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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 7:46 pm
Deitric rolled backwards as soon as he was free, throwing his legs up as he rolled, forcing himself to pop up onto his feet as quickly as he could manage. He landed in a kneel, placing a few feet more distance between the two, holding his hands out wide and open-palmed as he rose up to his feet, a slight grin twisting the corners of his lips.
The electricity that was cackling around him died away for the moment, leaving sparse trails of steam rising from his form where snow had caught onto his clothing before melting away. He closed his hands into fists as he kept his stance, his right foot just a little bit behind his left.
"C'mon."
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:04 pm
"Grrr."
Katsu thumbed his slightly aching nose and stood up straight.
"That ain't nothin'"
He laughed to his opponent. What was with men acting tough when they were obviously in pain? Katsu'd be damned if he knew, but it seemed like the right thing to say at the time.
Keeping an eye on his foe to watch for any sudden movements, Katsu swiftly unclipped his right knuckle duster, and gripped it in his palm. Then, with his left hand he ripped the headband from his head. He tied the white and red headband around the end of the metal knuckle duster and grinned.
He slowly began walking towards Deitric whilst beginning to spin the cloth around by moving his right wrist in a circular motion. The knuckle duster pulled the cloth round and added a great amount of momentum. This essentially turned the bizarre mixture of items into a makeshift flail.
The hand spinning the "flail" was held down to the side, whilst his left, still armed, hand was held out across his slightly right facing torso. He would move towards his opponent slowly, his left foot edging forwards, followed slowly but surely by his right.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:13 pm
Deitric cocked his head to the side as his opponent began to construct his makeshift tool. The fighter only shrugged and slid his hands down to the twin tomahawks that were carried at his hips, pulling both free from their simple restraints. The weapons gleamed in the cold sunlight, haft and head both made from metal, his fingers curled around the rubber grips easily.
The warrior held both weapons at his side, though his arms were slightly bent at the elbow; ready to move if he needed. He didn't try to attack the man when he started to move - he only watched. He was a fast fighter, but with his tomahawks in hand his movements seemed to quicken, the human dynamo seemed to be in his prime with the twin axes.
Beneath the surface of his calm, a storm was raging, the hackles of his cackling power rising in anticipation. His eyes glowed faintly-- nothing new, as he was almost always generating electricity, even on a subconscious level, giving his turquoise irises a very faint, lively glow. It was always present, giving him the air of someone who was bursting at the seams with potential energy.
"Well?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:18 pm
"Come on D, you red-blooded b*****d. Show him what your Khasmin a** can do!" rang out a familar voice from the crowd.
James had taken today off to go see for himself the competition at GTB2. Always watch others was part of his training routine, so he could study the better fighters and learn from them. Just so happened that a few people he knew were here at GTB.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:23 pm
"Heh."
Katsu smiled as his opponent pulled out his twin weapons. Maybe he was delirious from getting smashed in the head, or shocked with electricity, but he actually found the fight getting more exciting with each injury and progression or movement.
When he was about three feet from the opponent, he would arch his flail holding arm back behind his head for a split second before lunging it forward. The lump of studded metal at the end of the headband shot forward, dragging it's soft tail behind it. It was gliding towards Deitric's head with blinding speed. By shoving his right shoulder forwards, and crossing his arm over his torso ever so slightly, Katsu would be able to perform this motion without opening his stance at all. His left hand still stayed infront of his torso, and his leg's were still bent and ready to move.
His head ducked a little as his eye's hawked Deitric's form, making sure he would know as soon as the warrior was going to utilize those weapon's of his.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:38 pm
Deitric watched carefully, keeping his weapons at the ready. He didn't look too perturbed. Actually, he didn't even look remotely disturbed - outside of a slight, crooked grin, his face retained the common stoicism that he had shown throughout most of his time in the limelight.
When the whirling weapon swung in, the tribesman moved quickly, keeping his movements small and efficient. He stepped back quickly, his left tomahawk flashing out, aiming as if he were going to block the oncoming attack.
Ssnk--
Perhaps by miscalculation, but more likely by purposeful intent, Deitric didn't block the metal projectile-- no, he aimed a little more forward, the head of his tomahawk slicing through the headband with the razor edge of the axehead. It might've been a nominally chopping weapon, but swing it at something like a taut cloth, and it'd cut through with plenty of ease.
His reaction was almost instinctual - something comes near, the tomahawk picks it off. It was ingrained in the warrior's psyche as much as any other fighting motion could be, he'd been using tomahawks for as long as he could remember.
