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B2
Apr 11, 2007 9:29:10 GMT 1
Post by shabazz on Apr 11, 2007 9:29:10 GMT 1
Odin Reeves, previous Hircine Tournament Champion. And a Varronite Seems like these guys are a force to be reckoned with.
One of Sadat's various hobbies and tradeskills was the art of getting information undetected: I.E: Eavesdropping. People love to gossip, and gossip is just a small pipeline system in the sewer we call Hircine High. But of course, every pipe system has a few leaks. But in Hircine's case faulty plumbing doesn't describe the shear leakage that occurs during gossip. And Sadat was just reaping all the benefits in the plumber's mistakes. One of the few gallons of information he's collected in his 2 months of observing and eavesdropping was the boxer Varronite legend, Odin Reeves. When Sadat heard that he was champion of Kurtz' underground tourney, he couldn't help but watch. After all, observation is an excellent teacher. Which leads us to the reason why Sadat would attend such an underground event.
As he sat in the back row of the stands, adjusting his glasses and observering the already occuring fight, he recognized Reeves by his stance, and quickly began retaining the information in a small composition notebook he carried with him.
He took a pencil he had conviently tucked behind his ear and began taking brief notes:
He's agressive. He started the fight with a jab. I should begin using some jabs, trying to feel the opponent out. He seems a bit enraged, angry. Emotion: Either a powerful tool or a powerful weakness. Fight with emotion? He's rushing opponent down. Pressure opponent; Don't give time to react.
Tiny tidbits and incomplete sentences that only he would understand. He mostly wrote in his own created shorthand. He paid little attention to Odin's opponent, his focus was to get as much observation as possible.
'I wonder how the fight will turn out. Either way I still get enough information to perfect my boxing style.'
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B2
Apr 11, 2007 22:40:17 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 11, 2007 22:40:17 GMT 1
Auroth's block was, sadly, not as painful on Odin has he hoped; scratch that it wasn't painful at all. However, Auroth could only expect such body conditioning from a warrior of Odin's caliber. On that note, it was interesting to see how riled up Odin got. Auroth tell from the way he carried himself, even in this fight of speed, that he was truly enjoying the fight.... Or at least wanting to enjoy it. Auroth, if one hadn't figured out already, was simply loving the fight. A small crowd began to gather around the warriors, watching in mixed silence and cheers as the fight continued on.... However, the blonde hair warrior had no intention of paying attention on them, and focused the spectators out. His mind was paying full attention to Odin and no one else;he would not let anything phase him out and make him lose the match. His cerulean eyes danced for a moment, predicting Odin's next attack as well as watching and evaluating his current moves.
He also took note of the blood, the blood moving down Odin's face and covering his body. It had been a miracle that Auroth had yet sustained any cuts, yet he was sure that eventually his foe would knick him quite well in the cheek to create a similar incision as the one the blonde hair warrior had placed upon Odin. The blood was dripping down to the mat, as Odin relished being covering his red liquid. The spectators had a mixed reaction; some of the watchers were disgusted by the act and could barely tolerate it. Others were a bit weirded out, but otherwise didn't care. However, it seemed among the watchers and the fighers.... Only Auroth seemed to enjoy the blood paint over Odin's body.... Prompting him to smile once again at his foe...
"You are a worthy warrior indeed....." He whispered
Anyways, the White Angel's punch missed, a fact that saddened him a bit. Odin was a masterful weaver and ducker, a fact that had suddenly dawned on him despite that fact that Auroth should have known better. However, he would need to hold off his angst and disappointment of his punch as Odin came in for his next set of attacks. His speed was impressive as always, and movements true to a boxer. Odin then released an impressive punch; the White Angel barely following it with his eyes. Instincts then took over, as Auroth's right elbow slammed against Odin's forearm, knocking away the punch in a split second. His speed was fast as usual, and his elbow strike was used like a surgeon's knife; expertly placed to deflect the punch. At this moment, Odin's head was extended with his arm, making his head a rather open target. He took note to also make sure that the Boxer's right hand was noticed, as Auroth was sure Odin was try to go on the offense again.
