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 Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 5:57 am
{{Ah see now your having fun, makes things better when it goes from some match to a fight with a story in it.^^}}
There was a reason Sama had done what he did, because the motion of movements would allow him to adjust according to his opponent. His foe did stick him but not in the way he would expect. With Sama set on attacking with force the Devil’s arms would be in the way of the Corouke’s new path but in the second Corouke adjusted Sama was also able to slightly adjust. He was forced to alter the path of his claws from straight up to out, directly into the oncoming spikes!
Bone and meat collided as flesh ripped but the thick mutated palms that Sama now had easily stopped the massive bone spikes. This allowed him to continue his kick and sure enough it hit home with the force of an avalanche!
BOOM!!!!
Corouke was sent stumbling back as Sama stood, his eyes locked on his foe as he started to lumber towards him, his arms swaying back and forth as blood slowly dripped from his palms. Seeping down the clawed talons that started to grow a little longer and with in two seconds doubled their size to 2 feet in length. With adrenaline cocktail running through his system and his battle experience stretching over 4,500 years he lacked very little other then compassion for a foe and even now he was showing extreme restraint.
The boy spoke and his words sounded almost fruitless, why waste the time and energy to speak if all you wanted to o was taunt your opponent. Sama knew what was behind him, he knew what was at stake in this tournament and so he would fight on with a purpose that was selfless. The boy took a moment to speak and swing his claw pointing his bone spike at Sama and as he did it the devil reacted. Too many times he had faced foes who could actually shoot their spikes out of their flesh and at you and so Sama ducted out of the way, slipping to his right in a quick step and as he did his left claw came in low and fast slashing for the mid section. Aiming to render the lower abs and put 4 very large gases in the boy’s stomach meat.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 9:20 pm
He stood still as Sama slipped out of the way, not firing anything yet; his fingertips remained pointed at the enemy, his head and left arm acting like a rover following the devil's every movement.
With his left claw, Samayou slashed at his midsection. Swip. Corourke pulled his left elbow down and blocked the slash with the back of his forearm, instead taking the cuts in his arm. The attack tore four tears in the fabric of his uniform and drew red lines on the flesh hidden underneath, but it was nothing compared to what he had taken in the past. In a curt movement, he pointed the fingers of his left hand at Samayou's eyes and fired practically point blank. Four drilling bone bullets shot out of the flesh of his fingertips, one headed between the eyes, two for the eyes themselves, and the pinky bullet for the temple, the attack both potentially blinding and packing knockout power. There was not enough force applied to kill the devil, so the attack was not lethal.
The bone claws sticking out between the spaces of his knuckles remained level with Samayou's head; if he advanced, he ran the risk of impaling himself.
He cocked his right hand by his chin, guarding it, and stood on the balls of his feet, his stance square and his body ready to spring again in any direction.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:54 am
Range was no matter if you knew what was coming, Sama was not going to advance to impale himself but now his enemy would get a taste of how fluid such a big man could be. Just as Sama had predicted the bone spikes whizzed out of the boy’s finger tips at what he assumed would be point blank but with two feet long claws and a full arms reach Sama was easily an estimated 4-6 feet away. His head ducting low and to his right as the bullets whizzed past his head, one of them burying into the meat of his left Trapezius muscle. The pain stung sharply but with his body focused on staying fluid it mattered little to him. What his enemy had done was made a move Sama could take advantage of.
Corouke had his left arm pointed out, it was trying to keep up with his movements as well as prevent him from moving in close but it was to no avail. Sama shoved off his right leg, thrusting forward as his right hand snapped up. The claws clashing into Corouke’s left hand and parrying it up, preventing it from coming down to assist. His left claw jutted forward stretching out to stab at Corouke’s chest and in sense pin his right arm to his body. Sama spread his claw out, each impact point precisely aiming for a non vital area. His middle two claws would pierce the right shoulder meat and pectoral muscle, the pinky claw would pierce the actual arm itself somewhere near the bicep and the last would stick right into Corouke’s neck, aiming to graze it but before the claws would get to his body they would go through the right forearm first and cause even further damage.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 2:39 pm
Sama ducked to the right, one of his bone bullets drilling into the enemy's left trapezius. Corourke pivoted on his left leg and fired a right high kick to the side of Samayou's skull; in the words of Mirko Cro-Cop: "Right leg, knockout.
"Left leg, cemetery."
Samayou's claws stuck through his right forearm and put holes in the intended areas, but not without a price, for he had nothing with which to guard his head.
Corourke guarded his chin with his left hand.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 5:05 pm
Sama in fact did, Corouke would fall today!
Corouke had blindly lashed out not thinking about what his enemy was doing and how he was moving. Sama had moved the way he did for a reason, the first note was that Sama had a wide stance and was crouched low with his upper body leaning forward. The second was that in his attack with his left claw he had “stretched out” meaning only a foot of the claws that where two feet in length would actually pierce. This meant that in a sense Sama was leaning all his body forward, meaning by simply lowering his head he could hide it behind his tricep of his left arm and shoulder meat. This would protect him from the kick that lashed out at the left side of his head from his foe’s right leg. The thud of meat on meat blasting in his left ear as his body roced form the impac but it was not enough power to throw off his mountain steady stance.
With weight and balance on his side Sama moved in for the kill simultaneously acting upon the kill instincts he had and the tactical training he possessed. Sama thrust his weight forward as he lunged his weight into his foe digging his left hand deeper into the meat of his enemy and knocking him down. Forcing his one footed enemy to fall backwards on his a** with Sama coming right on top of him.
Precisely as he did this Sama lifted his left leg up in between Corouke’s stance, forcing his knee into the groin and inner thigh area of his enemy as they came down. This would prevent Corouke from putting Sama into a full guard and at the same time his right hand slipped in, attemtping to force the left arm wide and thrusting the claws forward into the meat of the left bicep as well, hard enough to pin it to the concrete beneath Corouke. If this fail it would at least prevent that left hand from doing harm to Sama as he shoved his enemy down. If his tactical take down was a success Corouke’s right hand would be pinned to his shoulder, his left arm pinned to the arena floor and a knee in between his legs not allowing him much room to move.
Sama would have himself mostly upright, arms straight into his enemy and the final victory condition between his legs….literally.
Samas tail had slipped up between his legs and had a 4-5 foot reach, at the tip a bone spike had formed during the take down about 3 inches long and now rested gently under the chin of his enemy, just waiting to pierce his throat. Sama’s pale foamy eyes glaring at his enemy as he growled his demands.
“Surrender.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 1:31 pm
As his booted right foot bounced off Samayou's arm, he ripped the leg back and sprawled all of his weight forward into his lunging opponent, using his gauntleted left hand to suppress the devil's head as his right moved to do the same despite the claws sticking through it.
Toes down, he slid across the arena floor from the force of his opponent's lunge, riding the lunge out while putting pressure on Samayou to stall his charge. He caught sight of the tail, a lethal weapon, and kept his head up in the event of a strike so that he could see it coming. His bone carapace continued to spread, the gauntlets he wore now stretching up his forearms.
He stood and attempted to Thai clinch Samayou, throwing a left knee and then a right into his opponent's head.
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