In all likelihood, the duster would go flying off through the air between them, skidding across the ground elsewhere in the arena, most certainly out of reach. Deitric continued to back up, the tomahawk in his right hand still primed and ready - he didn't look the least bit concerned.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:48 pm
Whilst Deitric was chopping with his weapon. Katsu took the opportunity to attack. Just after the moment the material was slashed, Katsu would lift his right leg momentarily behind himself for a moment, before bringing it coming in diagonally aiming to smash into Deitric's kneecap. His hips and torso twisted whilst he did this, adding to the power and speed of the assault.
If all went to plan, Katsu's naturally toughened shin bone would smash into the side of Deitric's kneecap. The kneecap was usually uncovered at the side when people donned armour. Not to mention that a hard enough blow there could easily dislocate a man's knee. Contact would be expected to made around about the same time that Deitric was chopping the duster away from the material. The kick was of course too low to be in danger of getting hit by the projectile, which was a primary reason for choosing such an attack.
As his leg was in motion, Katsu brought his left arm backwards behind his twisting torso, as if he was getting ready for a follow up attack, or indeed a counter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:20 pm
The fighter's triumph was short lived as his tomahawk looked to make contact with the oncoming attack. He'd managed to slice through the cloth of the headband, severing the metal weight from its owner and leaving him with one less tool. Deitric had continued his backpedaling to try and put distance between them out of simple, good caution. When the kick came in, he reacted-- not so much as a fighter, but simple animal instinct to not get hurt.
He raised his leg up in a high-step as best he could while backpedaling, the kick slamming home just beneath his knee into the top portion of his shinguard. It forced his own leg to straighten slightly as his opponent's foot would either continue on, or retract.
Deitric would do his best to hop back, using his long leggedness to his advantage in putting distance between them. His right-hand tomahawk was still ready, even as he brought his foot back down to get himself back into stance. His armor had again managed to take the brunt of the hit, but his opponent's kick had slipped over the armor and still hit his leg, leaving a throbbing pain running up and down the length of the joint and the entire lower leg.
In the whirlwind of his mind's flash-instinct impulses, he was ready to react, but if he was 'safe', he'd be bringing his leg back down to return to his stance, albeit with a fair bit of pain coursing through his leg.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 4:15 am
Katsu retracted his leg in an instant, barely reacting to the armour his foot had glanced off. The moment his heel touched the ground again, his left knuckle duster covered hand reared back ready to attack.
His shoulder and torso twisted left to pile more power into the attack, whilst his right hand was held in a right angle position infront of his face to keep his stance strong. His right foot was now infront ready to raise up and block a kick or low assault if needed, his left foot behind balancing him out.
He seemed to pause for a split second as if he was gathering strength in his fist. Then he burst to life, raising his arm swiftly towards Deitric's throat for a crushing throat-punch.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 9:11 am
"Hrgk!"
Deitric's balance was failing him faster than he'd like to admit - even if he was getting his foot back on the ground, he was still off-center. His natural wariness paid off though-- at least, it did when combined with his currently awkward position. His continual back pedaling meant one thing - the distance between he and Katsu was constantly growing.
His opponent's entire position was changing; and the tribesman didn't need to be any sort of martial artist to figure out what that meant. He was still backpedaling when the blow came, but he wasn't quite out of range, even while leaning back. Then again, he wasn't quite in range, either - in the odd, exact position where the punch could strike or it could miss either way. He did, however, have something that was going to make his opponent regret throwing the punch.
The tomahawk in his right hand, held ready to strike, even if it was just a flail of his arm. Luckily, Deitric had enough training to do something more than just throwing his arms about. The punch tore through the air between them, aiming to smash into the fighter's throat. He did the first thing that came to mind - an attack comes, pick it off with the tomahawk. His right tomahawk slashed through the air in a blur of shining metal at the oncoming attack. It wasn't the cleanest strike, and it wasn't the strongest. But then again, when it came to handaxes, simple arm strength was more than enough to power a blow.
Thud--
Deitric wasn't aiming much at all, but his tomahawk wouldn't hit the knuckle duster. If his opponent's haymaker arm was still coming on like a freight train, the tomahawk would bite deep into the self-same arm, just at the inner joint of the elbow. As he continued his backward movement and tried to complete the arc of his blow, the tomahawk would most likely cut its way from elbow to wrist on a long, uneven gouge that would have easily been bone-deep. If anything, that was enough to not only throw the punch off, but most likely halt his opponent's movements in any sort of follow-up.
