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 Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:15 pm
(( I wasn't taking it seriously because I thought you were actually throwing a joke kid character at me. O_o; Hence the silliness in my actions. ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:21 pm
(( He is. Tiem has been whupping a** and ADHDing on people since 2003. mad
He forced Cthulhu to make a SAN check. ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:23 pm
[ Back to srs bizness. You want to back this up? Cause me actually doing the grab is impossible on somebody that is not twelve years old. ]
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:24 pm
(( If you want to continue, just back it up. Either way, this is enough OOC. ))
edit: (( And besides. What difference does it make if I throw a joke character at you or not? Kickin' your a** is still kickin' your a** regardless of who it comes from. ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:30 pm
Savoki Sanoci
Muso asked in a ruthless tone, speaking directly at the alien, pondering if she was experience in a brawl at all. Remaining vigilant of his surroundings, he looked into her path , awaiting for a response as he was eager to fight.
A girl whips you in the head with a two-by-four and you ask her if she's looking for a fight? REAL RUTHLESS RIGHT THAR. If she hadn't been holding the piece of wood like a baseball bat, she might've clapped for 'im. The wood smashed against his skull, but the b***h still talked. ]=< Instead of pulling the two-by-four back and swinging again for his right side, she just raised it over his head (since his head-butt would cause a little bit of a bounce off and it would be easy to just curve it over his head), rotating her arms as she did. So instead of her right being on top of her left, her left would be on top of her right. She then pulled pulled the wood a little ways away from his head and smashed it right back. Hitting his left side with less power, than the first, but it'd still deal some damage.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:44 pm
[I reward silliness with silliness. A joke character gets no serious attention from me.]
And so the golf club just kept on soaring, right into somebodies car windshield.
And so here came the kidyoung man all ready to attack or something. Being that he was running at full speed, Grimm figured he was gonna try something drastic. The warrior's eyes narrowed and he cocked his arm back, gripping the tire iron tighter.
When he was within range, the young guy launched himself into the air, legs extended and feet aiming for Grimm's abdominals or lower chest area. Well, a full speed dropkick moves pretty fast and is gonna hurt when it makes contact. He could have side stepped it and let the kidyoung man continue to fly straight into the car behind him, but he had another idea. It was risky, but if it worked out it would give him an advantage.
Grimm brought his tire iron down fast and hard just as he was attacked, hoping that the thick piece of steel would slam right into the guys left knee. Long reach plus the reach of the tire iron would hopefully put his attack in the knee area. A full force hit from a tire iron to the knee is a pretty bad thing to have happen to you. Most likely he'd not be able to walk right on that leg.
But in making this attack, Grimm would have to take the full force of the dropkick. All 160 pounds plus added momentum drove into Grimm's chest, sending him backwards into the car.
THUNK - SMASH
His back hit the door of a car and busted the passenger side window. It also set off a loud car alarm, which was really ******** annoying.
".. Hm. "
By now the other guy would have landed, and hopefully have a smashed knee, and Grimm would be leaning up against the side of the car door with the tire iron still clenched in his right hand. Of course his chest hurt like hell right now, but it wasn't like it was a new feeling. He'd come here to brawl with another fighter, not this kid. He'd just beast through him if he had to.
[ I hope this works out better for you. ]
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:12 pm
Aww, s**t. Well that made the whole thing moot now didn't it? themightyjello The kid ducked it outright and just kept coming. Assuming the guy didn't c**k back his arm to take another swing with that super-iron of his the kid was doing to dropkick him straight into the nearest car like he was ******** Zangief. [Damon] And so here came the kidyoung man all ready to attack or something. Being that he was running at full speed, Grimm figured he was gonna try something drastic. The warrior's eyes narrowed and he cocked his arm back, gripping the tire iron tighter. See, there was a specific reason why a punk kid like Tiem was still alive after all this time starting fights over pocket change in a place as rough as Gaia. That reason was that even though he was completely out of his head, the kid wasn't a deer in the goddamn headlights. He wasn't just going to stare blankly as the world happened around him, especially if this was a guy that he was planning to put a hurtin' on. Huge guy Grimm pulled back that tire iron, so the kid wasn't going to go barreling straight into him with that thing at the ready. Doing that is a sure-fire way to get your knee ******** up or worse. So the kid'd round it off and peter his run to a jog before hopping up onto the hood of a car and stomping his way up to the roof. Then a couple more times for good measure. "You got my two dollars Johnny? Do ya?" Tiem cocked his head to the side and stared down at the guy from his automotive perch. "I ain't gon go nowhere 'till you git me dat money you rathin' sunbitch. mad " The whole time he'd be waving around his stick like it was a pointer.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:30 pm
On the bright side Grimm would sustain no injury, on the not so bright side, the kid wouldn't either. And so we're back to square one. Grimm standing there, slightly annoyed, still waiting to get into the brawl. And the only thing presented before him was a head case of a kid insistent upon having two dollars.
Nobody was putting the hurt on anybody.
This was not pleasing.
And so to make things a little more interesting, Grimm reached down to pick up a golf club, not once taking his eye off the kid. With it now occupying his left hand he began to slowly walk over towards the car where the kid was currently making an idiot of himself. What else was new.
