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Midus Sonners Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 1:50 pm
Description: Unlike last year, the stone platform has been removed, making the entire ring nothing but a sandy ground. A twenty foot wall surrounds the ring to protect the audience in this open ceiling stadium. Field Measurements:Ring: 70 yard diameter Ten Count Boundary: As soon as a fighter enters the bleachers, the count begins. The flying rule remains, as well.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 4:46 pm
"Oh! Excuse me.... Pardon me...." The blacksmith ebbed out to the small crowd beginning to form in the stands as she made her descent towards the stadium, a small blush rising across her cheeks from the mixture of tension and excitement welling within her gut. Her steps came softly and her presence almost unknown amongst the crowd. After all, she'd only just appeared in the eye of the world but a few weeks ago, much less did she interact with it all too much. So it was only natural that the woman's small stature and quiet nature didn't attract much attention to the outside world.
That was... until she placed her hands across that gate and made her way inside.
"What is this?" One of the spectators scoffed as they watched the woman trod her way towards the middle of the circle. "How can we expect to get any entertainment out of someone like THAT!? She's practically in diapers!"
A few laughs riddled out throughout the crowd, only causing the shy woman to feel the sting of embarrassment course ever deeper. Still, she wouldn't move an inch after reaching the middle of the ring, she'd only cradle her hands together as the crowd took in her sights.
Around 5'9" and fairly fit for a woman her age, the blacksmith seemed to glow with an innocent beauty unheard of in many circles. She almost looked more like a beauty pageant contestant rather than an actual fighter, what with her short brunette hair tied back in a small ponytail and her clothes all rather well-kept. It would be noted though that the loose jeans she wore were rather light and the leather vest and white tank top combo were made for fairly comfortable and maneuverable pairs.
None the less, the crowd would mutter on about the small girl as she awaited her opponent to make their way to the ring.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 5:36 pm
Spyke himself entered at a steady pace, not quick but fast enough to not keep people waiting. As he neared the center of the ring he approached the beautiful young maiden and bowed to her. He himself stood at 6'2" and wore nothing save the black gi with blood-red gems placed over his elbows, knees, solar plexus and hips. The gems around his hips were actually a sash that was of the same color. His hands and feet were wrapped tightly in the Muai Thai fashion.
Hearing the ridicule offered the girl based solely on appearances Spyke would make a sharp motion with his right hand. This would release the energies he'd stored while meditating in the hotel lobby. The shockwave would take the form of a gust of wind absolutely harmless to all but would hopefully send a good many people in the stands into silence. Regardless he would smile at the woman and hold his hand out.
"Ma'am I am pleased to make your acquaintance! It is rare that someone of such beauty would pursue the arts presented here in this tournament. Please allow me to make this entertaining for you at the very least. Might I please have the honor of hearing your name before we start and perhaps a hand shake?" The last was posed purely as querie.
Regardless of whether the woman would accept Spyke's compliments and decorum, and feeling satisfied that he had discharged all his energies, he felt he would be able to test himself without the pointless super human abilities without regret. How far had the training gone?
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:32 pm
"Jurie Arks, dear sir." She'd say with a bit more ease, taking his hand firmly within her own with a surprisingly strong grip. He'd feel the callouses formed around her hands, a fact she often grew very shy about, but with all of the excitement going on she didn't have time to think about it. He'd also notice upon the shake that she was adorned with a pair of open-fingered metal gauntlets and at this distance he'd even notice the pair of blacksmith hammers laced tightly across either side of her pants, held firmly in place by some ties which seemed to be woven into the pants themselves.
Indeed, there was more to the maiden than a single glance could give.
"I'm glad that I could be paired with such a friendly outsider for my first encounter. I don't know much about this world of yours..." She smiled sweetly as she released her grip upon his hand, that special pendant of hers dangling from her wrist as she placed her fingertips across her beating heart. "I do hope though that I can make this just as enjoyable for you mister....?"
She'd pause for a moment to give the man some time to reply. After all, she didn't want to get in a fight until all the formalities were out of the way.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:56 pm
He would smile warmly noticing as much as possible. Studying your opponent was always good but the time had come to kick the game off.
