After his round in GTB he decided he needed a new place to roam and annoy people. The fight with that evil succubus was tough, weired, naughty, but he quickly got bored and let her win. He didn't want to hurt that pretty face or body and gave the win to her. He felt good about himself, giving out charity and helping people out. Nothing could ruin his good mood today. Nothing!
"I'm surprised you can walk straight after that succubus had a death grip on your balls and molested you. She even got you down on your knees in front of her. I know you had something planned, but you lost it when she put her hand down your pants."
I hate her...
Yeah, he lost and liked it. Not the death grip part....maybe a little.
Cicily looked over as she watched Bishop walk away. She had to tell him about herself sooner or later. She pushed her hair from her face as she ignored her aching feelings, the pain in her chest. She picked up her glass of water, and soon had it full again, and started to sip at the ice cold water once more. She hated how much water she had to drink, or else she would surely die. She smirked as she thought about it, and then set the glass down. She looked up to see another woman walk in. She looked her up and down, and was about to welcome her and get her a drink, when Bishop beat her to it. She raised an eyebrow as the two talked. It seemed as if they knew each other. She had never seen her before, who was this person? She didn’t remember her at the Carnival. Maybe one of the other women Bishop had seen while she was gone. She understood, a man had needs, and she knew how he was around a beautiful woman. She sighed as she tried to push back the thought of the two, and in return, got a handful of frozen glass.
Blinking, she soon dumped the glass into the bucket, and then washed the blood from her hands. Thankfully, it just scratched her, and nothing too bad. She looked over to Bishop as him and the other woman walked down to the pit. She raised an eyebrow, and tossed the towel she had used over her shoulder as she watched them disappear downstairs. Who was she? She looked around as she saw a few of the others talking and conversing. The Tourney would start in the next day or so, and she would have to be on sight. Maybe then, the woman would not be such a mystery. She wiped her hands off, and walked over to the first aid kit on the wall, and pulled out a small bandage. She soon lined her palms with the bandages, and then went back to working at the bar. Then he curiosity got the best of her, as she grabbed up her water, and sat down, looking down into the pit. She adjusted on the stool, and leaned on the bars, looking down.
Hideo would stumble in a drunken stoop, Barely attaching to those around him as he brandished a consistent smirk at everything he glanced at. Hunching over as he tripped through a few people before coming to gather himself on a table. His metallic palm gripping the wood, engraving its mark with each increasing squeeze. It wasn't until his mental process was interrupted by the voice he recognized.
Her voice commanding and direct...typical of someone like her. He only sifted through the crowd to find her origin. Voice clear as day but not visible. Until he found her position. Hues constraining on her body like a snake. Lust and feelings of natural instinct would fill the void he had, though this was counteracted by the level of consciousness he presumed. Huffing in frustration as his digits curled into a fist, she was mad indeed but it wasn't until Hideo noticed who her opposition that he trembled in anxiety.
Hideo would be stunned, physically while mentally he viewed everything that transpired. His cigs to the lighter, to the brief moment of tension. This wasn't going to end up well considering Jay's potential and Alex's potential. Each woman possessing completely opposite abilities and characteristics but seemingly found balance, and that balance seemed to be Hideo - at least his personal things anyway. Awkwardly to intervene but Hideo knew Jay had a big day tomorrow, especially with the Beatdown happening so sudden. In that instant he was reminded he signed up for it - he had been all over the realms of Gaias Prime and he forgot he had signed up for it.
A scowl was produced when his hues fixated on the pulling back of Alex's arm. In that moment everything seemed to fade from existence. It was just Hideo shooting forth with a paramount burst of speed. Metallic arm retracting as his muscles flexed in syncopation. His body would appear before Alex, right hand gripping her fist as he fought her inhuman strength. Left foot digging into the wooden floor as he held her against the rails that surrounded the transparent looking glass below.
He barked as he tossed her fist to the side. Then raising his arm to point towards the exit. Eyes shifting to and fro' - ushering for her to leave.
Silence followed shortly before lowering his arm. He would not move until Alex exited in her own rage-full pity. He would not dare mix up the patrons of this bar in his own personal plight. Once Alex left he would sigh , dropping his shoulders and turning to face Jay. Apologetically he replied.
"I am sorry for that - she can get...primal sometimes..."
That smirk would appear as he scratched the back of his head while his left arm swayed to his side. All was balanced again, set right so that the night could continue and build for the climax tomorrow. The Beatdown was going to happen, and everyone could not wait...not even Hideo.
