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Boot to the head?

Maybe.

Colin, opening his eyes after getting knocked back, saw a foot hovering above his face and, doing the only thing he knew to do, put his right arm in front of his face and turned his head to the right, tucking it into his shoulder, hoping to reduce the damage.

Oh, and he'd swing his left leg up and, hopefully into the crotch/lower back of Laz to screw up his stompin' stance. Mybe, if he was lucky, knock the f**ker over.

Finally! About d**n time that sonofab***h backed off. Once the man was away from his area, Colin would get to his feet as fast as possible. His right arm sad a small bruise forming where Laz had just stomped it, but it wasn't hurting too much. Rotating his left shoulder to loosen it up a bit, Colin would grunt, turning to face the man as he did so.

His back was to Colin, and he was bent over. That was just begging for a rush, and Colin would have to oblige, though he knew some kind of retaliation as at hand.

Taking the few quick steps needed to close the gap, Colin would finally free his kamagong stick and, with a swift downward sweep, aim to crack the bar parallel to Laz's spin along the bones themselves.

His stomach was tensed as he did this, ready for a kick of some sort.

So, he'd been facing Laz. A mistake on the author's part, but a hit was still a hit. Though, the flying leap was a bit of a surprise. Dropping the kamagong stick, Colin would, or at least try, to grab Laz's right elbow with his left arm, considering the man was coming at his looking for a hug. As he got closer, Colin would reach inside the man's left arm with his right and try to grab the shoulder, a very difficult move at this range.

And, when it looked like it was too late to do anything, Colin would fall. Yes, fall. And backwards he would fall, his right leg rising, planting itself into Laz's lower abdomen, and, once Colin had hit ground, pushed up. An attempt at a Tomoe Nage, as viewed below, if there ever was one.



Now, If Colin was completely, or at least mostly, effective, Laz would be sent up and over, landing somewhere away from Colin, and the Ex-KH member would roll over, scramble to his feet, and jump the distance between the two to try and give Laz a little face stomping of his own. If it worked.

If the grabs worked, and the foot was placed, but no throw, Colin would shift from the attempted Tomoe Nage to a Juji Gatame and pull on the arm as hard as possible. This would e possible by Colin hooking his free left leg around the outside of Laz's right arm, rolling to the left as Laz's weight is shifted that way, release his shoulder, and straighten out his body, clamping his knees tightly around Laz's upper arm. Maybe a broken appendage would slow him down. The final position would appear similar to the picture featured below, only upside down, and both feet underneath the far arm. A better reference would have been offered, but the author can't find one not on youtube, and is clueless when it comes to .gif making.



If only the grabs worked, and the foot missed, then Colin would pull Laz in close and aim a series of headbutts at his face, hoping for a bloody and possibly broken nose.

If it all failed, Colin would still fall back, Laz on top of him, and his arms, which would be pinned at the biceps if the author assumed correctly, would reach up with his right hand and pull Laz's knife free, and then promptly try to plunge it into flesh. Again, and again, and again.

Choices, choices, choices......

So, the toss was a go, as was some stompage. Good hits on Colin's part, yet he hadn't been ready for a leap into his body. Yes, Colin was knocked off balance, and the few hooks that landed into his sides were nice. Clean, with some power behind them. Already, a little bruising would start to show.

However, in response, Colin would turn his upper torso as much to the right as he could, in the process pushing against Laz's head with the shouldered leg. Right arm would raise up, bent at the elbow, ready to absorb most of the shock from the landing on grating, right leg rising to place itself into Laz's lower abdomen/upper thigh.

Three, two, one, contact.

Oof!

Colin would grunt as he hit metal, his arm giving under the weight. His arm was slightly numb, blood beginning to run from the small cuts caused by the force of impact and the small amount of sliding. His body lay tilted, stomach angled towards the floor. If Colin was lucky, the force from his leg would have pushed Laz's head into the floor. If not, then some strain might have been applied from the jolt upon impact.

A stiff neck is at least something.

The shouldered leg would wrap around Laz's back and neck to hold him in place as Colin curled his body, almost into a fetal position, grab Laz's hair once more, and lift it off of the ground, where he'd proceed to turn it towards him and slam his free hand's palm into the man's nose until the thing was pulp.

