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 Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 10:37 pm
Any remnants of the Hierro had all been but spent mid-fall, barely lasting the moments of the elbow shot. Thud- crack-
Em's world was shot with ringing silence and darkness for less then a blink.
Thankfully he was sturdy as the dickons, as predicted. Made for this kind of brutality to a certaind degree. In any case, the way his back was poised would do well to absorb most of the impact via displacing it along his broad shoulders as they landed first.
Though; This had nothing to do with, nor no bound on the fact that Em's left leg was already compiling a good sized puddle around the knee area.
Those teeth had been stuck further in during impact. Not good. He had to end this fight soon; no-Now.
Fangs extended from mouth. Eyes lit red. The pain caused the naturally dominant side of his blood to take hold. This coupled with the roar of the crowd was the only thing driving him to perform his next movement with gusto and incredible recover time.
When his foe did re-position, and begin to move for any thing, Em would be reacting.
His left fist would jolt upward, slamming into the dragon just below the colar bone, unleashing all of his charged vampiritic chi into making sure this blow landed; then traveled through such into the target.
Something akin to a sonic boom would go off between them. Pure kinetic energy radiating through his foe in the form of just that. Vibrational force.
[-2 charges= Mild powered chi bomb]
To Em; it would be a mere back draft of shock. For his foe; It would be like suffering the point blank force of two grenades instantly focused upon a single surface area spread across the chest.
Luckily the foe was pretty sturdy. Pretty sturdy in that area as well; This wouldn't kill him...
But it would probably send him hurtling into the air, or at least off the smaller of the two fighters with a few new thoughts and ideas on the meaning of 'pain'.
If this worked to such affect. Em would be working to pull himself up with a crunch. As pained, and tired, and drained of energy and blood as he would be by now.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 12:12 am
[Not sure how you got two charges. You used one of the ones that you charged in the beginning, and every other post has had actions such as you hitting Vince/kneeing/elbowing him. I know there is no way that you're able to accrue magical energy/spiritual energy/chi through the crowd with not so much as a speck of concentration. Whatever.]
turnipsan Oh, and if all went as planned, then sure, they'd hit the ground, Not as previously positioned, but sure enough Em on his back with the foe on top, or slid down a few inches; Whos to say when a foe has a noggin that stronggin.
Needless to say, what happened next was a mess. Vince's massive meaty hand smashed into the dhampir's fist. This immediately ended badly for the dragon who suffered the full effects of the explosion, his arm being blow backwards even as his hand smashed hard into Emkay's. This wasn't necessarily all that bad, even though bones shattered upon impact, his elbow bent as it shattered as well, and his entire right side of his body was litterally blown back. Funny thing was though, Vince found this a means to capitalize.
His right side was thrown back, and his left side moved forward. When this happened, Vince decided to attempt finishing this. His left arm cocked back just as his now shattered right arm had before, and in the same manner, he aimed to drive that massive fist right into Emkay's face. Needless to say, with a punch from someone like Vince with the power that he was putting in, no matter what race you were, you were going to feel it.
If it connected, it'd only get worse from there.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 11:57 am
{Since I had to tone down Hierro, and alter it initially, we agreed that it doesn't expend charges, the energy never leaving the body-
And I duno how you just modded my movement itself? it being thrown effectively while you throw? But alright?
I'm not sweating it I guess? Considering capitalizing with half capacity isn't exactly possible, nor accurate..XD}
Wow?
What a trooper. With literally, one scrap of an arm, and one good one, the man-draco-thing re-poised for another blow.
"You gota be kidding me-"
Where the words that escaped as a very angry fist slammed Em's head down into a newly formed crater-
Very nice.
Within that moment, Em braced. Well...there's no way to brace for that; he mentally prepared himself; would be the best term. In any case, that pain rang through out his body. Luckily landing on his rather solid forhead, his thick skull would absorb much of the impact.
Well not lucky, but as previously mentioned this was an energy vamp on a bent streak to win.
The foe would notice that upon impact, One of Em's hand outside of his own arm would wrap up to the joint and curl fingers around it in a kung fu grip, Affectively anchoring, and locking it in place as the foe's only weapon from this position. Em Shifted his head to the side, and tugged himself up with his foe's weight nigh instantly after this grip formed after impact.
Within that moment, Two things would become very apparent to this Vinc guy.
1. Em was not to be underestimated; if anything this fight was a testament to that.
2. No one else in this tourny was bad a** enough to full on skull check a dragon.
-CRACK-
Still holding his mind in complete control, and thusly his physical nervous system, Em blunted most of his feelings just now, to jolt up with a tug, pulling his foe down, and slamming the top of his own head into his foe's solar plexis with insane force.
