Greed for Blood (Open and Accepting)

[Vash Sengou]

It was a good move that Sama'el had thought of and Vash mentally commended him for it but it wasn't enough. Vash was a street punk and close fighting was his world. He wasn't shy of knees to the stomach or even fists to the face. Granted they hurt a good deal but half a** strikes were not going to do much to get rid of him. "You wanna talk......" he began before exhaling as the knee connected with his abdomen to keep himself from becoming winded, Sama'el would be surprised to find that the strike felt more like it had connected with a plate of armor rather than merely hardened muscle. His well place footing would keep Vash from being pushed backwards since his weight placed majorly upon his left leading foot versus his right rear. "...about that s**t before...." With the agility of an MMA veteran, Vash pushed forward his upper body leaning over the knee of his opponent while his left hand dropped and reached for... you guess it, the back of his opponents right knee whilst stepping forward with his right foot. His opponents balance, bad as it were already would cease to exist and the fact that his body weight was further thrown back by the lifting of his sword didn't help either. His right arm, quickly retracted from its glancing blow would serve to elbow Sama'el's right knee from his gut before wrapping around his waist to secure the take down in motion. "...or after you tell the truth about what really happened to your smashed kneecaps?"

[Roukai Ronan]

"Either way, they BOTH got broken. My knees to your gauntlet covered fists, it was still brutal."

Removing his hands from the counter, Sean would continue to patronize his friend with a rather immature, two fingered golf clap as he watched the take down unfold before him. Seems Vash had learned a thing or two from fighting guys twice his size and it was something he was going to test once the "Pit" was finally finished. Though he would redirect his words towards the traveler that was still at the counter.

"Depends on how lazy we're feelin and who's around really. There's been a lot of movin and remodelin done to the place so not much excitement goin around."

[The Oblivionic]

What a coincidence, Sama'el is wearing plate armor. So his knee felt like it connected, and if there was no sound to accompany it, would feel like nothing else.

So this Vash guy uses his leverage to push forward and attempt a double leg takedown. All part of the plan, really, considering Sama'el had began to lift his sword up. But only to the horizontal position does it rise. And as he feels himself being tackled to the ground, he pulls the blade close across his stomach to bring the blade slicing into ('at') Vash's neck. Anticipating a 'lean away' from this, he angles the sword to reach further into ('at') Vash. A little blood was all he wanted; but if unintendedly so successful, much he would get, perhaps.

[Darkest Silver]

As flynn was about to respond the the emerald haired man she saw her companion get taken to the ground...
Her intital thought was to help Sama'el, but she knew that not only would he disapprove of her interferance, it would be unfair as it was a one on one fight...
[******** stupid emotions..She cursed in her thoughts.
Finding herself clenching her fists, and tensing as she forced herself to remain where she was.
"I don't suppose I could buy a drink...And ask your name?" She suddenly asked the man with emerald hair.
Her eyes were dark as she tried to take her mind off her emotional need to help.

[Vash Sengou]

"Brutal my..." Well one might have said that Sama'el had "checked" Vash into a pretty tight situation. At least so he would think from the face value of things but things were not so. As the two fell Vash would realize the intentions of his opponent as the sword was quickly drawn across his body. Sama'el was a smart fighter indeed but Vash had a trump card as well that worked especially well against armored foes. As they hit the ground Vash's guantlets took on an extreme change. Without warning the thin wires quickly extended themselves from the ends of the gauntlets, tightly and intricately weaving themselves up his arm around a rubber material that expanded along with the wires. The wires were an extremely conductive and served as an extremely durable microfiber armor. As quickly as the wires moved so did the electric current that coursed through them from their power source as well as his opponents metal clad body.

"...a**, at least I could walk."

Without warning or much effort Vash had done what he always did best in these situations. He created his 'field' one in which he ruled supreme over heavily armored foes. The metal blade that had once attempted to put him in check was now in check itself and be drawn back towards the metal body of his opponent. However it would not just be his blade, but his arms would also be drawn to the magenetic pole that his abdomen had become. Magnetism sure was a b***h sometimes. At least it was to his opponents. If his opponent struggled he would merely turn up the juice, amplifying the power of his homemade human magnet enough to completely pin his opponent. The hum by this point became very audiable at this point. When all was said and done he would mount his opponent and begin to bash his face in unless of course he surrendered.

