Division 1: Fight 3, Auroth Vs Sedrix

[Odin Reeves]

Get to it.

[Sedrix West]

This was it, Sedrix's third tornament. The day had come. Unfortunately, he had not had the best record, he was knocked out in the first round the last two times. This did not dishearten him though. He was Ekstatic about this tornament, he had been training so hard for this. He had becoming much physically stronger, golliath like. He woke up in the morning and excersised thoroughly. He did not have enough money for proper gym equipment, but he did have a chin up bar and a weight set.

He had to htink about everything, even what he wore today. He wore light combat trousers, and a moderately tight fit black T shirt. He left all his jewelry, because of course that was not allowed. The clothing was tight enough to not get in the way, and loose enough for full movement possibilities. He wore some black trainers as well, but he prefers to fight bare foot. His long hair was tied in a ponytail, to avoid accidents, or sight blocking.

He was truely pumped as he went out the door. He revved his motorbike violently, and headed out to what seemed a shadey location indeed, but this did not surprise him in the least. The last was at a warehouse. He was exceeding the speed limit most of the journey. He was set to face against a student named Auroth, he was a grade A student, and everyone who asked said he was not a worm either. Rumour had it he was very skilled in martial arts.

That meant mostly bad news. Sedrix only had his golliath strength. Of course, he had decent fighting instincts, and new the basics, and a little more, but he had practically never trained proffessionally, or even casually. Martial arts never much appealled to him, apart from simple kick boxing, and he is self taught in that area. However, even in his street fighter, all buff style ways, he had been in quite a few fights, and was no stranger to it.

He reached the building. Again, little surprise came from it's primary purpose which was an illegal gambling hall. He moved to the ring area, and got prepared, brushing his shoes and socks into a corner, and stretching lightly, waiting for his opponent.

[Sedrix West]

ooc: What happens now?

[Auroth]

He woke up; his alarm ringing off the hook. It was day now, vibrant and filled with life. Sounds of traffic emerged from his plain window as he slowly got up out of bed. Today was the day of the Tournament, his chance at another fight. His previous tournament was not so good. He had fought against the Champion there, Odin Reeves, in a bloody stand up toe-to-toe blood bath. Neither of the two backed down until Auroth gave up, aware of the different in their skills. In truth, the blond knew he was screwed. Odin was still so much more powerful than he was, something he'd never publicly admit of course. Yet even so, Auroth knew it would be idiotic to him to continue fighting even though he knew the outcome. However, he had spent his time between tournaments well; his training increased dramatically. With the sight of a warrior so much more superior to him, the blond hair warrior was motivated once in his life to go achieve something. To become stronger.

Of course, his insecurities still remain.

The blond fears that what if his training is all for naught? What if he really was just a weakling, with the convenient excuse of facing against the Tourney Champ as a reason for surrendering. What if in reality, all Auroth was isn't some gloriously powerful warrior, but a weak brawler that can't stand up to a true fighter. The thought sent shivers down his spine, waking the warrior as he got dressed. Despite this fear inside him, Auroth was assured of his skills. Why would he join another tournament if he wasn't right?

Slowly he put on his daily attire: a simple white shirt, some white slacks, comfortable and combat-efficient white sneakers, a large white trench coat and to top it all off a long yellow scarf that flowed down to his waist. As he left his run down apartment, the man stretched and bit and mentally prepared himself, honing his senses and thoughts. At Varron, he was a skilled fighter not for his strength or power, but rather for his finesse. While others go back and forth between blows, Auroth prefers to subtly manipulate the fight in his favor through crippling moves or through dodging and weaving through the enemy's attacks. Perhaps the reason why the warrior lost to Odin was due to his frontal attack method as oppose to his usual manipulative moves.

But even so, all this defeat did was just toughen up Auroth to a beating.

Arriving to the ware house, a cold gust of wind ran through the man. He felt as though the fight to come would be terrible and yet oh so glorious; a bloody dance of fists and kicks. The feeling both scared, and yet excited the man. Slowly his cowardice disappeared, as the blond slowly but surely became more and more prepared for the fight, awaiting it like a cat waiting for its meal of a mouse. Entering the derilect building, Auroth silently walked down the halls.

As he entered the ring area, he saw his giant of an opponent. He was massive and muscular, even more so than his friend Odin. His foe was at least, or approaching, seven feet and seemed stronger than a bull. However, the larger they are the harder they fall. To this Goliath, Auroth would become the David that would fell him....

Or get the shit beaten out of him....

Tossing his scarf aside, the blond hair warrior lost all fear as he entered the ring, barely making a noise. Looking up at his foe, he let out a short bow before staring him in the eyes. The anticipation of bloodshed was slowly getting to the man, but luckily Auroth was able to contain this and maintain his superficial composure. Letting a smile briefly touch his lips, the warrior began to speak.

"I am Auroth, I presume you are Sedrix?". Quickly the warrior separated his legs shoulder width apart with his left leg facing his opponent, his hands quickly rising to his chin while his cold, azure eyes kept eerily staring forward to his opponent's pupils. "If so, shall we start the brawl now?"

