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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 3:32 pm
(Not sure if I'm deciphering this attack of yours right, but here goes nothing.)
The Sun Rises
Robert winced in pain at the strike. However, he did his best to keep himself aware of his opponents movements. Using his good leg, Robert pushed off in the direction away from her fist, leaving her to strike the air and putting himself in a position to strike back.
As he landed, Robert would make a grab attempt at the girl's other arm with his right hand as he put his hurt leg behind him for support. If he managed to grab it, he would yank it upward to where his elbow was in front of her face and his right hand was touching his raised left. The yank would be enough to throw the girl off balance from her lower position if the grab and pull worked, leaving her little to defend with. Once he was in a striking position at the peak of the pull, he'd quickly release her arm and with great speed and power attempt to drive his elbow into her face with his full force and strength.
If the grab attempt didn't work, he'd jump backwards using his good leg to work with in order to put some distance between them. He had his own reasons for winning the fight, and he couldn't let himself lose, especially not the first battle. There was still Gorm to battle, and if he didn't win, he'd be no closer to getting those stolen Pokemon back.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:02 pm
((Just a side note, 200P = $2 USD.
CONGRATS TO FIRST PLACE, YOU GET AN EGG AND $10! =D
I say, good sir, shouldn't there be an extra zero or two at the end of those?))
Eunmi stepped into the arena, surprised that she'd be fighting Robby. The obese boy had been her first opponent in a Pokemon battle, and now it seemed he would be her first opponent to fight in this tournament.
"I don't think I should underestimate him," Eunmi thought, but couldn't help recall when he had collapsed after the Dream Yard event and complained of a heart attack.
"He doesn't seem like the sort to enter things that require physical effort... But I guess he wouldn't be a trainer then, either."
Eunmi shifted into a stance, not realizing she was smiling.
"Come at me, bro," she grinned, gesturing with a small wave of her outstretched hand.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:07 pm
Oh yeah, it was this person. He remembered his pokemon and hers sword-fighting a while before, even if only one of them technically had had a sword... The obese lad frowned at her odd smile, and the oddity of actually taking a "stance." Weren't those only in those comics? With a shrug, he stood there.
And then she invited him to attack. Alright, what the heck? His opponents seemed intent on making him attack first. So not cool. "Fiine..." The obese lad would slowly waddle towards Eunmi, though he didn't have a particular attack up his sleeve...
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:15 pm
Eunmi kept eye contact with Robby, but couldn't help but notice his footing didn't seem planned. Eunmi decided to move in, considering if that was as fast as Robby was going to move, she might as well take advantage of it.
She stepped forward, opting with a punch to the face as a first move, hopefully before he realized enough to stop.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:18 pm
As an instant reaction to Eunmi stepping in with a punch, Robby made his own punch, utilizing his weight, at her collar bone. Sure, his face might Asplode, but that punch had shattered steel armor. Shattered. Take that.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:34 pm
Eunmi ducked, withdrawing her hand and abandoning her attempt to strike Robby in the face. She would move around him to his back, spinning 180 degrees in the process to face him again, and strike upward at his back with her knee just below his shoulder blades. If it succeeded in winding him, she would then go for his ankles to ruin his footing with a quick kick.
"He oddly uses his weight well - I have to be careful."
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 5:50 pm
Robby would fall forward when his attack missed, his weight not having anything to stop it even remotely, the elbow would strike, then, at a different point as he moved to fall forwards, and his body would prepare for the epic parkour roll that he was so accustomed to. The arena would break under him as he hit, but the roll would be managed, somehow, and he would come up, facing Eunmi.
"I'm hungry!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:00 pm
Eunmi stumbled as the arena rumbled under the boy's weight. She took a few staggered steps forward and looked back.
"I'm... sorry?" Eunmi said, pausing as she stared at him. The ground had broken beneath his weight, and she gulped to push back her fears of even a single hit from the behemoth. There was a pun for situations like this, but Eunmi didn't want to tease Robby - aside from needing to win and fight Gorm, she had no ill feelings towards the obese boy.
Aside from, yanno, wishing he would at least remove the head of the things he cooked before eating them. Buggy eyes of dead Pokemon were kinda freaky.
She shifted into a normal stance, wondering for a moment if he was even taking this seriously or not.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:02 pm
ONE HOUR EARLIER
Sunshine beamed through the open window, the slight breeze fluttering through lace curtains that had been pulled back. Bedding disheveled, the four-poster bed sat within a stream of sunlight, the arch of sunlight stretching across the floor and onto its occupier. Zack stretched, waking up slowly and breathing out with a huff.
