Taiku Vs Aryn

[Odin Reeves]

Ring One, second fight.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

---As explained in the OOC, I'm forfeiting the tournament. Please find a suitable replacement---

[Odin Reeves]

[Travis, your up.]

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( *mutters about babysitting times being bumped three hours earlier* Make sure I get this up now so I'm not disqualified. ^_^; )

When she was chosen to fight in the tournament, Aryn was giddy. When she got there that night, that feel-good tingly feeling evaporated slightly as she was notified who she was fighting. She didn't know what he looked like - though could guess Asian by the name - and all she knew was that she was facing the previous tournament's champion. Taiku Akimoto.

'Sounds Japanese...' She thought to herself, raising an eyebrow as she leaned back in the seat in the locker room. She eyeballed her competition - or what might turn out to be her competition if she made it past the first round.

She was carefully tugging on her fingerless gloves that fit...well, like a glove. She found bandage tape to be tedious to put on, and even tended to shift. She found the gloves offered a bit better protection, and moved easily enough when she flexed her hands. The leather was soft, and just putting them on brought back a measure of confidence, despite the fact she was to face the best fighter from the other tournament.

----Not Long After----

"What..?" She murmured, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, the former champion resigned this tournament. You'll be fighting one of the replacement fighters in his stead. Good luck...Aryn." He finished with a quick, checking glance at the small clipboard he held.

Shrugging before nodding her head in thanks, Aryn heaved a large breath. And let it out as a sigh...of frustration.

'Damnit. At least if I lost the first round I'd have some dignity because he was the previous winner. Besides, it would have been fun to fight him.' Mentally, she grumbled as the first two fighters left the room. She'd been standing for several minutes now, lightly bouncing back and forth on her feet. She was ready to get out there and fight. She knew time was short, that she'd only have ten minutes. It didn't bother her.

Ever since that little game in the streets, she'd been itching for another fight.

She had a pair of shorts on that swayed slightly above her knees, and a form-fitting wife-beater. Her hair was pulled back so it was out of her face, in a tight braid. While the rules were in place that she..hopefully...wouldn't be getting groped or anything, there was no rules on hair grabbing.

She was called, along with an unfamiliar name - 'Travis. Probably the replacement...whoever he is.' - and slipped out the door. Stretching her limbs on the way there, she quickly pulled herself into the ring and took the far corner, watching the approach of her opponent as she continued to finish limbering up for the match.

Aryn grinned inwardly. 'Well, if anything, I guess this first match will be a little easier now... Still disappointed.'

She slid into a small stance, right foot in front of the left, hands raised slightly to just near her chest. She didn't have to do that by any means, it just made things a bit easier so she could move when she was approached by her opponent. She wasn't "formally" trained by any means, she knew improvisation and what her father had taught her in close quarters combat, but that was about the extent of any "training" she had. Otherwise, she just had her experience fighting other people...and breaking the occasional boy that thought it would be better to touch than just look.

'Here goes...'

She was ready.

[travis]

***Earlier***

"Hey Kid, Taiku pulled out." Those were the words that greeted with when he arrived at the tournament a few hours before it's start.

"Pulled out." They were the words Travis had been wanting to hear all day. Someone, anyone pulling out of their fight. He'd never have thought that it was actually gunna happen, he'd practically resigned himself to being a spectator for this tournament, but as luck would have it that wasn't going to be the case.

" Oh really," Travis replied quietly totally off hand his right eyebrow rising slightly with the news. "Hmm looks like there gunna be a new champion regardless of all the out comes," he thought smiling.

"So it looks like your fighting tonight,"

" No shit," he said under his breath. "Alright thanks for the heads up. "

He turned away from the guy and walked into the changing rooms to begin his perpetrations, His shoe hitting the ground with a new found sense of purpose and with that confidence.

"So who was he fighting again... ah yeah Aryn. That was who Taiku opponent was going to be. " He'd never heard of her but she was girl the only one in the competition, he knew that much and plus being the only girl meant he definitely wasn't going to take her lightly. Deep down inside even though he'd never say it he'd much rather be fighting a guy than girl. Not because of any sort of moral issue even though that was something in his nature that he would have to over come, more because it was something that come along ever often.

