The coliseum is an oval (ellipse) with the outer measurements as follows: Length: 189 meters (615 ft) Width: 156 meters (510 ft) Height: 48 meters (157 ft). The inner measurements (arena area) Length: 88 meters (287 ft) Width: 56 meters (180 ft) Height: 4.6 meters (15 ft). Modeled akin to the coliseum in Rome, Italy. The interior of the arena is a simple pit of packed dirt, the thousands of seats available for many to view the happenings within. The arena itself is protected on the walls closing it in with runes, keeping the audience from potential danger of stray attacks and a wide range of damage. These runes also keep the foundation of the arena from being all but obliterated.
Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2014 7:05 pm
Jay. S. Borne
There were very few times when the feisty brawler known as Jay entered a fight without a flashy entrance, her well toned curvy figure was dwarfed by the arena she had been placed in,. It was this that completely threw her off, she was used to getting down and dirty in underground clubs, bars, on the streets... even in various wastelands or even planets that consisted mostly of ******** lava.
But this? This was completely foreign to her, it was massive, and all she could do was look around in absolute awe at the beauty of such a thing. People filled the seats and watched with anticipation for the action that was to come. Dark brown eyes looked up at the hundreds of people who stared right back, her lips curling into a twisted smile as she began to feel the adrenalin pumping through her veins, heart rate rising with each measured breath as the reality dawned on her.
This was her time to shine, to do what she did best. To fight like the monster she truly was.
Walking out from the shade of the wall where she had been residing to reveal her body to the entire crowd. Wearing her classic steal toed, knee high combat boots along with patent stockings that stopped just short of her groin. But that was where the modest coverage stopped. Oh yes, she had decided on the less is more approach and had donned the tiny soft black leather shorts along with a matching bikini top that seemed to be stretched to its limit trying to hold in her ample bosom. The outfit was then completed with a nice spiked collar around her neck and patent gloves that covered her arms to her biceps.
However there was something else which made some of the crowd cheer her name and start talking excitedly amongst themselves. There was a nice leather belt about her waist, and it had her infamous crowbar attached to her right hip. The only 'noticeable' weapon on her, the ever present custom trench blades were hidden in the outer sides of her boots. But her opponent would find that out for himself soon enough. Not to mention her other talents....
Raising her arms into the air she turned a full 360 before stopping to run her fingers through her silver streaked black hair, pulling it back to tie it up via looping it through itself... Since it had grown a decent amount since the last time may of the people gathered might of seen her fight.
A few wolf whistles filled the air as she continued to smile, the devilish look in her eyes a dead give away of how excited she was to get her hands bloody once again.
Wolf whistles from the crowd heralded the entrance of contestant number one into the arena; the sheer size of the area that had been prepared for combat downed out any specific catcalls into the low hum of background noise pierced by the shrill cry of those whistles. They were calling to her, but wolves whistled and a wolf answered.
Another whistle sounded out, almost lost among the others but this one had not come from the stands but from the entry opposite of where Jay had entered. In the shadow of the tunnel that lead out from underneath the stadium seating the woman would see a figure approaching; the silhouetted figure with big eyes, and big ears and big teeth walking toward her down that walkway like a wolf on two legs.
As it stepped into the light the details became clearer... it was not a wolf, and yet it was. The male figure that walked into the arena wore a ragged wolf skin over his head like a headdress; the skin of the wolf's head stretched over his own atop a thin wooden mask painted to resemble the teeth that the creature had once had in life. The hide draped down his back and over his shoulders, hanging across a sheathed sword over his right shoulder and the ribbed metal handle of something else over his left. The male figure's outfit seemed to be a mixture of various styles, wearing a modern-looking leather jacket that seemed to be reinforced around the chest, faded denim jeans, and leather boots that came up to mid-calf and laced on either side to indicate that the front was probably a solid piece. Unlike his scantily-clad opponent the male had come with at least some armor; a fact driven in more completely by the set of painted-black gauntlets he wore which reached all the way to the elbow.
The closer he came to her the more detail she could see in his guise, and if she did not attack he would cover all of the distance between them with the same measured gait, coming to a stop only at an arm's length from the woman. From this distance she would be able to clearly see that the male was of average height and average build, and that he also had a handle protruding from a sheath on either side of his belt that was similar to the steel grip over his left shoulder.
"You are Jay, yes...?" the male said, his voice sounding somewhat muffled and hollow from behind the mask. They were close enough that she would easily see his blue eyes giving her the once-over. Then his right hand extended, palm facing inward and up; the silvery sheen of steel was visible in all of the finger joints, where the black color had been rubbed off by friction though there also seemed to be a contact plate of some sort on the palm of his hand as well. "For the time being please call me Justice. I hope that we can have an honorable fight today."
His hand would stay where it was until she reacted... though if she took too long to answer, he would follow with: "Don't worry, it won't bite. I promise." Not the kind a promise a man in wolf's clothing would normally make.