"Let's play"
Auroth's arm then shot out, with speed honed through years of training. The target was Odin's head, and the weapon: his knuckles. Basically, Auroth was going to send a fist to Odin's face. His arm would travel along the length of Odin's deflected arm, coming to a painful halt at Odin's face, with the nose being the target of course. The punch was fast.... perhaps just as fast as Odin's punches. In order to generate sufficient power, he drew once more upon his Martial Arts background. Twisting his waist to follow with the punch, as well as curving his feet to generate more force, Auroth would be able to generate a good amount of force that would hit his foe really, really hard. Hopefully, the previous elbow block would have caught Odin in a disadvantageous position as the blonde hair warrior went through with his masterful attack; the elbow block leaving Odin defenseless for a moment ..... Or at least with a huge disadvantage to blocking or dodging his strike...
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B2
Apr 12, 2007 0:24:57 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 12, 2007 0:24:57 GMT 1
The force in Odin’s left arm was more then most could muster, so when he threw it out there with intention, the intended was usually found. But his opponent was a quick one, not with just his thoughts, but his actions as well. The way he turned his arm over in order to drive the force of his elbow into the moving appendage was crafty, and hard to accomplish when having just thrown part of your weight out into a strike. Later on he’d have to go over that blocking movement, try to learn from it, incorporate it even should he find a way how. As for now his left arm was no longer on a collision course for his adversaries rib cage, and so he began to retract it, pulling it back in to a tight guard at first, having it move with his body.
Move with his body. That’s something new incorporated into Odin’s fighting style. On most occasions his frame was still, his defense strong, his tactics sound – to a point. But now he was bobbing, weaving, using another side of boxing that he hadn’t shown, only prepared. Mentally it felt weird, as though a weight was constricting his body. He was fighting against some of his more natural instincts, battling the force of the stream in order to get to the top. He wouldn’t give up; he had no thoughts of it, because he knew what was there once he reached his destination.
While retracting his left hand his body came up with the majority of his weight on his right leg. He wasn’t planning on pivoting, sliding, or pushing off for some sort of leg strike maneuver. He was moving in a semi-circle, and was coming up to finish it off. The problem was a roadblock was forcing him to detour. Auroth’s left arm was technically in his way of completing a full circle with his upper body. He had come up on the outside of it, completely moving away from Auroth’s downward strike toward his head. His moves were misleading, contradicting his style in a sense, and had proven to even mislead one as mental sound as his opponent.
As his came up in an arching motion his left hand would find itself coming into contact with his opponent’s bicep. Having turned his wrist over while circling around allowed him to grab the lone arm in his grip, giving Odin control enough to keep it steady and out of the way if only for a second. But a second would be all that he needed as his right arm flew out from a cocked position, his index and middle knuckle poised to into the side of the taller mans jaw. His weave under Auroth’s arm gave him the time to prepare a solid offense from an angle relatively unknown.
Whether or not Odin’s right hand, his dominant hand, struck his opponents skull he’d still be on the move. His weight was in the punch, but the majority left his left side without the power needed to really throw out solid techniques, or uphold a solid defense. So now his right foot would act as a pivot point, his left pushing off and turning 45 degrees so that it was behind his right foot in a proper fighting stance. This would keep Odin primed to keep throwing out right hands while controlling his opponent’s left arm, should he need to.
