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Right arm snapping to jolt Dzan on the left side of his face - considering the punctured eye he probably wouldn't even see it coming.


+++Well, Dzan may not have completely seen it coming, but he knew it would. It was that instinct to predict and determine your opponent's moves. Especially when you were so close to them and could feel the way their muscles reacted to the situation. Now to Dzan there was only two ways to handle this young upstart. He throw his own fist downwards, gravity aiding the appendage as well as the strength behind it, and just smash the guy down to the ground again as he took his own hit. Or the other one; which Dzan loved to do to his opponents.

+++Thus as the man came shooting upwards Dzan's right arm lifted up and then slammed down towards his side. The hook that came flying into him wouldn't slam into face but into his ribs as metallic arm blocked metallic arm with a resounding clash of metal, but Dzan didn't stop. As that fist would slam into the ribs Dzan wrapped the right arm around and hooked in. Now he had two arms as the man was coming up to regain his feet. Only to have Dzan's entire head slamming forward into his own. Dzan was a brutal fighter for sure and if it wasn't for Tech Adepts that he had hired long long ago he would've been an absolutely ugly bruiser similar to Ebris. Regardless, blood would spill as the head would pound into his opponents face over and over. Their bodies close together that even if a knee or a kick was thrown he'd be able to block it on feel along. Sure, his opponent could grip into his flesh and try to tear it away or aim for his kidney, but he'd have to contend with his brain rolling around in its cage.

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As the predator moved around to circle him, he merely pivoted on his center of gravity as he took short strafes. This allowed him to face her at all times. Meanwhile his baiting was working. His somersault had landed him much closer to the jukebox and the pool table. Her positioning in her initial strike with another kick placed her about half way between the two items mentioned above, though she wasn't quite close enough to them yet. His upper body leaned back, his weight shifting to his left leg as his right leg raised from the ground. In one fluid motion, the leg raised to align the hip with the heel of the foot. And as she would be recovering, he would deliver a fierce side kick, aimed for her hip nearest him. This kick was strong enough to hurt, and send her into a back pedal, though unless she already had poor balance from recovering her own leg from it's kick, she wouldn't fall. Needless to say the feint and follow up elbow wouldn't see the light of day.

Hit or miss, his leg would retract as swift as it had extended his heel for her hip. Planting back onto the floor he would resume his stance with ease. If she was sent into a back pedal or feel, he would pursuit her, though if she blocked or evaded, he would allow her to come at him again. She was trying to dominate him with her legs, and she was wise to do it. Though he would hold his composure. As soon as he received a proper invitation, he would enjoy driving her to a position where she would be stuck between a rock and a hard place...Or rather, a piece of furniture or a wall, and Jinsoku.
Feeling the brawler's arms ravel his own as a simple thrust of the body brought the two too collide. Not so much their bodies rather their heads as Dzan Pulled back then shot forth to deliver a concussive smash of the head.

Like two pieces of wood the proverbial knock rendered Hideo dismayed. It wasn't the sheer fact of force rather the unwavering persistence of his opponent. Sniffling what blood he could as it trickled down his nostril. Tasting the bitter solvent of blood as Dzan would try again. Naturally, Hideo's hands gripped what they could once Dzan had his arms under his control. Allowing Dzan to close the distance with his second headbutt - Hideo would use the momentum as well as one quick and explosive use of weight vs balance as his foot depressed the surface.

Snapping his head to his right as Dzan's head bashed Hideo's left trap, nicking his left ear. A short grunt could be heard as Hideo lifted and bent back - his back arching in full curvature as he performed an astonishing belly-to-belly suplex. Pulling Dzan over his left shoulder as Hideo turned to the left , slightly, whilst in the air. Holding Dzan in place so that his face would come in full contact with the pit's surface once they finished their short descent.