With no other words. Bishop rushed forward. His opening attack being a right stright. Trying to fish between her guard and into her face. Whether he hit his mark or not, his fist would retract so long as nothing stopped it, and his body would torque swiftly as his left side flew forward, his right leg holding his weight as his left leg raised it's foot off of the ground, his knee erecting as it would rocket for Sana's right side. Depending on the reaction from his opening punch, her side would be left wide open for that knee. And he was doubtful she could hurt him enough in one hit to stop him from his actions. This Bishop would be much more intimidating than the one she faced with weapons. This was his domain. This was his style of combat. And with no weapons or armor to keep him from his opponent, he was primed to take a beating while he ripped them to shreds! It was a damn shame he couldn't have fought Dzaek here on his terms. Otherwise he'd dust his a** off every time. If she still wasn't sure, Sana would find herself in this friendly match. Each and every human held within the will to survive against any odds. Did she have what it took to understand it when it showed it's face to her? Did she have the guts to let that primal drive take over? Bishop did.
Jay whipped her gaze away from the woman in time to see Hideo grab her arm and sstop what was about to happen. The brawler was somewhat surprised at the strong smell of liquor that came off him, she had not witnessed him drunk before, since they had not known eachother very long. Either way she was grateful for his intervention, it had saved her from fighting only a day before her first match, leaving her to save her energy.
Even better was the fact he told the other woman to leave, the slightly smug look on Jay's face was a tribute to a small win. What she had won was not really known, but the woman was sure she had just made a new enemy...just another name on the list right?
She wouldn't even respond to the woman's prior outburst, deciding that if she wanted to know her name she could watch the fights...or better yet, just forget about it. Jay wasn't about to tell her anything, and now wouldn't have to.
"You...have some weird friends man."
She would comment to Hideo as she finally relaxed a little, flashing him a soft smile before ordering a drink. She needed to get alcohol in her system before thw next challange happened. Jay was never a nice person while sober...tending to snap easily and confuse everyone for demons...you know the usual stuff.
Elesana knew she wouldn't be able to think things through in this match. She would have to rely on instinct and first reactions. Years of making a V step muscle memory paid off as she did a V step forward, leading with her left foot, taking her out of the way of Bishop's punch and putting her close to him at his right side. She was out of range for his knee now, unless he completely pivoted on his foot and did a full 180. She wouldn't give him the chance, though. After completing her V step, with her left foot in the lead now, she would twist her torso to her left and then drive her right elbow into Bishop's stomach. If it hit, it would more than likely hurt as well as knock the wind out of him. If he didn't put his foot down fast enough, it would probably knock him a little off balance as well.
Perhaps Bishop would notice that this Elesana was a little different than the one he faced at Hell's Stride. She was faster and stronger than before, thanks to Garen's training. More importantly, she had more drive. She had wanted to win the last tournament, sure, but she knew deep down that she could only do her best. Now, she wanted this win. She wanted to beat Bishop this time to prove she had it in her.
She reacted, he knew she would. Though her reaction varied greatly from his initial thoughts. Of course with her changing in position he wouldn't be foolish enough to pull through with his knee. Canceling his attack, his foot slammed into the flooring of the pit. Bouncing on the ball of his foot as his right leg repeled the packed dirt beneath it, pushing Bishop barely off of the ground, but forward. With a battle cry he would see her elbow come, and his own form of IAI was used to push the air from his lungs. Preparing to combat the effects of winding.
He barked viciously as his cocked right fist was deploy, his shoulder rotating to bring his right back into the lead as he aimed an over head punch into roughly the top of Sana's dome. Attacking in her blind spot while she was distracted attacking him. The blow to the stomach would lag him for a moment as he secured his footing. Though he was ready to defend the entire time.
Elesana took a large step back almost immediately after her elbow hit him, attempting to disengage. If she stayed in a range this close for too long, it wouldn't bode well for her. She knew from grappling in FMA sessions that she had to step back to regroup every so often or she would be too caught up to fight effectively. It was a good thing that she stepped back when she did, too, as Bishop's fist came down in front of her face, almost brushing her nose. It was so sudden and unexpected that she had the twitch reaction of blinking and flinching back. She stood out of his range with her arms up in a guard again, fists level with her shoulders. She looked at Bishop, green eyes looking for an opening while holding the challenge for him to come at her again. She stood with her right leg a little forward, knees bent to keep her center lower for a more stable base. She had a faint smile dancing on her lips, an excited energy brightening her eyes.
She was enjoying this right now.
It was so sudden and unexpected that she had the twitch reaction of blinking and flinching back.
Bishop's punch missed, through he kept on his forward momentum as he wouldn't stop their. Recovering from her flinch, She would be already face with Bishop bringing his left side forward again as his right fist withdrew, setting back into it's own guard. All the while Bishop's shoulder had rolled, his fist coming in from below. A harsh uppercut threatening Sana's stomach. Not her gut, her literal stomach, somewhere around the chest cavity. He packed enough punch to try and wind her, or even make her sick....hell he wouldn't be surprised if she took a direct hit and blacked out from the pressure and lack of air. Though he was sure to restrain from added enough force to do more than bruise her. After all, this was a friendly spar anyway.....Right?
