The Black Sand Bar:

[Seena Brighteyes]

A wave crashed against the tide in unison with the motion, the dramatic 'start' echoing through the air as both fighters began.
Saya's eyes laid intently on his form as he shifted, tensing his body and correcting his balance for a leap, the momentum carrying him through to only one spot. It was a move straight out of a Bruce Lee movie; unfortunately, even from all his encounters he still hadn't learned the folly of starting with a spin against the woman.

In a split second she dashed forward, covering the small gap between them with a single stride. Her hands were already in the position she needed them, so as his leg came around his thigh would find itself slamming against her left hand. With all the momentum in his leg, getting this close easily took all the power out of the hook. Then, while his balance was still off from fancy airborne maneuvers, Saya's right hand would snake its way up his chest and come to rest square on his face; there was no reason to give him time to get a guard up. In one smooth motion her right foot landed behind his left (assuming he brought his left foot down so he didn't throw himself to the ground) and her body twisted to the left, using all her strength to slam him against the cushiony sand on his back.

[Magicck]

"?!"

Suddenly there was a small hand pressing into his face and he felt himself being slung down towards the ground in a hurry. Without his balance and on one leg, there wasn't much he could do to avoid making contact with the sand back first, sending up a cloud of black when he landed. It wasn't the first time he had been thrown to the ground and it probably wasn't going to be the last - she was a pretty top notch fighter after all.

Opting not to stay on the ground for further punishment, Damon immediately planted his right hand in the sand and shot upwards so that he was just half crouching in front of her. The smile hadn't left his face. Yeah, he was rusty, but it didn't matter, he still intended to have some fun with before the night ended. "Well, didn't expect that. I gotta shape up."

[Flightless Butterfly]

Flutter took a deep breath. Her lashes batted several times, she stretched languidly on the lounging chair that was half buried in black beach sand. She rubbed her eyes, then propped herself up on her elbows. The darkness that had shrouded her retreated with her consciousness, and she watched it pull away from her slowly.

She felt the same as she had before she had enlisted with the strange trainer with the epic reputation for battle prowess, as well as individual fighting experience. She had refrained from asking him about his species, or his past. She had choose to accept his offer, against the advice and wishes of Damion. She would have to reveal to him what it was that she had done, but was putting it off until she absolutely had to do it.

She had spent the night breathing in that dark stuff. The idea was sparked in her head that it may have changed her. She should panic about it, but there was a fatal calm that she felt. Better to be less than human, than to be helpless the way she was.

[LuvMonke]

- MxDxC -

Alright, so Ali allowed his leg to buckle, rolling with the kick instead of taking it forcefully and potentially ******** up his knee, and he couldn't really do much about the forearm hitting his chest and knocking him down, but he could do something about him being on the ground. Since Ali's hands were both free now, and he didn't sustain crippling damage from the hits, he'd reach over to the man's right leg that was towering above him. He'd grab at the ankle with both hands and pull it toward him, tossing his legs into the air to crane around the leg and pull him down onto the wooden flooring. From here, he'd be in the perfect position for a knee bar, and if all was successful, he'd lock in a figure four position and proceed to pull back, arching his back and attempting to break the knee.

[ 2/7 ]

It was very strange that his opponent was grabbing at his right ankle, the ankle of his rear leg, as doing any pulling and dragging would be much easier on his leg that was already in the forefront. Not only does it take more time, but it becomes obvious what your objective was once the hands shot past the forward leg. So Clay would resist the tugging of his leg as any real contender would, pulling his leg back sharply in an attempt to rip the arms off of him. But because he was working with only one leg against too arms, chances were that he wasn't going to be able to keep Ali at bay for long. Good thing he wasn't trying too.

The back tug was more of feint in a sense, by resisting he would most likely motivate Ali to tug harder, using power that would soon work against him. For but a moment after he pulled back, Clay would push forward in the form of a kick to the groin, a maneuver which would add Ali's power onto his own for a devastating blow. And attack made even more devastating by the fact that his opponent was using both his arms and had positioned his body to perform a knee bar, which meant his body was perfectly aligned for this nut shot.