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 1:19 pm
It was sad to say that Jay was confused as her opponent entered the arena, he seemed very...strange. Even by her standards. Which kind of said something considering who she had as friends, although none of them ever wore masks or covered their face, well except Theo because he kind of needed it.
Patiently she would wait for him to reach her, looking him up and down with a fair bit of curiosity as she took note of the various hilts, and odd clothing. Mentally taking note of the gauntlets and jacket.
But what she stared at the longest was the face a wolf, it bothered her to see such a majestic animal draped over some man's body. Let alone it's face hiding his own.
Dark brown eyes fixed onto his blue, revealing her instant dislike before he even had a chance to speak. But attacking right away wasn't what she was going to do this time around, no she needed to see how he moved, find that sweet spot and hammer away until he broke.... Because at the end of the day...Everyone can be broken one way or another. "Justice.... Strange name for some one who hides behind the face of a dead animal." The way she said it was as though a question was being asked, innocent was her voice as it reached his ears, even if her eyes remained filled with dislike. Not hate, just general dislike. This was made even more obvious as he extended his hand, the gauntlet reminding her that he was fa more protected than herself, then again he was going to need it. "If we are going to shake hands, we shake hands... Not metal to glove-"
Removing her left glove even as she spoke, the patent material sliding free of her hand before being tucked into the belt around her waist. Waiting now to see if he would humour her and do the same. It was kind of the right thing to do, the crowd watching with baited breath as the pair stood ever so close, waiting for something to happen.... "- I hope you understand I like to fight with honour too. This is how you start things the right way. And a shame you don't bite..."
(( I work nights so I'm around at weird hours, sorry if it's inconvenient. ))
Darkest Silver
"Justice.... Strange name for some one who hides behind the face of a dead animal."
"I have my reasons for the way I'm dressed," answered the male as she criticized his mask, "as I'm sure you do."
It wasn't the first time that he had received that same half-mocking half-confused look in response to a mask that he wore... it was not always the same mask, and it seemed that this one was particularly distasteful to the woman. Perhaps she would have preferred a rubber costume-shop Ryugi Kazamaru mask instead? The purpose of concealing his identity would have been the same, but something like that would have only served to mock both his opponent and the man that the mask was modeled after.
She hesitated... he couldn't blame her. In his experience fighting these types of matches the type of person who was willing to extend their hand without some ulterior motive were a significant minority. A battle of this sort was begun at first glance, as either of the fighters gauged the other and drew conclusions based on what they saw and what their opponent wanted them to see. Jay looked at his mask and his hand, both with a disapproving look upon her face. The masked male looked at her bikini top and short shorts, both with an indiscernible look upon his mask.
It was obvious that she was broadcasting that for one reason or another. There were a number of conclusions that could be drawn from it, though no guarantee that any were completely correct. Her obvious lack of armor was one, and her choice of outfit even beyond that fact was not particularly one of functionality but rather that she wanted someone to stare and be distracted from what she was really up to -- an asset that some were able to exploit and others weren't. His jaw clenched behind the mask as he had to forcibly stop himself from commenting on it; she knew what she was getting into when she walked out dressed like that, and it would be nothing short of insulting for him to question her on it. He had his reasons, and she had hers.
"I said nothing of the sort, ma'am." The masked Justice reached across with his left hand and grabbed the back of his other forearm, pulling the gauntlet on his right hand off of a pale hand and forearm that then repeated the earlier motion between them; hovering halfway between the woman and himself.
If she was looking closely enough at the mask, she would see the man wink at her once from behind it. "I only said the hand wouldn't."
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 6:47 pm
((It is fine hun. ^.^)) She could see him looking at her through the mask, and although most came to the same conclusion as he did...It was way off the mark. She had a very specific reason for wearing the clothes she did, and he would find out exactly why soon enough. Although the fact it took him a while to stop staring broadened that twisted smile of hers, it did have a way of distracting people, both women and men...And the odd furry.
"I do indeed. But mine aren't so obvious at first."
Chuckling to herself before he removed his gauntlet and re-offered her his hand. This time she gladly reached out and grasped it, giving him a firm handshake.
themightyjello
"I only said the hand wouldn't."
But instead of letting go she began to increase the pressure, her unnatural strength coming into play for a moment as she leaned forward with a devilish look in her eyes.
"Oh? That is a relief, I like to play rough."
A genuine reply, the true nature of this particular woman was slowly being revealed. Still holding his hand she felt a tingling sensation in her right hand beneath the remaining patent glove...although the material that covered her fingers and palm had peeled away.
They had spent enough time talking, and jay was itching to get started, the sickly urge to spill blood pushing all rational thought from her mind as she sought to make the first move. The 'honourable' hand shake was over, but she had still not let go. No she intended to keep that exposed hand out in the open for as long as she could.
So without further delay the brawler quickly let her right leg slide out so they were shoulders width apart, then yanking the poor man forward as she dug her heels into the earth. The super steroid making her far stronger than anyone her size should be.