And this was exactly why Sana had to disengage every so often, especially when fighting someone stronger than her. She saw the upper cut too late, and all she could do was try to get back. Even though she was faster than before, she wasn't fast enough, taking the punch to her stomach hard enough to force her breath out. She stumbled back farther, mouth open in a silent expression of pain, gaping like a fish as she tried to get air into her lungs.
Spirits, she hated being winded! She hated it more than a punch to the head. Where the latter would leave her a little stunned, she could still move and orient herself. Being winded, however, left her feeling weak and made her go a little light headed. Out of reflex, her left arm reached across her stomach, hand lightly on her right side so that her forearm covered her stomach. She kept her eyes on Bishop, not trusting him to leave her be as she recovered. She didn't know anyone who would do so except in a training type environment.
Elesana kept her right arm up to use as a block if need be. Finally, she could take shallow breaths and her left arm joined her in her guard. Once she had air back in her lungs, she could regroup. She wasn't going to let this hit throw the fight for her.
She wanted this more than that.
Bishop let her stumble back, though he didn't give her the moment she required to fully recover. No. In the pit, there was no pity. There was only violence, blood, chaos. This wasn't just to test Sana's growth, this fight was to prepare her for the horrors she had signed up for. It was just a taste of the batter left in the bowl, after the cake had been placed in the oven. Bishop admired her heart, but right now it was an issue of Pride. Something he had oh so much of. With no hesitation he would come at her. He noticed her left hand holding her gut and her right hand ready to defend. When he came at her, he proceeded with a right feint. One that was preparing to open her up for a much more devastating opportunity.
If she took the bait and attempted to block the punch, his fist would sink under her guard, snaking out horizontally as he would grab her right side with his right hand as he slid around her to throw his left arm around her left side. His hand met each other in front of her as they clinched onto one another for dear life. As desperate as a horny bulldog trying to 'lock up'. She had a split moment to try and get free before she would feel the ground move from beneath her. Swiftly her world would turn up side down as he hoisted her from the ground and dropped straight back in a German Suplex. If he managed to execute this move and drop her on her head, chances where she would be ready to give or incapacitated. Either way he would release her and give her space as he recovered back into his guard. He would be sure of if she could or would continue before he continued bringing the hurt.
Elesana didn't move to block the feint. It wasn't that she knew it was a feint, though. For all she knew, he was actually punching her. However, her escrima training kicked in faster than her thought to block, and she V stepped again. She stepped left and forward, as she did before, having to push off harder with her right foot than usual and twist to bring her left foot in the lead. She took her left arm away from her stomach. She couldn't baby herself, and deep down, she knew that reflexively. After all, hadn't she pushed through taking a rock to the ribs before? She was getting shallow breaths by now, and it made her look almost like she was panting.
As she stepped forward quickly, she lowered her right fist and aimed a punch at his lower right ribs. She used the momentum of her step added to the force of her punch to hit his hanging ribs as hard as she could. If she was lucky, perhaps they would break. If she at least landed the hit, it would definitely hurt and maybe bruise him. If she didn't land the hit, at least she had avoided taking another hit, and she would take two quick steps away from him and face him with a slight left foot lead and her hands up in a guard.
She just felt that cold, indifferent connection he blessed upon her. She was always helpless to his crimson stare and with that her attitude instantly adjusted. Though primal as she was she could never do anything to hurt him. That was her honest feelings about him but it didn't mean they were meant for eachother, it was just a connection that lived within the planes of this world, love that just never died...as she always hoped it was mutual. Lowering her arm without defeat as he glanced at him with those undying eyes.
Her silence was her reply, his anger turning into a commanding shout of disappointment. Bringing a wave of sadness as she knew, somehow, that he was not ready to move on. Lowering her other arm as she grabbed her things and stormed out of the club. Maybe he was with someone else, or maybe he was not ready to talk, but this was not the last time they would find eachother. She could smell him wherever he was and they would meet again. Taking one last look at him through the crowd of people as she stood at the exit. Her body disappearing in a blink of an eye. And like that she was a memory to all.
Samayou "The Mountain" Tamashii
Loxcation: The Arena side
After a quick breather from his match he would stroll to the ring near him and begin to watch. His eyes locked on Bishop as he eyed every technique. He was not so much concerned with the female combatant but more so with the man's progress. They had never gotten to finish their training but by the looks of it Bishop was beyond such trivial things. The lad just needed experience now.