[Sedrix West]

ooc: sorry for lateness. We are only going to have two moves at this rate.

A rather...elegantly dressed boy came into the ring. Throwing his long scarf to one side, he introduced himself briefly, and informally. It was not as if they would share a cup of tea, then proceed to beat the shit out of eachother, but it was cool to know it was mutual. There was no resentment involved, it was more like a sport. He quickl moved to his position, while Sedrix stood there aimlessly, or so it appeared.

"Thats me, and you must be Auroth, pleased to meet you." Sedrix said briefly, with a nod. Just because they were fighting, it does not mean he should be mean. He moved forward quickly. Unfortunately, Auroth had already stanced up,. so there was no element of surprise. Sedrix just wanted to get the fight underway. He stanced as he moved, simplistic in all forms.

Sedrix was a lot larger than Auroth, but this was no advantage in this case. The only advantage size has is intimidation points, and Auroth was so stable, it was like he was projecting an aura of courage and strength. Sedrix moved closer, he moved his elft foot back as he ran. Of course, Auroth looked in shape, and muscular. He had heard he had much kung fu experience, this could only be a disadvantage. What little martial art training Sedrix had, it was self taught. Although, he did have good instincts, and new how to handle himself. This could be interesting.

He moved his left foot up to an angle, to give the impression of a left side kick, only to give a crafty switch. He moved his leg back down, and in the same moment, threw his right fist out, in a low hook, aimed at Auroth's mid-section. His left arm stayed back, guarding, ready for defence, and His right was spread quite wide to keep an even balance.

Advantages of this move being it is subtle,and moderately unpredictable. Although the range means it's power is quite weak. Even if it did hit, it would do minimal damage, but it was a way to get underway, and it was defensial, so he could block an attack thrown at him, and avoid most counters. In most senses, it was a way to get the battle flowing.

'Lets get it on.' Sedrix thought.

[Auroth]

OoC: I apologize for being late, Friday was home coming.

Size had an important role to play. Intimidation points yes, but also the matter of range. Arm length is intimately tied to to one's height, and seeing as Sedrix has plenty of height, range would be no problem to the man. However, it seemed as though his opponent did not realize this connection. It was something that Auroth might be able to exploit, to take advantage of and twist to his favor. For in this fight, his opponent has the physical advantage, but lacks the speed to which Auroth can move or the intricate strategies only a Martial Artists and devise. However, on a physical level it was another classic strength versus speed battle. Auroth lost to Odin due to the fact he has both finesse and power, but when truly pondering upon it, which on of the two is better?

Auroth's opponent didn't seem to have any martial arts training, but he had the eyes of a warrior. It seemed Sedrix fought countless battles, threw down with myriads of foes, and walked away bloody, beaten... but better for it. The little training Sedrix received was to round him out, to better himself in fighting at a whole as oppose to training him in the arts of bloodshed. The blond could tell this wasn't going to be a easy brawl, but Auroth would rise to the challenge and fight back..... To go to the next round and eventually become the Champion of the Tournament. Then, and only then, could he get the honor of battle with Odin once more, to stand on an equal footing with his friend and prove to himself that he was better than the boxer.

For the moment though, Auroth is going to have to deal with Sedrix's rush.

Auroth was prepared for it, flowingly already in stance as Sedrix rushed toward Auroth. His movements seemed powerful, energetic and strong, however they lacked speed; or at least on the speed that Auroth operates. A smile flickered onto the blond's face, waiting in anticipation of what is to come.

His opponent's left leg raised up, as if ready to strike, but then in the next instant it went back down. It was a feint, a rather good feint too. However, such slow tricks did not delude Auroth. As soon as the foot went down, the blond rushed toward Sedrix's left side. With Sedrix's foot just reaching the ground, he would be off balance and therefore unable to mount a decent defense against Auroth's attacks. In the next moment, the man saw a fist coming from Sedrix's right side to Auroth's left. Lifting his arm, the blond's forearm intercepted the fist. As oppose to causing injury though, Auroth's arms have been so thoroughly conditioned that it would feel like Sedrix had just punched a wall. Every day Auroth would head to a random martial arts center, and just train there. He would smack his forearm against punching bags, collide his arm against another student for hours on end, and other good activities that hardened his skeletal structure to that of a walking tank. The process was by no means painless, but it had results.

With his opponent's punch neutralized, the warrior took his right hand, opened it like a lotus flower, curled it into something like a cat-paw and delivered a extremely powerful palm strike to his opponent's abdominal, or stomach area. If done correctly, Sedrix would be in utter pain, as his insides would be devastated by the inner shock wave his palm strike created. At the same time as this, Auroth would wind his hand around Sedrix's wrist, grasping it like a spider enfolding around a small mouse and not allowing his opponent's right arm to use. Despite the difference in strength, Auroth however is still strong enough to keep grasp of the wrist of an enemy, the one place where it is impossibly to shake off the grip without using one's other hand.

