Post by Maxxie Everstone on Feb 6, 2017 15:03:58 GMT
“And… there we go, Mrs. Clyde! Your apple pyramid should stay in place as long as your buyers calmly and slowly take one off from the top when selling them,” Maxxie said to the small old lady who sat in a wooden chair behind her wooden food stall on the side of one of the East Capitol streets. The young woman spent the sunny afternoon helping out with Mrs. Clyde’s apple business by placing apples in a neat formation so that they might attract customers. Just now she had stood in the front of the stall and placed the final apple on top, with the same calmness she warned the owner of.
“Thank you so much dear! We can’t see each other, but I want you to know that you have put a big smile on my facing for helping this old bag, and at the price of just one apple! I am proud of the children that the generation after me have birthed,” Mrs. Clyde congratulated, complimenting Maxxie before she flew off into the sky, which was odd if one noticed the young lady’s attire. She wore a blue zipped up sweater with black bike shorts, long white socks and black sneakers, but had no bike to match. Of course, a cyclist also wouldn’t be carrying around a katana on their back being held by an over-the-shoulder strap (left shoulder in this case). The handle was colored black along with the scabbard. The blade within was also black.
“I am flattered, Mrs. Clyde! I really am! Until next time!” the good samaritan shouted in response, with a smile on her face as well, before vanishing from the street while eating her apple. Maxxie had flew over East Capitol probably a hundred times, but she still felt excited when she saw how great of a view it all was from hundreds of feet in the air. The colorful buildings of all sizes with the large crowds within the streets, some of them with their food stalls and carts attempting to make good profit, as East Capitol was known well for it’s food distribution. People from all over the world would come daily to taste the delicious delicacies. Today, that isn’t what Maxxie came for, though it was tied to that.
Maxxie spotted her destination, which was right in the middle of the city; the city square, which had it’s stone floor filled with food carts except for in the middle, where a crowd circled around a two people that were getting ready to fight. One was a gray-haired (short) blue-eyed white-skinned man with a wrinkly face who was shirtless, showing off his large athletic body, wearing only light blue cargo shorts, black socks and dark blue sneakers. He also had a thick mustache and beard. His opponent had black spiky hair with dark brown eyes and tan skin, and he had an athletic build as well, except he was smaller than the old man. He wore a dark purple short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers. He looked to be a young man.
“Cool! Just in time! You better secure your recipe Anthony!” Maxxie shouted to be heard over the crowd as she landed on the ground, appearing at the side of the large old man. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t worry about me Maxxie. I have been allowing anyone to challenge me for it for years, and no one has been able to take it from me yet!” he responded in excitement. One could tell that he enjoyed brawling with others, so it made sense that he picked such a challenge for those that wanted to expand their meal list, especially with his delicious food that arguably made his stall one of the most popular in the capitol. While the two continued talking about it, the opponent looked their way with a fiendish smile. Behind him, in the crowd, there was an odd fellow in black robes with the hood over his head, making it so that no one could see his body. The opponent would look back at him every now and then, as if they had known each other.
“Alright, it is time to fight! Give me your best shot!” Anthony shouted, as he walked to the center of the circle and got in his fighting stance. Maxxie blended into the crowd at this point, not wanting to get in the middle of the clash. The opponent also stepped into the middle, and within a few seconds, he launched the first attack; A roundhouse kick with his right leg to Anthony’s face, which he had to jump in order to launch due to their height difference. The big man didn’t even try to dodge the attack, as he put out his left hand and successfully grabbed the leg, throwing him to a few meters forward. The young man landed roughly, skipping a bit before he stopped. He got up quickly by pushing off of the ground with his hands, and went for another attack.
The young man was quick, and more weary about his opponent this time around, quickly evading if he suspected a counter attack. When Anthony wasn’t grabbing at him to counter and throwing him around, his hits landed, but with such a durable body, they never did much. After a minute, the old man decided to go on the offensive, though his punches and kicks were slow, so the young man evaded them just about every time. It was as if the two of them were dancing in that large circular space, moving around in order to deal damage to the other.
Everything changed however when the young man decided to backed far away from Anthony, who connected his arms together to deal a downward slam. He backed away so far that he nearly bumped into a man in the crowd, the one who wore the black robes, though it seems that the young man stopped right before he did. After standing there for a few seconds, he rushed towards Anthony with new-found bravery. The large man went for a right hook as soon as his opponent was close enough, but despite his how fast he was going, the young man was able to dodge by moving his body to the left in almost a blur. He then jumped in the air and delivered the same attack he was about to get hit with; a right hook, except instead of it dealing hardly any damage at all, the punch was enough to send Anthony flying several meters forward, his body falling to the ground right before he hit the crowd, specifically Maxxie. He didn’t move after that, confirming that he was out cold.
