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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 8:23 pm
Damnit.
The kid still had his sword. Akechi should've just tried to disarm him the old-fashioned way. He chalked it up to his brain suffering from overheating in his last few matches.
He groaned and half-rolled, half-scrambled away to his feet hastily, clutching his right arm where the wound was, blood leaking out rather freely. The back of the wound, where the sword had exited, felt even more irritated, due to soil dust, and whatever was in the dirt entering the wound. Ugh.
Traded an arm for a leg. Like trading a knight for a bishop. Akechi clenched his right fist weakly and rubbed the bruises forming on the side of his cheek as he circled the kid from a safe distance.
He had just two more small weapons to use. Somewhat concealed as they were under his jacket. Would the kid make the next move or would he have to go at him again?
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 7:22 pm
Well, what was Reyin supposed to do? He was hobbling around on one good leg and tenderly testing out how much weight he could put on his right without an amazing amount of pain shooting its way up his spine. Fortunately most of the wounds were beneath the knee, so at least the femoral artery hadn't been sliced open.
Reyin was leading with his left foot now, his right foot barely even touching the ground with its toe as he leaned forward, sword still held in the right hand.
And if this guy was just going to stand there and wait, well...
Reyin took a quick step forward, obviously favoring his right leg as he planted, quickly shifted his left foot forward, and then launched himself forward.
The movement forward would put Reyin about five feet from Akechi as he came to a stop, planting on his left foot as he swung diagonally across his body, from (Reyin's) left to right, aiming to catch Akechi's upper torso with the tip of the blade's edge before exiting near the man's waist.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 2:46 pm
"... here he comes", Akechi told himself as Reyin lunged forward.
The merc grunted as he threw himself backward a few steps, just enough so that the sword would miss him by an inch. The guy was making wide-swings now. Good for Akechi, bad for the kid.
He reached into his jacket once again (with his good hand of course) and detached his claw-hammer from its custom-made quick-release sheathe with one smooth motion, and took the same steps back into Reyin, swiping outward with the curved, nail-pulling end. If all went well, it'd catch the sword, pushing it out and prevent Reyin from swinging it back into the merc's side, and then Akechi'll swing the hammering end back in at Reyin's face.
Top it all off with a rough body-check to knock Reyin to the ground.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 6:34 pm
"Sh!"
Reyin's sword practically dropped to the ground as he stabbed the pointed end into the soft forest floor. There wasn't much he could do to stop his sword from being pushed out, after all the push was going along with the natural motion of the swing. And bringing a hand up to stop a hammer just wasn't going to fly, so he he had to do something, and do it quick.
Reyin ducked as he plunged the sword into the ground, the hammer sailing overhead and somehow hooking onto a few stray hairs, yanking them out and sending small fits of pain through Reyin's skull. Because, manly man or not, getting your hair pulled out hurt, however temporarily the pain lasted.
He shifted his weight to his left foot, again showing how much it pained him to rest on his right, before turning at his waist and attempting to snag ahold of Akechi's extended swinging arm. Assuming he could, his left hand would grab ahold of the arm at/near the bicep, while the right would take more of a supportive role in grabbing at the wrist.
Then a typical judo throw, turning and using his hips to upend Akechi and send him tumbling back-first to the ground.
Except unlike last time, Reyin wouldn't be delivering stomps. He'd grab his sword, and limp/backpedal away.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:39 pm
"Oof"
Head to chest. Self-inflicted head-butt?
Anyway as the kid ducked, Akechi instinctly raised up his next stepping leg a little further then would be needed to take a step, to knee Reyin in the face. Wasn't a good blow (or a direct blow), but hopefully it'd stall whatever the kid was thinking of from happening.
Akechi saw another chance though. As Reyin attempted to grab onto his good arm, Akechi moved up right behind him and attempted to choke Reyin.
Which, made it easier for the kid to grab onto his left arm of course.
Oh.
"You ain't throwin' me" he snarled.
Akechi'll interrupt the kid's attempted judo throw by locking his right leg in-between Reyin's. Then it'd shoot up between Reyin's legs in a proper knee. To the crotch that was.
Kid's got some canoles. Time to feel them.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 9:00 pm
The turn was designed to put his back towards Akechi, so he wouldn't get kneed in the face. If Akechi was raising his leg to knee at Reyin, it was going to make things a little bit easier for a throw.
Apparently, though, this guy was pretty quick to recover, and next thing Reyin knew he had a knee coming up into his crotch.