Compound V
This million dollar steroid is taken one time only. The purpose of the serum is to enhance strength and speed in a human being in order to make them a more formidable opponent against other/out world-ish creatures. This serum also allows for larger burst of adrenaline to travel through the blood stream at a slightly accelerated speed, this makes the user experience an unnaturally high threshold for pain. [Max Lifting Capacity: - 750lbs, Max Running Speed: - 28mph.]
If he was pulled off balance by the feisty little woman she would follow up by spinning on her left heel, right hand shooting forward to grasp is forearm with that wonderful touch of hers... then without pause slide the man's arm over her shoulder pulling with as much strength as she could muster. Hunching over as she would throw the man over her shoulder onto the ground.
Again this would only happen if it all went as planned. Just a seemingly standard toss that would do little damage in itself.
But where her right hand touched his flesh would begin darken, faze one of her latest gift from those ancients who gave her the ability to show the world the 'truth'.
Of course she would play nice and remove her hands after grounding the man, if it worked.
The Touch
:: After rescuing a dying mute in Sigil’s streets, an ancient force graced Jay with this unwanted gift; granting her access to the aspect of decay, and allowing the female brawler to become its embodiment. Essentially, this allows her to touch any physical/material substance and implant it with an infectious energy of rotting affluence. While markedly powerful, the “disease” takes time to manifest fully; the impact multiplying with each, successive, touch. While often expressed by touching the same target multiple times, this is not required…Meaning that she may increase the power of The Touch by utilizing it on, for example: a wall, a plant, a person, and then the wall again. Each successive touch increases the potency of the decay by one step (listed below), and progresses Jay one step closer to her “cool down” phase. That being said, she is only able to (safely) raise The Touch to it’s fifth (5th) step; risking damage to herself should she attempt to take it further. In order to continue the decay progression she must use this ability at least once every three (3) posts, or else the counter drops by one step. If forced into her cool-down phase, The Touch immediately resets all the way back to it’s first step after the five (5) round cool-down is complete.
Step one
Blackening of the surface touched: Causes localized burning sensation (similar to a serious sunburn), and tightness to the skin/scales/fur/etc. of any living creature; Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately a minute.
There was a distinct lack of surprise in his reaction... no, more specifically it seemed that he did not react to her statement at all or the pressure that she exerted on his hand. He felt the squeeze getting tighter to an almost painful point but even this was not enough to warrant a reaction from him other than squeezing her hand tightly in return. His grip was firm, but nowhere near the superhuman type of strength that she was trying to exert upon the masked male's hand. Still, she had not done more than he would have expected and despite her firm handshake this was still at best an 'honourable' exchange.
For a moment, his hopes were raised.
In a moment, she betrayed that hope.
She dug her heels in quickly and pulled hard on his arm with a vice-like grip, bringing in her right hand as well to try and drag him off balance and pull him into a fast shoulder throw. His stance wasn't particularly set for bracing against a pull, so he had little to prevent his weight from falling forward -- she had his arm in both hands and it wasn't likely that he was going to get it back without a fight. She was strong for certain, and this kind of fight wasn't his strong suit either... but it's not like she had caught him completely unprepared either.
themightyjello
She hesitated... he couldn't blame her. In his experience fighting these types of matches the type of person who was willing to extend their hand without some ulterior motive were a significant minority.
The handshake was a test, one that she had failed like many others. Some would scoff at him for offering and still others would call him a fool for being so trusting; however, for Justice Guy this was a simple way of measuring his opponent. He'd even gone so far as to accept her request of bare-handed contact without attempting to call her bluff, but she still took advantage of it and spat on the gesture of sportsmanship. The gloves were off, in more ways than one.
He couldn't catch himself before she started to pull him over, so instead he went with the off-balance motion she had pulled him into and pushed forward with his feet instead; falling into her back right as she turned. The second gauntlet he'd been holding hit the ground behind him and his left hand shot forward in a hooked grab over her left shoulder, aiming to grab her around the neck before he went over; at the same time his left leg tried to hook around her (closest to him) leg to brace his body to hers--
Option A
-- if she was far enough into the throw by the time he managed to grab onto her, the momentum of her superhuman pull could have been enough to send them both crashing to the ground instead of just the masked male.
If they fell forward he would try to make sure that they both fell onto his arm and would tightly hold the grip upon her left hand so that ideally all 3 arms would be pinned for a few moments. After that he would try to slide upwards on her back and plant his knees on either side of her torso beneath her elbows to prevent her from sliding her arms out.
If they fell sideways, he would attempt to roll her onto her stomach and then follow the above plan.
If the throw completed and she came along with him for the ride he would hold tight onto her left hand and bring his right knee up under her other armpit to try and block off her range of motion with that arm.
Option B
-- if he got up against her fast enough she wouldn't be able to easily pull him over, and with a quick slide of his left foot forward the male flattened his body up against hers from behind and pushed his own left foot to the inside of hers, trying to slide it further outward and widen her stance into something much lower and less stable. If he could get a hold of her like this as soon as he recovered his own balance he would take a step backwards and try to pull her with him and bend her over off-balance. With her pulling on his arm as she had been the back of her head would be against his chest and his right armpit would be over her right shoulder.