"I see. Well then Ms. Arks you may call me Spyke Belmont. As time is short I would respectfully request you get us started. I eagerly await your send off at this most auspicious event."
With that Spyke bowed to her and backed away a few feet. Closing his eyes he focused on calming himself and attempting to become one with not only his surroundings but the energies of his surroundings, making painfully sure not to use any energy whatsoever. This being done he opened his eyes once more and took another step back. He distributed his weight evenly with his left leg forward and his body twisted slightly to show as little surface area as possible. His legs were slightly bent and his arms were held up in front of his person guarding his face, staggered just as his feet. To most this was a generic battle stance for many styles.
"And so Ms. Arks, if you would honor me by taking the first move I would be very pleased."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:40 am
Without wasting much time the blacksmith would take several steps back, stretching her hands out in front of her with a smile as her gentle voice rang out to the man before her, a sense of anticipation overwhelming that once timid tone. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Mister Belmont. I wish you the best in the oncoming moments and for a good moment to be shared between the both of us."
Particles of spiritual energy began to form around her hands, the elegant violet and blue ethereal light swirling into shapes and forms of all kinds. After a few moments, however, the energies began to form beneath her palms a few inches away from contact, seeming to mold into a set of bars which soon took the shape of a pair of tonfa. The energy at this point still held a bit of a course feel to it and juts of spiritual matter still made for an uncomfortable grip though as soon as her hands formed over those handles the entirety of the weapon seemed to harden over completely, those ridged end bending around her grasp until a wave of power jolted throughout those hands in the form of a pair of white rings circling down her arms. This energy barreled into the solidified spirit energy and seemed to give the weapons a smoother shape and form, cracking off all those tiny spikes like a power sander against some wood.
She was ready now.
With a shift from her right side she'd bring her body forward, left leg back and bent while the right came forth, both balancing on the balls of the feet. This motion enough would close the gap to bring them just inside the tonfa's full reach, seeing as they both stepped back only a few steps. So as that body came forward Jurie would use a bit of torque from her right side to swing horizontally with her right tonfa towards his left arm, sending that tonfa into a bit of a spin as she intended to strike him with the longer end of the weapon with the impact coming a few inches down the end of the weapon. It would be noted that Jurie used her shoulder, wrist, waist, and arm working in conjunction to produce the most potent blow possible. A fast, sufficient and powerful strike to start things off.
Her eyes would keep a sharp view over his movements and her expressions seemed to to loosen up a great deal, though it could be noticed that for some reason she was already starting to look pretty heated up, a slight sweat already streaking down her her cheek. Were he to get close enough to actually touch her skin he'd notice her body was burning up, almost as though she'd just slipped into a steaming hot bath and sorta jumped back out. But really this was neither here nor there.
She'd bring her left arm up a bit away from her body and leveled roughly around her oblique left neck region. Were the blow to hit or land a followup was already devised in mind.
Tonfa 1: Offense- 1 Defense- 1
Tonfa 2: Offense- 1 Defense- 1
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:04 pm
Spyke watched in amazement as she appeared to craft a weapon in mere moments right before his eyes. As a pursuer of various arts he was intrigued. Were it not for the tournament round taking place at the moment he'd have sat her down and asked innumerable questions. Unfortunately the battle called and so he was only allowed to smile warmly at the extreme show of talent before rolling into motion.
He watched carefully as the young woman would attack. The distance proved that she would be attacking at extreme range for her weapon choice and also somewhat high. Spyke's response was a simple action in theory. He would duck, however, it would be more complex than that. As his body fell his left leg would swing around and placing a couple feet forward causing a closing of the distance between the two. From the initiation of his own movement Spyke's body had begun twisting. Only slightly at first but as the first step was taken it would become more obvious. The more he moved the more extreme the spin. As Spyke lifted his right foot his entire body would begin spinning. His arms would be pulled back to his right side and as he placed his right foot about ten inches in front of her, his body would rise and straighten. Adding the momentum of the spin he would thrust his arms forward. His right fist directly above his left and the chosen target just above and just below Ms. Arks solar plexus. The force of a connected blow would probably force her back a couple of feet and if it was unarmored would also have the chance to cause winding and inability to breath along with stunning and in extreme cases cracked bones.