He shook himself pushing the thought away reminding himself that he'd been trained by two women and with that the thoughts never returned.

From then on wards he was deadly focused not talking to anyone else. He sat almost totally still, statue like his breathing ,the small changes in the folds his silver and aqua top the only give aways. He elbows rested and on his shorts identical in style to his top. Wrist tape covered the majority of his hands and upon them he rested his chin . He had his eyes closed blocking out eveything else apart from his own breathing and heart beat.

Then the time came and he was called out into the ring. From his side he scanned Aryn very closely.

"Hey good luck," He said giving her a small bow of respect. Then he got into his stance his legs an equal length apart his right foot slightly ahead of the left. His hands left hand stayed close to his body while his right was semi extended out in front. In those final seconds before the match started he thought back to the one golden rule he had been taught while training.

" Right lets gets things started,"

The bell sounded and the match got under way. Immediately Travis was off the mark quickly trying to close down the distance between them. He started with three quick jabs, two with the right one with the left aimed around the face just reaching not actually reaching her just close enough to her to make most people feel uncomfortable.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( I'm assuming your punches are alternating; right, left, right. If not, PM me and I'll fix it up. )

Aryn didn't return the kids sentiments aloud, but gave him a soft smile and half a wink, inclining her head forwards. They didn't have long to wait before the bell was struck and Aryn tensed a moment in anticipation before relaxing. She didn't move, knowing that he would come to her soon enough.

She didn't have to wait long, for her opponent sped forwards. Aryn was impressed by just how quick he was; of course, she didn't have time to keep those feelings as he snapped out three punches. She was slightly crouched, and the first right she weaved to the left. His reach came up short, the air movement from the strike caressing her cheek wantonly.

'He's toying with me?!'

While 'toying' might not have been the right term, Aryn's perception of it caused her to act. Her left hand was brought up as she slid back into her former position, swerving up just as quickly as his punch to knock it off course and out to the side. Her right hand intercepted his second right and instead of trying to push it out as she did with the left; she clamped onto the wrist and followed with the motion. Aryn pushed Travis's hand towards his chest, not releasing him and following through so his arm was in a semi-natural position near his side.

'I'm not here to play around!'

When she'd grabbed his right wrist, her left hand was brought back and sprang forwards as she finished moving his arm. It was a solid punch, aimed for his midsection. Aryn was intent on winding and hurting her foe all off the get-go.

Of course (even if her punch didn't work), she also planned to have him on his back. Chances are he would at least hunch over if her hit connected, and she worked to amplify the motion to put him flat on his back. She'd taken a step forwards and his arm was manoeuvred quickly, forcing it back so that he had not many other choices but to at least roll forwards to alleviate the pressure on his arm. The arm she'd used to punch him with she quickly tried to work free.

Everything seemed to speed up for Aryn as she finally released his wrist and would jog a few steps away, pivoting on her left foot to watch him from there. She had acted on instincts and, admittedly, a bit of anger at being 'tested' or 'toyed' with...it seemed it would be a contest of speed. Who would slip up first?

[travis]

From what he could remember during his train, your opponent will favor two of three defensive options either; dodging your attack; blocking it; or the least common counter attacking against it. The first three punches were designed to figure this out. His first right jab shot accurately about a centimeters away from Aryn face. And he got a reaction.

"First a dodge." he thought carefully noting in his mind as she moved out of the way.

" Damn she's pretty quick." A small smirk coming across his face. Now probably wasn't the best time to be admiring a opponents talents but he did it anyway.

The second of his punches was block, something that he also duly noted. " Dodge, block ..." He suspected the next thing to follow was a counter attack. It was the standard style which people used when they were on the back foot.

Still it was an unconventional counter attack and he quickly found himself at a disadvantage. He was regretting wearing wrist tape on his hands. It seemed to give what was an already strong grip even more bite.

Immediately he turned defensive. With his left hand he grabbed her upper right arm just below her wrist, riping it from his own and pulling hard simultaneously to wards himself and out to his left attempting to make her lose balance and fall forward. He now had her right in his iron grip.

By pulling her arm to the left it cause the top half of his body to rotate. Regardless though Aryn punch still managed to collide into him with some force but unless she changed to compensate she wouldn't it him square in the mid section only on the side of his ribs.

