Division 1: Semi's 2, Auroth Vs Vince

[Odin Reeves]

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[Auroth]

Auroth had won his fist match, defeating the impressive giant of a man that could've easily ripped Auroth in two. However, the match ended much too quickly, and he wasn't done with Sedrix. However, the man was quite happy. He had won with absolutely no wounds from the last fight (This is assuming my post, the one ruled in favor of, was the last IC action done >.>). As such, all the man felt was refreshed.... Brought alive by the quick and enjoyable crossing of fists. Letting a smile filter to his face, Auroth walked toward the site of his next fight. His foot steps were slow and relaxed, as though he were a slug. His eyes were half opened, half closed, his mind resting and mentally preparing for the next brawl. Just because his previous fight was fast and painless does not mean that this fight was going to be so. He needs to prepare, to get ready for this fight. Since he was moving on, all this means is that his next opponent was going to be much more skilled than his previous one. Hell, he even may end up losing this fight.

Auroth is, to a slight degree, afraid of losing. To lose is to signify that one is weak, and the word "Weak" is anathema to the ears of the blond. The only memorable time Auroth had nearly lost was hen he forfeited to Odin. In truth, he knew he was going to lost to that man, and in actually only used a weak excuse to get the fuck out of there. The blond is actually riddled with personal insecurities, ranging from the mundane to psychological mental disorders to epic existential-style self-imposed questions.

Yet for all Auroth was, all the blond did was smile.

He was excited, pumped up for the new fight. Excitement poured out from him like a vase that is receiving more and more water even though its already filled up. Anxiety riddled him, but it was the anxiety to engaged in glorious blood shed, not in fear of it. He was anticipating blood shed now, to feel the serene draw of the red liquid from his or his opponent's body.... To feel the sensation of bone against bone as Auroth and his foe cross fists this tumult night. Every fiber of his self howled for blood. Every ounce of his being yearned for violence. Every cell of his body desired battle. He craved it. He yearned for it.

And pretty soon, he'd get it.

His fight with Sedrix was hardly enough to satisfy the savage. Hopefully, his next opponent will satisfy his dark desires. Yet for all his desire of chaos, of blood, of destruction and pain..... Auroth remained serene as can be. His eyes were still half-open, as though he were walking through a dream. Nothing of his body suggested this blood lust, as all the man did was stumble as though he were sleep walking. Yet beneath the veneer of illusion, there existed a very well hidden desire for blood. Perhaps the only indicator of this was the wicked smile along his face.... yet that faded away from Auroth's lips as the man continued to walk toward his ring.

And there he was, standing in front of the stage for his next show down. A wave of anticipation went through his spine as he reached for the ropes of the ring. His palms were sweaty with desire for bloodshed. The wicked smile appeared on his face once more, only to disappear into nothingness. He was done preparing for battle. He was done pondering over his insecurities. He was done lamenting over his weaknesses. Now, he was ready for anything. In fact, he wanted everything to come at him. Only then would he be satisfied with his fight. To bask in his blood and the blood of his enemy.

To live within the precious few moments of battle and forget life for a few moments.

This was it.

[Vince]

Vince had done well overall, though he had taken a glancing blow to his ribs and a harsh kick to his left arm, it was nothing an hour of relaxation and massaging didn't fix for the most part. His fight, while somewhat difficult, wasn't overbearing on him and could have been worse.

Vince would walk into the arena without his shirt on, simply disregarding the time wasting necessity of taking it off in the ring. He was there to get down to the fight after all, not look good. Though that was certainly a close second in the Genaht member's mind. He would adjust his armband just after he had entered the ring.

His mind would be lost in a certain amount of preparation that Vince didn't entirely realize that he was speaking untill after he was half way through, that didn't mean he didn't lend a sarcastic and annoying lilt at the end however.

"You know, if he wasn't so skinny looking, he might be scary."

The small mischievous smirk would creep up onto Vince's face. His fists raising as he readied himself inside the ring. He only had to wait for the guy to lash out, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun trying to pull it out of him.

"Now, don't stand there thinking you're too weak and you're going to lose though, you have to atleast throw a punch for the fans."

Of course if it didn't pull a punch out of his opponent, it would bring defeat to the forefront of his mind for a moment. And the smallest seeds could grow to be the biggest plants.

[Auroth]

All Auroth did was merely look at Vince, his face serene and calm. His muscles tightened of course, ready for the fight to come, but not a single essence of his soul responded to Vince's remarks. To his remarks, all the blond did was merely look with silent grace at his foe. At this point, the man has ignored his opponent's words..... All Vince's pretty and cruel words have done is but fall like rain drops on deaf ears. Words mean nothing now, battle has been joined, and now was not the time for slick or clever comments. If he wanted to be sarcastic and acrimonious, then he should have gone to a debate club meeting. But this was a fighting tournament, where people throw their lives on the line to prove their power. Now was the time for bloodshed, for violence, for destruction.

