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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 2:08:14 GMT
The large man Beare something or another was the next opponent a welcome change from the lovely competitor prior. Feeling a little sore about that match but welcome to take it out on the large warrior. The man entered the ring as did Jarvis. Beare smashing his gloves together roaring out as if putting on a show flexing his muscles and showing off his brawn. Looking at the crown already jeering and angry in suspense. Ready for another victory glade of growing reputation. Jarvis merely rolling his eyes not expecting once again much from a more humanly type. "Tch."
A little noise then the match began with the sound of a bell. Jarvis wasting little time rushing in head strong and fast. The large warrior swinging fists as well rushing. Jarvis going under the man dodging the punch throwing a fist upward into the mans stomach hard and fast for a brief moment the fist denting inward inside the stomach in a inward push before the man was shoved back. His insides bruising as he fell to one knee his eyes having shot out forward gasping for air a hand to the floor and knee holding him up. Jarvis standing after a few moments snickering. The man spit up a bit of blood as well. "See that! This is what bravado gets you... Pathetic inferior skills and power." Teasing the man as he'd turn lightly in the ring holding his arms up in a early celebration as if to say too the crown I am the winner. I am the victor.
However in his boasting pride oddly enough the kind he'd just insulted the man spit blood into his hand and rushed Jarvis splashing it at him just as he turned to face Beare. The stinging sensation of red in his eyes had him hiss out as Beare barraged him with fists after. "My fucking eyes!! You son of a bitch!" He'd stumble back not so much from pain but being pushed by the fists. Bruising a bit from direct contact and smacks of huge hands but not so much damaging as the power was vastly different. His eyes burned as he roared out unable to see and each time he opened his eyes he'd either feel a fist or the sting of red fluid coating them more. The anger and tearing up eyes from the contact of foreign fluid was driving him made. In the mans rage he'd throw a fist out in anger as his mind clouded. The fist however due to his cloudy head and judgement from pain wasn't holding back. All he'd feel was a soft squishy sensation on the other end and rubbing his eyes right after yelling out a bit grumbling in pain rubbing at his eyes ferociously trying to get the stinging blood out. "It burns..."
What had happened was he'd punched almost literally through the mans stomach. The fist breaking skin and pressing inside the man opening his rough belly like a well of blood. Wiping blood from his eyes after. The man was being patched up quickly by side line medical people. Mostly cheaply paid medics with a little street doctor type skills quickly dragging him out of the ring a blood streak left in the ring as well. Smeared across the floor of it. He was groaning with a oxygen mask strapped to his face and taken to a back room quickly. He was alive but likely his fighting career was over. Jarvis sneered his eyes stinging and face coded in red as he looked to watch one eye barely open burning with bright blue anger. "I'll kill that bastard if I see him again. Disgusting creatures! Disgusting...." He'd look around looking out at the crowd silent and after fired a blast through the roof opening a bit of the dark sky to peer down on the arena. A little bit of star light to cast light down. "I'll do the same to any who try that sneaky shit! Fight me straight or I'll rip your throat out. Do not belittle me you retched creatures!!" He'd begin out of the arena as a trainer in similar clothes rain up to him just as dirty looking as his opponent had been and a few missing teeth though much smaller. "HEY you can't do that! You owe us!" Jarvis turned holding a little strength back throwing a fist and breaking the mans nose as well as all of his frontal teeth out. Leaving him with at least minus eight or so teeth. "Don't speak to me...." He'd grumble and plop back in his seat as the man slink away rubbing his bloodied face to go to his fighter. He'd have medical bills to pay. He was angry shaken by the accident. he had gotten the blood out of his eyes but had yet to clean his face. Blood had sneered on his face his chest clothing and to his arm up to the forearm his left glove crimson in color now. Growling and breathing heavily as none of the human guards wished to get near him. His tail tensed around his waist. HE was clearly upset and wavering in judgement. He wanted to rest and wait to see a another fight.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 17, 2015 23:05:05 GMT
Articho stared at the fight in the ring, his brow furrowed in anger. This battle was going too far for his liking and this Jarvis character was taking it too seriously. His tail flicked angrily as he gripped his water glass tightly before it shattered in his grip. He was furious that the blue haired Saiyan had nearly killed someone over a simple dirty trick. It was an underground fighting tournament. Rules were few and far between in use. It was something you had to accept and move past. Articho watched the man get wheeled off in critical condition and the other man returned to his seat. The clean up crews mopped the blood up and the ring was left like nothing had ever happened. The announcer didn't come back for sometime, leaving him to do a bit more stretching and some warm ups.
