, and throw Maverik off balance to simply set him on his ass, doing no damage what so ever. However, Shamino did nothing. He simply bent down on his knees slightly, shaking his left hand while he firmly gripped his right into a fist, keeping that hand specificially out of action.

(Prep)

[Maverik]

ooc: For the sake of keeping this post fluid as it’s a two hit strike, it’s going to be written as though the first hit connected. I’m not auto hitting, I’m simply trying to write a bit more fluidly, making it a more pleasant read.

ic: The funny thing about fighting Shamino, was that with all his skill, he was cocky. He would often take several moments to toy with an opponent before performing a much greater feat of skill and power. The trick, was to use that self confidence against him. And as sure as the sun sets, Shamino placed a hand behind his back, preparing for something or another. Maverik’s eyes kept a very close watch of the small man’s movements.

He reacted just as Maverik had expected. The simplest action to deal with a simple attack. He stepped back a bit, and directed his arm out to give Maverik’s ankle a gentle nudge, with the attempt to throw him on his ass. But it was unfortunate for him, that the kick was a large movement. An easily recognizable one, and such things give their opponents plenty of time to react. A little too much time…

Maverik recognized his strategy as soon as his hand came out to meet the fast strike, but there would be no ankle to manipulate… As Maverik’s thigh came up to the position for the kick, he planted his leg straight down, putting him back at the same distance from Shamino he had been moments before, with Maverik’s longer limbs putting him in striking distance, but not Shamino.

As Maverik’s foot hit the mat, he spun with great speed and precision, snapping his left heel across Shamino’s face, landing beside Maverik as he then twisted his body, throwing a sharp side kick into Shamino’s gut. His blows would be fast and the addition of his hard leather shoes would add to the pain if either should connect. He had told his students that he would be fighting with everything he had in this tournament, and he meant it. He wasn’t holding back for anyone or anything. If Shamino had something planned, he would have to act on it very soon, because he had run out of ring to retreat to, having started so close to the north west corner.

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

(I will say Ditto. However I believe this has a MUCH greater chance of working. Also, 1 prep vs 0. Remember that)



That's silly.


The thing is, when someone is faking an attack, it is usually seen because they try their damndest not to put their force into it too much, so that they can do their actualy planned attack or counter. So when Shamino's hand shot out and Maverik's foot went to the floor, he was able to notice a blur coming towards his head area. Very risky. He said, his voice in his head nodding sagely. So Shamino's arm that went outwards gently to take Maverik's balance away, instead shot over so that Shamino's wrist area would push gently against Maverik's oncoming foot. It would stop Maverik's kick upon contact, but have the heel ridiculously close to Shamino's face from recoil. He wouldn't give Maverik enough time to bring THIS snap kick down, instead Shamino would push his leg off towards the ropes, that would send Maverik's entire body to the left. This is where he would strike.

Maverik could keep 'an eye' on his movements all he'd like. That doesn't change the fact that his line of sight was now away from the back of his hand, or him for that matter ,with the kick being deflected. Now Maverik would feel a touch of metal mixed with leather as Shamino's gloved hand smashed directly into the side of Maverik's head, his 'four fingered ring' under his glove helping majorly in this quick knock-out hit. It was unfortunate for Maverik, seeing as how Shamino saw he had improved so much- but Shamino wanted this fight ended quickly, and this was the perfect opportunity.

[Valencia Donahue]

[GLADYS]: “Oho! But is Maverick going to take that sitting down?! Not a chance, ladies and gents, for what goes around, comes around as Maverick sends the flying piece of furniture right back at Shamino! EAT THAT, RICH KID!!”

[RUTH]: “But what’s that--? Do I hear the words… ‘Adept’? ‘Lithe’? ‘Nimble’? You sure as hell I do, ‘cause in all my life, I’ve never seen a man so quick on his feet to return that chair with an excellent show-stopping kick! MONEY SHOT!! MONEY SHOT!!”