For fun.

His wicked smile slowly crawling out of his lips, the man prepared himself. A small trickle of sweat ran down his cheek, but not out of fear.... out of anticipation and excitement. Auroth was ready now, ready for the destruction and battle to come. Sedrix had not satisfied him.... but this spunky kid.... He seemed to be a little more interesting. From the look of it, he and Auroth were roughly in the same wight class, meaning that this match was purely based upon their skills. The blond was not sure how good his foe was, but in Auroth's mind, reaching the championship was only half the fun.... He wants to enjoy his ride to the top.

As such, the better this Vince fellow is... the better and more fun it is for the blond.

Taking a small step forward, the man merely looked at the Mouth of Genaht's eyes. Auroth's own were piercing and strong, as if trying to read his opponent. His muscles then continued to tense up, the skin of his knuckles stretched firmly over his stone-like knuckles as he curled his hands into a fist. Auroth had ignored the comment about Vince's "throwing a punch" thing. If anything, in Vince's mind it should look like Auroth was being a wimp. He looked barely prepared for this fight, and seemed to be lost in his dreams.

Which, for the last part, was only half true.... He was lost in a dream of red, violence and excitement.

Letting the wicked smile on his face widen, the man shot out like a whip against his foe. His movements were fresh, fast, and most importantly unprovoked. He looked as though out of no where he just shot out at Vince. The tensing of his body was hidden beneath his clothing, hidden beneath the endless white of his cloth. Yet his forward movement was fast, powerful, and explosive. After all, why not start the fight off on a bang right? It was much more fun that way anyways.

His right fist then shot out, while his left quickly moved toward his face for protection. In an instant, the warrior had closed the distance between the two, and in doing so delivered a powerful body shot with his right hand to Vince's stomach. The attack was fast and god-like, with such technique and grace that only a Martial Artist of Auroth's caliber could do. The punch itself, aside from being fast, had accuracy and a quick snap to it, all the qualities that one looks for in a punch. Hopefully, the swiftness of his punch would totally blind side Vince.... leaving him completely open to Auroth's strike.

And all the while, that wicked smile never once left his face.

[Vince]

There is a problem with the idea that you can blindside an opponent when you're in a ring to fight. The problem is simple and it should have been obvious that such a hope had only a small chance of succeeding. The reason for it, as previously said, was obnoxiously simple.

They were in a ring. To fight.

Vince's eyes would match Auroth's, the witty and sarcastic smirk a contrast readily apparent cunning and aggressive movements of his eyes. Vince knew what he was in here to do, even if his outward appearance didn't 100% lend it to appearing as such. Both were trying to appear half interested in the fight and in the very least, it seemed the pair were succeeding.

Vince was ready when the lithe man shot forward at him, if Vince had tried to defend in a traditional sense and back away, he was sure he would begin on a losing note. As such he did something, much more his style.

He would step inside of his opponents punch, sending what appeared to be a punch to his opponent's face that was hidden behind the defending left arm. It was only under closer inspection that one might notice his hand opening to momentarily open and grab his opponents arm.

While he pivoted on his left leg and sent his right leg out to take the legs out from underneath his opponent. He would only grab the left arm so he could divert the other man away, instead of falling onto Vince and then taking a step back to regain his balance.

It wasn't a particularly graceful move, Vince would still take a rather good shot to his rib, one that had been previously struck and was already slightly sore, but it would hopefully end with Auroth face first on the ground.

If successful, Vince wouldn't be able to help speaking a small quip, it was in his nature and the more he could possibly antagonize and distract his opponent, the better his odds.

"Now, when I said throw a punch, I didn't mean throw it at the mat."

[Auroth]

Auroth, however, knew that a blindside attack would not work in a ring. While he was hoping such a feat were to occur, not even Auroth's mastery of the martial arts could allow him to pull off something so undeniably epic. However, he instead had a back up plan, a plan to ensure something would happen. His first little jab was nothing more but a prod at his opponent.... Trying to decipher and understand his fighting style. While the intent to damage was there, Auroth was not expecting his strike to hit true and firm, even if it did hit. However, it did give rather invaluable insight. Vince was moving toward him now, and sending what seemed to be a punch which instead turned out to be an open palm intent on grabbing Auroth's defending left arm. Despite his left arm being where it was, Auroth could perfectly see what his opponent was doing... His left arm was not that large and huge to make it difficult for the warrior to read his opponent's moves after all. Anyways, from this Auroth gathered that this man prefers to play the grapple game... A game that, despite his Kung Fu training, the blond has had much experience with.