Regardless of where they ended up, the masked male would grab onto his own right shoulder with his left hand to solidify his grip as his arm squeezed in around her neck. She may have been strong but she would still need two hands to pry his arm away. Of course, she wasn't done yet.
Darkest Silver
But where her right hand touched his flesh would begin darken, faze one of her latest gift from those ancients who gave her the ability to show the world the 'truth'.
An unfamiliar pain shot through his right arm; he didn't know what was happening on the other side of the woman but he at least knew that it was some type of attack; probably based on touch due to her desire for bare-skin contact. The momentary realization shed light on her choice of clothing, but that was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment; instead choosing to focus his spiritual energy around his exposed arm in an attempt to slow down the effect of whatever it was she was doing.
Quote:
Take the Edge Off - Active, full action # Abandoning offense and focusing spirit energy into a heroic defense, the effect of meta-influenced attacks made against him is lessened. This is not a shield ability and it does not prevent damage, it only lessens it by allowing meta-human abilities to be 'blocked' when they otherwise would not be able to. Heroes don't go down easy, even against waves of fire or arcs of lightning. This ability only allows for guarding against attacks with concentrated effort and will not lessen the damage of any ability that is not being guarded.
"That's good to hear..." the male finally answered to her ear, once they briefly came to a stop, "since you've already lied to me once, I won't give you a second chance."
The result of her attempted throw was pretty far from ideal, a surprised squeak would be all she managed to get out as she felt him move forward against her backside.
themightyjello
-- if he got up against her fast enough she wouldn't be able to easily pull him over, and with a quick slide of his left foot forward the male flattened his body up against hers from behind and pushed his own left foot to the inside of hers, trying to slide it further outward and widen her stance into something much lower and less stable. If he could get a hold of her like this as soon as he recovered his own balance he would take a step backwards and try to pull her with him and bend her over off-balance. With her pulling on his arm as she had been the back of her head would be against his chest and his right armpit would be over her right shoulder.
The spiked collar she wore gave her minimal protection against such holds, it was the reason she wore it into every fight. too many times she had been caught out by grapple style fighters..which of course had forced her to learn ways to combat their techniques.
As her left was pushed aside and he stepped back he would find little to no resistance to it. Instead she would lean back and keep a firm hold of his right arm with her right hand, her left folding back over to grab the gauntleted left arm that pressed against her collar and neck. There was no panic, no thrashing about like she had done in the past, no she needed to remain calm and in control to allow herself the chance to escape.
When she found purchase she would pull down on the arm for leverage as she bent her knees so that her legs would swing back and she would no longer be bent backwards.
Scenario 1
Now IF he still had his left inside hers and stepped back with only his right then she would only slide back until her a** came to a stop.
If both of his legs were back then she would try do the following.
Only her right foot came back down to be placed flat on the ground (knee bent), while the left was still raised. No longer needing the leverage her left hand slipped free of the gauntleted arm and shot down to her boot, ignoring the crowbar at her side in favour of her favourite toy. The custom made trench blade that was hidden in the outer side of her boot, her bare fingers slipped through the knuckle duster styled hilt with absolute perfect precision. They were her pride and joy...
Let's see how you like this ******** it slid free she would try straighten up against him, pushing up using her right leg as the left stayed tucked back so the calf was against her thigh. Her left hand now armed slid away from the boot, turning her hand so that the blade faced inward.
Regardless of how his legs were placed, that blade was brought out for one purpose and one purpose only.....to spill blood. considering the poor man still had his right arm held in place over her shoulder there was little chance of avoiding what was to come. Jay smiled within his grasp, tilting her head back against his chest in the hopes he would see those eyes of hers that were filled with glee.
Sliding the right hand down his forearm to tighten around his wrist and pull down viciously to keep his arm as straight as she could. The eight inch custom blade was lifted swiftly and the tip thrust into the outer side of his forearm just below the elbow. It was very sharp and probably would sink in until the tip poked the skin on the other side before her true intention was revealed. With at least two/three of the eight inches inside, Jay would rip it down in the hopes of slicing his already damaged forearm open until the blade struck his wrist bone.
Of course if it all went to plan that is. The aim being to force him to release her so that she could recover and carry on fighting. As well as make him bleed... She liked to make people bleed.
Had she not been struggling to maintain conciousness the woman might of come up with some smart a** remark, but no. Jay was being choked...Again.
It looked like everything was going according to plan... or at least according to as much of a plan as he had up until that point.
The masked male had managed to prevent himself from being thrown by getting up close and personal with the scantily clad woman, but in doing so he'd wrapped his arm around a spiked collar that was now jabbing the inside of his arm with a vicious bite. His choke hadn't been squeezing hard enough to try and crush her neck but it needed to have enough pressure to be effective; and so in doing so those barbs would sink in to the layer of leather protecting his bicep and puncture the armoring, driving the pointed tips like needles into his arm. They didn't go deep, but it was still enough to draw blood on the inside of his sleeve.
