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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 7:06 pm
Bloodbath 3
Samayou vs Colin
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:44 pm
Urrrrrrrr...
A groan from the still sore combatant from round one. Gauze and medical tape were wrapped around his left thigh, the wound underneath cleaned and sutured, butterfly stitches holding together his right cheek, a horrible shiner beginning to show. Stretching a little before the fight started, Colin's left arm was still a tad stiff, but not nearly as severe as during his fight. Eyes blinking, Colin clenched and unclenched his hands, pumping blood through his body.
He'd had a rough time getting through round one, and it was only going to get rougher. His body wasn't as energetic or capable as during his first round. Odds were he would have to tap out, which was depressing. Still, they crowd was here for a fight, and they would get one.
And so, Colin would wait, standing against the wall, knife in its sheath on his left hip. A piece of gum in his mouth, he chewed on it. Spearmint.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 3:27 pm
Tama entered the ring, a small cut on his right side that had been stitched and patched but otherwise he was alive and fine. He stretched his arms a little as he said a small prayer and started to snaps his fingers, a song in his head as he walked to the center of the ring.
The sweet tune reminding him of why he was here and why he was fighting to stay alive, his body sore but he put it out of his mind as he focused on breathing and living.
“So you are Colin, Samayou Tamashii, glad we could meet though the circumstances are not really fitting.”
Tama was a big boy, weighing in at 245lbs or so with a 6’4” frame but he was fast none the less and was ready and pumped for round two. He would refrain from his knife for as long as possible as he let his left side face towards Colin, waiting.
“So do you like Music, I am a bit of a Joe Purdy fan myself. Like Joey my boy says, all your problems will wash away. Lets have some fun and try not to kill each other eh mate?”
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 9:25 pm
Samayou? That was a bloody queer name, but it fit how the boy-o looked. 6' 4", 245 lbs, and seemingly kind. Well, that wasn't what this tourney was looking for. However, the offer to refrain from killing would be a nice relief and, with a simple nod, he'd consent to that one. A music fan himself, Colin was more of a ATR fan or some form of techno.
With a shrug, he'd slowly push himself off of the wall, turning so that his right faced Sam. Spitting out the gum, it fell between the grating and into the sea of blood below. The two fighters were here, and it was time for a row.
Beginning by circling Sam, Colin would move away from the wall, cutting in towards the mid-way between the center of the silo and the wall.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 7:06 am
Tama made the first strike!
Quickly he shuffled towards Colin, hands up near his chest and open ready for defense as his body moved on the balls of his feet. Starting off with a quick advance into striking range and hurling a quick kick like it was a bullet from a gun!
Tama's left leg would bounce up and move forward, then his right would follow the advance was almost like a quick dance but once Tama got close enough it built the momentum to lift his left leg higher and swinging it up right for Colin's chest or face!
The kick was like lighting and since not much had devolped in the last fight Tama had plenty of energy to make it lighting fast. His hand keeping him steady with one postioned closely near his left side and the other sort of out behind him to keep him steady.
His hard boot went soaring fast and Colin would have to quickly react to ensure the sole of the combat boot did not meet his face or chest.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:22 am
A kick. Simple enough, though the speed posed a problem. As Sam bounced towards him, Colin would bend his legs ever so slightly, enough to give him allowance to move with some amount of speed if attacked, so when the leg sprang up to kick him, Colin had a way to turn on his right leg, the combat boot grazing his chest, his right arm reaching under and around the offending leg to catch it and pull it into his chest. This would cause the two combatants to be facing each other.
Now, Colin's left arm would fire up from its limp position, his hand open as he aimed to plow the ball of his palm into Sam's solar plexus.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 2:12 pm
{{????? O ok never mind I understand, got things mixed up slightly. You will have to forgive my lack of terminology, Solar Plexus? I’ll goggle and find out but if I remember properly that is the head area.}}
Sam was not happy with this position, he figured a dodge would be easy enough to do but to catch his leg was not something he wanted, expected but not wanted. In his relaxed state however he flowed with it as he kept his left arm up and ready and the palm towards his head would strike the forearm of a defending arm already in place.
Now how to counter?
Sam was a quick man on his feet but with out both arms holding against a leg a catch was almost useless other then for throwing a foe off balance. It would be messy but Sam would bounce back with his right leg, ripping his left one to pull it free and put distance between him and Colin. Simple but effective and with his size and power working for him he should be able to free himself and gain distance.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 2:34 pm
[[The solar plexus is just below your sternum where your rips split, but I'll roll with it]]
Well, the plan wasn't fool proof, so when his palm was blocked, it was no big deal. however, when the guy decided it would be the right idea to back up to remove his leg from Colin's arm, he'd smile a little on the inside. It takes two to tango, right/ Well, Colin, pulling his left arm back and keeping it raised on the off occasion that the guy tried to toss a few punches, he'd move forward, keeping up with Sam. The guy was either going to back into the wall, where Colin would begin to throw a few blows of his own, or he was going to fall. He couldn't really see any other options.
Post Time: 9:08 Central Time
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 2:47 pm
{{So I assume my foot got free or are you hanging on and following me? I am pulling my foot away from you so unless you tighten your grasp or something of that nature should get to yank it free. I am going to roll with that idea I guess.}}
Sam backed up a little further but only until he managed to rip his foot free, afterwards his back was almost to the wall. Being pinned to a wall was not good and so the hulk of muscle kept moving his feet, staying on the balls of his toes as he went to his left, starting to circle around Colin and heading back for the center of the ring.