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B2
Apr 12, 2007 22:40:54 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 12, 2007 22:40:54 GMT 1
Auroth watched as his punch flat out missed, Odin's bobbing head easily avoiding his blows. He was a boxer no doubt...... But boxers have their flaws and weakness, many of which have been drilled into his head. After all, Boxing was a very popular style here in the U.S., and to not pick up a few things from a boxer or alternatively learn their weaknesses was a grave mistake. Anyways, Auroth was merely enjoying the fight for now. Odin's speed continued to impress Auroth, as he masterfully weaved out of Auroth's attack. However, this weaving gave the the Blond hair warrior enough time to quickly balance himself and revert back to his stance, .... Except this time, Auroth had both his hands around his face in imitation of a boxer. His leg stance seemed a bit more fluid now, but retained it's karate origin. The warrior kept with Odin, watching him as he too followed the fighter in his circle. It was suddenly that Auroth saw Odin's hand reach for his biceps. He could almost feel Odin's hands reach around his arm. Quickly, the warrior shrugged off the grapple attempt by jetting his arm back, as if ready to shoot out.
"Not today" The warrior thought
It was at that moment that Odin's punch came toward him. It was indeed impressive, however, Auroth's speed was not to laugh at. His left arm quickly shot out from it's cocked position, going on the outside of Odin's incoming hand. The left hand then went over Odin's arm, and then curved inward so that his fist was resting under Odin's arm pits. His 2 inch reach advantage would help stop the incoming blow, as his elbow now rested on top of Odin's elbow. The blonde hair warrior suspects that Odin has conditioned his elbow, for if he wants to fight to continue he better has. A dark smile appeared over Auroth's face, as the thrill of the fight continued to manifest along his lips. He was enjoying every minute of this, no doubt. Anyways, this move was based off a Muay Thai technique, and the White angel found it immeasurably useful.... Especially against boxers...
Now was time for the show to start.....
Auroth quickly bent his arm back, pushing his elbow over Odin's elbow and if the Boxer didn't condition his body like Auroth has, then that elbow is broken...... At that point, Auroth would release what would be a series of blows against Odin's face. First, and foremost, was that his right arm would shoot out and attempt to strike his foe in the nose with a accurately placed Palm Strike. If successful, the attack should break his opponent's nose and cause extreme pain and eye watering. At the same moment, Auroth would move his left arm back after breaking Odin's bone, if successful, and then shoot out with a powerful punch to the eye. The attack would leave Odin with a painful eye, blurring vision and possibly; temporary blindness. The Blonde Hair warrior would then strike again with his right hand, cocked back after he sent his left arm out, to strike Odin in the forehead, and if properly hit should leave his foe with whiplash and if possible; cerebral hemorhaging.....
It was Auroth's continuous attack. He wasn't about to stop after one.... Oh no, that gave the opponent time to retaliate... and such a thing is very bad after all. This was part of the offensive plan he was working out. The White Angel wanted to not let his foe defend himself by attacking repeatedly. Sure, his defense may be weakened... but what are you doing to do one you can't attack with Auroth sending so many strikes and all......His offense, if it worked, would leave Odin crippled and in a very bad position. The only thing he could do, in Auroth's mind at least, was to either block or dodge his attacks, counter attack, or take all the blows and wind up with stacks of disadvantages.....
So naturally the Blonde Hair warrior hoped for the last choice.
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B2
Apr 13, 2007 6:04:35 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 13, 2007 6:04:35 GMT 1
Compared to some fighters Odin was one who stood out. Not just because he was aggressive, brutal, or fearless. It had to do with his recent growth. He started out as a boxer, incorporating the small amount of takedowns into his fighting style. From this point he continued pushing forward, testing himself against bigger and stronger fighters. His experience grew, his instincts adapted, his game developed. He was no longer single minded, no longer a primal beast with one or two tricks. He was finally at the level of experience with other martial artists. Now, his transition was complete.
