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Post by Ellie who has 0% on May 24, 2011 18:50:41 GMT -4
Due to circumstances your opponents have been changed. Please be active and post atleast once a week to enjoy the struggle tournament to its fulllest. FIGHT!
Damn. That last fight was just... Eh, the kid didn't have his mind on the battle whatsoever. Syn didn't even get to do anything extravagant. In the end, Shiro had said his sorries and left for some other place. The poor guy was obviously very worried about something.
The flame-wielder couldn't blame him. Some things were far more important than a Struggle tournament. Good for him, the guy had something better to do than he did. Meanwhile, he fought in this silly tournament in an attempt to finally get over his constant failures in the last few months. Now he was going to fight... Rose? Whoever that was. Rose, it was a nice name. Syn had known a Rose once. She was a good friend, but her Heart was overtaken by Darkness and Syn wasn't able to save her.
Jesus, dude, he thought, shaking the memories away. The familiar nostalgia rushed through his veins, sending self-hatred coursing underneath his skin. Get your head in the game, else you'll lose this one too! His sins writhed beneath his skin and he dropped his jacket to the ground.
His white undershirt showed off his build as he kicked his jacket out of the arena. Slim and suave, his body had no edges, but only smooth, rounded perfection. His skin was light but not pale, almost entirely unscarred. Except for his right arm. Small scars stretched down it, as if it had been lightly cut multiple times, and the reason was easy. Underneath his skin, veins of dark metal could be seen if you looked carefully enough at those scars. Like a shield encased in his body, Syn had those metal veins for years. His abilities let him liquify the metal and draw it from his body with ease, making the metal a weapon he could contain inside of his body.
He relaxed as his opponent neared and propped the Struggle Bat on his shoulder. Time to dance! His luminescent blue eyes fixed themselves on his temporary enemy and he readied himself. Struggle!
Rose shook her head. I mean come on? Two surrenders in a row? Am I really that scary? she asked Halen. He shrugged, and she turned to face her next opponent. "I hope you're actually going to fight me. I'm getting rather bored just standing around. The last two guys quit out on me."
May 25, 2011 11:49:34 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2011 15:41:08 GMT -4 by halen2020
Synthest rushed forward, throwing a (/) slash, switching his feet in a second, followed by a {/) guard, basically reversing his movement. The fire-wielder jumped away from his opponent then, who was still blabbing away.
Jeez, what was with enemies and speeches? Was it just so common to flaunt your vocabulary to those you were fighting? I mean, Synthest understood speaking to get a point across, but words did nothing in a battle. Only action. And that's what Syn was all about.
Rose parried the first two blows easily, then reversed her grip on the weapon, holding it pressed to her arm. Rose glanced at her opponent's stance. Not an opening anywhere. This guy was fighting to win, so she switched her style to match. Good thing she had trained with Halen. She stepped close, feighting a blow to try to draw her opponent to parry, and then quickly stepped back, and jabbed at his stomach hard...
How unfortunate... Synthest had lunged at her, his downswing easily dodged, and his opponent stepped back as Syn began to raise his bat. Her lunge was easily knocked off-target as he reversed his swing, as he had planned to do before.
At this point, Synthest was paying more attention to his muscle movement than the fight. See, when the muscle was commanded with an action, the energy put into it couldn't be stopped. It forced the body to follow through with the movement, and if it was to be stopped short it would leave an opening. The objective of this fight? Don't make a wrong move. Else you're screwed. That was his view on this girl, and the battle as a whole.
Synthest had parried the attack, which had been foreseen as he subjected Rose to a weak attack the moment before, just so he could have the strength to block her. Now, Rose had to follow through with the lunge, one of the most open attacks one could commit, her bat going haphazardly off to the left (of Syn, that is). Synthest pulled his bat back at high speeds and threw a deafeningly fast right swing, his body curving, following through, the opposite direction of her own Struggle bat.