However, beyond reading his opponent, his jab was to serve a second service. Namely, it was to set up his opponent. In his mind, the blond had ran three scenarios in his head. One was when Vince would move back, the other was if Vince were to parry his jab and the final was if Vince decided to side stepped. For each one of them, he had a vague idea of how to respond. However, Auroth was not so steeped in these techniques that he would only perform as imagined in his mind. A fight is like water; one must adapt and change with the flow. However, it was these general ideas as well; as the newly introduced information that Vince was a grappler that gave Auroth a very nice idea of how to respond.

Regardless of that, the fact remains that Auroth had sent that jab to set up Vince, to which this opponent gleefully went with.

"Perfect"

As the hand came toward Auroth's left arm as his right arm retracted from the jab, his left arm shot out like a bullet toward Vince's face. Since Vince was aiming for his stationary arm as oppose to an arm in motion, it was to be expected that Vince would miss the grab and instead find a face full of fist. Beyond that reasoning, it is virtually impossible to catch a punch in motion. Parry? Yes. Dodge? Yes. But to catch it? Only something akin to years of martial training (Be it Eastern or Western fighting styles) could possibly allow such an amazing feat. Vince here, with his limited "street fighting" experience would probably not be able to pull off catching a fist mid-flight. Adding to reasons of why catching Auroth's fist would be impossible is that fact that Auroth is a very fast attacker, and while Vince looked speedy, Auroth was sure that his own speed would only add to the uncatch-ability of his fist. At best, perhaps Vince would skim across Auroth's arm.

The punch itself was, much like his right fist, graceful and beautiful. It was something honed through years of training and dedication. It was fresh, crisp, accurate and had a very nice snap to it. Hopefully it would be true and land rather painfully on Vince's smug mug.

For his final act, Auroth moved in with his punch, advancing inches toward his opponent. First off, it was pretty intimidating for one's opponent to move forward. This is a proven fact seen daily in MMA fights, Boxing Bouts, etc, etc. The space between the two fighters would be minimal now, with the blond's cold, cerulean eyes staring straight at Vince. However, like everything else, this move served another purpose. Vince's trip attack would now be neutralized as Auroth moved in closer toward Vince. As oppose to tripping him, all Vince would do would kick the side of Auroth's leg. Painful? Yes..... But it was a small sacrifice as oppose to getting a face full of ground.

As for Auroth's condition.... He was doing fine... In fact, better than fine. The excitement of the fight has gotten to the warrior now. The adrenaline and rush was slowly creeping from his spin onto the rest of his body. While the blond hair warrior may appear serene and peaceful, inside it was like a storm waiting to explode over his foe. His anticipation was growing more and more by the second, as his desire for bloodshed steadily grew....

The only hint at any of this would be the Martial Artist's wicked grin.

[Vince]

OOC: I would ask you read my post slightly better in the future as it seems you skimmed it rather than actually reading it.

Vince was unsure how the other boy had noticed his grapple, when he had only opened momentarily and at the end to grab the defending arm. But some people were said to have abnormal and impossible reflexes, or just sheer dumb luck.

This was certainly looking like the latter.

There was little hope for such a close range punch succeeding, Vince's arm was already en-route to intercept and though he certainly wouldn't be able grab the punch at this point, he would be able to deflect it just enough that it would skim across the left side of his face and batting rather harshly against his ear.

The two men would certainly bump into each other, as Auroth tried to move impossibly close with his punch, but such a thing would partially work with him. He was already planning on moving away from his opponent as he kicked and Vince would be forced back a little faster for such an effort.

But that didn't mean Vince was going backwards without reward, he would take a step back before striking out again at Auroth's lower leg. Another harsh kick, directed to the other man's Achilles tendon. Vince couldn't imagine him moving away from it in time, not when he was already so over extended.

That wasn't to say it was the most beneficial move for Vince either, it would throw him off balance and send him stumbling back afew steps without much time to capitilize on his fallen opponent even if the move succeeded. But it would prove the point.

It would prove that he didn't need the training and dedication that this one so apparently had to bring him down onto the mat. It was more a psychological move than anything else, but losing rythm and feeling canvas was a detrimental experience to anyone.

[Auroth]

OoC: If you have something to say, PM or IM me. Otherwise, do not waste space.