Valencia found it really difficult to digitally record the fight because of the people spasmodically standing up once in a while. This was a great spot to watch the fights, but since this was a fight that drew in the crowd like flies to honey, she made do with snapshots instead, capturing some moments to probably print them out later… Or even sell them. In the meantime, Ruth and Gladys were in their frenzied state of minds again.

[GLADYS]: “This has got to be the wildest game of hot potato I’ve ever seen! But who’s on fire?! Keep your eyes on the ring buckos, ‘cause Maverick is gonna turn up the heat by shooting that chair—GOOD GOD, FIRE IN THE HOLE!!”

Everyone in their side of the stadium immediately screamed, jumped, or ducked for cover as they saw the chair come flying into their general direction. After the crash, Ruth was the first to rise, then Valencia and Gladys. The first thing they did was go back to watching the clash instead of wondering where the chair REALLY went. Talk about devotion…

[RUTH]: “What’d I miss?!”

“The volley of flying metallic doom broke. Shamino is baiting Maverick to have a go at him. The hand behind his back is an extra touch… He’s cooking something…”

[GLADYS]: “And Maverick is doing a bit of baiting of his own with a snap kick! Watch that precision! Hook, line, and sinker?!”

[RUTH]: “Not yet, Gladys, not tonight! Shamino’s getting ready to catch the strike and if I know my physics, he’s planning to play ‘Tip the Maverick’!”

[GLADYS]: “Tip?! You wanna tip?! FAKE OUT!! Heeeeeeeeeerrrrreeeee’s Maverick! And his sailing foot of pain!”

“Anyone can read a feigned attack if they’re fast enough…!”

[RUTH]: “And you know what Valencia? He’s fast… He’s agile… He’s SHAMINO!!”

((OOC: And looks like I ought to wait for a couple more posts and actions before the next string of dialogue…))

[Maverik]

The thing that has made Maverik a force to be reckoned with in many situations, is his ability to adapt. And this situation was no different. Shamino redirected his hand, catching Maverik’s attack and throwing back around, spinning him away from Shamino. As he came around, and his foot landed, he didn’t even notice the attack Shamino attempted. But he didn’t have to, because his reaction would make the attempt to slam the back of his head inconsequential.

As Maverik spun, he immediately bent down, lowering his head well out of range of any such blow, as he shot his right leg up, twisting his body so that he fired a sharp kick to Shamino’s jaw while the rest of his body was down low, similar to a side kick. With Shamino's right arm recovering from the punch, and his left still coming back from having deflected the spinning heel kick, his ability to block the blow would be inhibited severely. Not to mention the speed at which Maverik kicked, coupled with the angle he was attacking from would give the small man almost no time in which to react.

Had this been any other fight, Maverik would have been happy to concede defeat to someone like Shamino. He acknowledged his skills in high regard, and respected the man himself for being able to do what he did… But this fight was different. He couldn’t afford to just simply congratulate Shamino on his abilities and wish him well in the rest of the competition. He had to win… He had to go through to the next round, and show his students that there is no such thing as an impassable object. Shamino obviously wasn’t going to let up, and so Maverik pulled out all the stops…

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

K-KREACK!


That would be the noise of Shamino's fist slamming into Maverik's knee cap with leather and brass with a force that would cause bone to crack, and pain to overcome whomever was victim to it. While Maverik continued to try and land as many kicks as possible, each one failing in turn, it was to NO suprise that Maverik would bend down a little and try yet ANOTHER kick, since Maverik's hands had seemed unused, his arm muscles unflexed, and Maverik's constant insisting of kicks. So Maverik bent down and did another snap kick, but Shamino didn't need much time to react, he already had a handy arm shooting out at an arc anyways. So the arc swung down and slammed VERY painfully into Maverik's knee cap as the leg came up for the kick, causing Maverik's force to swing now to Shamino's left instead of Maverik's, and finally send Maverik onto his back, with a cracked knee.