Visually Spyke would have basically switched his stance so that now his right side was forward, however, his left leg would be further back and have shifted 90 degrees. His right foot would be perpendicular to his left and his entire body would be lower by about three inches. His torso would be leaning forward to a small degree. His left arm almost fully extended and his right still bent. ((Edited))
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:00 pm
Jurie's eyes focused as the man ducked under the blow, her body immediately following through with the strike in anticipation, gliding her right foot in a sweep to her left in a counterclockwise motion which came flowing together with her first blow. This would cause her body to slide through and move out of position of the opponent's strike, though the motion suffered from a bit of grace, causing the hip movement to dwindle the motion ever so slightly. This simply meant it didn't look as cool as it could have, making it look jumbled for a moment. However her stability and motions were really unaffected by this in the end.
Her expressions would only falter for a slight moment of desperation before relaxing again into the movements of the fight, not really having time to jut out any lines for the crowd. Another ring of energy would shoot down her left arm, causing the weapon to strengthen its offensive power a bit at the cause of a few cracks down the integrity of the weapon. Were that weapon to hit anything he'd feel a level of difference from its orignal potency, but such were tales for a later time.
She would anchor her right foot down when her foot took a sweep of about 45 degrees out, using this new point to bring her left leg in for another sweep in the same direction to the left, or counterclockwise. As this was going on she'd c**k her left arm up, gripping the tonfa against her arm tightly with the long end against her arm in preparation for her next attack. So as that body swung around she'd take that bar straight into the man's blow in a sort of backhand, aiming to smash the middle of her tonfa into the opponent's forearm and possibly carry the blow through into the face were she able to. After all, a bit of torque and a spin like that and it'd have a great deal of power into it, making it no surprise to do some real damage.
As for her right arm it would be coming up during this, spinning the tonfa back into its original position against her arm as she prepared to throw in another blow were her last endeavor not as successful as she'd hoped. A bit of care and foresight went a long ways for her in the past after all, it would probably do her worlds of good here as well.
Tonfa 1: Offense- 1 Defense- 1
Tonfa 2: Offense- 3 Defense- 0
((edited to add weapon alterations))
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 6:38 pm
Spyke noticing Jurie's movement after his head whipped around from the spin would have mere moments to react as she would be in a notably different position than he'd planned on. Spyke would continue on though as before with minor differences.
The first being he would try to make his attack flow into his next movement. It is far easier to keep an object in motion than having to do several start and stop motions. This would also preserve some of the momentum he'd built which would come into play a little later.
Secondly he would alter his hands positions. Knowing full well that there was no longer a target in the desired locale and that there would be an almost immediate counter attack he would pull his right hand, which was closer to his body, in so that it was mere inches from his person. It would appear as if he was sliding it under her weapon in a serpentine fashion. His left would go wide a little bit from its previous trajectory. Noting how close his opponent was to him instead of dodging he would quickly move his hand to where her wrist would be and moved along with her swing. At the same time applying slight pressure so that it would go high. Thereby removing almost all damaging effects of the swing. The initial impact would hurt some but not nearly as bad.
Now while her swing went off course Spyke would duck under it slightly and do a 180 degree turn putting him on the inside of her stance and in control of her left arm. From here he would take a firm grip of the wrist, that up until now had only been in a light hold, and would pull it away from her with a lot of force. Essentially pulling her towards him. This was done solely to pull her off balance removing the opportunity to move out of his plans. Leaving Spyke to hopefully succeed in his design.