He'd follow that debilitating attack by folding that same right leg down to slam his knee into his opponent's torso, diverting any legs that got it his way with his hands. If he managed to get that far, he'd move his left leg up and hobble forward in an attempt to get into a full mount.

3/7

[Iyuesturu]

The gorgeous Chinese woman sighed loudly at her table in the bar, probably to attract attention to herself. Her long, black hair was draped about her rather spectaculary, but the look on her face implied that she was extremely, extremely, bored.

Holding out a hand before her, she briefly examined her nails, her thoughts flickering from her old flame, her future, the peacefulness of the moment, and her impending fight.

Oh right, that.

She slammed her hand back down onto the table with a huff, reverting to a more annoyed mood instantly.

"Where is that man. I wonder if Ross or anybody had seen him...", came the outburst, more to herself, but it was a plus if she irritated anybody nearby.

[- MxDxC -]

LuvMonke

It was very strange that his opponent was grabbing at his right ankle, the ankle of his rear leg, as doing any pulling and dragging would be much easier on his leg that was already in the forefront. Not only does it take more time, but it becomes obvious what your objective was once the hands shot past the forward leg. So Clay would resist the tugging of his leg as any real contender would, pulling his leg back sharply in an attempt to rip the arms off of him. But because he was working with only one leg against too arms, chances were that he wasn't going to be able to keep Ali at bay for long. Good thing he wasn't trying too.

The back tug was more of feint in a sense, by resisting he would most likely motivate Ali to tug harder, using power that would soon work against him. For but a moment after he pulled back, Clay would push forward in the form of a kick to the groin, a maneuver which would add Ali's power onto his own for a devastating blow. And attack made even more devastating by the fact that his opponent was using both his arms and had positioned his body to perform a knee bar, which meant his body was perfectly aligned for this nut shot.

He'd follow that debilitating attack by folding that same right leg down to slam his knee into his opponent's torso, diverting any legs that got it his way with his hands. If he managed to get that far, he'd move his left leg up and hobble forward in an attempt to get into a full mount.

3/7

The sad thing was that the author of this post ******** up.. Badly. Ali's positioning would be how he imagined, but only once he fell. In order to grab the leg, Ali didn't sit up, he rotated his body, facing his head just outside of his opponent's right leg. That made a potential nutshot, etc impossibru. Now, let's say that he still pulled his leg back for the feint. Ali would push off with his legs to propell himself to the leg once again as soon as he saw it draw back initially, and once he caught the leg which was virtually inevitable, he'd once again arch his back and throw his legs around the man's right leg, pulling them down and once again, dropping him to the floor and setting up a kneebar. Tap nao, pl0x? D:

[ 3/7 ]

[Seena Brighteyes]

The spray of sand erupted as Damon's back hit the ground. Saya had a follow up in mind, but it was stopped a little short by the unexpected surprise coupled with his quick recovery. It was all she could do to get her own balance back with a small backstep. Thus, they would face off once again.

'Careful about turning your back.' she thought with a smile.
He was good. If she hadn't reacted when she did it would have been her on her back, and hurting a good bit more than he was.

Still, he didn't seem to have a follow-up in mind either, and was simply crouched and ready for an attack. So it was her turn to take the offensive, huh? Fair enough. Best not let the opportunity linger.
With another small dash forward, Saya planted her left foot deep in the sand at the end of her step and twisted her body to the left, sending her right leg flying in a stout roundhouse aimed at his shoulder (or head if he maneuvered himself wrong).

[LuvMonke]

- MxDxC -

The sad thing was that the author of this post ******** up.. Badly. Ali's positioning would be how he imagined, but only once he fell. In order to grab the leg, Ali didn't sit up, he rotated his body, facing his head just outside of his opponent's right leg. That made a potential nutshot, etc impossibru. Now, let's say that he still pulled his leg back for the feint. Ali would push off with his legs to propell himself to the leg once again as soon as he saw it draw back initially, and once he caught the leg which was virtually inevitable, he'd once again arch his back and throw his legs around the man's right leg, pulling them down and once again, dropping him to the floor and setting up a kneebar. Tap nao, pl0x? D:

[ 3/7 ]

((Important things like changes in position should be made more clear, otherwise I assume you are in the same position, kay? ))

At first it had seemed like a simply attempt to bring Clay to the ground but as things progressed and Ali chased his leg like a dog after a bone, his intentions became clearer. Seeing as positions were different than what this author had first envisioned, that groin kick was actually a head kick, using the tugging of Ali's arm to deliver a nice solid impact to the downed man's cranium with the pointer end of Clay's boot. Chances were someone as persistant as his opponent would not be stopped by a little head trama, so he would not stop there.