Not cool.
Reyin immediately buckled forward, instinctively clamping down on the knee with his thighs as he struggled to retain his balance. A sickening feeling rushed through his stomach, his vision swam for but a moment before the disorientation was replaced by sheer anger.
Reyin straightened up and, with his right hand still holding to Akechi's arm, shot his left elbow back into the man's face, more specifically the nasal region, where the already broken nose became a prime target.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 1:31 pm
Well, Akechi'll be in a shitload of pain if it was Reyin's right elbow. The left elbow smacked into his left cheek half-due to how close they were, and half-due to his own arm being somewhere in the way, you know, choking Reyin.
"Ugh!"
He didn't have much time left, losing blood at a much faster rate then the kid, so he'd have to make every second count.
With one leg haphazardly clutched between Reyin's, Akechi didn't have much balance either. But he did have more then his opponent probably did.
When push comes to shove, Akechi shoves. He bent his right leg inward (as awkward as that was), and pulled it in back toward him while leaning forward. That effectively meant he was taking Reyin's balance off his good leg and onto his bad leg.
Which should lead to the effect of them both pitching forward and Akechi landing ontop of Reyin. With the merc pinning his target down with his weight, consistently choking Reyin, and pressing his body (and head) down as close as possible against the kid (no homo) to avoid proper reprisals, the situation might look pretty hopeless.
"Surrender boy!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 5:35 pm
Reyin wasn't a big fan of being in a tangled mess of limbs, and as much as it pained him to fight for the sake of injuring people, he was getting really sick and tired of this guy. His right hand let go of the trapped limb he had been holding onto, moved out to his right, and snagged ahold of the sword he had stabbed into the ground just as Akechi attempted to pitch the two forward. It wasn't much, a single step forward on his right leg, more of a hobble really, but Reyin was able to catch a tree limb and keep himself upright.
"Rrgh..."
His eyes would shoot downward, and after a moment of searching, found their target.
That was when Reyin would act again, stabbing the point of his sword straight downward, aiming to stab straight into the foot of Akechi's only planted leg. His head would come straight back next, a reverse headbutt of sorts, aiming to knock the mercenary's head back and provide some sort of breathing room.
"You..."
And then lastly he'd relinquish his grip on the sword, and drive his right elbow back into the guy's face, attempting to bloody it up even more.
"FIRST!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 3:39 am
Akechi forcibly pulled his right leg down from its strangehold, Reyin probably didn't have killer thighs anyway (no homo) and went with Reyin as they both moved forward some distance.
The moment Reyin let go of his right arm, Akechi took the chance to choke him even harder by angling his elbow and forearm up as much as possible under the boy's chin. This served to drive the kid's head up, with the side-effects of making it even harder for him to breathe, and, unknowingly, would also make it much more difficult for Reyin to find something to stab with his sword. Stabbin' blindly, Reyin's sword would miss its target.
Kinda.
Akechi had the sword bite into his boot and slice off a small toe and a half, eliciting a pained response from the merc, who forcibly shoved his right leg back up for yet another crotch-shot as the kid's head cracked against his left temple in a reverse head-butt.
Lots of pain. Now he was feeling it as Akechi suddenly released his chokehold and backed away some, really hurtin', barely dodging the elbow. Akechi would be some just safe distance away from sword or fist, blinking away the intense headache. He kneeled down next to one of his discarded weapons, the claw-hammer, obscuring the metal part with his good hand. The rubber grip blended a bit well with the dirt, and probably wouldn't be seen by Reyin when he turned around anyway. Akechi needed a breather.
"Ya got spunk, kid. I'll give ya that"
Damn, kinda hard to stand now. Fatigue and the lack of his small toe was getting to him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2008 9:06 pm
Reyin spun around and pulled his sword from the ground, supporting himself with the aid of the tree that was now at his back. His left hand was to his throat, as if holding to his neck was going to help him regain his breath any quicker.
Not to mention getting kneed in the family jewels was taking a toll on his posture.
Probably why he looked so off balance, slumped up against the base of the tree as he was. But hey, he had sword, and he had his breath, and Akechi wasn't moving in on him. So at least there was time to catch his breath and his wits.
"Teh.."
He spat up a wad of blood, then licked his lips. The metallic taste of blood didn't settle well with Reyin, and wasn't helping his upset stomach in the least.
"And you're a bit of a punk for an old guy."
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