Auroth did not ever rely on luck. He was a warrior and trained fighter. His senses and speed were honed so well he could probably hear a fly land on a wall across the Carnegie Hall with his talent. So of course he saw Vince's attack coming. He saw the moment Vince's hands opened up like a lotus blossom, coming every closer and closer toward Auroth. It was then at this moment he released his attack and...

Well.... We know the rest.

For the current situation, however, Auroth already had a plan in mind. He was a bit annoyed that his punch missed, but had not placed absolute faith in his attack succeeding. In fact, he already had a few plans in back up waiting for what Vince plans to do next. Bear in mind these plans weren't the end all be all, but to adapt to the situation like a true fighter the blond had several ideas in plan to move and flow with or against Vince.

Now Vince here has moved back, retreating from Auroth's onslaught in order to recollect himself, or so Auroth thinks. Regardless, a move back is a sign of recollecting and readjusting. If so, then now was the time to press on he attack. There was no point in allowing Vince to gather himself while Auroth had the advantage. To do so was to not only let go of a advantage, but to show disrespect to an opponent. If one doesn't fight at full strength, then it means that one doesn't respect the foe one is fighting. If Auroth were to back down now, it would mean he disrespects Vince.

But, put in other words, all the above justification means is that Auroth should continue to wail away against Vince like the sea against a cliff..... Unending, unstoppable and unyielding.

As Vince moved, the blond too moved with him... Determined to slam one firm fist against the street fighter's wordy mouth. However, Auroth was not so determined to ignore his foe, as he still kept his eyes open and aware of his opponent. Not once did he let his cold eyes falter.... His azure pupils become distracted or his cerulean orbs look away.... No, Vince had Auroth's full attention now, with everything on the street fighter.

It was then at this moment that Vince stopped running like a coward and resolved himself to struck back. Perhaps he was leading Auroth into a trap, luring him in to defeat and destroy the blond. Regardless, whatever Vince had Auroth would be, just like water, able to flow around and respond to. In an instant the cold pupils of the blond saw how Vince intended to send a kick right toward Auroth's leg. He could not tell if the intent was to harm or trip Auroth, but given the previous grapple attempt Auroth could already assume the latter. To the blond, to fall to the mat was not a sign of weakness or breaking the beat. Grappling had just as many merits as the stand up, and even the Kung Fu fighter himself has dabble extensively in the art of Greco-Roman wrestling. However, there was a time and place for everything, and while Auroth could move into a grapple fight, his forte and prefered method of fighting was the stand up.

Now, Auroth was a quick guy. The dodge and parry were his favorite moves to avoid getting hit or taken down. However, what if Auroth were to instead channel his energy of bobbing and weaving from a dodge to instead a charge forward. At this moment, a dodge would be impossible and a parry too difficult to attempt.... but a charge would be the nest thing Auroth could use to avoid some damage from the kick. He would still get kicked of course, but nothing as to take him down.

In a instant, the man moved forward with renew intent, driving before his foe like a bullet toward a mark. The kick Vince had sent would hit, but it would hit his strong knee. Day in and day out, fueled by dedication and commitment, Auroth trained on his body. He would constantly launch knee strikes to punching bags, hardening his knees. So as the kick landed, Vince here would feel like he was kicking a wall. On the other side of things, pain flared up in Auroth's mind. His body was, after all, not as strong or durable as other fighters..... but beneath that was the spirit of the battle that called for the Martial Artist to strike forward, to persevere in his training and continue to grow stronger and stronger.

Vince's ill-attempt of grounding Auroth had failed. His pathetic street experience paid off little compared to the commitment and dedication Auroth has in the martial arts. While Vince fought and gained experience, Auroth did as well... but unlike Vince, Auroth also honed his body and mind; conditioning his bones and focusing his mind... A concept probably alien to Vince.

Following up this block, the blond drove forward once more... gritting his teeth together in anticipation for the strike. Despite his martial art spirit, inside the man lurked the desire for bloodshed, for chaos. Slightly lowering himself, the warrior released a powerful low kick against Vince; his wicked and somewhat sadistic smile flaring up the arena. In a eerie repeat of his opponent's attack, Auroth performed the same maneuver against the now destabilized Vince.... hoping to ground the fellow to the ground with Vince's footing off. Then, following MMA tradition, the blond would literally pounce on top of Vince by slamming his knee against Vince's chest or back, depending on how he lands, and rain down a barrage of punches... a technique otherwise known as ground-and-pound.

Or, in Auroth's humble opinion, a shower of fists followed by a lovely pool of blood.

[Vince]

OOC: Pulling out. Looking for a cure for IDHTS.

[kai]

OOC: This doesn't really need me to judge, but I'll say it anyway; Vince quit the fight, so Auroth wins via forfeit.