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As the dispersal ring brought him to the arena, the mysterious X seemed calm, but almost naive of the circumstances here in the arena. The whites of his mask looked around at the trees and foliage; the minor obstacles weren’t bad, but the low tree cover could become an issue for vertical ring-outs.

He tapped his foot on the granite floor, chipping some shards off from a small dent by his foot. Even though this was man-carved stone, it was old and worn by weather and ages. As long as there were no attacks directed at it then it could be considered sturdy footing, but if something missed then this stone would crater better then possibly any surface he’d fought on to date.

As his opponent gated in, X looked to him with a tilted head. After a moment of looking him over, he bowed silently with his hands cupped together and his eyes locked on this ‘Trition’ before taking up a simple and almost amaturistic combat stance. His left foot shifted back slightly and both of his arms rose up in front of him, loosely bent with open fists like grappler who didn’t quite know what he was doing. He was ready to fight, as they all were, and had no intention of losing.

Trition offered him welcome, and X replied in kind. With a light nod of his head, or more of a bob then a nod, one of his loosely hung hands clenched tight and presented a firm ‘thumbs up’ to his willing opponent. As he returned his hand to its original pose, his legs began to move beneath him as he began to close the distance between them.

His body swayed with every footfall as he accelerated, though he still seemed rather sluggish compared to some of the high-end combatants, it took a lot of energy to get an upper body that big up to full speed with those un-proportional legs. As he neared his opponent, his right arm shifted, pointing the base of his palm forward as he pulled his arm back beside him to strike.

Finally it appeared that he had stopped accelerating, assumable at his maximum speed (which still wasn’t anything supernatural, but would have been pretty good for a normal human) with still a good ten feet between him and his opponent. His stance lowered and, as he closed the final gap, he thrust the base of his palm forward to strike him straight in the abs. The strength of the hit would incapacitate a normal man, but would do little more then knock the wind out of an experienced fighter, though to be winded at the start of a fight would truely be a disadvantage in its own right..

A dancing opponent was not what X had expected, but even a dancer with a weapon could be dangerous. His eyes were focused on the hammer as it spun along with his golden laced opponent, but because he had expected it to strike at him, not to strike the ground. After the strike he re-focused on his opponent, but his attention was soon re-drawn.

The golden light that the hammer expelled caught him off guard, but only an instant after it immerged he was airborne. With a firm thrust from his front leg he rose above the blast, doubling his approach speed in the process. With his arm still cocked back, he changed his target to Aurorions face, but was startled again before he could strike.

The second arc of energy flew out with almost no room to spare, and the low aim from his previous position was his only saving factor. With what looked more like a muscle spasm then an attempt to dodge, X threw his legs up high behind him, arching his back in a most uncomfortable manner. The top of the crescent beam still skimmed the middle of his jacket, singeing the synthetic material and exposing the bleached fibers inside.

The sudden need to dodge had thrown off any premeditated tensing of muscle he would’ve needed to throw a decent strike, but he was not above improvising. Finally within physical range, he cupped his left hand around the back of Aurorions head and used it as leverage to accelerate his right knee directly at his face.
((Post 3))

“That light…” X thought to himself as he tumbled through the air. Arcing toward the ground, he was subject only to the effects of gravity, and the slow rate at which it pulled him gave him a few moments to think. Looking down at the damage it had caused his jacket, he felt relieved it had not struck him head on. Such awesome destructive power caused by light, light that seemed to be emitted… from the hammer? It seemed impossible, yet he wore its proof on his chest.

The masked man had never fought against a holy warrior before; in truth he’d never fought anything with that sort of insane supernatural power. He had too get close and stay there, and hope that this searing light couldn’t be summoned from the haft of the hammer as well as its head.

Finally nearing the ground, X extended a hand and planted it firmly on the ground. A little give, then he thrust off again to flip himself back to his feet. Even before they met the ground, it was obvious he would waste no time launching his next strike. He landed low, like a sprinter with one leg extended far back and his hand planted to steady his landing. As soon as he hit, he was off.