Colin could tell Sam was not trying, he could tell that Sam was waiting….but for wait?
Edited 10:25 Eastern Time
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:57 am
Little bugger...
Colin was not about to let the guy get away. His grip tightened on the leg but, since Sam was bigger than him, it got freed anyway. Fair enough. Once the limb was free, Colin would immediately aim a kick at the man's other leg, the heel of his right leg heading towards the man's right shin.
Now, unless this guy's balance was so amazing that he could hop to the side while backing up, he was about to get a vary painful shot to the leg. If he was, well, the wall would be there to catch him and, even though Colin was a little tired, he could still move quickly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:00 am
GO!
Tama had kept his left side forward the whole time and so aiming for a kick to his right was almost impossible for Colin. In his basic fighters stance his left side was taking point and so when Colin kicked it hit air as Sam moved carefully to his left. Colin had made a slight error and with it Sam would be all over him using his superior size and power to dominate anyway he could.
As Colin kicked the blow would hit air as Sam moved with cat like agility, swift on his feet thanks to Seig’s training.
He quickly came in from Colin’s flank and almost ran him over, using his massive leg muscles to slam him right into Colin and unleash left elbow right brute punch combos! Keeping his designated target the head area as he tried to break Colin’s back while he was trying to kick, using any advantage he could find. His leg base was wide as he hurled his left elbow to the back of the head, then a jab to the face then another elbow, following one move after the other in a total beat down!
Like an animal Sam unleashed and Colin would most likely s**t his pants at the sheer power and force of which Sam threw his blows.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:54 pm
Uh, no.RedPyramidthing Colin had a way to turn on his right leg, the combat boot grazing his chest, his right arm reaching under and around the offending leg to catch it and pull it into his chest. This would cause the two combatants to be facing each other. Samayou Tamashii It would be messy but Sam would bounce back with his right leg
The author would still give him a missed kick, but flanking wasn't going to happen. Keeping Sam in his view, as the man rushed him, the first elbow thrown, Colin would step back and, with an open palm, use his right hand to continue the strike by pushing on the elbow. this should more than likely cause the man's hand to push into his chest , the force on the elbow keeping it from moving as Colin came around with his left fist and plow the thing into the side of Sam's head. If he wanted to come pack with a punch from his right, he'd have to wait, since trying to right now call for turning back, which would only apply more pressure on the wrist, more than likely breaking it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 4:21 pm
{{Uh Tama is standing in a basic fighters stance the whole time, he is not facing you, his right side is facing away from you and his left side is facing towards you. Its a Left Fighters Stance, rather basic, I will roll with it though.}}
Sam was not so easily put away from his goal as he rammed right through the blow!
Sam felt the pressure on the elbow and it was not a problem as his left elbow relaxed, allowing his hand to slip up in front of his face for guard. At the same time his right hand was already moving and though the right side of his head took a blow it hardly stopped him! No in his bull rush his adrenaline was pumping and with that he barely felt a thing as his right hand shot right through it all and right into Colin's throat palm open!
Using strength and superior size Sam kept pushing forward with his right hand wrapped around Colin's throat. His grip was like a vice as he started to push back, using his built up momentum and strength to push Colin back further and further until he was right into the wall!
All the while his left hand had freed itself of the counter and started to swing violently towards Colin's face!
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:55 pm
Hehehe. Though Sam was big and fast, Colin was faster. The man had somehow slid through the joint crank, and Colin would have to ask him about it later, but until then he still had to be on his feet. Facing Sam's left side, the right palm heading towards his throat wouldn't go unnoticed. Ducking back, left arm retracting, Colin's right hand would let go of Sam's elbow and slam into the oncoming arm, deflecting it away from his throat. Time for another kick.
Lashing out with his left leg, he'd aim a kick into the side of Sam's left leg, considering it was the one facing him at the moment. The kick would also strike off center, more towards the back of the knee. This shot would have a much greater chance of dead-legging the guy, forcing him to a knee.
This guy was persistent, and bull-rushing wouldn't give him much leeway in changing his attack or being able to counter as effectively. Not the best idea against the shorter, more agile fighter. Still, with his energy not nearly as full as it was before round one, this fight was going to get more and more difficult.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 7:13 pm
Tama was facing forward and moving his right forward, causing his right to take lead and thus changing his left legs position from facing away from the oncoming kick to facing it! Switching stances and advancing at the same time, classic fighters move as he unleashed another movement and attack. His hand was deflected and at this point he had his right leg forward by a foot, his left then advanced to go ahead of the left, causing the kick to his left to become nothing more then two legs clashing, thick thigh muscle clanking against a knee.
With tama on a roll and going full force in he barely noticed it but now he was inside Colin’s guard and right on top of him, his left fist coming in for a low blow to the lower right side of Colin’s body. Aiming for up into the ribs below the right arm that just swatted an attack at Colin’s throat. The right arm already recovered for defense or another attack as Sammy Boy kept his knees bent and his feet on the balls of his toes. Constant change and flow of motion, Seig had taught Sam a few tricks but these hard and massive blows were something completely different.
Colin had managed to avoid a damaged throat but now he had a slight hole in his defense and tama took advantage of it as best he could in the messy circumstances, if Sam hit Colin would feel it and know his enemy was no fool.
Hard hits, constant advances and soon Colin would understand Sam's movement purpose. For now colin coluld think of him as a brute with no sense of tactics if he wanted, as most did, Sam was just fine with that.
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