“Welp, it looks like the great Anthony has fallen. I suppose this means I get his recipe right? Which one of his assistants was it that he gave it to before he took his unfortunate beat down? Hand it over please,” the young man gloated. Just before the assistant hesitantly left the crowd to hand over the sheet of paper however, Maxxie stepped around the unconscious body before her and entered the circle.
“Wait up. How about one more fight? I understand that a deal is a deal, but as Anthony has said many times about his recipe; “A man must be willing to fight whoever challenged him for a delicacy such as this one!” Right? Surely one more fight for the day wouldn’t be too annoying for you?” Maxxie asked the man with a smile. At first he looked disgusted, and was about to decline the offer with a few unkind words, but before that, he looked back at the man with the black robe on, and saw him nod. Looking back at the woman who just challenged him, the young man began to speak again, this time with a smile on his face.
“Of course. After this one however, all other challenges that people may want will have to wait for a while as I prepare my new dish for my needy customers,” he responded, and with that they both prepared to battle. The crowd roared in anticipation for yet another match. Except it wasn’t going to be a match. More like a one-sided beat down.
The young man came at Maxxie with intense speed. Now that his opponent wasn’t large like the last, and thus didn’t seem to be highly defensive, he could go all out. He launched his barrage of punches and kicks, all of which Maxxie was able to dodge. They jumped around the arena, the man approaching the woman with every attack while she backed away. Finally, Maxxie dodged a punch to the face with her forearms and pushed the enemy back with a to the stomach. She then took the initiative and launched her own barrage, with most of her attacks hitting the young man. Now she was the one on the offensive vs his defensive.
After another minute of this onslaught, the young man decided that getting bruised constantly wasn’t the best idea, so he backed away from Maxxie, just like he did against Anthony. He attempted to get to the black-robed man again, except Maxie beat him to the punch, attempting to confirm what she felt had happened in the last bout. She faced the black-robed man and held his right hand that was stuck out, with her own. This happened so fast that the man accidentally shared his ki with her, which was bad, since it was meant for the young man. He quickly let go of her hand, but it was too late. Maxxie turned back around and faced her opponent, who was still walking backwards towards his ally. Once he realized Maxxie was not in front of her however, he turned around just in time to get an uppercut right to the chin, which sent him flying into the air and landing roughly near Anthony. He was conscious like the old man as well.
“Keep the recipe and give it to Anthony when he wakes up please. Tell him of my victory for him, but tell him it wasn’t because I wanted him to keep it. It was in order to even the playing field,” Maxxie looked at the assistant as she told him. She looked back to see that the man in the black robes was gone, which was a shame, since she was going to directly ask him why he was being a jerk and helping his friend cheat. Being that she no longer had any business in the capitol, the girl flew away to the cheers of the crowd.
“Thank you so much dear! We can’t see each other, but I want you to know that you have put a big smile on my facing for helping this old bag, and at the price of just one apple! I am proud of the children that the generation after me have birthed,” Mrs. Clyde congratulated, complimenting Maxxie before she flew off into the sky, which was odd if one noticed the young lady’s attire. She wore a blue zipped up sweater with black bike shorts, long white socks and black sneakers, but had no bike to match. Of course, a cyclist also wouldn’t be carrying around a katana on their back being held by an over-the-shoulder strap (left shoulder in this case). The handle was colored black along with the scabbard. The blade within was also black.
“I am flattered, Mrs. Clyde! I really am! Until next time!” the good samaritan shouted in response, with a smile on her face as well, before vanishing from the street while eating her apple. Maxxie had flew over East Capitol probably a hundred times, but she still felt excited when she saw how great of a view it all was from hundreds of feet in the air. The colorful buildings of all sizes with the large crowds within the streets, some of them with their food stalls and carts attempting to make good profit, as East Capitol was known well for it’s food distribution. People from all over the world would come daily to taste the delicious delicacies. Today, that isn’t what Maxxie came for, though it was tied to that.
Maxxie spotted her destination, which was right in the middle of the city; the city square, which had it’s stone floor filled with food carts except for in the middle, where a crowd circled around a two people that were getting ready to fight. One was a gray-haired (short) blue-eyed white-skinned man with a wrinkly face who was shirtless, showing off his large athletic body, wearing only light blue cargo shorts, black socks and dark blue sneakers. He also had a thick mustache and beard. His opponent had black spiky hair with dark brown eyes and tan skin, and he had an athletic build as well, except he was smaller than the old man. He wore a dark purple short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans and black sneakers. He looked to be a young man.
“Cool! Just in time! You better secure your recipe Anthony!” Maxxie shouted to be heard over the crowd as she landed on the ground, appearing at the side of the large old man. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t worry about me Maxxie. I have been allowing anyone to challenge me for it for years, and no one has been able to take it from me yet!” he responded in excitement. One could tell that he enjoyed brawling with others, so it made sense that he picked such a challenge for those that wanted to expand their meal list, especially with his delicious food that arguably made his stall one of the most popular in the capitol. While the two continued talking about it, the opponent looked their way with a fiendish smile. Behind him, in the crowd, there was an odd fellow in black robes with the hood over his head, making it so that no one could see his body. The opponent would look back at him every now and then, as if they had known each other.