This was aimed to send him crumpling, or tumbling back wards; In either case it would leave Em sitting up with one hand flat on the ground, searching around for his baton while he glared angrily through maroon glowing eyes at the opponent-
Blood dripping down his brow from where the foe had split him near mid-for head with that punch.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 6:00 pm
[I didn't mod it at all, actually. With the way you worded it, Vince's arm smashing into Emkay's arm was very plausible. You threw it with the arm that would come across Vince's thrown arm. If the punch would have landed, and then you would have done that, Vince couldn't have interposed his arm in time, and nothing would have been in the way.
As it is, I helped you in taking out one of Vince's most potent weapons.]
It was a rather amusing following of events that left the dragon to believe that he was in a rather good position for most of this. Despite the fact that the dhampir now grasped his arm in a kungfu grip, and though he was sure that he could use his strength to out power that dhampir, he had other uses. The blow connected and the dhampir immediately grabbed Vince's arm right after it did so, so in reality, Vince's hand was still very close to Emkay's head. Didn't really matter, at this point.
What did matter, was the fact that Vince was partially standing. When he'd done the initial slam that drove Emkay onto his back, Vincent didn't go to his knees. Instead, he was standing in what an MMA fighter would label as a Full Mount with his legs inside of Emkay's legs, standing with his knees bent and his body bent forward over his opponent. True enough, he'd had to slide upwards to hit Emkay, and by sliding upwards, his body was forced to move up to accommodate for his long arms and Emkay's position. That would have effectively placed Emkay in reach of hitting his pectoral as he'd aimed to do so, and was still giving Vince the length and reach to hit his opponent with terrifying force.
Of course, at this point, Vincent had known not to underestimate his opponent. The dhampir was obviously too strong to play games with, and he was literally getting the upper hand in blows landed. However much that was the case, Vincent was getting the hand in all together brute strength, despite the fact that his right arm was shattered in multiple places, and blood still poured from his jaw as a sign of all the damage the inside of his mouth had sustained due to the force of Emkay's flying knee/his tough skin. The dragon still wasn't down and out, however.
Emkay moved his head, out to the side in order to get around Vince's fist which he still held anchored in the air. Then, of course, he pulled himself up using Vince's weight, which is what allowed Vince to do what he did. Being standing as he was, even though bent over, when the dhampir moved to head-butt him right in the solar plexus, Vince's right knee came upwards in a very athletic fashion. His left foot had given him the initial push needed to get his knee the strength it would knee to smash right into the Dhampir's jaw, or his face, depending on how his head was positioned, and whether he had aimed to hit the solar plexus with his forehead, or the top of his head.
Of course, this would leave Vince in an unfavorable position if this did work, because even though he'd be smashing another powerful attack into his opponent's head, he'd have to way of standing. Instead, he'd fall forward and over his opponent, his arm still being gripped by Emkay. The hopes of this move, however, was that with the sheer force behind the knee was that Emkay would let go of his arm so that when he fell over Emkay, he'd be able to capitalize and finish this fight off as soon as possible.
When the knee was flying, something rather visible happened. The dragon's throat swelled in anticipation of something to come. Would Emkay be taken by this powerful move thrown by the dragon? Would the dragon's misguided attempt at kneeing the powerful Dhampir fail? Who was to tell at this point.
Regardless, the crowd was going wild as these two bashed the s**t out of each other.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 12:43 am
{-scratches the poor attitude-
I really need to watch that..Any who. -TAH DAH-}
Keen eyes noted the shift in his foe‘s tactic. More so preternatural senses noted the sound of his uber tough dragon stomach muscles flexing. This lead him to read the hips, which sure enough betrayed the fact that the foe was about to flex a knee into where Em‘s face was about to be.
s**t.
Using mostly natural reflexes, the man shot his left arm across his persons, stopping his upward pull before it could even peel his back off the ground.
From here, once the second kung fu grip locked into place around the foe's wrist, Em would use his still good right foot to push down on the ground; and buck that side of his body up powerfully while he performed the following;
With one hand around the wrist of his foe, pushing out ward from Em with the intial grabs movement, and the other hand pushing about fifteen pounds of pressure inward on the joint while pulling it down ward; Em would aim to smack his head back against the ground, and twist his body to his own left with rough force applied into the grip.
The affect would be; Grab, buck, twist, snap, and drive his foe face first into the sand beside his head. The confudled movement of a knee itself, would be dissolved as simple physics closed the gap that allowed such. At worst possible luck and best glance, Em would catch a knee to the stomach between the two; from his bucking into such-
Though in any case; if all went as planned, he wouldn’t let go; He’d be using that leverage and momentum to push himself up to his one good knee, forcing the foe further down-
And one can only imagine what the dhampir had in store if he was allowed to pummel this foe any more within his blood frenzy. To say he tasted victory was an understatement.
The crowd would be screaming by now in any case; every one standing and pounding feet while clapping afterward in sync to the We will rock you beat adopted within sports for such moments..Hungry depraved eyes Looked for one of the two tank like fighters to finally collapse, or give, or any thing really.
Blood was on their minds, and not enough was flowing apparently.
They even struck up a jaunty tune because of such. ******** pigs..
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