Gravity taking its course, once Dzan found his head colliding with the pit surface - Hideo might have a chance at releasing his arms for once. Toppling on top of Dzan as to make sure the head hit concrete, Hideo would rip his arm's free from Dzan at which point Dzan may be experiencing some disorienting after effects. Retracting his appendages Hideo would shoot them back towards Dzan in a salvo of punches. Right, left, right, he thought...everything else absent from his mind.
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Like two pieces of wood the proverbial knock rendered Hideo dismayed. It wasn't the sheer fact of force rather the unwavering persistence of his opponent. Sniffling what blood he could as it trickled down his nostril. Tasting the bitter solvent of blood as Dzan would try again. Naturally, Hideo's hands gripped what they could once Dzan had his arms under his control. Allowing Dzan to close the distance with his second headbutt - Hideo would use the momentum as well as one quick and explosive use of weight vs balance as his foot depressed the surface.

Snapping his head to his right as Dzan's head bashed Hideo's left trap, nicking his left ear. A short grunt could be heard as Hideo lifted and bent back - his back arching in full curvature as he performed an astonishing belly-to-belly suplex. Pulling Dzan over his left shoulder as Hideo turned to the left , slightly, whilst in the air. Holding Dzan in place so that his face would come in full contact with the pit's surface once they finished their short descent.

User Image+++CRACK! Blood spilled forth from his opponent and he went for it again. He felt the weight shift. He slammed forward again and....MISS! He'd inwardly growl at the awkward position, but then he had the best idea. The man's ear was right there. The weight would begin to shift and he'd begin to lift off the ground. This kid was strong, but he was new. He had morals it seemed. He was reserving himself and not releasing everything. To lose hope was freedom. To lose morality was freedom. To lose one self in the fight. Now THAT was freedom. Thus, as he felt the floor coming towards him he'd turn his head. No, he wouldn't face it when he'd slam into the ground.

+++The thud of bodies hitting the ground would be heard, but Dzan still didn't let go and despite the thud that would make most people wilt beneath the onslaught his opponent would feel one thing. A massive amount of pain as Dzan's teeth latched onto the entire ear of his opponent and began to grind it down beneath his teeth for yanking his head backwards. The ear was one of those appendages that most people aimed to save and it was a massive amount of pain and blood. You lose your ear and you lose your life most people saw it. Thus, Dzan played on what most humans had as an inner instinct. Save the ear, save face, stop the maiming. All the kid had to do was say stop or someone was going to have to graft him a new ear because despite punches or anything Dzan wasn't letting go. He'd take a beating to maim this gakker.
Feeling his own thin flesh mend with the teeth of Dzan, Hideo cursed at his own folly. When his left hand smacked the face it wouldn't retract as it only clutched the upper throat - his warm digits brushing under his chin. Once his left hand felt full and the flexing of Dzan's muscles were clutched Hideo tightened his right fist while an evil grimace overwhelmed his face. The pain subsidized by the shear anger he assumed as he yelped.

"I dont need this ******** ear."

Exclaiming while simultaneously clenching the throat of Dzan, to hold him down, as he exhaled and ripped his head away from Dzan. Blood slapping against Dzan's face as he held the majority of Hideo's ear between his teeth. Blood dripping from his apathetic face, maybe he had gotten the fix he wanted. Nevertheless Hideo could lose the ear, and it wouldn't stop him from what transgressed.

Concurrent motion as his right came like a laser from the sky. Bashing that bloody divot Dzan use to call his right eye as Hideo came to a towering position. Clutching the throat as he delivered blow after blow to the right side of Dzan's face. Equal prosthetic power forcing waves of demolishing impact. Maximized by the efficiency of his prosthetic. Each blow in tandem as they progressively got stronger, or Dzan's face was just getting weaker. Like a building on the verge of collapsing Hideo wanted to punch a hole through this man, for no reason it was just equivalent exchange. Thusly, forwarding his weight to his left arm as he aimed to hold Dzan steady while he viciously trained Dzan's face with straight rights. Dzan may have been able to kick his legs around or even wiggle his hips but only because Hideo reserved all his weight to hold Dzan at the neck while puncturing Dzan's deepest regret - morality. This fight would end in three ways - If Dzan surrendered, or if Hideo beat Dzan to s**t until he passed out from exhaustion and blood loss, or someone interrupted the brawl, otherwise it was ongoing.