His left arm rose up in the air, seemingly ready to block the massive head of that hammer (as if it would do any good) and his right was back beside him with the base of his palm extended forward again. It appeared he was preparing the same strike he had readied in his opening charge, but it was only for show. Assuming he would make it to his opponent unhindered, his arm would extend at the speed of a quick jab and attempt latch onto his opponents left arm and pull it toward him. Not only would this force Trition to wield his hammer in one hand, but the offset of balance would be the perfect setup for X to plant a solid knee in his gut and hopefully cripple the holy warrior.

((Post 5))

"Muay Thai…" The title shot through his mind, the neutral stance was a dead give away. Though X was unsure if his opponent was trained in Muay Boran as well as the traditional Muay Thai, his posture was aged to perfection and the thought was not beyond reason. Even when the hammer gone, his attack remained unchanged as he charged forward.

His thrust to grab missed horribly when Aurorions hand thrust out and landed on firm on his jacket. The stuffing gave way as stuffing should and his hand found substance just beneath. His neck felt like normal flesh, but his shoulder was stiff, sturdier, bulkier then the neck, like a second skin beneath his jacket; but he only had a moment before his hand was removed.

As the holy warriors fist came down to strike the masked fighter, his left arm that had originally been raised to block a blow from the now vacant hammer shifted to catch his strike at the forearm, twist it and pull it down to his side. Almost simultaneously, his right hand pulled back and wrapped over the grasping hand on his shoulder. Curling his fingers up under Tritions palm, X pressed sternly against its center as he rotated his own hand back, effectively prying it from his body, to pull it down to his side as well.
Had all gone according to plan, Aurorion would now be held in a position never before seen in a Muay Thai fight, with both of his arms being twisted painfully in the wrong directions, and a flurry of ‘Muay Thai’ style knees strikes being delivered to his left side.

((Post 7))

As his opponent rocketed into the air in front of him, X felt a sharp pain as a foot contacted his chin. The thrust from a leg pushing against his own had pulled him forward off balance, and even after pulling his head back as far as he could, it still wasn't far enough to dodge the blow. Instinctively letting go of Trition he started to stumble back, he was yanked forward again only moments later as he felt two hands grasp his wrists.

As he was pulled forward again, he saw the head butt aimed squarely for his stomach. Tightening his abs and pulling his left foot back to brace, he made no attempt to dodge the blow. As it landed reflex kicked in and he found himself bending forward over his opponent, who was probably in for a painful surprise. As the crown of Aurorions head met with the his stomach, he would clearly feel that second skin protecting X. With his abs tight behind it, the high-tension material would feel like a texturized metal bulkhead.

The blow had landed a little higher then he'd expected, and even with a 'metal wall' between the blow and his solar plexus, he still found himself hard of breathing. With his arms still held, even with his opponent in such an open position, there was little he could do; but taking a que from the headstrong holy warrior, X rose his head high and using every muscle from his abs to his neck whipped his head down to strike. With his forehead aimed squarely at the third and fourth vertebrae, his strike held enough force to dent the granite floor beneath them.

((Post 9))

The simple attempt X made at a counter was thrown off as his opponent continued forward. His own downward force from the start of his counter made him an easy lift. Though his upper body was large, it didn’t seem to be very massive; a fact that could be partially contributed the synthetic down fibers that gave his jacket a strong ‘poof’ effect, the same ones Aurorions head would pass by as it crossed the singed hole his holy light had made in the front of the jacket.

As X rose into the air, he stumbled upon an enlightening fact: His arms had been freed. The white orbs in his mask turned in to symbols of joy, not only were his arms free, but he had an unobstructed shot to his opponents back! Given the speed at which he’s seen his opponent move up to this moment, he was almost sure that he’d get in a free full-force shot before he could be thrown asunder or hit with a suplex; this kind of shot would be like a gift from god.

He grasped the base Aurorions neck from behind with his left hand. His thumb and middle fingers would land firmly on the pair of muscles running down the opposing sides of his neck and the sudden constriction of his grip would likely send off a shooting pain. Though the pain would be a bonus, the hand plant was mainly to steady X in case Trition tried to throw him away or mount an attack of his own as X threw down his strike. Pulling his right arm back, he shot a single strong blow down on Aurorions left Trapezius muscle, on the top of his shoulder, to try to numb his arm in an attempt to escape this airborne grapple.

((Post 11))