With his free right he would attempt to elbow Aryn in the face if she staggered for wards enough to make it possible, If not he would reach out and grab her and attempt to throw her over his shoulder.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn's eyebrows furrowed as she felt his grip on her forearm. But, instead of resisting as she normally would to the violent pull, she actually helped him along, but did not let go of his wrist. It was, in all aspects, her lifeline. If she could help it, she wasn't going to let go until she was good and ready. As such, her punch was adjusted slightly lower, just clipping the bottom of his ribcage and driving into his side. The blow wasn't as hard as it could have been, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

They were in a bit of a tie-up, literally. Still, she wanted to be quick about it. She had moved her feet slightly as they moved their arms, and she wasn't letting go just yet. In distraction, she threw another quick jab to his side, and finished her slight shuffle. Now, she wasn't twisting her upper body so much, and took her advantage as he didn't seem to want to let her left arm go either. Now, she resisted. She tightened up her arm, her left hand snapping back to be hurled forwards towards his face. Either he would have to figure out something quickly, like letting go of her left arm to block.

Still, she tried to take the element of surprise and use it to her advantage, stopping her punch several inches before his fist, simultaneously releasing his left hand. If she was lucky, his surprise would have him releasing her left arm and she'd be free. Just to ensure her freedom, she violently shook her left arm, wrenching it away the other way by twisting her upper body to the left and springing away.

Blowing at her bangs as she took another step back, she tilted her head at her opponent, lightly scuffing the toe of her shoe against the ring floor. Heaving a breath, Aryn glanced at Travis, swiping the bangs out of her eyes.

"Right then, now that you're apparently being a bit more serious, why don't you come again?" Aryn questioned, slipping into a replica stance of her last one. She was slightly backed into a corner, but still had moving room should he try and put her back into the corner. She wasn't completely sure of the best way to approach him yet, and decided to let him attempt to get the advantage over her.

[travis]

Aryn still gripped his right wrist with her own right hand even though both of his hands were trying to remove it.
" Persistent one aren't you. Damn should hav' started with Voinam rather than punches," He thought to himself, as they jostled for control he was trying com up with a plan.

Most ideas he ran through quickly ended up with him still being on at a disadvantage which really wasn't what he wanted or what he intended but for the a while atleast he was content.

Even though she held his wrist tightly he was the one in control, two hands were always better than one nd he was using the added strength to guide her where he wanted to go, tugging and pulling trying to get her of balance for a through.

Still he was still open though totally exposed. And Aryn used this through a punch towards him, he moved his body slightly to avoid it his head leaning to the left. After that he found it a little harder to move her right, her body positioning had changed.

"Urgh," he grunted inwardly was he saw the last punch for what it was. Only a distraction.

Then an opening came.

As soon as she began to move her left back again he went for the opening.

"Right!" he shouted

With his right he pulled her towards himself making her right leg and most importantly her right knee move forward He also twisted his right hand within her grip trying to make her hand curl instead of being straight. In twisting his hand and wrist he would put pressure on the thumb causing a sharp pain. It was only a distortion to make her lose focus on her punch. Travis didn't think it it was entirely needed but at this moment he rested on the side of caution, giving more than was need was the best thing course to take at this moment.

At the same time his right foot skidded across the arena floor until it came just short behind his left. In one lightening quick fluid motion he launched a devastating stamp kick towards her right knee. He move so fast in his motion that it was almost impossible to stop because by moving his right foot he was even closer than normal to her. He raised his left leg slightly when it was going forward then extended it rapidly aiming to come down and put weight upon on Aryn's right knee .

If it hit the force would almost certain make her go down to the right otherwise it would break her knee. All this was in the hope that she would let go of his wrist. He was being to wounder how much feeling he was going to be left in it by the end of this fight.

They'd both been fighting pretty hard, he could feel the beginnings of sweat beads forming on his for head so after that attack he would back away and catch some breath and maybe even check out how his wrist was if he was lucky enough to have it back.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Things were getting tight for Aryn, who was starting to feel desperate to have her hand back, but determined to not let go of his right wrist. The pull had her sliding forwards, and Aryn's eyes widened, the bright green orbs looking shocked for a moment before she grit her teeth together. Her right knee bent, and her left leg was slightly bent a step behind, which still gave her some leverage.