Wet drops of blood painting whatever object, or fabric, or even flesh that was available, as a crimson river flowed down the left side of Hideo. Through it all his composure remained but his eyes shifted. A true beast of prey.
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Dapper Raider

H l D E O

Wet drops of blood painting whatever object, or fabric, or even flesh that was available, as a crimson river flowed down the left side of Hideo. Through it all his composure remained but his eyes shifted. A true beast of prey.

+++Dzan would spit the maimed ear straight back into his opponents face as a massive punch slammed into his face. Dzan was barely able to breath from the force against his throat but the man was basically standing with his weight on his neck. Dzan would eat one more punch and a louder crack would be heard. Swelling already beginning as a cheekbone fractured, but that was all Dzan would take as he'd ball up.

+++As the next one would happen Dzan would tuck his legs and move slightly. The punch missing and that's when he'd use what flexibility he had left to bring his knees up towards his chin and then suddenly twist and roll. He'd rip his throat away from the hand, trails of blood where nails would try to keep claim on it flowing forth and with the sudden momentum of the punch that would miss from the movement Dzan would throw the guy to the ground and suddenly have him in an arm bar. The arm was already weakened and with Dzan straining against the joint with not only human power but cybernetics that were laced throughout muscles, let's not forget a completely fake arm, he'd quickly begin to overpower the tendons and joints to the point of fracture.
Struck with his own ear.

The first crack affirmed his target, the second came from the metallic knuckles imprinting the pit's surface. Enough to make a mark as Hideo felt his arm being engulfed and his body shifted. Instinctively his right clasped the left creating a rectangle - fighting the strength of both arms and the arching of Dzan's back to cement his arm bar - while throwing his weight to his left rotating his own hips.

Wasn't long before Hideo lost his arm to the arm bar but once he felt Dzan fall flat on the pit, Hideo shot up, using his left shoulder as a focal point. The feet carrying his body over Dzan, as well as Dzan's own action of pulling on Hideo's left arm. Flexibility would create a way for Hideo to turn the table. Maybe it was the training he underwent at the Rock Fist, maybe the few times he debuted in HoH, rather the random string of events that left him fighting in various hand-to-hand combat circuits and tournaments, or even winning last year's Iron Fist tournament. Nevertheless the experience was there and it behooved Dzan to recognize another seasoned fighter. Not that Hideo demanded it , His mind absent of thought.

Rolling over his opponent, Hideo would place his right knee in the ground just to the right of Dzan's face as Hideo's left foot fell flat on the pit just to the left of Dzan. Like a fluid motion from air to finish, Hideo transitioned as he reversed his grip, adjusted his left and hooked his right arm on the left arm of Dzan so that both arms clutched Dzan's. Rolling back as he brought his right leg up to lay atop Dzan's torso while his left simply collapsed ontop of Dzans neck/upper chest. Cranking Dzan's left arm with ease given the direction of motion and momentum until Hideo completed a reverse arm bar. Legs flexing forcing Dzan still as Hideo pulled against the joint. Now given the physical construct of Dzan's arm meant a higher durability to strength but like Dzan, Hideo coupled his human strength with that of his prosthetic to create enough force to snap the prosthetic in two - or attempt. The hardware cracking under stress and whatever physical makeup the arm was would surely be tested as Hideo strained his arm bar.

Veins arising on every visible piece of flesh as he flexed. Gritting his teeth as he pulled. Exerting everything he had into this arm. Sooner or later...it was going to break. If Dzan was lucky, his prosthetics' were absent of pain...if not, he would undergo a horrid experience in anatomy.

*A light reference if needed, for visuals. x *
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H l D E O

Veins arising on every visible piece of flesh as he flexed. Gritting his teeth as he pulled. Exerting everything he had into this arm. Sooner or later...it was going to break. If Dzan was lucky, his prosthetics' were absent of pain...if not, he would undergo a horrid experience in anatomy.