Rose saw the hit coming knew she couldn't stop it, and wet with it instead, pretending to stumble backward, but shifting her weapon ever so slightly. She "recovered" her balance, and gave her opponet a quick look. Damn, not a single opening! SHe wasn't used to this defensive fighting. TIme to attack like she was used to, all out against an deadly foe. Holding the bat like she holds her hammer, and thankful she selected the heavier one, which more matched what she was used to, she leapt forward, blessing her training with halen. She aimed a quick blow right at his nose, then swung for his legs, attempting her old favorite, the bleeder flip.
Jun 10, 2011 8:02:54 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2011 15:40:42 GMT -4 by halen2020
So it worked. She wasn't good at fighting against a defensive opponent. Synthest's eyes narrowed as he held his bat out like a rapier. This girl, she wasn't bad at all... But unfortunately, she left too much tell with every attack. For example, she switched her handset when she recovered her balance, just like she had before... That odd reversal.
The dark-haired boy threw hair in front of his face and his movements went slack. Keyon hadn't taught him what he knew for nothing... No, it was time to end this. Whatever she was doing, it was an attempt to put him out of his defensive maneuvers, to take him out of his comfort zone. And he expected that this would begin with her next attack.
And she lunged. Synthest acted quickly. First attack? A feint, just like her last offensive attack. Then she'd go for the crippling blow. So~ Synthest did as he had previously done, jumping back. But- The bat caught his cheek, the force in the attack (being meant for a hammer) spinning him around, hurting his neck. His feet spun as well, and as her bat swung low, he pushed himself off the ground, using the gravity of his spin to slam the bat onto her head (ouch!), which was left wide open.
Whether he hit it or not, (he was a little dizzy), he staggered back, keeping his balance low to avoid another low attack. His bat was at ready and he rubbed his cheek with one hand. Damn... He hadn't expected her to be strong. Keyon had always warned him about underestimating women, but he could never get past underestimating such small figures. The teen fixed his hair, cracked his neck, and watched Rose for her next more.
She suceeded in hitting him, but damn it, he had cracked her upside the head in the process, and totally killed the bleeder flip. But she had taken worse, she could handle a headshot, and she pressed her advantage, juamping at him while he stumbled back, swinging her club in another hammer strike, this aimed at his ribs. This was how she fought! Not that stylized dancing that other did, but smashing into her foe with everything she had.
The man spoke, and she smiled her pure evil smile and said, "The way I live, bad isn't an option."
Jun 15, 2011 12:38:48 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jun 15, 2011 12:39:41 GMT -4 by halen2020
And there it was again! That jump. She constantly jumped into action, trying to pack as much power into every punch that she could find. But it left her attacks too visible to hit someone like Synthest.
The flame-wielder jumped away from her, her attack missing him, and he found his footing a few yards away. His blue eyes were locked on her weapon for the moment, but they would find their place when her next tell showed through. He would be able to avoid her (for the most part) if she kept using such powerful attacks. He admitted that the face-swipe earlier had been bad on his part and good on hers- specifically, it wasn't such a power-hitter. She'd caught him by surprise by the quick strike and had managed to land a solid blow.
But with these attacks, so visible before she hit, he would be able to jump out of the way. The Struggle bats only had so far a reach until they were useless, and he was the type to analyze an attack before blocking. With the way she was holding her bat, it would be bad to block- it would use a lot of energy. Dodging was more efficient in this case.
He held his bat in stance, awaiting her next attack. This one he would be prepared for.
((Sorry, bleh post. No real action other than analysis.))
Damn it, I ain't getting anywhere! This guy, he can read me like a book, and this crappy little club ain't woth a fart in a nuclear explosion! She glared at him. There had to be something. No fighting style was perfect. He obviously thought her to be predictable, but what if she changed the rules of the game? She smiled. Unpredictablity was one of her best skills. She quickly back stepped, and charged, angling the club so it seemed like she was going for a headshot, but suddenly, she turned, readjusting her weight and aim to target his stomach, pivoting her body into a strike that, had she had her hammer, would have broked a normal human's bones. She loved turning physics into ways to bash people...