"Hope your ready for this, Gleciar," he said, glancing at his Arcosian friend. "I've gotten stronger since our last bout and I don't plan to lose today." Articho smiled as the announcer finally returned.
"Sorry about that," he said in a shaky voice. "The next round will begin. Articho versus Gleciar. Will the fighters please make their way to the arena?"
"That's us," Articho said as he rolled his shoulder. "Let's get to it." The hybrid began walking to the center of the ring. He watched and heard bets being made. People were thinking Gleciar would win. He didn't let it get to him, though. Whoever betted on him would get one hell of a payout.
The hybrid walked to one side of the arena to face Gleciar. He raised his fists and wore a cocky smirk on his face. "Let's keep this clean, alright? I still need my good looks after I win." Articho finished his statement, then dashed faster than the eye could see to a position directly in front of Gleciar. He threw a swift punch towards the Arcosian's jaw, then followed up by trying to knee him in the side. If he succeeded, he would finish it by back flip kicking Gleciar's bottom jaw.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 17, 2015 23:24:11 GMT
"Relax, man. Their fight is over..." He smiled and slapped him in the back. "Its our turn now!" He downed his drink, stood up and got into the ring. "What good looks? Im the one who could be on Space Vogue." He said laughting and getting in a fighting stance.
As Arti's attack came, Gleciar blocked and grabbed his fist as it made impact, while with his other hand he pushed away his knee. He then went for a headbutt as his tail tried to coil around Articho's leg so he could pull it and make his lose balance for a good punch to the face. If that failed he would knee him in the stomach and then punch him in the face.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 2:44:06 GMT
"Yeah. The reptile edition of Space Vogue. I'd be front cover of the 'Hybrid Hotties' issue," Articho countered with a laugh. Articho dipped his head back to avoid the headbutt and wrapped his own tail around Gleciar's to stop it's advance towards his leg. "Ah ah ah," he said with a smirk. He used his free hand to block the Arcosian's knee before reaching up and pushing the punch away to the side of his head. Disentangling his hand from Gleciar's, the hybrid leapt into the air over his friend's head, aiming a ki blast at his face for good measure. Articho tried to grip the extensions on the side of Gleciar's head, using them to pull the Arcosian with him during his flip. As Articho touched back down, he would attempt to pull the Arcosian hard into the earth head first before backing away to grant him some space.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 18, 2015 3:30:34 GMT
"Im not a reptile! Im an... ice... demon... thing... Huh..." He said as he countered Arti's ki blast with his own. Then his horns where grabbed and pulled. "Auch auch auch AUCH!" He yelled as he used both legs to kick Articho in the stomach while using his tail to avoid falling, almost as if he was standing in a third leg. He then turned around and punched Articho in the nose, if it landed he would back pedal to a safe distance, if it didnt he would pull his hair then punch him in the ear and backpedal. Either way he was gonna say "Dont fucking pull my horns! Its as if i pulled your hair! NOT COOL!" He would would rub his horns and then get serious again. "Lets continue, not cheap shots... or pulls..."
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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 3:53:55 GMT
"Eh, close enough," Articho said. "You've got something like scales, I guess." Articho curled his knees up and blocked Gleciar's feet. The hybrid touched down facing the Arcosian and deflecting his blow. The hair pull, though, Articho didn't expect and his head was yanked and he hoped slightly to keep his balance. He caught the punch to his ear and threw it away before backing up himself. A wide grin was on Articho's face as he watched the Arcosian across him. "Alright, alright," he said. "No need to get your tail in a twist. No more cheap shots." The hybrid dashed back towards Gleciar quickly and threw five jabs at his face. The six jab he threw was a feint, though, and Articho used his other fist to aim an upper cut at the Arcosian's jaw. If it landed, he would follow up with an upward sidekick to throw the Arcosian higher in the air before grabbing his foot and slamming him back into the ground. If it didn't, Articho would try to trip up Gleciar by swiping his feet from underneath him, then stomping down his friend's back if he succeeded.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 18, 2015 4:13:04 GMT
Gleciar was quick about blocking the hits to his face with a series of wide motions with his arms, luckyly he moved just in time to accidentally block the uppercut. And as he counter attacked with a punch to the ribs, he felt something in his feet, which made him jump and saw Arti's own feet trying to trip him. He kicked Articho in the jaw in a upwards movement that would most likely make him flinch and then kicked back down with enough strenght to throw him to to the ground. If it worked he would stomp on his back and jump a few feet away, if he didnt, which would probably mean that his leg or feet would be caught, he would hit his ribs with his tail, then kick him in the nose with his other feet, then use the impulse from the kick to get to a safe distance. "Dude, i have no scales, im smooth~! And did you think that tripping thing would work? I always try that, i know how to reverse it... Jumping is enough..."