The turn Spyke took had placed them near enough to each other that he could perform a sweep kick. Likewise he was able to apply quite a bit of force with his right hand by slamming his open palm between her breasts on her solar plexus once again, this not only being a sensitive spot but a center for her upper bodies gravity. The two previous moves were done at the same time so that the opposing forces would leave her in the air and falling. Spyke, however, hadn't yet finished. With his right hand he continued to apply pressure so that he literally would slam her into the ground. Thereby hitting her solar plexus twice. At the same time he controlled her left hand so her only viable options for retaliation should be her right arm. If all went well she would be winded, stunned and incapable of an immediate response.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:48 pm
The two were dancing around elegantly throughout their fight, a spectacle that draw a few breaths of awe from the crowd in quiet spurts. Indeed the once skeptical and silent stands were beginning to rouse with a bit of chatter, the voices of the spectators rising to a soft level of excitement while the two duked it out. Even the once pessimistic man who teased the blacksmith earlier was giving Jurie a slight nod, feeling a slight bit guilty at making fun of her moments before.
She had some style, but would that be enough?
As the backhand came in she'd be looking back over her shoulder to ensure that it connected right, and after catching the sight of the man attempting to grapple her arm she knew that she couldn't let it go through smoothly. He'd scrape against her wrist as he tried to snake in, but with a quick twist of her arm positioned the bar of the tonfa downward and a veer to send that blow angled upward to a slighter degree would ensure the loose grip wouldn't hold. Albeit she wouldn't be able to connect to his face with the slight duck he performed, the blow to the arm wouldn't be as bad do to the position of the weapon, and he was now on the inside of her guard. But he didn't have as much control over her as he otherwise would.
Now was as good a time as any to pull out this card. Not exactly her ace, but it was a nice trick.Mists of Creation A means of releasing the heat generated from the forge ability. This heat is released as a cloud of steam from Jurie's body, much like one would see when heated iron is plunged into water to cool and is passively activated after the forge ability, though the heat can be captured and released at a later time if chosen to do so at the cost of comfort, as the heat will well within the user's body instead until released. For each weapon forged a radius of 5 ft. becomes coated in a heavy fog for a single round of posts.
She'd continue shuffling back until she was at the edge of the blanket of fog, hiding herself within the mists as she readied herself for the next attack.Tonfa 1: Offense-1 Defense-1
Tonfa 2: Offense-2 Defense-2
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 8:25 pm
Spyke would have been surprised had he not been so focused on landing his attack. He'd dodged the attack and missed gaining full control of her arm but fact of the matter was that he was still within physical reach of her. The release of the smoke would be shocking and it would definitely cause a problem for him.
The smoke would become a factor soon enough but at the current time there was one thing that stood forefront in Spyke's mind. She'd literally been inches from him and due to the loss of her arm he'd speed up his efforts. He'd no sooner entered her guard than his attack was launched. This time with a few differences. The first being he would make the attempt to get his leg as far behind her last known position as possible and sweep from there much harder and faster. Secondly instead of a palm thrust he'd actually punch. Again faster and harder. He kept his aim the same as before, the solar plexus. This being in the center of the chest and therefore increases probability of a strike. On top of that if he did connect with her with his fist he would put as much force as he possibly could behind it to throw her to the ground with it.
If she had released the smoke before moving chances are she'd dodged nothing. However, had she been moving as she released the smoke the most Spyke could hope for was catching her leg. Barring making contact Spyke would literally dive backwards as soon as possible. The tonfa would most probably make contact along the side of his outstretched arm. This being the case it would glance off the blood-red gem on his elbow and strike his bicep.
Regardless of the outcome as soon as his attempts proved to fail or succeed he would immediately exit the smoke cloud and move away by ten feet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 10:31 am
"What's going on?" One of the crowd would jeer out.
"I can't see anything in that haze!"
Jurie felt Spyke's leg sweep behind her as she shuffled back and she'd let out a sharp, surprised cry and do her best to compose herself. She would throw her weight backwards as she went with the sudden force throwing her to the ground, knowing full well that fighting the motion would only cause her problems when retaliating. This would send her into a bit of a tumble, her legs giving way as her shoulders came crashing down first. She ensured to give a bit of a push with the balls of her feet before losing contact with the ground, ensuring a bit of backwards momentum so that she could send herself into a roll a bit away from her opponent. Needless to say, giving into the fall like that was going to put her out of the way of her opponent's blow, the hand scraping across the edge of her breast as she plummeted downward. But it also meant that her attack wasn't going to happen, seeing as how the sweep was already sending her to the ground.