Jun 24, 2011 15:39:04 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jun 24, 2011 15:43:25 GMT -4 by halen2020
And here it was! She was advancing fast. Synthest's feet fell into place as he held his bat a little farther away. As the adrenaline hit him, everything slowed slightly, leaving him struggling to maintain control over his brain. He watched her approach, her swing...
He ducked, his bat held to the side as he readied a counterattack. And then- Everything switched. Synthest's heart sped up as she switched her movements at the end of her tell, using gravity to propel her bat faster- in the opposite direction! Damnit! And the bat would be useless to block with. He threw it in front of him, letting it clatter to the ground nearby and positioned his arm in the way of her swing. His right arm.
The sound of metal vibrating echoed around the small Colosseum as Synthest took the brunt of the blow, the kinetic energy spreading through his body. He felt his nerves go white hot, but fortunately, the metal that coated the inside of his right arm had saved him from permanent damage. And she was finally open.
While it wasn't against the rules to protect himself this way, he knew it would be frowned upon, but in reality, protection this way was necessary in many situations. With his other arm he swung an elbow towards her stomach, still crouched (meaning that it was in easy, low range), and he rolled for his bat, picking it up.
With that, he aimed a quick strike at her face, doubling his weapon back for defense.
It had worked, he was totally thrown. The bat hadn't done any damage, only striking with an odd clanging noise, but she saw the note of confusion, and even the trace of fear.
When she hit his arm she looked at him, and the meaning in her look was clear. That's right, I am NOT a predictable opponent. Make that mistake again, and it will cost you.
His strike for her stomach impacted, but once again, she moved with the hit, rolling to the side, and stopping in a crouch. She turned, saw his bat coming for her head, and moved it far enough to dodge. Smiling viciously, she made a grab for his extended weapon arm, and swung out a steel-toed-boot-equipped foot to catch the guy's leg, and get him in a grapple. She didn't know if it was against the rules, but he had made first contact with his elbow, and she was happy to escalate and put him on the ground.
Jun 25, 2011 18:21:22 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jun 25, 2011 18:36:29 GMT -4 by halen2020
Luckily, he had drawn his weapon back as he'd attacked. That was the gain of a quick, less powerful attack: You had more freedom of movement. She grabbed at him and narrowly missed, but after she had grabbed at him, she left herself open, despite her foot swiping below him.
As she extended her leg, Synthest stepped back, then threw his blade forward for a head shot. Since an arm and a leg apiece were in use, it would prevent her from making a quick counter attack, although his eyes were indeed keeping her bat in check, in the other hand.
His peripherals were recording her every movement, watching for any tell, his weapon once again pulled back in a defensive position. Damn! He didn't have any of his abilities in this battle, and it was sucking so badly. He'd just set fire to himself and tackle her... Ah, if only he could use Virtegon. But he could manage this, he just had to last longer than her.
And with all of her power attacks, his stamina gauge had to be far fuller than hers.
"Ah!" He stepped out of the attempted grapple neatly, too neatly, and jabbed her in the back of the head. "Okay, now I'm pissed." She turned, and the playfulness, the little smiles, they were erased from her face. It had become a mask, and cold fury burned in her eyes. This asshole was making her into a total chump! Used to using heavier weapons, moving around a great deal more, and constantly using powerful attacks, she had much better endurance than most wastlelanders, and most humans in general. So, the Scorpion of the Wasteland did something she had only learned recently from her little Heartless buddy. With full knowledge that he would dodge, and attempting to plan a move ahead, she jumped into the air, going up a full fifteen feet, and bringing the bat down, aimed straight at his head...
Jun 27, 2011 12:56:28 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2011 13:14:20 GMT -4 by halen2020