The Grand Nacrene. Its VIP suites were furnished with shimmering silk that seemed to change colour as the light struck it, wood stained a deep dark and ornate swirls and patterns to the fittings. It looked as expensive as it was, and it cost a mint. Sun shone against Elizabeth's skin as she leaned lazily against the balcony, wearing nothing but a white shirt with rolled up sleeves. Her long hair caught on the breeze, which ruffled the cloth against her perfect body, framing her figure. The woman stood tall and stretched, groaning softly before dropping her hands to her hips, looking over with a smile.
Zack felt his face tinge with red. Even after all these years. Wow. Just wow. He slumped against the cushions, arms folded behind his head. The patting of bare feet from stone tiles to carpet closed in slowly and softly. Elizabeth's slinky silhouette cast a shadow as she climbed above him. He could feel her legs pressed against his, naked flesh sticking together, her hair draped down, stroking his face. Their eyes met and her breathing was soft, her warmth radiant. He felt it in his heart. It made it race.
"Good morning," she said at last, her voice as spicy and as sultry as ever. Her full lips curved into a smile, eyes flickering downward. Zack reached up, fingers through her hair as he pulled her in close. His strong arm brought her sideways, onto her back as he went above. She gasped lightly. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she groaned expectantly, her long legs' tight grip on his waist. Elizabeth's fingers clawed into Zack's back as he pulled her close, kissing deeper, passion intense. Never wanting to be anywhere else.
***
Wayne woke up alone, cold. The sunlight had streamed in through the window, almost burning a hole in his retina and giving him an explosive headache. His brain pounded against his skull as he turned over, the bed creaking wearily under his weight. The hotel had been as cheap as advertised; no wallpaper in the rooms, mysterious stains marking every visible surface, dust and cobwebs abundant.
The trainer sloped upright, clutching his pained eyeballs in his palms. He coughed, the weak rag he'd been given for a duvet unable to protect him from the cold and stale night's air. Wayne stood up, stumbling towards the bathroom, desperate for fluid. He turned the tap and brown slush escaped the nozzle before becoming dark-tinted water that smelled like rust.
Wayne abandoned the sink in disgust, instead looking for his shoes. He'd probably feel better with some decent air. In future, he'd secure his pokémon center room and keep it, rain or shine. Wayne escaped the hotel without looking for Eunmi and Henrietta. He didn't exactly feel grateful for following their choice in hotel. He made the mental note to not trust their judgement ever.
"Had enough of this..." he muttered to himself, hands in his pockets. Then he looked about, for the first time taking in his surroundings for the first time in nearly an hour. The city seemed pretty empty in places. Some areas barricaded with police tape and grim-looking officers. Others had a few people and from what he overheard there was some kind of martial arts tournament going on. Maybe that's where everyone was?
"Whatever..." he said, leaning against a wall with his headache becoming a dull throb. He didn't have any interest in martial arts. Pokémon battling, sure, but nothing where he had to fight himself. Pokémon fights were so much cooler. They had explosions for a start.
"Catch, kid," said the familiar voice and Wayne's hand shot out reflexively. In his hand, a bottle of spring water. He looked up and his tired eyes opened slowly.
"No," he paused, "way..."
"Wayne~!" Elizabeth yelled excitedly as she hurried over to swamp the teenager in a hug. Zack walked slowly behind, a smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets.
"Mom! What the-" Wayne spluttered as he fought for room, "Dad! What are you guys doing here?"
"Well the plan was to suffocate you with breasts," Zack said, "Apparently. You look like hell, little man."
"I had a bad night," Wayne replied with a tinge of understatement. He looked down at the bottle, realised what it was for and unscrewed the cap to guzzle the lot.
"Wow, someone's thirsty," Elizabeth said, feigning being impressed, hands on her hips, "Don't tell me you spent the night in some crappy hotel instead of the pokémon center?"
Wayne paused then relented, "Yeah... it wasn't that bad..."
"Yeah," Zack agreed, "Well that's bullshit. In future you have to tell us and we'll set you up with somewhere not-s**t."
"I didn't wanna bother you... and it was late and... hey, wait! You still didn't answer my question!"
"Your dad's entering the martial arts tournament," Elizabeth explained before adding with a whisper, "But I think he just wanted an excuse to come see you."
"Yeah, well," Zack looked away, "It's gonna start soon."
Wayne followed Zack's lead as he set off for the dojo. The teenage trainer occasionally glanced at Elizabeth, who looked as serene and as glowy as ever. He called them his parents but they were still young themselves at 29 years apiece. After Wayne's real parents died in an accident, Elizabeth took it on herself to take him in and Zack just sort of tagged along. It was actually Wayne's adoption that inspired Elizabeth to begin a foundation that helped the homeless and orphans to have proper homes and live normal lives. He'd always been proud of that. Something he'd forgotten.
"So like, where's Katelyn?"
Zack spoke without turning back, "Your sister's staying with Jacqueline for a while."