The proof of the matter was his instinctual switch over from Boxing to Wrestling, and from there to incorporating them both together. His right hand was caught in an odd snake like hold, confusingly enough by his opponent’s left arm, the same arm he had tried to control long enough to strike what could be the final blow. His punch was stopped while his fist was turning over; his elbow bent enough to give resistance to any maneuver applied. As soon as he felt the pressure against his arm he was no longer punching. He wasn’t considering a knock out; he was considering a hold that would work no matter how slippery either fighter was. His right arm still went forward, but by turning his shoulder over and rotating his arm inward he was able to slip the power limb behind his opponent’s, his forearm going behind the shoulder before pivoting upward. Odin had actually turned his body in toward his opponent as he did so, letting his opponent’s fist go by his armpit and press tightly against his shoulder blade. Odin’s arm locked into position with authority as he forced it upward. But for such a skinny individual as his adversary, and what he had already put him through, this could be a painful exploration, but not something that would slow him down. That’s why Odin was prepared for an oncoming strike, whether it is from hand, knee, or even head. His guard was up and he’d do his best to turn the attack into a null-and-void maneuver.
Then in the blink of an eye the left hand came flying toward him. He didn’t so much as had time to think as he did react. His left hand didn’t raise up more then half an inch before it pushed across the front of Odin’s face, his palm intersecting with Auroth’s wrist as he extended his arm until it was right over his other hand. One motion followed afterward, the bottom of his fist flying toward Auroth’s chin. Right after the push his hand bundled into a fist while flying toward what could be considered the weak point on his any one. The chin, until tested, was always questionable.
Whether he hit or not it wouldn’t really matter. He was now pushing the pace, controlling the pace of the action with no intent on slowing down. Forcing his right arm, and shoulder, upward he’d step in with his left leg, pressing himself against his opponent. His left leg would slip around Auroth’s left, hooking around it as he pushed forward with his right leg leaned his weight into the movement. He was, of course, planning to land on top of his opponent, keeping the pressure on his shoulder and quite possibly his elbow all the way down. Hitting the ground he’d have the option of taking his hold and going into a extremely modified arm bar, or he could also try to pound a few lumps from his opponents stomach with the use of his left hand. Either way he’d have his left leg trapped in a worst case scenario, something he could live with.
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B2
Apr 13, 2007 23:34:06 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 13, 2007 23:34:06 GMT 1
Auroth's eyes flickered as his attack was halted; Odin's move was a grappling defense which truly surprised Auroth. The warrior was able to tell the degree of unease that Odin had when moving between Wrestling and Boxing. He noticed all the slight degrees of imperfection Odin had when the Boxer tried to do a double leg take down. As such, Auroth had a degree of security knowing that Odin wouldn't try to use anything grapple-ish... However, that opinion changed. He first saw the Boxer grow as a Martial Artist when the man grabbed, or tried to grab, his left hand.... With the Blonde Hair warrior here noticing the relative ease he pulled it off. However, what alerted the man to Odin's growth was that Odin stopped Auroth's move.... with that same move! The Boxer twisted his arm under his armpit in the same fashion as Auroth, masterfully pulling off this clinch. Auroth couldn't let this happen, and as he felt Odin's hand reach around Auroth relinquished his grip on Odin's armpit, and instead undid the lock but at the same time decided to grab Odin's bicep as he left, clinging onto it as Odin forced his shoulder up. True, the shoulder up thing Odin did was painful.... but it was nothing too crippling. He also saw Odin's fist coming toward his chin and his leg trying to wrap around Auroth's left leg.
This was when Auroth would need to decide to do something... If not, he would wind up on his back with a 200 pound Wrestling Boxer that would probably go with ground and pound..... Resulting in Auroth getting the stuffing beaten out of him. It wasn't that Auroth couldn't fight back on the ground, but Odin's weight seemed to favor him more; and Auroth himself hasn't exactly learned how to grapple with a foe that weighed much more than him. The alternative was he could innovate and try to fight on the ground against this heavier fighter; but that was way to risky. As such, as the left leg moved toward Auroth, the blonde hair warrior simply moved his leg back, avoiding the situation entirely. The right punch though, it hit Auroth right in the chin. However, he didn't have a glass jaw. He was a fighter, and constantly took abuse everywhere, and truly everywhere, on the body. The chin punch still did hurt though, slightly causing Auroth to distort his face in pain.....