Feeling him try to move his arm, she looked down and clamped down harder, digging her nails into his arm, the skin around her nails turning a pale white, such was the intensity that she dug her nails in. Thus, she prevented his arm from shifting too far, definitely not far enough to grab her hand or anything. Her hand was only slightly curled, not enough to cause much discomfort, but enough to let her know she needed out...now.

It was through looking down that she saw his leg start to rise quickly. Instinct told her to attempt to break away, but she knew that she could only go one direction: forwards. Knowing she had no time to waste, and this was her only opportunity. He was off balance with one leg on the ground. Springing up from her still-crouching position, she barrelled into his chest, her legs snapping straight as she put all her weight into the point-blank tackle. In all reality, there was no way he could get out of this, or even try to stop it. The blow to her knee still connected, but as off-balance as he was, the kick wasn't as strong, and pushed her leg back slightly. It still hurt, Aryn found as she bit her lip, but the pain was bearable.

Chances are that the wind would be knocked out of Travis as they both landed, with her on top of him. Scrambling one second, Aryn brought her legs up as she quickly adjusted herself on top of him. She was straddling just above his hips, and she leaned in a moment, gathering her wits quickly. Panting softly, she pulled her left arm back, sending a hard left punch into his side, while he still had a hold of her right forearm. He didn't seem intent on letting her go any time soon. Her right arm she kept as close to her body as possible, making it difficult for him to do much by way of attempting to twist her off.

Aryn glared at her opponent from her position on top of him, pulling her arm back a few inches to throw another punch into his side. She wasn't about to wait for him to try anything else. She wanted him hurting, or at least gasping for air. Another left jabbed into his side; she pulled her arm back further, this time the punch aiming for his left cheek. She made her punches at opportune times, and only when she knew she had enough time to.

'I'm not in the mood for losing.' She thought viciously, continuing her grip on his right arm. She didn't know if her nails had broken the skin...they were long enough to be able to, yet short enough so that they didn't get in the way.

[travis]

" Ah Crap..." That was as much as time Travis had to process his final thought before he was knocked to the ground. A few second earlier he was smiling but hat had changed so so quickly. He hadn't expected her to launch herself at him. His white eyes opened wide as she rushed to wards him. Out of a natural desire to protect himself he let go of here Right wrist and tried,quite futilely to block the attack. he could stop it but it could of been far worse as they crashed hard against the floor.

As soon as he hit the ground some of the wind had been knock and he curled his body slightly his face curling in pain resisting the urge to cough and splutter. He slammed his right hand into he floor trying to compensate for the pain and the spasming muscles he now felt in his midriff.

He didn't think that it could get much worse but he wouldn't allow himself to look flustered or feel flustered if he did the match was as good as over. His face winced as another punch smalled into Travis side.

He glanced down at his right, little red patches where her nails dug deep into his flesh had begun to appear on the wrist tape.

" Looks like its first blood to you," he smirked. "Here goes nothing" he thought.

His white eyes locked with hers green ones and at that moment he launched three rapid bunches The first two aimed at he middle those were supposed to wind her. The final punch was nothing more than a disguise. It was a straight punch not going across her body and it looked as if he was going for her face. The would punch traveled past her head then hooking back and pushing with the forearm aiming to make he go to her to her right . If he managed it he'd have all the leverage he need to get his left leg free.

Once free he would try to hook he heel round her neck and physically drag her to the ground.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( Fewf, cutting it rather short on the time-limit here. ; Sorry. )

While Travis had let go of her arm, Aryn still had no intention of letting him go. She was stubborn about it, knowing that if he got the upper hand on the floor...well, he would most likely beat her easily. Still, she was deviously happy with their predicament. Speed, while it was both of their advantages, was taken away, and as long as she could hold her position, she would more than likely be fine.

"Looks like its first blood to you."

To it she smirked in acknowledgement. "Only me, preferably, with you bleeding...in several other places, perhaps."

While her response was toned in a short and clipped manner, Aryn soon found that the freedom of his now unoccupied arm would prove troublesome for her. His first two strikes hit, though she tried to knock them back, it only succeeded in dampening the blows...somewhat. Panting after the two, she clamped her teeth together, wheezing slightly before taking a deep breath in, only to see his third punch dart towards her face, to which she instinctively moved out of the way.