“Alright, it is time to fight! Give me your best shot!” Anthony shouted, as he walked to the center of the circle and got in his fighting stance. Maxxie blended into the crowd at this point, not wanting to get in the middle of the clash. The opponent also stepped into the middle, and within a few seconds, he launched the first attack; A roundhouse kick with his right leg to Anthony’s face, which he had to jump in order to launch due to their height difference. The big man didn’t even try to dodge the attack, as he put out his left hand and successfully grabbed the leg, throwing him to a few meters forward. The young man landed roughly, skipping a bit before he stopped. He got up quickly by pushing off of the ground with his hands, and went for another attack.
The young man was quick, and more weary about his opponent this time around, quickly evading if he suspected a counter attack. When Anthony wasn’t grabbing at him to counter and throwing him around, his hits landed, but with such a durable body, they never did much. After a minute, the old man decided to go on the offensive, though his punches and kicks were slow, so the young man evaded them just about every time. It was as if the two of them were dancing in that large circular space, moving around in order to deal damage to the other.
Everything changed however when the young man decided to backed far away from Anthony, who connected his arms together to deal a downward slam. He backed away so far that he nearly bumped into a man in the crowd, the one who wore the black robes, though it seems that the young man stopped right before he did. After standing there for a few seconds, he rushed towards Anthony with new-found bravery. The large man went for a right hook as soon as his opponent was close enough, but despite his how fast he was going, the young man was able to dodge by moving his body to the left in almost a blur. He then jumped in the air and delivered the same attack he was about to get hit with; a right hook, except instead of it dealing hardly any damage at all, the punch was enough to send Anthony flying several meters forward, his body falling to the ground right before he hit the crowd, specifically Maxxie. He didn’t move after that, confirming that he was out cold.
“Welp, it looks like the great Anthony has fallen. I suppose this means I get his recipe right? Which one of his assistants was it that he gave it to before he took his unfortunate beat down? Hand it over please,” the young man gloated. Just before the assistant hesitantly left the crowd to hand over the sheet of paper however, Maxxie stepped around the unconscious body before her and entered the circle.
“Wait up. How about one more fight? I understand that a deal is a deal, but as Anthony has said many times about his recipe; “A man must be willing to fight whoever challenged him for a delicacy such as this one!” Right? Surely one more fight for the day wouldn’t be too annoying for you?” Maxxie asked the man with a smile. At first he looked disgusted, and was about to decline the offer with a few unkind words, but before that, he looked back at the man with the black robe on, and saw him nod. Looking back at the woman who just challenged him, the young man began to speak again, this time with a smile on his face.
“Of course. After this one however, all other challenges that people may want will have to wait for a while as I prepare my new dish for my needy customers,” he responded, and with that they both prepared to battle. The crowd roared in anticipation for yet another match. Except it wasn’t going to be a match. More like a one-sided beat down.
The young man came at Maxxie with intense speed. Now that his opponent wasn’t large like the last, and thus didn’t seem to be highly defensive, he could go all out. He launched his barrage of punches and kicks, all of which Maxxie was able to dodge. They jumped around the arena, the man approaching the woman with every attack while she backed away. Finally, Maxxie dodged a punch to the face with her forearms and pushed the enemy back with a to the stomach. She then took the initiative and launched her own barrage, with most of her attacks hitting the young man. Now she was the one on the offensive vs his defensive.
After another minute of this onslaught, the young man decided that getting bruised constantly wasn’t the best idea, so he backed away from Maxxie, just like he did against Anthony. He attempted to get to the black-robed man again, except Maxie beat him to the punch, attempting to confirm what she felt had happened in the last bout. She faced the black-robed man and held his right hand that was stuck out, with her own. This happened so fast that the man accidentally shared his ki with her, which was bad, since it was meant for the young man. He quickly let go of her hand, but it was too late. Maxxie turned back around and faced her opponent, who was still walking backwards towards his ally. Once he realized Maxxie was not in front of her however, he turned around just in time to get an uppercut right to the chin, which sent him flying into the air and landing roughly near Anthony. He was conscious like the old man as well.
“Keep the recipe and give it to Anthony when he wakes up please. Tell him of my victory for him, but tell him it wasn’t because I wanted him to keep it. It was in order to even the playing field,” Maxxie looked at the assistant as she told him. She looked back to see that the man in the black robes was gone, which was a shame, since she was going to directly ask him why he was being a jerk and helping his friend cheat. Being that she no longer had any business in the capitol, the girl flew away to the cheers of the crowd.