"But pain is good..." He thought...
You see, as Auroth's head moved with the punch, the White Angel's hand shot back to grab Odin's wrist, slowed down by the face placed in front of it. He turned over his own hand's wrist, grabbing from underneath as he slowly pulled Odin's hand down to try and move his grip across Odin's hand to a more firm position. He had planned this out, and so timed his grab at the opportune moment. With the Boxer's wrist caught, and while still holding onto Odin's other arm bicep; the blonde hair warrior began his retaliation. He did something that Odin probably wouldn't ever suspect Auroth would do based upon what the blonde hair fighter had previously done this fight. Auroth's head shot out, and with frightening speed; Auroth sent a head butt to Odin's nose. His head was quick and fast, speed reflecting Auroth's innate speed. His head had been long conditioned to absorb and resist the trauma of a head attack; from absorbing blows to banging his head against a wall....
The process has painful; but so was everything else in the Martial Arts.
If the blonde hair fighter's attack succeeded, then Odin would face blurry eyes, as well as a very painful shock to his body. The nose was pretty weak after all; composed not even of bones and also being a very sensitive part of the body. If that worked, Auroth would go in again, still maintaining his grip, as he tried to attack the nose again. Eventually, Odin would either pass out of pain, or maybe even shock. It was worth dreaming of, at least....
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B2
Apr 14, 2007 1:21:52 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 14, 2007 1:21:52 GMT 1
This was truly what Odin wanted when fighting. Neither fighter backing down, neither fighting giving an inch. It was a battle for supremacy with either fighter stuck in a dead lock, refusing to give up their prime position while taking a risk in order to dominate. This was the challenge he pushed for, the challenge that drove him forward in competition.
His adversary escaped the clinch, unfortunate in some minds, a careless act in Odin's. He felt his bicep gripped, not that it mattered in contrast to the size of his muscle to that of his opponents hand. He'd easily be able to escape the hold if need be, but at the moment it wasn't effecting his ability to fight. His other hand struck cleanly, a welcomed feeling to the blade of his hand, but the wrist of his arm was grabbed, detained from his control. This would be dealt with shortly, but first Odin was in the middle of stepping forward. Once more his opponent escaped what could be the end of the fight, truly fueling Odin's desire for more. But one factor that was over looked as his opponent retaliated was Odin's step forward. Yes, he had avoided the single leg hook, but failed to see the rest of Odin's body during the attempt. If he had he would've noticed that Odin had leaned forward, shifting his weight onto his left foot. His shoulders were hunched forward, his head tilted forward.
That being said, when Auroth threw his head forward his skull struck Odin's. It wasn't enjoyable for either party, one could assume. Nevertheless, The top of Odin's forehead was struck, rather then his nose, or the back of his head. It was almost as though Odin was returning the strike just by having a thick neck.
Being slightly disoriented Odin's knee's bent, his weight pulled back as he slipped his right arm back. His hips pivoted over to shift his weight onto his back leg. The next moment seemed to take forever to come, but in truth it was less then two seconds later when Odin's composure returned. His right arm had easily slipped from his opponent's grip when the strike occurred, forcing him down a bit. But, his fist was still clenched and now he was in a prime position to retaliate. His hand shot out as his hips turned over, firing his fist with authority toward his opponent's exposed stomach. The shift of his shoulders combined with the push from his back leg helped him pull back on his left fist, pulling toward the weak link in his adversaries grip - toward the tip of his thumb. Either his fist was free or it wasn't, either way he threw his shoulders back over, sending his fist out in a short front handed hooked forward toward his opponent's jaw.
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B2
Apr 14, 2007 23:01:20 GMT 1
Post by king on Apr 14, 2007 23:01:20 GMT 1
This was a pretty hard match to call....it was pretty even in almost every respect....unfortunatly there has to be a winner.