What caught her was the fact that this last punch had a second purpose to it, to move her head to the right. Which meant she would be leaning too far if she didn't do something quickly. She was already uncomfortable as it was with being pushed to the side. What could she do? Gritting her teeth as she strained against his pushing gave her the idea.

Hunkering forwards just slightly, she turned her head and bit into his forearm. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin by any manner of means, but it was hard enough to give him a good jolt of pain and to ease up on the motion he was currently exerting on her neck. The bite lasted several seconds, and she found she could straighten up, or at least push harder against him. The taste of salty sweat on her tongue, Aryn sent another quick, hard jab into his side with her free left hand. Leaning forwards, she pinned his captured hand beneath her body, still holding on to it. The more of his body she put weight on, the harder it would be for him to try and roll her off, especially if it was his upper body, which was where most of his 'rolling' strength would come from.

In leaning forwards, he could no longer hook a heel around her neck, and Aryn drew back her left hand again, exhaling as she sent another punch to his side. They both wanted to wind one another, it seemed, and Aryn shifted her legs a tiny bit more, widening them slightly so she had a better center on him, more or less meaning that it would be just a bit harder for him to throw her off.

[travis]

OOC: ( It's ok, just when i was beginning to think that i would win by default)

" This bad, " He thought now unable to move both is right and left. It was becoming a real pain being able to to move freely.
He could hear the crowd cheer in the back , cheering not for him but for Aryn. Travis doubt that many had expected a fight like the one they were seeing today.


"Gotta... Get ... Free"he began to wiggle and thrash violently trying to at least get a little bit of freedom back . Aryn must have been having a hard time keeping him down . She'd decided to lean in close after that last attack stopping him from trying the same trick again.

His wiggling paid off . Aryn positioning seemed to slightly further forward than before and could just about use his hips.

She struck out again hitting his side. This was a full blow since he couldn't block in the slightest way. His face contorted in pain and this face was probably becoming all to familiar to the rest for his own liking. That punch he swore to himself was the last one she'd get away with.

" Being on the ground really becoming a pain. NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!" he shouted anger flashing through his eyes.

His neck snapped forward slamming his head into the bridge of her nose. He slammed into her face so hard he expected that her nose would start bleeding at any moment. The way things stood at he moment she would begin bleeding onto him which wasn't particularly great. The recoil from the headbut would have certainly sent her back wards coupled with the body's natural reaction to being hit in the face. At the same time his legs would then come up and wrap tightly around her neck and pull back words fiercely. He was determined to get free at any cost and we wouldn't remove his legs from her neck for love nor money she would have brake his legs before he'd let go. He could also get his left free in that one action.

If he managed to pulled her down which he suspect could should also Pull him up right by proxy thanks to her relentless grip of his wrists.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( I wouldn't let anyone have that easy of a win against me. But, I did (as I said in my PM) neglect to mention Aryn's position in my previous post. Again, sorry, it was a big mistake on my part. Your post (at the bottom) doesn't make much sense, but I'll do the best I can to interpret. =\ )

Even in her lowered position, he thrashed shifted, trying to keep as much weight down on his body as possible, but even she only had so much she could do. His wriggling did cause her to move forwards, but not as much as he might have anticipated. When he started, her forehead had just been level with his neck, and when he finished, it was level with his chin. She risked a very small glance upwards, and when she saw the muscles in his neck tighten, she turned her gaze back down so she was looking at his neck. Aryn groped for his free hand, latching onto the wrist just as tightly as she did with his other, even digging her nails in. This way, he headbutted the top of her head, which was still painful, and she couldn't help but let out a disgruntled groan at the pain.

It was natural reaction to lean as far back and away as possible. Her eyes were temporarily closed, and her grip loosened for just a moment before tightening again as a 'barrier' against the pain. It didn't work so well, because she could still feel it, but knowing that her nails would cause him pain was the upside to it. Aryn's eyes snapped open in shock as his legs shot up and around her neck, bending her backwards easily...to which she responded by clamping down on his wrists harder, wriggling her legs slightly so that her feet were underneath her and she was resting on the balls of them.