The reason why Auroth choose a palm strike were four. First of all, Auroth had no idea how hard or well worked Sedrix's body was. If his abs were like metal (something unlikely yet still possibly), the soft yet firm surface of the palm would suffer less damage than his knuckles. Secondly, the palm strike, in Auroth's hands, was just as effective as any punch; meaning no lost of power between either and thus allowing Auroth to use the palm strike without any fear of lost potential damage. The third reason was that Auroth could tell this was going to be a harsh and long fight. There was no need for him to wear out his knuckles now, so for the moment his palm can substitute his fists. Finally, the last reason was that palm strikes disrupt the nervous system on a greater scale than punches and can be seriously painful. His abdominal strike would disrupt the nervous system around the stomach, and devastate his foe's insides to a greater degree than mere knuckles.

[Sedrix West]

Auroth was a bizarre study. It was not a bad thing in the slightest, but he still was. His fashion sense in itself was...elegant to say the least. Sedrix looked him up and down. His body seemed honed to fitness and athletisism, and he was underweight if anything. Size was indeed an important factor, but it can swing either way. Big guy big reach, little guy, real fast. It was clear Auroth was a technical, experienced, kung fu trained fighter, it could be seen in his quickened, and precise stance. Their fighting styles were practically completely different, at least, what could be percieved on what little fighting they had done, and what is first impression. Sedrix does lack speed, but his endurance and strength counters this. He does not need to hit often because his hits are very effective, and he can endure the pain of many hits.

Auroth seemed a worthy opponent to say little. Sedrix had a feeling he could take him, his motivation to suceed, and the training he had put forth was far larger than what he had contributed to the first two tornaments. First was against Maverik, known as one of the best fighters in this school, the second against Kyosuke, a renowned fighter generally. Sedrix had such deterination, such drive, that he would not be taken down. He would fight, aside his feelings, if he lost, he lost, as long as he put his all into it. All he could put in, however, was a strong boxer at best.

Auroth was a little creepy in Sedrix's opinion. The small glint of a smirk appeared as the giant approached him quickly, and with pain intent. Not a single flow of fear. He was mentally made of stone, and in a physical sense too. As Sedrix threw out his wrist in his rushed feint, Auroth raised his tree-trunk forearm. Sedrixs hand withdrew slightly, but not entirely. The feeling was incredibly horrible. Had Sedrix not held back, and put all his strength in in the first place, he could have left with a few broken knuckles.

'Think, be clever.' Sedrix thought irritatedly. He was lucky to leave with naught but a mild throb in his hand, no more of a throb than if he had hit him in the jaw. That was not the point however, his move had become practically useless. His attempt to stop self damage meant Auroth took even less, which is the primary concern of a block.

It was time for Auroths counter attack. Sedrix watched carefully, barely flincing from his fist, and kept his left arm steady at his body. His beant his knees slightly, to help him take any impact from the next attack. He stiffened. Auroths fist opened, and formed a simplistic palm strike formation, one that was nonetheless perfected as at sliced towards his abdomen. Sedrixs left arm flew out, and grasped Auroths folded knuckles. The pain in his palm bearable, he know had a slight advantage.

Auroth had another stage in his plan. His free arm grasped around Sedrix's right arm, in a way that was difficult to pry off without the use of his otherwise occupied hand. There were two possibilities. He could abandon his left arm advantage, therefore a potentially fight changing move, or he could let go, and attend to his other arm, with the assumption Auroth would tear it off if he did not.

Sedrix had to go for it. He began to squeeze hard, and bend back Auroths knuckles, in attempt to disable a fist, unless Auroth managed to pry his hand away, Sedrix had the strength to crush his hand, and he had no intention of letting go. His arm still at a good angle, a meer lurch could not pry away Auroths hand, therefore he would have to use his other hand, Sedrix had turned the tables. They both needed the use of the alternate hand, to save the other. Now it was just a question of who gave in first, and given Sedrix's endurance, he assumed it would be him.

More possibilities. One, a stalemate, Auroth refuses to let go, as Sedrix refuses to let go, Sedrix would simply continue to damage his hand, until the level it is useless in not-to-distant future fights. If this still does not work, there needs to be a deciding move. The strength and weight advantage means using all of both, he could tug Auroth backwards, into a sharp right knee to the abdomen. Advantages being it would be incredibly effective, with his strength, and solid legs. His style was massively kick prior, therefore his legs were like steel. The second posibility was rather best case scenario. Auroth gives in, lets go, and attends to his hand. Leaving him almost defenceless. The perfect oppertunity for a decent move. His incredible kicks seemed a good way to administer it too. A roundhouse kick, aimed at Auroths left kidney area. A winding, nerve shattering solution to a horrible problem. On the possibility of Auroth offering a kick, Sedrix could simply clam one of his giant knees to his chest, to block most of the effect. Auroth would have to come up with something pretty clever.

[Kyukaku]

This one was pretty tough I got to say. Sedrix, you've improved a whole lot from what I can tell, and while I wish I could say you both should go on, I'm going to have to go with Auroth. Great start though guys, a shame you couldn't do more with it.

[Odin Reeves]

Auroth Advances.