*A light reference if needed, for visuals. x *

+++Dzan would grin all the more as his own arm bar was reversed and that meant his left arm, his non-cybernetic, would be torqued beyond recognition, but Dzan wasn't done just yet. His own right arm would grab his wrist as his legs got up and under himself and he'd pick up his opponent as he stood and would proceed to slam his head and neck into the ground while taking a step back each time. Where was he going? His muscles would be flexing, his arm trying not to get broken as Dzan fought against an armbar with all his might as he took the steps back and he slammed Hideo into the ground. Where was he going? Well, if the kid didn't let go any time soon he'd shove his way outside of the cage and slam the back of the man's head onto the concrete instead of the somewhat padded interior of said cage.
Multiplicity.

Forming his arm bar, Hideo would feel Dzan lift him up. Not only was this man brutally durable but exponentially strong. His body tensing at the action that flowed next, but Hideo did not care as he felt that arm pop in places naked to the eye.

SLAM

The first reaction was that Hideo took much of the force to the latter end of his head, curling his head downward, chin dinging into his chest as his upper back was the first point of contact when slammed on the ground. It left a feeling of a baseball bat being disintegrated upon his upper shoulders. Indeed it hurt and forced an evaluation of what to come as he gripped the arm of Dzan even tighter. Before Dzan took another lift, Hideo retracted his right leg and launched it forth keeping Dzan's left arm in check. Aiming to bash Dzan in the head, more or less the chin as the kick came from under his visual spectrum to produce a concussive stun. If the up kick was successful then Hideo would abandon his grip on Dzan's arm as he used his other foot to push himself away from Dzan, using the brawlers body as leverage.

Rolling backwards into a tactical crouch, his right knee resting on the surface as his arms immediately snapped to hover around his face. His crimson hues peering through his limbs to see the damage that was concocted. This being the only moment among many where Hideo assessed his own damages. A bruising shot to the kidney, the absence of an ear, and a pain that outlined his entire upper body as he took a few breaths. Blood still trickling down his head, left knuckles scraped and cut from the blows.

If Dzan chose to leave things be, then Hideo would rise up and drop his fists to compliment the brawler on an exceptionally bloody bout - other wise Hideo would await Dzan's charge.
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If Dzan chose to leave things be, then Hideo would rise up and drop his fists to compliment the brawler on an exceptionally bloody bout - other wise Hideo would await Dzan's charge.


+++Dzan would indeed be caught off guard by that and would be kicked backwards. Stumbling slightly up against the cage before he came forth once again. His fists already being thrown up as he began to close the distance, but then he'd notice his opponent dropping his fists and he'd merely chuckle. The sound was actually filled with mirth. It just showed the man before him that the fight was just that. A fight and nothing more. Dzan never took slith personal. He was a man that fought for a gakking living.

+++A small nod of his head and he'd begin to walk back through the gate. He'd grab some random gakkers towel and rub himself off before he'd replace the button up shirt, rolling up said sleeves, and then draping the vest back over it. From there he'd begin to disappear within the crowd again. No words. No sounds. Dzan had just been there to watch and fight and thus he'd probably end back up in the bleachers again. Now, if his opponent went around asking who the gak it was he just fought the words would be simple. 'Dzan Streea. You're lucky he called it quits and didn't maim you worse than an ear.'
Rising up as his fists uncurled from there tense position, Hideo only smirked before exiting the cage. Silence as the two came to a cross road. Before Dzan split to go his way, and Hideo the other, one word escaped his lips.

"Hideo.."

His path ending at the table of which he placed his jacket. Removing the burnt out cig from the ashtray as he attempted to light it again. The cool miasma growing in size as he slipped his jacket on. Now what to do with his ear? as he stood and starred at the blank concrete wall. Removing the cig from the corner of his mouth taking in the pain.

His moment of reflection would be contrasted by the end of his cig. Smashing it in the ashtray he would disappear to the 1st floor of the Club, finding his way towards the bathroom so that he may clean the blood up and see exactly his wounds.
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User Image Samayou did the opposite of what Quan though he would in this side choke lock but it still cause damage none the less. He felt him push down with his strength and thought he was gonna tighten the hold but instead he reared back in to a jump. Quan saw the lights above as he was taken for a ride and brought down hard. The force the impact was cushioned some by his larger opponent but he still felt the pain of being slammed upon his back.