Let's try this again you little s**t.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:40 pm
Yeah, Tiem had that affect on people. He was pretty intolerable sometimes, what with how he just went off on a tan- Oh s**t. This car was nice.
"Maaaayn dud dis thing'z gots ta be sum money..." the kid jawed in awe at how nice this car he'd just stomped up and down on was, and hopped off to the side to check out the inside through the driver's side window. Seems like some suit owned it, the inside was leather and all that, and then- Oh s**t. There was a huge guy around here wasn't there?
"Hokai dud! Kitten yer rathin' a** in a second." The hell? Was kitten even a verb?
CRASH!
BWEEEEEEEEEP! BWEEEEEEEEEEP! BWEEEEEEEEEEEP! BWEEEEEEEEP!
The car alarm went blaring through the whole parking lot when the punk kid slammed his stick through the window, then reached through and popped open the door. Grand theft auto? Hell no. He was popping the trunk.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:48 pm
themightyjello Yeah, Tiem had that affect on people. He was pretty intolerable sometimes, what with how he just went off on a tan- Oh s**t. This car was nice. "Maaaayn dud dis thing'z gots ta be sum money..." the kid jawed in awe at how nice this car he'd just stomped up and down on was, and hopped off to the side to check out the inside through the driver's side window. Seems like some suit owned it, the inside was leather and all that, and then- Oh s**t. There was a huge guy around here wasn't there?--
As though on cue the golf club came down upon the kids back. Of course, swung by a very annoyed Grimm. With him being so distracted n' all that s**t by this car, he probably wouldn't notice until it was too late. Even if he did notice, well... we'll just see what happens hit or miss.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:54 pm
"...ow."
Golf club of non-described sort? Well, those things weren't really made to stand up to much abuse. They were more of a style thing than not. Clubbing the kid in the back was enough to cause the thing to bend straight in half because it was just an aluminum tube after all. It'd leave a ******** welt though and sting like a ******** gonna be another two dollars. mad "
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:10 am
Grimm paid little attention to the meager damage he'd done, and quickly followed up with another attack. Only this time he wasn't attacking with a weapon, deciding to go with another type of strike. The big guy had quickly readied his leg and sent a swift right kick up between the kids legs, aiming to play hacky sack with the kids nut sack. Big strong kick meets tiny little balls. Not a pleasant combination.
Of course he didn't bother dropping the bent golf club, hell, it might come in handy at some point. And yeah, he still had a hold of the tire iron, planning to use it at just the right moment. If he planned everything like he saw it in his head, he could end in this in next few seconds. But for now, he focused on the uber nut punt.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:20 am
Wasn't quite going to happen for him though. This was a parking lot, which meant that cars were usually parked side by side with little rows in between them. For Grimm to club the kid in the back with the thing he'd either have to be behind him or on the side since the kid was too busy gawking over bling and leather seats. A nutshot from the side wasn't going to work, but the golf club had gotten the kid out from a case of vandalism and theft so... maybe it was a good thing? No telling what a yakuza suit from downstairs might do if they found some kid busting up his sweet a** ride.
A little late for that though, I reckon. There'd be a pretty ********' huge dent in the side panel from some huge guy's nutshot and Tiem would be a few feet closer to the a** end of the auto.
"...damn." The kid whistled. "Dat ain't gonna buff out."
(( Ah'm gon ta bed, nyigga'. ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:55 am
themightyjello Wasn't quite going to happen for him though. This was a parking lot, which meant that cars were usually parked side by side with little rows in between them. For Grimm to club the kid in the back with the thing he'd either have to be behind him or on the side since the kid was too busy gawking over bling and leather seats. A nutshot from the side wasn't going to work, but the golf club had gotten the kid out from a case of vandalism and theft so... maybe it was a good thing? No telling what a yakuza suit from downstairs might do if they found some kid busting up his sweet a** ride. A little late for that though, I reckon. There'd be a pretty ********' huge dent in the side panel from some huge guy's nutshot and Tiem would be a few feet closer to the a** end of the auto. "...damn." The kid whistled. "Dat ain't gonna buff out." (( Ah'm gon ta bed, nyigga'. ))
Damn, this kid must have smoked some Blue Crystal s**t.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:34 am
Meanwhile ~
There was still a body planted happily on the roof of some poor unaware sap's car who was pretty much the only female on the premises right now beside the blue Xeno chick who had gotten into it with Ebris back at the Firebrand a while back.
Oh yea, there was that other one, still fighting probably.
Ryke had a perfect front row seat to watch everyone beat the living hell out of each other. More blood was being spilled up here than down there in the damn fighting arena. Which was kind of sad.
She'd since taken Ebris' pink gPod, slipped the little earphones in and browsed through the man's collection of tunes.
Not a whole lot that she cared to listen to. Oh wait, here's one.
...
No wait nevermind.
Well, that was a bust. With a wry face, the tomboy bounty hunter stood up, still standing on the car's hood and chucked the stupid thing at her partner's head. Whether he caught it, or it smacked him in the face didn't seem to bother her in the least.
"Your s**t sucks!" Yeah, she just insulted his music. What was he gonna do about it?
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