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Gamma was there, finally. In pretty much the same thing he was wearing when Dramon last met him. The full three-piece suit and tie, black, and combat boots. This time he didn't have a baseball bat or a mask, but he had a rather fun-looking steel hook that hung to his feet from the arm at his side.

Gamma's left hand flicked a still-lit cigar to the side where it'd fall through the spaces between the metal grating of the floor. The silo wall and arena edge would be a few feet from his back and Gamma would just stand there with a grin on his face.

"Haha."

Gamma didn't have anything to say. He was already technically twice the man Dramon was.

Gamma's left hand would come up and his head would dip down, as he crouched slightly forward. A left roof block palm up to keep any staff out of his hair and take any damage against the soft part of his forearm. The block would include a twisting of his arm to sweep the staff down and to Gamma's left, away from his face and probably well back into Dramon's control.

At best Gamma would be able to sweep his arm back around fast enough to close his hand around the staff and keep a hold on it. Probably not.

Regardless, with the dip of his head he'd put his left foot forward and follow it with his right, which would chamber for a kick to the nuts as the long step would almost bring him into range for said kick.

But the foot would only come forward far enough to step onto the ground and continue to get Gamma closer and closer to Dramon. While at the same time ******** with his head.

It wouldn't take long for Gamma to get irritated of being poked in the chest. Almost immediately the hook trap the end of the staff as Gamma swung it forward and down from his right side while he made a quick series of steps forward.

The hook's mouth would easily catch over the staff's length and pull it down and to Gamma's left-- toward Gamma's left hand. With the end of the staff going in the general direction of the hook's command, he'd grab for it with his left and and pivot to the left side, offering his right profile to Dramon.

Seizing the staff or not, Gamma would just extend his arm with an outward swing and send the hook down the length of the staff for Dramon's forward hand. If he did get his hand on the staff, he'd try and hold it steady as much as possible.

Which usually wasn't a good place to put a hook if it was your hand. Gamma was hoping to just straight away spear the tip through Dramon's hand or wrist, but the end was sharp enough to do some bad things even if it wasn't being jammed into someone's limb.

Dramon made a huge mistake.

Dramon would turn and move both hands to one end of the staff so he could whip it around and smack Gamma in the legs. In the process he would turn his back to an in-papers psychopathic maniac.

Gamma's left hand would resist the pull and turn, only to bring along Gamma's body from his forward steps. The hook's mouth still caught on the staff would be going wherever Dramon's staff was.

So Gamma let go of it. The hook was no longer necessary. It'd follow the length of the staff for Dramon's spin and be carried away by centripetal force to land somewhere across the arena.

Meanwhile, Gamma was still moving. His left hand would also let go and Dramon would have his staff. So while Dramon was spinning he'd turn to find an eighth-ton suited man on him. From whatever distance of something shorter than five feet to a man with longer than a yard strides with forward momentum.

Gamma's hands would be high to take Dramon by the shoulders, upper chest, or throat while the rest of Gamma would just nail him down. Naturally, his legs would aim to straddle Dramon's middle section.

Dramon's orientation would be somewhere between facing away from Gamma or facing to one side.

With his hands down.

So Dramon ditched the staff somewhere in his turn to face Gamma and take them both to the ground, apparently on Dramon's left side. There wouldn't be a lot of time to go from hand's down with a staff to turning, bracing, and firing a hook before Gamma's ready hands just grabbed whatever the could over Dramon.

First order of business was to hook his leg over Dramon's own, and his side. His right leg would push forward while against the ground and his left would kick over Dramon's thighs to keep him in place.

Gamma's right hand would go past Dramon's neck and put the crook of his elbow behind Dramon's head and neck. Gamma's left hand and arm would be there to coral any attempted eye gouging by grasping him by the wrist and making, for now, minimal efforts to just keep fingers away from his face.

The elbow would draw the two together with Gamma being relatively higher up. Keeping his chin against his chest would prevent any likely attempts at throat biting. Controlling Dramon's hook/eye gouges would just mean holding him by the wrist and pushing against movements in the direction of Gamma's eyes.

((I'm assuming since we're both on the ground now, that Dramon's right hook meant he was landing or falling with that side up. Otherwise it'd be hard to do anything with it.

So Gamma is facing him with his right side to the ground, pulling Dramon in tight face to face with his head further down.))

Gamma's legs were in. Left over the top, right under the bottom-- straddling Dramon's waist. Even if it was from the side it meant Gamma didn't want to go anywhere.

Dramon's left would be somewhere under him, beneath himself and Gamma. Since Gamma had three quarter's dominance with both legs around him and one arm, all Gamma had to do to frustrate Dramon's left hand was hug him. Tightening his right arm around Dramon's neck and shifting against Dramon's waist would bring Dramon's left shoulder into Gamma's right underarm with a the hand clenching a fist around a handful of that silk shirt Dramon was wearing on his shoulder.

Bringing his left up between their chests would require him to turn his whole torso to the right so he could get his arm free. Which was a bad move when someone like Gamma is on top of him, who would just take further advantage and try to flip Dramon onto his chest.

Lord only knows what Dramon would think if Gamma took his back.

Otherwise that left eye poke would have to come up and around, and totally lack any kind of major pushing force to battle against Gamma's whole arm around Dramon's neck. If that was the case, Gamma would just move his eyes somewhere else. A shift to his left (Dramon's right) would take his sensitive face parts just out of reach from angry fingers.

Gamma's left hand would make some effort to redirect Dramon's hands. Sometimes the slightest efforts were the most effective. Pushing forward with his left hand and using leverage from his right and upper body to bring his and Dramon's hands to the right of Dramon's face.

Not to move out of bite range. No, not at all. Dramon could bite at Gamma's thumb all he wanted, he just now had to turn his head to the side to get to it. Gamma's thumb was flat against Dramon's wrist anyway, not much to worry about except maybe eventually chewing through his thumb's first knuckle.

((I'll probably have to better explain that, so ask whatever.))

Gamma DQ.

Round 1 end, Dramon advances.