She definitely didn't want to stay like this. She was going to get out by using his own hold against him. His legs applied most of the pressure in keeping her subdued at the moment, and that was what she was going to work with. Her hands were tight upon his wrists, arms straining against the pressure from his legs, her abs tight as she fought to stay semi-upright, and a natural reaction to that would be to pull harder with his legs. Panting to gain oxygen, Aryn let go of his wrists, simultaneously pushing back on the balls of her feet. His legs did the rest as he probably wasn't expecting her to do something like this.

It flipped her; and while it wasn't 'neat', she landed in a somewhat manageable position on her knees before she pushed herself to her feet, coughing lightly as she regained the breath she'd lost when his legs moved around the front of her neck. One eye was closed, with the other fully focused upon her opponent, and Aryn crouched slightly. She desperately wanted to tackle him again and keep him down, but knew that if she tried that right now where she was, he could flip her over his head using his legs. So, she sidestepped around him, keeping well out of his leg reach should he attempt to try anything tricky. She didn't stop, however, but kept moving, actually letting him get up. It was a slight reprieve for both of them...but Aryn wasn't planning to let him get far.

[travis]

OOC:( Short kind of short, inspiration seems to fail me for the moment. Pm if theres anything wrong with it. I might add more detail about the setting and stuff to make it long but i won't change the core of the post.)

" Gottcha," He thought seeing his legs wrap around her neck. Immediately he amplified her falling motion but she resisted the pull of his legs to her credit. It wasn't the the most dignified method of trapping her, that being said he suspected that in this fight "attractive" would not be a word to describe it once everything was said and done.

"How you gunna get out of this one? " Inwardly he smiled. Then she flipped out of his grab, and the smile inside disappeared so fast, you wouldn't have thought it had been there at all.

But one good thing did come of her acrobatic escape.
The emotion that filled Travis was a mixture of anger and relief as she had finally released both of his wrists for the the first time since the match began and he could now use both his hands. Not wanting to waste another second being pinned to the floor he pushed down onto the padded ring with his hands shot up into a standing position.

All the time his eyes never left Aryn he watched her closely trying not to blink or leave her for a second, he suspected that she would like to continue her offensive. Which was fine by him attacking had got him into this mess.

He quickly moved into a defensive stance. His left leg marginally infront of his right, his body slightly at the knees bent. His left arm slightly extended and his right was little further back positioned in line with his left wrist.

[Aryn Valcoph]

One last deep breath had Aryn opening the one eye she had closed as she caught her breath. She hadn't expected him to get up so quickly and her mind was already racing through the possibilities.

'How, exactly, am I going to get behind him..?' She thought, straightening slightly.

The answer came to her quickly and an almost seductive smirk appeared on her lips as she tilted her head, raising an eyebrow at that possibility. Chances were very good it would work. Raising her right hand, she tugged at the leather glove on her hand before tightening her hand into a fist.

'Fisting...ha, that would be painful.' The joke was all to herself, but coupled with her previous thought...well, it was just something she figured she'd keep to herself.

"Aw, would you like me to come over there...?" She taunted, the smirk widening. She didn't wait for an answer, but sprinted forwards, her right hand still raised, only turned and brought in a bit closer to him, as if she was going for a straight-on punch, her left hand up in a guard position. It was exactly what she wanted him to think. And she knew she would have to be fast in the transition from what she appeared to be doing to what she actually was doing, but she gave no hint as to what it was.

She was one running stride away before she pivoted on her foot and tucked her body into a roll, to his left side. She hadn't made even one circle before her hands shot out to push herself up in a half-leap, twisting her body around so she landed facing his back, her feet skidding against the arena floor a moment before the caught and she stopped before launching herself quickly at his back. Her right hand had been drawn back again as well as her left and she sent the right towards the back of his neck quickly - or, if he was just finishing turning, his throat itself. Regardless, the blow would be enough to either cause him pain or stun him if it connected. He had a very marginal time for any reaction, for she was moving with some speed, exerting herself as much as she dared.