As he pulled her back off balance he had hoped that she would let go of his arm and try to struggle out of his choke instead, but she only gripped onto him harder as if his bare hand were some type of life-line. It wasn't the effect he had wanted out of this, but keeping her on the defensive was still a small victory and afforded him a measure of control over the situation even if he couldn't get his arm free of her iron grip. A number of possibilities ran through his head about where to go from here; all the while doing what he could to keep her in as precarious footing as possible even though she was managing to keep herself calm and not struggle vainly - even quickly regaining her center of balance by folding her legs and pushing her body back up against his again.
She had obviously been in this position before, or at least was good at faking it. He had little enough experience with grappling but wasn't completely lost; a simple hold like this was something even an amateur could do and though most of his experience was in areas other than hand-to-hand he still knew the importance of being able to move freely in a fight...
Perhaps that was why it struck him like a bolt of lightning when Jay stopped trying to hold on to him and started fighting it instead. He had been holding his grip on her left hand as tightly as he could because he knew he would have no control over that arm otherwise and in a situation like this a small blade like the ones he himself usually kept on hand could turn the situation around in an instant. The masked male had hoped to force her to abandon her hold on him with the choke, but now he couldn't afford to hold her throat any longer or he would be putting himself at even bigger risk.
Darkest Silver
(Let's see how you like this ******** class="clear">
That loving embrace they shared would get a bit tighter for an instant, right when her left hand was torn from the grip of his right - the masked male squeezing her tighter around the neck and shoulders as he lifted upward suddenly; with her weight hanging off of him the way it was right now it meant he had control over her center of mass and he used it to 'throw' her upward by a couple of inches. It would give her that weightless feeling for half a second and give him just enough time to slip his arm out from around her neck and swing his left leg out behind him, stepping out from behind her just as gravity kicked in.
It was rather fortunate that she was holding him by the wrist rather than the forearm now... it meant that even if he couldn't get his arm away from her he had more control over the angle it took. As Jay's body started to fall the masked male kicked his elbow out and folded his hand into a fist-- what happened next was... like something out of a pro-wrestling ring. As the woman fell backwards the masked male dropped to his right knee alongside her and swung with all of his weight into what was effectively a right hook that was already planted squarely in the center of Jay's abdomen. When her back hit the ground it would do so with all of her weight, all of his weight, and as much force as he could muster all piled on top.
"JUSTICE PUNCH!!!!"
When he dropped down he would bring his left hand over to his shoulder, similarly to how he had been holding her in the choke-hold... the reason for this though was to place the metal gauntlet he wore on the side of his neck in case she had managed to grab hold of a weapon before he had managed to drop her. Once they were back on the ground again, he would waste no time in pushing his momentary advantage while he still had it -- Jay was out of the choke hold now, and had enough time to gasp one breath before he would knock the wind out of her with that drop -- if she wasn't able to react quickly enough he would quickly be on her again; sliding up over her right side and bringing his left knee across her chest with the intention of settling his shin down heavily onto her throat and continue where they had left off. The spiked collar would do much less to stop him like this, as they would have a hard time getting through the solid guard on the front of his boot.
"I didn't want to do that, Miss Jay," said the masked male as he leaned in over her, "but you like it rough... right?"
Given another full second after the fall he would have already climbed up onto her with one knee over her neck and the other up against her ribs on the right side, keeping her right arm controlled for now even if she let go of his own which, given that he had more freedom of movement now, he was trying to twist free of her fingers during the transition. If he got his right hand free then both of them would go to try and grab her left hand by the wrist and prevent her from making use of those little beauties she'd been reaching for. If not then only his armored left hand would be used to try and keep her from putting pointy things in his soft parts.
For now, all his spirit energy was focused on protecting his right arm against whatever kind of attack she had just used. It wouldn't find it so easy to affect him the next time she used it.
Justice: 28%
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 4:24 am
It was one bad move after another, but she was not going to give up... He realised what she was doing just in time to save his arm from being filleted. It disappointed her to know she would have to work harder to make him bleed, but at least for the time being they were both seeking an advantage. Neither one willing to give when pushed.
It was wonderful to have an opponent who wasn't afraid to get up close and personal, even if she suddenly found herself flying up into the air they were still physically connected... Wait what...?! Jay's eyes widened as the pressure on her throat was lifted and her body seemed to float for a second. Her left arm swinging up above her with that deadly blade gripped firmly in her hand.
!!
Then he struck her, his fist connecting with her abdomen and forcing her back to earth. Her lips parted but the scream that wanted to fill the air never came as the air was forced from her lungs. Pain surged through her body at the same moment her mind was able to comprehend what had just happened... Vision blurred and her ears rang as her head bounced off the ground once before coming to a stop amongst the dust that rose up around them from the impact.. The damage had been done, even as her vision cleared enough to see he was moving again. Jay was still swallowing back the pain while her head rolled to the side. Closing her eyes for but a moment as she mentally willed her body to move despite the pain that had washed over her and left her almost unable to move. Had it been anyone else it might very well of been the end. But this was Jay ******** Bourne! One of the toughest bitches on gaia! Her tolerance for pain was beyond human, thanks to the steroid her already high threshold was given a boost. Making her somewhat sadistic in the amount of punishment she could handle before her body gave out. even then her pride would not let her give up, not any more. So long as she was still alive she would keep fighting.. Which was exactly what she would do.