His axe didn't touch the man's hand though. The slash would have abruptly stopped around the wrist or so as the his balance gave out from his fervent backpedaling, sending him tumbling onto his back and into a roll, coming up in a snowy kneel, his hair and clothes speckled with the white fluff. He held his tomahawks up and just a little ways from his body, still ready.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 10:52 am
Katsu's uppercut style punch would stop mid-movement, A feint? indeed it was. The punch came to a rigid halt just after Deitric prepared to counter, Katsu's fist retracting with the axe swinging by where his arm would have been, but instead missing. Though he timed it right so that Deitric would have no choice but to follow the attack through. As Katsu's left arm retracted, he tilted his body to the left too, allowing his right arm to swing out with a boomerang effect.
BOOM.
Katsu's left foot skidded along the floor to fall behind his right foot, adding to the power of the right hook he had just delivered. His bare right hand would smash into the side of Deitric's cheek, and given how off balance the man already was, it would probably send him reeling onto the floor.
If this was the case, Katsu would follow through the motion of his right hook so that his torso turned to face the floored Deitric.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 11:15 am
Luckily for Deitric, he'd been hotstepping to put distance between them-- when the second attack came, he was already too far away. A split second backwards tumble, and the warrior was back on his feet. He kept his tomahawks ready for a second, but an attack wasn't likely, even while he was rolling - the distance between them had grown quite a bit.
"Hm..," the fighter made an odd, thoughtful sound as he stood in place, breathing through his nose calmly, issuing twin jets of hot air that rose in the air like steam. He palmed his twin axes for a moment before sliding them into his belt. Letting his fingers curl, he made his hands into fists and raised them up, his left leading a little. Still unseen, the rising storm was roiling beneath him - waiting to be used.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 3:15 am
Katsu lost balance a little from the unexpected miss, reeling forward for a second on his leading foot and having to hop forward to avoid falling onto his face.
"Goddamn"
He grunted. He took a deep breath and tried to relax and take everything in. The blood running from his nose had finally stopped, leaving a dried stain pretty much covering the bottom half of his face, and all over the top half of his suit jacket. He had one knuckle duster on, with the other about fifteen feet to the right of him.
His hair, no longer held by the headband that was now cut in half, was hanging down either side of his head, instead of being stuck straight up like it usually was. This was starting to become quite an interesting fight, but admittedly, he was in a worse state than his opponent.
A quick glance to his left would reveal a giant block of ice. (bottom left) With another glance at Deitric to make sure he wasn't planning some kind of surprise attack, Katsu dashed off towards it, almost jogging towards the shining structure.
He had taken off at a right angle from Deitric, meaning he was running side on from Deitric's point of few. Sure he could throw a tomahawk, but he'd have to have some damn good accuracy to be able to stand a chance of hitting him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 6:14 am
Deitric just watched him for a moment he moved aside, clearly intent on letting him run towards the ice block. He seemed more curious about Katsu's intents than anything.
He quirked a brow and crouched down.
What was he doing?
Running his hands along the snowy ground (and notably, the ground beneath), the warrior quickly made himself a tightly packed ball of snow, and a fair share of hard rock and soil. Without hesitation, the warrior rose and hurled the little surprise as hard as he could, right for the back of Katsu's head.
That little present was going to hurt something fierce.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 6:40 am
Katsu covered the distance in a short while, reaching the block in seconds. He would of heard the subtle sound of scraping gravel and snow, if it weren't for the blazingly loud crowd.
Luckily Katsu wasn't so stupid as to just run the entire way without checking on what his opponent was doing, this was a fighting tournament, after all. A quick glance revealed his opponent was hard packing some snow and probably something denser into a small ball and getting ready to lob it.
Katsu had two choices here, punch the projectile, hoping that he could be accurate enough to knock it out of the sky with his metal clad left hand, and not get caught by the debris that would no doubt come off of it, or jump from his current position and try to get behind the ice block like a b***h on heat.
"Hut!"
He called out as he lunged forward through the air towards the block of ice. He landed hands first and spilled into a karate style combat roll. Left arm first, followed by his left shoulder, and then the rest of him.
SPLOSH
The snowball whacked the ground where he was previously standing. Katsu noted the guy's incredible accuracy before getting up to his feet. He was now completely obscured from Deitric, and visa versa. When Ice is thick enough it forms a white hazy kind of center, making it impossible to see through from up close, nevermind from a fair distance away.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled back his duster covered arm and punched into the ice block as hard as he could. The ice was tough, but cracked a little under the pressure, small ice chippings spraying over Katsu and a few larger ones hitting the floor. (When I say larger, I mean about 1 inch squared.)
"C'mon c'mon!"
Katsu growled as he riled up for a second punch. He had covered a good amount of distance between himself and the opponent, who had suspiciously remained stationary through-out Katsu's travels. This brought Katsu a little time to get some kind of new plan together.
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