The Chagulia, once The Sakoya (Open)

[Gallerin]

"Alright!"

He says standing up from the couch. dropping his heavy winter gear leaving him in his usual t-shirt, faded jeans and high tops. Hi shaggy brown hair falls past his ears and his laughing blue eyes are now visable.

"So any rules?"

[Tankie Sakoya]

Lifting from his seat he'd crack his knuckles a bit. Doing nothing further to ready himself, but that. The classic knuckle crack. There was no need to remove clothing or add any. He was happy with the simple red t shirt he wore, along with grey sweat pants. Coveting his feet simply all white air forces. An odd change from his usual ornate foot wear.

"Just two. No magic, and no killing. Now follow me." With this said, he'd motion for Ab to follow him into the newly renovated, arena. The same arena that hadn't seen any action since opening day.

[Gallerin]

"Sounds simple enough"

He says while following KC towards the arena.

[Tankie Sakoya]

|| Ugh. Sorry we can't start this now, but I gotta go for the night. ||[/size[

[Gallerin]

{S'alright you can just post when you get back}

[Tankie Sakoya]

The two would have made their way through the double doors leading into the arena. Spectator seats on the left, and right side.

Let's not get into further detail about the arena. Basically it was about the size of a football field, the floor fabricated from cement. The ceiling largely covered by a sky window, but since the snowfall had covered most of the window, and KC was far too lazy to do anything about, much of the arena was covered in shadows. The black male would be at the center of the arena now, turning to face his soon to be advisory.

"The challenger always attacks first." He stated with a small grin.

[Gallerin]

He climbs into the arena and faces KC.

"So in other words me right?"

He says spreading his feet apart and arms hanging loosely at his sides.

[Tankie Sakoya]

"Of course ..."

His grin would evolve into a smile, as the excitement for battle swelled up inside of him. He wouldn't make a full out stance, but instead clench his hands into loose fist. Spreading his feet about shoulder width apart. Rotating his hips so his right side faced, Ab at an angle.

" Wheneva' you're ready .."

[Gallerin]

"Aye g'vner"

He says in a bad british accent. He crouchs as in getting ready to jump, but instead he sprints forwards slightly bent over. He brings his fist back for a swing at KC's jaw but fients and brings his elbow into his stomach just above the left hip.

[Tankie Sakoya]

He charged.

Brown pools narrowing on his advancing opponent, KC would soon make his action. Before the first attack would even be displayed. His body suddenly bolted forward, as he ensued in a charge as well. With KC's charge the distance would be closed immediately, with gritted teeth he'd bring his guard up to block, but to his dismay the hook was nothing more then a feint, AB coming in for an elbow to KC's hip. KC witnessing all of this as his eyes would never leave the form of his opponent.

The two were close, about half a foots length away from each other. With this factor it would take little time for, KC to twist his hip, and throw his body forward forcefully for a shoulder charge that would throw his oppressor to the cement floor, before his elbow would even connect. Still should the elbow make it's mark, he'd feel the pain a slight bruise surfacing. However even if the elbow landed it should do little in aiding, AB in avoiding the shoulder charge.

"RAAH!"

[Gallerin]

As the gap narrows between them AB realizes that KC is no ordinary fighter. As the two come within inches of each other he drops to his back and slides between KC's legs. he trys to grab KC's ankles and cause him to fall. He misses the first but snags the second.

"Ugh"

[Tankie Sakoya]

Ab, was a slippery fellow.

He managed to position his body accordingly to slide through, Kc's leg with such little time, and even smaller space. This fight should prove fun. The shoulder charge would carry, KC forward, and he felt that one of his ankles were grabbed, However with him still moving forward and the limited time, Ab would have the make a full grab. Kc's ankle was bound to slip out of his grasp, and cause him to stumble forward one step with his right leg coming down he pivoted.

His body coming to face Ab who should still be on the floor. Kc's right leg would be following 'behind' his turning body gathering momentum as it would lash out, the sides of his air force ones aimed to smack into the top portion of his oppressors head. The man's head nothing more then a kickball, in this brawlers eyes.

"Hoo!"

The exhalation of air accompanied the kick, Kc making sure to keep his breathing regulated so he could continue this fight longer.

[Gallerin]

He sees the kick comeing towards him in time enough the place his free arm in front of the blow. He feels the connection of the foot to his arm like a foot to a soccer ball. Useing the momentum he had sliding he gets to his feet brushing the dust off his legs he gets ready for KC's next move.

[Tankie Sakoya]

He felt his shoe smash into the arm of, Ab.

His leg bouncing back from hitting the flesh. He'd place that same leg, his left leg behind him his right foot propelling him forward as his right arm rocketed forward in a straight punch aimed for the nose of his advisory. His left leg sliding forward across the cement with the movement.

"Ssss!"

His right arm would be up to provide him some guard. His chin tucked, as he displayed the assault.

[Gallerin]

He easily sees the punch comeing towards him and slides away from the fist and grabs KC's arm throwing him into the ropes of the arena. He sets himself up for a counter that may or may not come, by postitoning himself sideways with his front arm out and his back arm hanging at his sides.