He was aiming to press his knee to her throat, and that just wouldn't do at all. But he was also forgetting something very important, he wasn't the only one wearing boots, and her nice steel toed ones would help her escape the latest attempt to choke her out...
It wasn't that she was ok, because she wasn't. But her mind refused to let the pain stop her form doing what needed to be done, because if she didn't act now then she would lose. Her husband would rejoice in the knowledge that she lost and would have to sit out the rest of the tournament.....That s**t just wasn't going to happen!
At this point the stadium erupted with noise, screams and cheers filled the air all around them.
Struggling to fill her burning lungs even before the leg was in place, Jay forced out a few words that were hard to hear even without the crowd roaring in the stands all around them... The man handling was enough to set them off and of course give them their moneys worth. "Heh,...you.. sure know ..how to handle a ..woman. Didn't think...you had it in ya'..."
Again her body shook as she was wracked with pained coughs, followed by a raspy laugh that quickly died out as things got serious again.
So her left arm was not free, it snaked under his shin just to the side of her left shoulder. The joy of Trench blades was you could still hold onto them even with an open palm. And that was what she was doing, pushing up to try lessen the pressure enough to allow her the time she needed. However the right hand still holding onto his wrist for dear life would finally let go as he shifted to take a seat on her. Trapping her upper arm against her ribs as he intended, but he could press his leg against her side as much as he wanted... It would make little difference to what she was about to do.
Coughing heavily as she struggled to breathe under his weight on her throat, her right hand reach up behind the leg that was pressed to her side and arm. Going straight up to to grab his right a** cheek...Oh yes she did! A firm grip that would be incredibly uncomfortable since she was digging her nails in as hard as she could to try break through the denim to get at that nice firm flesh... let alone what would come from her contact... Mhm, the second step.
Step two
Splitting of the surface touched: Causes painful legions (like having the flesh ripped away), and ruptures of the skin/scales/fur/etc. in the area touched of any living creature; Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately two minutes.
This would no doubt cause some kind of alarm in the righteous man, not only was his rear being 'sexually' assaulted, but the pant material would be disintegrated where her hand was. Letting go for a split second as her hand went higher to hook her fingers into the top of his pants, once found she would ball her fist in it and pull her right arm down to try force him to sway backwards with it.
Those sculpted legs of hers were more than free from his attention, and he had hilts sticking out above his shoulders... Being flexible from her years of dancing and street fighting Jay brought her legs up, spread open with the knees bent as her body curled with the sudden rocking motion.
Turning her feet inward as they reached his shoulders, pushing them back while pushing them together in the hopes of catching the hilts with her ankles or even being able to lock them in front of his neck before pushing them back down with as much strength as she could muster.
It was agony to curl after receiving the blow that she had. No doubt she was only causing more damage to the area, but it was better than the alternative...
If all went right this time around he would be slammed back into the ground, possibly bouncing the back of his skull off the packed earth and giving her a chance to slip free...
There was something satisfying about the sound and feel of impact in combat, in a way that is purely detached from the sadistic pleasures of inflicting pain upon another; in a test of skill against another combatant the measure of success was counted by blows, bruises, and blood. Though he took no joy in having to drive the woman into the ground like he did the masked male had done so without hesitation only because she had boasted such confidence and deviousness before -- any reservations he may have had about having to fight against a woman dressed as she was had disappeared when she demonstrated her monstrous physical strength and her ability to necrotize flesh on contact; both of which were more intimidating powers than he himself could have boasted of. For that reason he had pressed every advantage he could take and went to such great lengths to keep her arms pinned, because he knew that once the momentum shifted out of his favor it would be incredibly difficult to get it back.
Once he was on her again she finally gave up her hold on his right arm and he pulled it free almost immediately... to complete surprise. Though he had felt the pain radiating from his hand and forearm this was the first time he had gotten a look at it since she used the touch at the start of this all. The skin was red in some places, black in others, and looked as if it had left a burned impression of her hand into his flesh... an unwelcome sight to be certain. For a moment he thanked his preparedness for the protective gear he had brought with him, because due to the way she had used this ability on his exposed arm and only his exposed arm he guessed it required skin contact, which was why she was so insistent upon a bare handshake.
Unfortunately, that moment of distraction was more than enough for the woman to regain her composure and spring into action again. Her left hand went for his knee to try and hold it off of her throat, and as soon as he saw it both of his hands went for her wrist; still focusing his spirit energy around his right hand to protect it from the effects of her touch. There was a reason he wanted to keep her hands apart, and that reason was that being probably twice as strong as he was it would take both of his hands to keep one of hers from stabbing him.