By this time the smoke was beginning to clear and the two fighters would be able to see one another again.
Jurie would continue the roll backwards before slamming her knees into the ground, jetting herself up with the momentum to regain her balance on her feet. She'd keep a careful eye on her opponent who seemed to retreat, the both of them now about 20 feet apart. Taking but a moment to prepare, Jurie would shoot another ring of energy through her right, steeling the offensive properties of the weapon as she raised her arms up, her left slightly below her right, as she waited a soft moment to see her opponent's next move.
"Hanh, hanh." Her breaths came heavy for a moment, her body coursing with adrenaline from the short encounter. The two of them knew the other's style a slight bit from that soft encounter and the blacksmith couldn't help but smile to herself ever so softly at the rush this competition was gracing her with. She'd shuffle forward a bit, closing the gap a foot or so, as she kept her eyes, body, and mind trained on Spyke's every move.
Tonfa 1: Offense- 2 Defense- 2
Tonfa 2: Offense- 3 Defense- 0
((edited for clarity and weapon stats.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 4:40 pm
Spyke would smile warmly as he exited the smoke. It was fun indeed. Such had been his hope. Obviously this woman was far better than the jeering she'd received earlier might have indicated. The time to continue though was at hand and Spyke stretched his arms just a little before he decided to do something impulsive.
He'd noticed that Jurie had been breathing somewhat heavily just now. It would be foolish to believe that she happened to be at her limit, however, perhaps she was unaccustomed to battle such as this. If Spyke could find a way to tire her out perhaps he could gain the upper hand. This being the case he'd decided on his next move.
With a wink to Ms. Arks he would begin to run full out in her direction. The monk just barreled his way towards her on the balls of his feet. The sand was a slight hindrance in this regard. Running was not what it should have been but Spyke made due and never faltered. When he was within reasonable range for a jump kick, within ten feet or so, Spyke jumped about seven feet. On closer inspection it appeared to be more of a hop. This would hopefully force her to react to what she might think was coming. Whether that reaction be a counter move or a dodge upon touching the ground again Spyke would put all his leg strength in a type of spinning flip over her head. If things went right, and they probably wouldn't, Spyke would land on the sand behind her balancing on one foot while sweeping her legs out from beneath her. This would cause her to fall on her face.
Now granted he had enough time between her falling, if she fell, and her reacting he'd try to pin her so that he could begin the execution of another plan. The way he'd try to pin her would be to ascertain which part of her was closest and force it down into the sand with his free hands. [Edited for clarity]
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 7:59 pm
It didn't take long for Jurie to catch her breath again as but a few heaves would send her back into a gentle calm. Her eyes flickered over the man as he began charging towards her, and with a bit of a shuffle her shoes would begin gliding forward as well. She wouldn't be moving anywhere near as fast as the man, but she was going at a steady pace with a great deal more control, her body remaining centered and balanced with every ounce of moment.
Upon seeing him feign a jump, hopping about seven feet or so from about ten feet away Jurie would stop for a moment, keeping her mind clear and open as to what to expect while raising her guard, ready to pivot out of the way of the blow. The feign wouldn't work... not at such a distance anyways and with Jurie at the ready, examining his movements. So as soon as he began vaulting himself overhead the blacksmith would act immediately, shuffling her way to her right side a bit while keeping her eye trained on her opponent as she moved herself out of the path of the assault. Now before he would even land Jurie was already preparing an offensive counter for the man, a ring of energy shooting down her left arm to bring a brilliant shimmer of power cascading down the weapon in all manners of hues. The once dim tonfa was now glistening with power, golds and violets shimmering down the shaft of the weapon like a diamond in the rough. And were one capable of feeling or seeing the spiritual potency of an item they'd notice that the weapon was brimming with power.
Four charges, four times the base power of a tonfa. This... was going to hurt.