Should this be sucessful, Shamino would drive his left fist into Maverik's stomach shortly after falling to one knee beside Maverik, and he would repeat this several times, to make sure the man stayed down. Decent fight Maverik, but its over... Shamino would think, grimly, upon slamming his fist into Maverik.

[Maverik]

ooc: Again, not auto hitting here

ic: ‘Not yet…’ Maverik thought as Shamino’s fist attempted to smash Maverik’s knee. His other leg, which until this point, had come off the ground, as to reach Shamino’s face, He had to place himself solely on his arms and shoulder. It was just a simple case of thrusting that extra leg out in an attempt to hit Shamino’s wrist, and hit it hard. If all went according to plan, not only would he get kicked in the chin, but his wrist too, which would likely send his own brass knuckled fist into himself, which might not be the most powerful attack ever, but would certainly cause Shamino to feel it.

With both his legs in the air, he would then simply pull them back while Shamino was disorientated from the head jarring blow, and using his hands to push off, perform a small flip, getting back to his feet. Maverik was not one to count down and out, especially not now… Not when he had so much at stake. What he stood for… What he stood against… He was fighting for a purpose. And ideal… He couldn’t let Shamino beat him. Not here, not now…

Using the fact that he was still fairly close to Shamino, he decided to assault him before he truly had time to recover from his attacks. He quickly stepped back in close to him, one hand immediately grabbing hold of Shamino’s right wrist, immobilizing his weapon, and then twisting his body, yanking that arm outwards as he drove a sharp elbow strike into Shamino’s nose. He would then instantly let go as Shamino would feel the knee jerk reaction to grab the broken cartilage, and he would use that moment of weakness to deliver a mighty front kick to his face as his body would force him to double over momentarily.

[king]

OOC: I reminded you guys of the 24 hours rule....yet we have another violation. Maverik wins by the rules....even if he is getting beat. I can't justify a knock out situation here, so I'm going to go ahead and step in.

IC:

Suddenly, from outside both the fighters narrowed attention, a large figure in a black and white striped shirt appeared. He was large, muscular, and had a short grey mustache to match his all-business hair cut. His arms outstretched and caught both blows as he jumped in, whistle blowing, both fighter not suspecting and probably knowing better to interfere with the fights referee. He couldn't stop the move from colliding, but the fight quickly stopped as he held a firm grip on Shamino's hand and another one to Maverik's dangling body.

Though Maverik had not been able to see what Shamino had been up to behind his back, the referee had. He had intended to move in and pause the fight to see if there was a possible damaged hand, thinking Shamino didn't believe he needed the hand to win. When Shamino suddenly thrust his hand forward to the bony knee, the ref's thoughts turned to a different conclusion.

The referee wrestled the glove off of Shamino's hand, revealing the jewelery underneath. He had carried it in past security it seemed, as they rarely checked the fighters for weaponry. The crowd was filled with a mix of boo's and cheering, those who bet on Maverik reasonably pissed while those who bet on Shamino or not at all cheered at the ruthlessness.

"Fights over, forfeit by rule violation! Go get your refunds!"

The gambling policy was that if someone cheated, everyone got a refund....if they still had their ticket. Every ticket had the owners name printed on it, but that didn't stop people from getting money from stealing them. Kurtz gave a 25% cut if someone turned in a stolen ticket. Those who were informed of this lesson, usually those who owed more money than the rest, manage to survive their mounting debt by stealing them. Thus, refunds were given, but in the confusion that was being created many wouldn't get them. If cut the losses, which in turn meant they didn't have to kick fighters out. Indeed, Shamino would have many people betting on him if he entered again.

The referee, noticing the need to appease the crowd the little, let go of Shamino and let him leave at his leisure. He then raised Maveriks leg up, as though it were the arm of the victorious boxer.

"The winner!"

The crowd chuckled lightly, refunds and light humor taking effect. Hopefully, they wouldn't lose too many disgruntled betters for the next round.