But Samayou wasn't done, he put his huge body over Quan's with his knees pressing in to his right side. Another time someone would panic but Quan didn't struggling would only waste his energy. Before the full hold was put on he quickly put one hand upon his chest with a partially closed fist as the mountain man moved over it. It was like a boulder was set upon him, it's full weight bring bearing down.It seem as Quan's early attack had not effect him, but for a moment or to Samayou did not act. Instead he took a few harsh breaths,Quan's attack did have a effect. With that knowledge Quan had not other choice but to use those arts.The hand that he put against his chest before being taken hold up shuffled and move. He had enough room for one finger and that's all he needed, he took in another sharp breath as he than pushed the finger against the chest of Samayou, at the same time he released the breath. Quan's fingers were far from normal trained in ShaolinQuan's 72 arts this was Yizhi Jin or metal finger in English tongue. The finger was trained day and night to reach a state of strength and durability that could pierce solid brick, he pushed the finger against Samayou's chest and at the same time he proceed to try and roll over to his left, by doing this he was hoping to scare Samayou's hold away when he felt himself tipping and would thrust a hand out to catch himself, thus giving Quan a quick room to slide out and moved back before he got caught again.
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Watching Dzan leave was a slight relief, but Hideo emerged soon after covered in blood...leaving Jay to visibly cringe at the thought of what might of transpired between them. Fishing out a fresh smoke she would light it and follow the leather clad fighter, unaware of how bad the wounds actually were.

Quietly moving through the people as they closed in behind the two bloodied men, having allowed them to pass in the first place, the woman had decided not to make her presense known. More or less because she was not exactly sure how it would be taken. Reaching the first floor she was stopped by the fact Hideo went into the bathroom, Jay of course was hesitant to follow him any further for obvious reasons.

"....Damn..."

She muttered, wanting to help if she could.
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Samayou "The Mountain" Tamashii
Location: The Ring
Status: Fighting

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With both combatants in the struggle Sama spent what time he had to breathe, letting his mind get use to the now slated idea that every vibration through his torso would sting. Once this knowledge had been accepted with in that millisecond of time, he was good to push on. In the mean time Quan had managed to squeeze his left (No detail was given on if it was the right or left hand, I am assuming it was your free hand, IE the left hand.) hand in between Sama's chest and his own. He felt the wiggle of a finger, and knew what was to come. Monks in the region use to train their body parts to be as hard as steel, it was a deadly art.

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. He had enough room for one finger and that's all he needed, he took in another sharp breath as he than pushed the finger against the chest of Samayou, at the same time he released the breath. Quan's fingers were far from normal trained in ShaolinQuan's 72 arts this was Yizhi Jin or metal finger in English tongue. The finger was trained day and night to reach a state of strength and durability that could pierce solid brick, he pushed the finger against Samayou's chest and at the same time he proceed to try and roll over to his left,-


Sama could feel the pressure and the shift of weight and at this stage of the game it was tactics over strength. Sama would jerk back slightly just as Quan pushed and rolled to his left, thus putting his back to Sama in hopes of escape! This lee way was granted because Sama did not want a steel finger stabbing him in the sternum, and because it would give his foe the idea that he could escape. However the big man had a long reach and was tucked tightly on his knees when he backed up so as soon as Quan was rolled onto his left shoulder Sama pounced like a Russian Bear. Big strong hands would attempt to wrap around Quan's head and neck. The body of a near 370 pound Devil would attach to his back and crush him face down into the mat! Powerful legs would sprawl out behind Sama for balance so he would now pin Quan down with simple weight alone.

Position before Submission....except Sama was not going for the submission....and so if all went according to plan this far, no hesitation would occur.

Out of nowhere his right hand jerked back and a hail merry of right hands would hook down to the back of Quan's head and right ear! Sama did this but ensured that his left arm stayed firmly near Quan's head, aiming to control it by any means to keep him from squirming around. He also kept his body low and on top of Quan, ensuring the pressure and weight stayed on so that the lads lungs could not fully expand, slowly wearing him out.

The brutality of which Sama now moved was on par to being mauled by a bear, but a-lot meaner!

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