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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 4:30:48 GMT
Articho grunted as Gleciar punched him in the ribs. It didn't hurt too badly and it luckily left him free to focus on the now airborne Arcosian's feet. He caught the foot next to his jaw with one hand, then wrapped his own tail around Gleciar's to halt its advance, and dipped his head to the left to dodge the second foot. With both of Gleciar's legs near his head, Articho grabbed them both and wrapped his arms around them, attempting to pin them. He released the Arcosian's tail, then wrapped his own around Gleciar's waist to pin his body to the hybrid's back. Articho would try to slam his opponent into the ground in a similar fashion to wrestling before stand up and swinging Gleciar's body in front of him into the earth. If the Arcosian got free before then, then Articho would aim a swift kick to either Gleciar's back or stomach depending on which way his friend was facing to push him away and get some space.
"Tomato, tomato," Articho said, waving his hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter that it didn't work. This fight is exciting and I couldn't ask for a better one right now!"
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 18, 2015 4:53:03 GMT
With his whole body, except his tail pinned down, he used it to shift the weight on both of them making them both fall head first into the ground and for once the fact that he was so short would save him from hitting his head with with the floor. Then he would use that chance to headbutt Articho and set himself free and as he jumped to his feet and backpetaled he would shoot Ki blasts to his legs and feet to avoid letting him stand up. If it didnt work he would ram both elbows to Articho's stomach to set himself free and proceed to shoot and run.
"Yeah! This is a good fight! And i am most certainly enjoying it! Now lets go, bro!" He said getting readdy for the next exchange of blows.
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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 18, 2015 5:08:23 GMT
(Wait a minute, I'm going to have to fight that blue-furred psycho? This really isn't my day. I'm...I'm going to be limping out of here, if that, aren't I?) Benetto was visibly shaken by the brutal display shown by Jarvis, having difficulty even with his glass of water. Benetto's attention then turned to the other blue-tailed stranger looking at him. (What is it with me and people with tails, huh? They're all trying to kill me! Wait...this one doesn't seem that hostile, now that I think about it. Kinda looks a bit like my mom, actually. Weird.)
As Jarvis retreated from the arena and Articho and Gleciar began to step up, Benetto began to calm his nerves. (At least I won't have to worry about these two being psychopathic. This should be a fun match.) The two seemed to be both quick and clever, reacting to each others' styles with grace. (These two have definitely fought before, and are loving this. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get to lose to one of these two instead of that Jarvis psycho.) Benetto began to cheer on the fighters, although he wasn't quite sure which one he was cheering for most of the time. |
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Post by Articho Reville on May 21, 2015 1:43:36 GMT
Articho was falling back until he felt himself get caught at an angle. He looked over his shoulder to see Gleciar's tail holding them up. The hybrid's ankles kicked up a bit when the Arcosian headbutted them, but he simply swung his legs back down to kick him. They stayed in their position until Articho felt Gleciar's elbows slam into his ribs. He grunted and let go of his friend's legs before he began to fall again and his head smashed into the floor. He grunted again and rolled away to grant him some space. The hybrid took a standing position and faced Gleciar.
"Glad to hear, man. But I hope you know I'm not losing this match," the hybrid said before charging at Gleciar. He went low, pretending to aim for the Arcosian's leg, but quickly sprang up and over him. He aimed a kick at the back of Gleciar's head as he did and touched down onto the ground. He quickly turned and placed his hands in front of his body. A ball of green ki energy appeared
"Impact Drill!" he shouted. The ball of ki expanded into a blast pointing upward towards his friend's upper body. It would miss te bystanders and hopefully dissipate before breaking the ceiling.
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 21, 2015 2:10:35 GMT
"I have no plans of losing either!" He said as Articho charged towards him, it looked like he was going for his legs so he slpit them so he could pass bellow and be able to be hit in the face, but he didnt he jumped over him and as he tried to kick the back if his head he ducked, had he had any genitalia that would have hurt a lot, but since he didnt he simply ended in an awkward situation and as he noticed Articho charge his attack behind him he did the same as he stood up and turned around then charged towards his rival with his hand covered in his orange Ki.