Givin' this one to Odin, because he seemed to be controlling combat a bit more, and Auroth's use of secondary links to explain motion than actual text really takes away from the writing.
Finish up by monday.
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B2
Apr 15, 2007 3:24:33 GMT 1
Post by Auroth on Apr 15, 2007 3:24:33 GMT 1
Auroth staggered back, as both the shots came to hit his stomach and chin. They were both very painful, but it did not matter, the battle was all he needed. However, it was then that he finally realized it: The difference in their skill. While Auroth used mainly Karate, made up stuff all with the underlying principles of White Crane, he had yet to fully use all of his styles like Odin had. He realized if this went on, then Auroth would lose: Odin's mastery would be triumphant over Auroth half-baked schemes. Losing that sick grin over his face, the man wiped off the bit of blood he spit out with the chin strike, throwing the red liquid to the ground. Auroth's eyes turned from their battle crazed gaze and instead took a more passive look. The wounds he had started hurting now, as he was sure his body would collapse after Odin put in a few more good shots. He was done, finished with this fight. Right now Auroth wanted to head home and reflect over the battle... But no...
Auroth wanted to see how far Odin could go in this tournament...
"You win Odin" Auroth said, his face cold and yet wishing well. "You have proven yourself a better fighter then myself. The only thing I can do is accept this fact and move on, letting you continue in the Tournament. I think our fight was rather fun though, so I hope we can spar again..."
With that, Auroth bowed a bit, an instinct drilled into him by his master, before he turned around and walked out of the cage. Odin was indeed the better fighter Auroth had to admit, and while he had some more energy to go with, he didn't want to stand in the way of Odin. The blonde hair warrior didn't really give any crippling blows, and thus would allow Odin to hopefully fight at maximum out put. Taking on his coat, the man turned around and waved a silent good bye to his opponent... His face bearing a kind smile...
"Good by my friend" Auroth said "And good luck..."
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B2
Apr 16, 2007 15:23:19 GMT 1
Post by Odin Reeves on Apr 16, 2007 15:23:19 GMT 1
A stagger back, it was a sign of weakness in the boxing world, and to Odin. Both strikes had connected cleanly, each one doing their own to set up for another. It was beautiful in a sense as now everything could be finished with one more combination, one more set of punches that would cause the other man to collapse. All he had to do was move forward, all he had to do was strike the final strike.
But a problem arose, his adversary was no longer standing with his guard up. His feet were no longer positioned the same, his smile had faded, perhaps because of a split lip. Then Odin noticed the eyes, how they had dulled down from their past appearance. Was this a standing knock-out? Had his opponent just failed to fall, keeping a keen sense of balance even when asleep? The answer would soon come as a voice came from what Odin could've assumed was a hallow shell.
Though the words showed his defeat, Odin wasn't to keen on ending it so quickly. He wanted to continue, to make sure that the win was decisive. His hands were still up, ready for any attack to come that was suppose to have caught him off guard. But, no attack came, his opponent slipped through the ropes and off the raised platform. This was no ploy, no one under Kurtz' bill would allow him to slip back in and attack. This was truly the end of the first round, meaning Odin was one step closer to defending his title against the best this tournament had to offer.
As he was wished good luck he too climbed through the ring ropes, descended the stairs, then made his way through the crowd to see that he had one of the longest fights of the night. The blood that had been trickling out like a leak from under his eye was no longer running as smoothly. It seemed he was clotting faster then normal, or his eye was swelling up. Which he couldn't tell at the moment, not that it mattered.
After a quick change of cloths, a look in the mirror, and the placing of a band-aid under his left eye Odin finally left the basement of the local gym. In less then 12 hours he'd be fighting again, and with that knowledge he chose to stay true to his persona and be a ghost at school. What better way to be a ghost then to not attend? It would be a good nights rest for sure.
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