She'd send that tonfa into a potent swing as he came nearing the ground, the long shaft of the weapon whirling in with the snapping force of a tightened spring just waiting to be unleashed. The blow would end up connecting around his lower back or gut, whichever way he happened to be facing towards Jurie at the time. Either way the weapon would ring out with a resounding crack which could be heard over all the cries and cheers the crowd was letting loose, letting all know the potential pain the weapon could cause when in the proper hands. Were the blow to land it would either cause some serious bruising or possibly a few broken bones at that level of power, less he had some resistances against spiritual weapons. One way or another the blow would be devastating wherever it would hit, be it arm, body, or leg.
As for the sweep, if he could even get it in after taking the blow, it would only be able to catch up at her forward ((right)) foot as the back leg would be out of reach when she faced to pivot the man before unleashing her assault. IF he could manage this it would only throw her slightly off balance for a moment, causing her back leg to balance the weight out as her forward leg reclaimed its footing. It would only take a spit second for her to gather herself back up, pulling the leg back to balance on the ball once more, making her left foot forward and right back.
She'd be a bit further back now as well due to this as she expected him to come in with an assault either way. And even if he didn't come in after her she'd due the shift regardless to gain a soft amount of distance between the two.
Soft gasps warped throughout the stadium at the vault and counter, both lacing together in the path of the dance. A few kids would cry out for Spyke, cheering him on with his performance thus far as encouragement while a group of girls on the other end edged on Jurie to smash the guy's face in. All around it seemed that this fight was becoming more and more of a spectacle that everyone just wanted to chide in on. And slowly, but surely, the stands would fill more and more with spectators interested enough to toss in a few bucks for the entry fee.
Tonfa 1: Offense- 4 Defense- 1
Tonfa 2: Offense- 3 Defense- 0
((edited due to misinterpretation of post.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:58 pm
Spyke knew from the time of mid-hop that if she hadn't already moved he'd be dealing with a counter attack on a fairly damaging level. This being the case he knew that to proceed at times one must allow damage to be taken of various natures. Committed to making this event one of those times he continued with the original plan the entirety of it being a feint now.
As Spyke would pivot over her head he would do his utmost to keep an eye on Jurie. Upon coming down he noticed the attack coming in. A powerful physical blow at that. As Spyke was in the air he could only hope that it wouldn't be overly severe. Spyke's design, however, would succeed at the very least. Less than a moment from the time Jurie's weapon would impact Spyke in the gut right over the gems he had on his person, so close that the weapon touched an orb, he would take hold of her wrist with his right hand. This time a firm grip. Having emptied his lungs just prior to the strike he suffered no loss of air and since there were no bones present where she struck there would be no cracking. A large bruise would make its appearance instead along with severe pain that he'd just have to grit his teeth against. Adrenaline going a fair way to minimize the trauma for the time being.
Now it would be Spyke's turn. The blow forced him to step back a foot or two but he applied all his mental faculties to forcing his hand to stay clamped on her wrist in a vice grip type fashion. This being the case she would be forced to either stumble with him or keep him upright and strong in his stance. Either way after that single moment he would literally yank her as hard as he could towards himself and swing his free left hand with his bodies full force straight towards the center of her chest. This he did so that her breasts, which tend to be soft and fleshy, would not soften the force of his blow. Being a former warrior and now a monk it would be safe to assume he was aiming for a damaging blow. Were his fist to hit its target it would be an eye opening experience for just how hard a mans fist could be. In fact it wouldn't be difficult for some ribs to crack in the venture.
Spyke was fully prepared for some kind of interference though. If the woman was focused enough it was entirely possible she might be able to stop the attack. Even off balance and being pulled into it. Something that might catch Jurie's eye if she was more focused than the surprise grab would have hopefully left her would be a weak glow emitting from the red orbs. Like of a mass of angry red eyes were focusing on her. If the attack failed to surprise her hopefully that would. As for the meaning. Only time would tell yet if she was very focused indeed she'd notice that the glow started from the moment her weapon touched the first orb. Blood Orbs charge: 1
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