"Aunt Jackie? I just talked to her the other day, she-"
"-said she was owed some time off," Elizabeth finished, "Don't worry, Wayne, it's all taken care of."
"That's..." Wayne stopped and Zack turned around, as did Elizabeth. Wayne broke into a grin and threw his arms around the two in a three-way hug, "So cool! I am so glad you two are here!"
Zack and Elizabeth smiled to each other. Then hugged the boy back.
***
THE TOURNAMENT
"Alright," Zack punched his fist into his palm, "Bring it on, ********," Elizabeth hissed, grabbing Zack by the back of his neck to make him flinch and he nodded quickly. Wayne watched them with a grin, feeling his chest swell. He looked about, noting that the tournament really did seem to be the only thing really happening in the city right now. And that he knew some of the people about to compete.
"Hey, all the first rounds are happening at the same time," he said, "Dad! They got your face on the scre-- why's there a black bar over your eyes?"
"I don't know," Zack said, fist clenched at his side, "but it pisses me off."
Zack went over to the ring he'd been allocated, looking around for someone official-looking, "Hey!" he shouted, "When do I get to fight someone?!"
Meanwhile, Elizabeth put her arm around Wayne and he tipped his head to the side, against her shoulder. This felt a lot better than being alone and angry. And with his dad here, maybe a martial arts tournament could be as cool as a pokémon battle. Well. Nearly as cool.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:05 pm
Robby shifted his weight now, center of gravity shifting. The ankle was agony to stand on, for a short moment. And then the memory of that delicious egg hit, and his stomach would growl accordingly. If he lost here, that was gone. Hunger burned in his eyes and the obese lad moved with the same speed he had that night they'd run from the Dreamyard. His strike would depend on how the opponent moved, because, after all, he had a limited arsenal.
Odds were he'd try spearing her though.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:22 pm
Robby was now running at her and Eunmi could only think to redirect the force of his weight. How to do that?
Eunmi waited until Robby was close enough, and at the right moment, she would flip over him, her one leg crashing down onto the top of his head to force him downward where his weight and momentum would likely send him face first into the ground. She continued to move, landing behind him and skidding to a halt as she ensured her back wasn't facing him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:29 pm
Robby parkour rolled once more, saving his face, and pulled himself up, facing the girl again, frowning. Hadn't he caught something that laid bigger eggs? Like, yesterday? For a whole lot less effort? What the hell was he doing this for again?
Robby walked away.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:33 pm
"Uh..." Eunmi started as Robby walked away. Having used to be a hard-core martial arts person, she didn't like when fights ended like that, but being exposed to other things had taught her that not everything was about winning. And sometimes, people just wanted to save face.
"Good game, Robby," Eunmi shouted, giving him a thumbs up. "I'll treat you to ice cream or something later!"
She probably was unaware how expensive that trip would be. But she felt bad for even having to fight him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 6:34 pm
All at once, it began...Gorm would, to the naked eye, disappear. The arena crossed in a single moment. To the untrained eye, he simply vanished and appeared in the same second. Only a motion of a step notable to the experienced. One arm extended out, the force of which would eject normal men from the arena altogether, ending the battle instantly. That is, of course, assuming Zack was a normal man.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:04 pm
Gorm moved fast, even without Aura. His swing would be powerful, riding along with the same force and momentum that had shifted his enormous, bulky body. But as soon as he'd stepped into the arena, Zack was braced. And with the slightest of movements, he'd instinctively prepared for an attack.
BAM
The Sage's fist collided with Zack's skull, the fighter slamming his head down into the oncoming attack. Classic. Gorm was weighing in with a fist made up of small bones, ligaments and tendons while Zack was throwing in with his skull. His body trained to an extremely high level, muscles to absorb the impact, braced right and his own force to stop Gorm's in its tracks.
If Gorm was putting as much force in as he was supposed to be doing, then he'd likely break or at least severely damage his hand. And tendon damage at least can stop you from putting any stress on those fingers; meaning his hand would be out of commission for the rest of the fight. Meanwhile Zack wouldn't be getting out unscathed, the force of the strike would bust open his skin and the resulting bleed would continually get in his eyes for the rest of the battle.
Though if Gorm could withstand the force of his own blow and escape with an undamaged hand, then Zack's entire, prepared body would likely manage the same and the skin would only split lightly, not enough to impair his vision, with Gorm's extended fist kissing his forehead.
In either case, blood would trickle down from between Gorm's fingers and Zack's skull, running down the fighter's nose in thick globules, dripping onto the mat. And Zack would growl, "Is that all you've got?"
Then with lightning speed, he'd make to grab Gorm's wrist with his right hand, then bring his left up to double tap the man's elbow. The first to slacken the tendons, the second to push the joint in the wrong direction and ruin the arm. All the while shoving the arm in against the socket to knock Gorm backward off balance and get away from the ropes.
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