Darkest Silver
"Heh,...you.. sure know ..how to handle a ..woman. Didn't think...you had it in ya'..."
"A gentleman treats a lady how she wants to--"
He hadn't even been able to finish his sentence before he was cut off, barely ducking under what he thought was a boot to the head but instead landed above his shoulder; forcing a sharp tug on his back as her foot struck against one of his sheathed weapons and sent him falling backward like an upturned wheelbarrow.
It was something he hadn't forgotten but she still saw fit to remind him of as the masked male went flying backward off of her: he was wrestling a silverback gorilla.
It wasn't until he landed flat on his back with his arms curled back behind his neck to protect his head from the impact that he noticed the blinding pain coming from his backside. He'd noticed her little love touches a moment ago while he was focusing on trying to choke her out, but if she had been able to use that ability of hers without direct contact she wouldn't have needed him to remove his gauntlet... unless the armor had just been too thick for it to penetrate? In contrast the denim jeans he wore were probably the thinnest material on him right now... hells take that woman, she had caught him unaware twice with that ability already and the second time wasn't even a surprise attack.
Folding his arms in over his face the masked male rolled quickly to his left over his shoulder to put some distance between them now that they were actually separated; kicking his feet out to the side to turn his second roll into one that would bring him up onto his right knee and facing the woman's general direction again.
It was looking hopeful for him when he knocked the wind out of her but that advantage was fleeting and now he was worse off than he had been so far. Even if it took her a moment to catch her breath it would take him double that to take measure of how much he could trust his right leg now with an unknown injury to his backside. Still... if she tried something now he could still probably stop her.
"And I was just getting into a comfortable position..." he said, perhaps to buy time or perhaps to simply break the silence.
Finally she was free from is persistent attempt to choke her, it was beyond bliss to be able to fill her lungs with air and not have the weight of the man on her. He rolled away, because he probably realised... It was not a good idea to be close to the vicious brawler.
Taking a few seconds to recover just enough to be able to casually rise up onto her knees, her right hand pressed to the still throbbing flesh of her stomach. It would become a very nasty bruise soon enough, the small purple dots scattered amongst the reddened flesh confirmed that. A low moan flowed from parted lips as she let her body adjust for the new weak spot, without armour she could not protect it, how ever...He was no less vulnerable than her. Having finally done a little damage to him as compensation for the devastating strike he had landed on her.
"Yeah? Didn't think you were the type to find a woman's chest comfortable... Aren't the good guys supposed to be all about chivalry and respect...." Jay's voice trailed off as she finally managed to get to her feet, the crowd roaring even louder now that they had separated. It had been a great start to the match, and Jay's lips peeled back into a sadistic grin as her eyes looked over the man who was looking a little worse for wear much like herself.
"What's the matter, feeling a little 'Butt hurt'?"
The woman laughed at her own dry humour. Of course she wasn't funny, she was a fighter not a comedian.
"Let's play a game, Justice, I want to see what's under that mask...."
Walking forward slowly as her breathing began to return to normal, the burning sensation in her chest fading away to a dull ache much like the pain in her abdomen would given enough time.
"If I draw first blood... you will show me your face after the match, regardless of who wins."
Pausing to crouch down and slip the matching blade free from her right boot, both hands now armed, hanging at her sides as her dark brown eyes continued to eye the man up like a hungry wolf would wounded prey. There was something wrong about the woman, she was enjoying the fight far too much considering the pain he had inflicted so far. Could it be she enjoyed it? the pain? It was a little like fuel to her, having long ago learnt that to survive you had to be better than those who would literally eat you for lunch.
The pain let you know you were still alive...
"Do we have a deal?" Why she didn't attack him while he was down? Because that would take the fun out of the fight. Jay wanted him to get up, to face her head on and willing. There was no point beating a man while he was down. She had been allowed to recover, and thus so would he... to an extent.
The dust covered combat boots came to a stop about four feet from the kneeling man. There the brawler would wait, eyes never leaving him.
"Aren't the good guys supposed to be all about chivalry and respect...."
"And seat cushions," the masked male reminded her casually, with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. "You can't downplay the importance of seat cushions on a long ride, Miss Jay."
She was up already... that wasn't a good sign. The damage he had inflicted was melting away with each passing second as she caught her breath again; a couple of bruises weren't going to put someone down for the count so if he was going to get back into a winning position he would have to start hitting her where it hurt. Unfortunately, that usually required standing and at the moment one of his legs was being stubborn.
Darkest Silver
"Let's play a game, Justice, I want to see what's under that mask.... If I draw first blood... you will show me your face after the match, regardless of who wins."
"Sorry," he answered to the woman with a shake of the head, "I won't accept a bet that I've already lost. It's just bad policy." Picking his bare hand up from the dirt he reached as if he were digging something out of his back pocket, only to come back with a palm streaked in red and a half-hearted laugh. "You can still go for the second place prize though..."