However, Aryn wasn't stopping in her movement, and was close enough to tackle him headlong, as she had before. Her left arm came up as her right foot pushed her body back towards him, her right hand drawing back to her side, regardless of whether the punch connected or not. Her forearm would catch the back of his head (or chin if he had indeed managed to turn around) if all went well, preferably knocking his head back, to which his body would follow with Aryn's weight bringing it down.

The advantage of the move was that he probably wasn't expecting another take-down quite so soon after the last, but Aryn was one to exploit any strength she could within the rules of the tournament. She felt no shame, either, because she was fighting against a guy...they could generally take care of themselves... Still, she probably wouldn't feel any shame even if it was a girl she was fighting. Advantages were to be exploited at the first opportunity available.

[travis]

"Aw, would you like me to come over there...?" Travis didn't even dignify her taunt with a reply the side of his mouth curling slightly not with humor but with disappointment.
She was just wasting her breath if she expected him to fly into some childish rage. He had about ten different comebacks in his mind but didn't feel the need to say any of them. All the taunt did was to make him redouble his efforts to win, whatever the cost. His eyes brows furrowed and and his eyes reflect the light around giving off an eerie color less emotion.

Then she sprinted to wards him her right fist pulling back. Fine by him, he also ready himself. His right hand getting ready push the punch away across hiss body. All he had to do is wait for the extension, the extention of the punch that never came. He defense relied on the other person's punch to begin and its extension, if that doesn't happen then his arms don't move . He held his nerve waiting and for the punch even though she was beginning to get very close. He forced his mind to remain calm allow years trusting in his training.

Travis saw her left shoulder drop slightly within and second she was into a roll. As soon as Travis saw her drop right foot slid back quickly across the floor his shorts waving furiously, until he was facing her Aryn totally side-on, left foot pointing at her his right sticking staright out. She lept at him her right fist flying towards his face . Using his left forearm he cut across the punch moving is eblow to guide away from his being. At the same time he step forward on his right foot, his right fist snapped forward using a purely triceps punch sending it straight to wards her face. Moments later he while the frist punch was still moving towads her face his left hand also snapped forward being free after dealing with her punch. His second one was different to his other punch though insted of having his hand in a fist all the fingers were point out in traight line aim for the spot just below the end of the central bone fo the ribcage.

If her leap and body weight were to much then he would raise his left leg as they fell making sure to throw her with enough force to allow himself time to get back put afterwords.

[Zeniro]

Last but by no means least. Aryn congrats.

Finish up as usual.

[Aryn Valcoph]

. o O ( Right, since we're supposed to finish up the matches after the judgement is made... I'm sorry for the short post, too. )

As he pushed her arm out of the way, she followed with the motion, unable to do much else. His incoming punch would inevitably strike her forearm that was aiming for his chin, pushing her arm back rather painfully as she brought her other arm back to her body. By this time she had collided with Travis, and while his "prodding" punch hurt tremendously, Aryn screwed her eyes shut and groaned, knowing that just there, she'd be very, very sore. Her teeth were clenched and she inhaled sharply through the pain.

She felt his leg come up between her own, but due to the positioning - their upper bodies more or less meshed together - he couldn't throw her when they landed.

"Oomph!"

While she landed on him and was partially winded, he was bound to be much worse off, being pinned between the ring floor and her body. It was awkward for the first few moments as Aryn scrambled with her left hand to try and grab onto his right wrist again. Panting, Aryn settled her weight on top of him, quickly gathering herself before sending her left hand furiously towards his temple in hopes of knocking him out.

'Gotta finish this...now...' She thought, clearly aware that she would lose otherwise.

[travis]

(Aryn asked me to round this off properly , been busy so it kind of slipped my mind, sorry)

It wasn't a comfortable landing, and yet again Aryn had managed to come out on top, this time though the land was even worse then the first time. The pain that shot through his right shoulder as it collided, didgging into the floor was tremedous. The pain made his reation sluggish, dullling his sense. It was in those few seconds that everything was lost.

The blow to his temple came quickly only serving to make him forget about the pain in his shoudler replacing it with a new found pain in his head. Then everything began to blurr and the colour seemed seep away from his vision. The colour slowly draining away like sand in and hour glass only to be replaced with semi opague mist of balck. Quickly Aryn was nothing more than a blurry black figure on top and getting darker by the second.His slowly eyelids slwoly fell and his eyes remained shut