Another hand in his face. Well, that wouldn't stop him. One palm, two palm, thre....

Colin's head snapped to the side, The first blow catching him full on the side of his head. The right side of his vision went white with pain as he froze, unsure as to what had just happened. Another hit, and he'd snap back, the pain bringing him back into consciousness. Well, he had to stop that arm from doing that again. Colin would bite Laz's palm and twist his head to the left, hopefully tearing the man's flesh a good deal and removing the obstruction from his face.

THWACK

Another hit, another flash. His head was throbbing horribly, blood running from his split cheek. As Laz pulled his arm back, Colin's would have already been back in the pre-palm position. Turning his sight back to Laz's head, Colin would shift from a palm to an index-and-middle finger point and, with as much speed and power as he could give without messing up his aim, attempt to slam the two digits into Laz's right eye, more towards the tear duct.

Now, if the strike had hit, Colin would curl his fingers inside the socket and hook them around the man's skull to hold it in place while he rolled back to the left while Laz was in mid-swing, forcing the arm to miss the attack, his fist hitting Colin's right pec, the stick clipping his upper shoulder and a small portion of his clavicle. He'd wrap his right arm around Laz's left holding it in place. Colin would then plant his thumb left thumb under Laz's jaw and, with a twist, lift the man's head so he could proceed to slam it into the ground as many times as possible.

If the poke had failed, Colin would instead still wrap his right arm around Laz's left and, with his own unoccupied left, grab the stick and push it forward and to the right, which would be backwards and to the left to Laz, trying to rip the thing from the man's grip.

Guys needed to stop trying to touch his wood. It was getting really old.

Not quite. Remember that left leg? The one in Laz's gut? Well, guess what. Consider it extended. Laz decided to come up, pushing forward to bend Colin so, in return, Colin, his shoulders pressing against the grating for support, would push back and up, releasing Laz's left arm as he did so. Colin's own left leg would scoot towards it respective side as they pushed, falling away from the tangle.

And, in a second, Colin would be gone. His right leg collapsing, back lowering, legs folding into his chest, Colin would tuck left arm close to his body, push off of the ground with his right, tap L twice, and barrel roll away from that f**ker.

And he'd roll for a few feet before pushing himself to his knees, kneeling like an Arthurian knight, one knee on the ground, one foot beside it. His face was as bloody as Laz's, the right side beginning to swell a bit around the cheekbone. These two had had one hell of a fight, and whichever passed on to the next round would deserve it.

Still, Colin wasn't walking out of here without having fought to his fullest. Arms hanging loosely by his sides, Colin would stand shortly, assuming Laz hadn't already come for him again.

Well, unless Laz could ghost through legs, his knife would be plunging into fleshy thigh at best. Yes, the wrist was caught and, yes, Colin was yanked a few degrees or so, but that wouldn't stop his legs from folding back into his chest where Laz, unaware of their presence, would be more than happy to become Mr. Stabby.

So, because of his ignorance of the final positioning of Colin's leg, the premature penetration should be very unexpected and, if the shock was great enough, cause the man to loosen the grip on his knife. This would also be perpetuated by Laz's actual point of knife insertion. Try Colin's tibia. Very hard, and very close to the skin. A small stab, the force of impact on his bone would still be a very painful ordeal, but the slant of the bone would, effectively, knock the blade inwards, between the two thighs, and quickly be trapped by a small shift of Colin's legs. Assuming the knife struck Colin's right leg, they two appendages would act as convergent tectonic plates, the left rising over the right, forcing the knife to turn at an awkward angle and making it difficult to withdraw. If the stab hit the left leg, it would be the opposite. Right over left, still creating a somewhat odd angle.

All of this was, of course, situational. Laz was determined to stab the hell out of Colin, and he wasn't s keen on that.

Now, remember that left arm? You know, the one with the stick? Well, Colin was about to swing the thing at Laz's wrist. You know, the one with the knife? Well, Colin would swing and keep swinging as long as he was hitting the thing. Really, a knife was much more important than, well, say a fist.

And so, the struggle would resume once more.