Finally getting back to his feet, the masked male stood with most of his weight on the left side and then bent over slightly; slapping the front of his pants several times to shake the dust off. It was hard to tell with his face covered as it was, but the pain of his own injuries didn't seem to be slowing him down at all either. It had nothing to do with a naturally high tolerance for pain or super syrum though; what drove him on the way it did was a concoction brewed from iron will, steadfast determination, and pure heroism.
Justice brought his burned hand up and tapped his finger against the wolf's forehead, lowering his gaze to meet hers with that wolf-tooth grin plastered across his mask.
"If you want it, try to take it... ma'am."
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 3:13 pm
For a moment her heart skipped a beat, pupils dilating as the sweet sign of blood filled her vision, focused on the hand he brought out which revealed she had drawn first blood already.... The brawler had lived up to her reputation. Even if she lost a fight, it nine times out of ten was her that drew blood first. It was then that her cheeks flushed with colour while a satisfied moan escaped as she licked her lips.
"Well isn't that just a pretty sight, you look good with a it of red....Let's see if I can't add a little more yeah?"
It had renewed her energy, that fast working brain of hers releasing endorphins and adrenaline into her system, the pain she had suffered so far was well worth the result. The fact he was bleeding gave her great pleasure and made her eyes light up with joy.
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Justice brought his burned hand up and tapped his finger against the wolf's forehead, lowering his gaze to meet hers with that wolf-tooth grin plastered across his mask.
"If you want it, try to take it... ma'am."
Oh how she was going to enjoy this, Jay found herself trembling as she brought her closed fists up to her chin and giggled with delight at the fact he was going to play instead of be a sourpuss like most people were when facing her. It was exciting to know that neither of them were close to finished yet.... "Oh I am starting to like you, but don't get mad when I tear that poor wolf skin from your broken body..."
The words had barely left her mouth before she lunged forward to close the four foot gap between them, he was favouring his right side which gave her a rough idea of what to do next. Landing with her right foot about a foot and a half in front of him, her body came rushing in head on, hands once held at her chin swept down and out to their respective sides, the eight inch blades aimed to cut cross ways over the reinforced jacket. While pushing forward by way of bringing her left leg up past the right to land her foot between his.
Hopefully the combination of her trying to cut him while getting all up in is face would force him to move backwards and out of reach....She wanted to see what his mobility was like now that they were both standing again.
Landing with her right foot about a foot and a half in front of him, her body came rushing in head on, hands once held at her chin swept down and out to their respective sides,
which gave him the perfect window of opportunity to try and seize control of the direction this fight was beginning to turn in.
It was true that his mobility was going to suffer as a result of the last injury, which was why it was no longer a viable option to try and keep his distance from her. However, her demonstrated strength and the weapons she now had at the ready made it an equally distasteful proposition to be in close range; which meant that his ideal distance for the time being was going to be medium range... the 3-4 foot gap that they had started at, and not anything closer than that. To regain that distance he had two options, and for the moment he had to cross 'retreat' off of the list.
So as she came in uncomfortably close, his only remaining choice was to come in even closer; sliding his left leg forward into her charge with a short step that barely took his foot off of the ground the masked male dug the toe of his injured leg into the ground and straightened his knee as to brace it for--
CRACK!
--his vision went black for an instant as the taller male came down hard onto the bridge of Jay's nose with his own forehead; the image of the etched wolf teeth coming down on her completely filling her vision just before impact. The decorative mask was no protection from such a thing, and as the splitting pain of the headbutt reverberated through Justice's own forehead the wooden mask split as well - a thick crack appearing straight down the middle of it as a result.
His hands shot out low to his sides simultaneously; sweeping out to the sides with his forearms in a half-blind attempt to knock her arms away before she could finish her slashes. The change in distance already would have ruined an attempt to cut across his chest but there was no guarantee that she couldn't quickly change her grip to compensate... which was why this wasn't a distance he could stay at.
Fluidly, as if it were a trained motion the outward guard he had put up with his hands came back in and his hands came up between them to suddenly shove outward. Before his vision had time to clear and before it had even registered to him if he had connected with anything when trying to block her attack he shoved both of his hands open-palmed into her chest and shoulders in a snap motion to try and throw her back or push her over. This wasn't a situation where he had time to be concerned about pain, injury, or even being able to see his opponent. Right now he needed to create distance and get her back into a range that was more advantageous to him than it was to her.
If it worked he would have bought himself enough time to grab both of the handles at his waist and draw them out; either one snapping outwards with a click at the flick of his wrist as the masked male readied the twin rods of Truth and Justice. Wielded in his burned hand, Justice would be held out between them with the end of the rod pointed at Jay's chest and Truth would be low on his left side held in the gauntleted hand.
Shaking his head slowly from side to side, he muttered to himself in a low tone. "...nobody wins with a headbutt..."
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Truth and Justice - A pair of telescoping metal batons that Justice Guy uses to beat the villainy out of thugs, goons, and minions alike. When collapsed they are 8 inches in length and when extended they reach 25 inches. Each has a shallow ridge just above the grip that protects the fingers from a weapon sliding down the length of the baton.