Charge lvl 2 (Slow depletion)
L gauntlet: 30000V
R gauntlet 30000V

Edited for clarification

[The Oblivionic]

Sama'el feels his arms become too heavy to effectively wield the sword. Hell, even moving a muscle within this 'field' proved excessively difficult. So as unfortunate as it would be, he had to lose the armor and hope to get it back later. With a mental command the armor dissipates in a flash of light, leaving only eastern-styled robes in its place.

Though from the double-leg takedown it would be hard to assume an easy mount-up on Sama'el. Suddenly finding less mass on himself, and thus less material between him and his opponent, he brings his knees high 'above' Vash's thighs and places the balls of his feet on the thigh-pelvis area and kicks up and out with both legs to send Vash flying backwards off of him. And if for some reason Vash manages to stay in place, Sama'el places his arms in front of his chest in face, open, to intercept any incoming strikes.

[Darkest Silver]

Flynn stares intently at the two fighting, wondering why Sama'el had lost his armor. The humming was alot louder now...The hair on her arms were moving, ...Then it hit her, electricity. Her gaze narrowed, now she understood why the armor had to go, her concern for Sama'el became far more apparent as she moved her arms away from the bar, taking a step forward.
Flynn would not interfare, but should the fight go too far and her companion be in serious danger she would have to do something.
It was the human side to her that caused her to become rather attached to the warrior.

[Tankie Sakoya]

Crimson hues reflected a fire and desire for action the human demon hybrid thought had long been lost to the past. He'd take in the appearance of the warehouse before him, his usual senses leading the male to believe nothing of interest took residence within it's walls. However his inherent clairvoyant abilities told him otherwise other wise. His sixth sense set a blaze by the energies he sensed within, the source of this energy he was intent on discovering.

The demon's return to Gaia had been uneventful so far, he had managed to encounter an old friend, though a friend who had just barely managed to reserve a place in the endless documents that contained the demons memories. He'd visited a few bars and other similar establishments, but none gave him what he longed for. It was the sole reason he had returned to Gaia Primus, the primal urge for battle. The sensation of his fist crashing into anothers face, dislodging a tooth, breaking a nose or what have you. He himself missed having his own cranium rocked by the force of a blow from an expected right hook.

To have the flesh at his mid section sliced through by a steel blade, the numbing pain of having his body thrown violently into a wall by a blast of energy that erupted from a palm. His eyes would appear to sparkle, continuing to gaze at the aging structure. His senses rarely failed him, there was only one way to know if he once again would be reunited with his favorite pastime. Bandage feet would carry him forward into the building, loose fitting tan pants bloused at the ankles rustling softly as he did so. Bandaged hands rose, opening the door allowing him entry inside the place.

He'd make his way through the apparently abandoned warehouse, an unknown force compelling him to continue onward past the empty crates and the broken glass that crunched beneath his feet. Embedding themselves in the thick cloth that provided only minimal protection. It was only a moment before he stood at the steel plated doors, the image of a broken DNA strand giving personality to it's surface. Hastily he'd make his way through them, the bandaged deadly weapons coming to rest in his pockets. His feet carrying him down the pristine spiral stair case that only became more immaculate the further he ventured down it's steps.

His muscles tensed with anticipation, nearly trembling. As the staircase's end neared he was unsure what he'd be greeted by. It didn't really matter though, as long as he was given what his body ached for. It was fine with him.

[Tachi Muzamaki]

( This smells like Neffers, Neffers and Dream please find the exit and take it lol. I put money they will some how set some explosives or magical way to blow up and kill everyone here.)

Ichi entered the area where Vash and his opponent was, observing them momentarily with a plain look on his face -.-. Ichi walked behind the counter where Sean was clenching his teeth.

"I cleaned this area not to long ago. All of that is about to go down the drain. What a waste of effort and time. Vash, could you please remember to sweep and mop the floor with this broad. What we have to drink?"

Ichi looked over to Sean awaiting a response.

[Roukai Ronan]

"If you want a drink and a name, I would advise you stay right where you are. Your partner there initiated the conflict so how it ends is up to the victor, plus I'd hate to have to damage that pretty face of yours."