When his Impact Drill shot towards him he was close enough to cut the attack in half at first as he shouted the name of the attack, as he tried to advance he was overpowered and was launched off the ring and landed on his butt. "Good damn it..." He sighed stood up and walked back to Arti with his hand extended for a handshake. "This isnt over, i want a rematch... But for now i want another drink." He got off the ring again and went back to the bar asking for more rum with coke.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 21, 2015 3:17:06 GMT
Articho felt Gleciar make an attack of his own, but it wasn't as strong as his own Impact Drill. The blast, while not enough to seriously injure Gleciar, did send him flying through the air and out of the ring.
"Ring out! Articho wins!" the announcer shouted as the hybrid's attack dissipated. Articho sucked on his teeth in contempt. That's not how he wanted to win. When the Arcosian approached him again, the half Saiyan shook his hand with a smile.
"You've got one, buddy," he replied. "That was no way to properly win. But for now, I'm gonna join you." He gave his friend a pat on the back as they reapproached the bar. The announcer immediately began announcing the next round due to the lack of blood on the ground. "This is it, folks. The final round!" he shouted. "How it's going to work is that each of our three finalists will be going at each other in a battle royale! The last fighter standing is the winner!"
"Damn, I didn't even get a drink," Articho mumbled before leaving his seat. He turned back to Gleciar. "Wish me luck."
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Post by Benetto Giri (Fluentinnerd) on May 21, 2015 5:07:20 GMT
(Well, I'm done for. One's punched a hole through a man's stomach, and the other can do the beamy thing. May as well make the best of it.) Benetto leapt from his seat, bounding into the ring with a seeming joy that ran completely contrary to his thoughts. "Regardless of who may win, let it be in the name of a fair fight! Heroes shall be decided here amongst this great crowd, as we approach the great finale! I am Accelerando, the warrior of peace and justice, and I shall stand until I can no more!"
Benetto adjusted his chipped shades, and played up the crowd, to slight success for once. (I've never had a fight quite like this one coming up before. This will be my test, to see if I can really fight for justice! I will push myself to the limits I didn't know I had! I AM BENETTO GIRI, AND I AM totally and completely going to die. Let's get this started, then. Y'know, for some reason that girl with the blue ears keeps sticking out in my mind. I mean, it's not like cat ears are super common, but I really feel like I know this person...) |
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2015 13:12:23 GMT
It was a rather moot feeling in his bones now. He didn't much care about the tournament with his mood soured and his opponents as they were. He'd not wished so much blood nor did he desire. He'd enter the ring his gloves removed but that one hand was still soaked crimson His face and upper body were smeared with blood from his little reflection moment. When he'd wiped the sweat away he'd wiped blood on his body suit and his face. He offered no jest no rally for a crowd. He just looked at them both. One then the other. Before muttering to himself a bit. "Entertainment at its finest is it not?" Recalling how often in his studies such acts seemed to appear as distractions and attraction to common folks. A seedy underbelly always eager like moths to a flame to see blood spilled. Knowing the human reaction would cause people to gasp as if worried or scared. But many coming for that exact reason to see it. Even if they couldn't even admit it to themselves beyond a instinctual level.
He's feel himself going a bit distant having trouble focusing clearly. He wanted to calm what was happening but he couldn't Enemies stood before him now. An that was all there was too it as saiyan brenchian blood boiled in his veins. Wasting little time as he drew in a heavy centered breath. Lighting oxygen on fire as he let it out of his lungs. Firing a hefty stream of fire for the Benetto Giri. His senses wanted the other saiyan. Or half whatever he was. It had a tail and Jarvis needed a fight now badly. Lightly in a battle shock from what ha happened earlier to him. He'd fire the blast from his lips clacking his teeth to gather after it fired wasting little time as he'd jet straight for the man encase he tried to dodge the blast. Hoping to send fist into the giri's face or throat. He had no idea really if this one was a weaker creature or stronger like some. Maybe the blow would miss maybe work and throw the giri out of the ring. Maybe break the neck of the boy he really didn't care at hte moment these were fighters in a arena and he wanted this one gone to face the saiyan.
"I want to fight the saiyan blooded one! Get out!" He'd roar as he made his attempt and attack. It was likely if he didn't sate this rage he'd feel the need to vent it elsewhere. A ring out wouldn't mean he'd stop moving.
[n1 Breath of fire: 33% Charged and Used 2,300 pl Attack]
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