When his opponent's legs flew up to grasps his thighs as was necessary for any sort of knee bar, Clay's unoccupied right fist would sink into his rising groin in a jab followed by a left straight to the same area. This pair of groin shots should serve to halt Ali for a second needed to put on a little curb stomping with Clay's right foot.

And for those wondering why he was still standing, its fairly simply. If you right up under the right leg with your body facing away from the coweboy (as you make clear this time around), your not pulling that leg far enough to drop him. The thing that would drop him would be the completetion of the knee bar, which Clay's nutshots would make pretty difficult.

4/7

[iiSwimChick]

Grace was sitting on the beach, her tiny feet were covered in black sand. She was lonely.

[Thorvir]

Ares had awoke and got up for the aftermorning gathering. Strolling into the shanty, he had himself a dramatic seating. As he happily threw himself down into a chair next to one of the hookah booths.

He lit up his cigar as usual and did the same few short puffs as usual. Then taking in a long drag to savor the taste. He had a bit of bed-head today and decided to sport it as his look for today. He ran his mechanical fingers through is pearly white locks. Brushing aside some loose strands of hair from his forehead.

[William M Hearst]

Nic was still playing his game at the table. Lots of tapping, lots of clicking, and even the occasional curse and fist slamming on the table.

[Again, PM me if anyone needs me. I'm not paying attention to posts. Better yet, hit me up on msnm.

[e-mail]

Unless you have a real reason for bugging me though, I won't reply.]

[Kazyan]

iiSwimChick

Grace was sitting on the beach, her tiny feet were covered in black sand. She was lonely.

Implied pixie form? Okay, well that meant that Fadis, who was walking out into the ocean to splash around gleefully, would accidentally step on her under bare feet. Well, that's if Grace didn't move or keep the inattentive blue midget from doing that.

[Magicck]

Damon's surprise was probably evident on his face, the smile mixed with a look of befuddlement. He had not expected to be allowed back to his feet into a position where he could turn their match in his favor. His breathing eased and his muscles tensed as he watched her closely, trying to prod into what it was that had caused the delay. She was good, there was no doubt about that, maybe this was her way of testing to see just how good he was. Well, Damon opted to not disappoint has he had just moments ago.

He slowly lowered himself and began to plan his next action - his eyes trailing to the various parts of her body that he could attack without worry of much of a retaliation. That was the nature of his battle plan, to lead her into moving how he wanted. Just as his eyes reached her hips and started to work down towards her knees, she sprung forwards at him. His reaction was to lower himself and shoot forwards to meet her head on. When her foot planted itself in the ground and she swung her right in a high roundhouse, Damon was low enough and moving quick enough that he could immediately transition into a counter.

Damon dropped down onto his right thigh and spun 360 degrees in the sand with a hard swish, swinging his left leg out in a hard arc, his ankle aimed to slam into the back of hers in a perfect sweep. The spinning leg sweep allowed her roundhouse to swing over his body while his attack came low and quickly took out her leg - she would be finding herself on landing rather hard on her back this time. It was kind of ironic because usually spinning attacks used against Saya ended up in a disaster.

Once she landed on the ground Damon would move to get on top of her, legs over her hips and his hands pressing down on either her shoulders or her biceps, whichever he could plant his palms on first. However, he wouldn't do anything.

'So, think you're ready for the fourth round of Heaven or Hell? I hear that these guys are no pushovers.'

[Thorvir]

[[ About time someone did that. -_- ]]

[iiSwimChick]

She glowed a bright red and she was clearly visible against the sand. So she didn't have to move. She gave a big sigh.