Not a single drop of remorse came from Sean's words as he spoke on while watching the fight but also catching the woman slowly begin to inch away from the counter. Though she had now readied her fists in a similar fashion to his own, but the problem here was that he did it out of excitement whereas she did it out of rage or worry, that was her real giveaway. Aside from the current action, Sean instantly perked up and locked his sights on the male being that had just walked into the building whom even intended to just bypass the small chaos that was unfolding in front of the counter in the warehouse just before the doors to the lower levels.

"So either you are just really brave or just realllllly tweaked the hell out, either way, i'm sure your business can be handled here sir,"

[Darkest Silver]

Flynn glanced back at the man behind the bar, nodding a little before leaning back against the counter. "Fair call..." She replied, deciding it was probably in her best interests to listen. Suddenly noticing the younger man standing next to the one she had spoken to.
Where the hell did he come from?? She thought, her eyebrows raising a little out of curiosity.
Then there was another, but he had walked right past everyone and to the doors..."What the ********] Flynn muttered.
So many people showing up now, maybe this place was not as unknown as they had thought. Considering Sama'el and herself had not known exactly what was here, it seemed odd that another man would just walk on through and not stop to acknowledge anyone.
Perhaps he was one of them? Not likely though.

[Tankie Sakoya]

(( Oh so you're all still in the warehouse? Should have back read that a bit more thoroughly. ))

The door leading to the levels beneath were not accessed, for that would've meant the demon had bypassed the brawl that was taking place before the bar. His crimson hues would lock onto the two combating entities, a smile splitting his face, delighted by the scene. They were going at each other with unwavering intensity.His assumptions were apparently correct. Whether the warehouse's sole purpose was to provide a means for warriors to fight, or this ongoing conflict was the result circumstance, it didn't matter. His power would begin to pulse from his form in unpredictable intervals. Reacting to the tension that saturated the air, the demon was conscious of this phenomenon, but would allow it to continue. He welcome the power that coursed through his veins, though as the words of Sean penetrated his senses, he'd stop it abruptly. His head would lift to meet the gaze of the man who questioned him, his brows furrowing in confusion when questioned of his bravery. All he had done was entered a seemingly abandoned building, there wasn't much bravado involved in that. Was there? "I'm neither, bro." his moderately deep somewhat raspy voice mixed in with an innocence common for a youth spoke in an almost urban accent; not uncommon for a minority in the northeast region of the United States. It's tone was calm though, as it was most the time. "Business? What?" He was confused apparently." Does it look like I'm carrying a briefcase?" The demon had grown to be a bit of a smart-a** over the years. "I just came looking for a fight. I'm going through withdrawal, maaaan." It appeared as if he was imitating one addicted to crack with the way he dragged out his final word.

[Vash Sengou]

Well, Vash would have been lying to say that he expected the armor of his opponent to suddenly vanish without a trace. However, he had to bypass the normal thought of 'What the ********,' and go straight to the reaction. His opponent had thought to get rid of him with a quick push upwards. It would work, but not as cleanly as he would like. As he was pushed away hands that once held tight hold of metal portions on armor now scrambled to grab hold again. His hands would slide down the legs of Sama'el. His right hand would miss taking hold of the left ankle. HIs left hand would be successful in catching the right ankle however. The moment he caught hold his Sama'el would find that he would be in for a world of pain. Without missing a beat, Vash discharged the entire store of his left gauntlet. The electrical energy would feel like a small compact car colided with him going at about twenty miles an hour. That however was the least of his worries. The charge would act like a taser, shutting down bodily communications between the brain and his appendages. It was quite probable that all he would be able to do at this point would try not do lose conciousness unless he had some inate resistance to electricity.

Level 1.7 charge
L gauntlet: 0v
R gauntlet: 25000V

[The Oblivionic]

Vash Sengou

HIs left hand would be successful in catching the right ankle however. The moment he caught -

- nothing. For as soon as Sama'el can register that his kick-push succeeds in pushing back Vash, he goes right into his next move. He jerks his legs back up quickly, thus slipping above and past Vash's grip. Using this start in momentum he flows right into a backwards somersault. And then while upside in this somersault, a back hand-spring away from Vash. When he lands on his feet he enters a stance. This stance belays no fighting intent; instead seeming to be merely in preparation for... summoning. Which does not happen this turn.

[Darkest Silver]

((I hate waiting...>.> ))