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Two strangely dressed fans in the stadium had a good chuckle.



KB watched as Isah ran at him and then jumped into the air, his head leaning back to keep track of his opponent. He smiled as the boot came down towards his head, his smile ever-expanding to surreal proportions.



Isah's foot would sink with a wet sucking sound as if he had stomped in mud. Blood splattered in every direction as the boot literally stomped its way through the mouth and down his throat. The entirety of his body weight fell into this step, allowing the vampire to gobble up his leg with ease. After the leg had sunk in sufficiently to the surprise of his opponent, the jaws would snap shut like a beartrap.



This includes his biting power.



Oh s**t.

KB's slow useless fight nevar happened.

RE-RE-RE-REMIX

Merciful. Right.

The man was softly spoken; the words would be lost amidst the crowd's roar of approval. He had to give credit where credit was due; the fans adored KB and the scene he had given them. It was mildly daunting, as from where he stood, Iden had little support in this fight, compared to the now overwhelmingly popular foe he faced.

Quietly he stepped forward, into the light. Even behind the heavily tinted sunglasses that rested upon his bandaged face, he was squinting; the rays of the wicked day star would have him on edge the whole fight through. He was safe enough for the moment, as he had wrapped his exposed face and fingertips in bandages to shield them from the sun. But it was an unnatural thing, being a dead man in the daylight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you heard the man! Raise your voices for another fighter, a GTB newcomer, IDEN DESEER!"

So much noise; the crowds were going wild. Iden would have been flattered, were he not so filled with anxiety. Only a few feet further, and he would be in the shade...then he could fight without worry. Tense fingers held his duster close as he shuffled forwards, edging in towards the shade, and the other vampire.

Blessed shade. Now he could fight with little concern.

The two stood only just past ten feet from one another. Even at such a short distance, Iden failed to hear the ultimatum as it was delivered. He understood the meaning all the same; his foe was prepared, and would show no mercy.

A smirk tugged at the young kindred's lips. Hidden beneath the bandages that shielded his face, he was grinning. This would be fun, duking it out with one so in control of their form.

An almost casual flick of the wrist flung the duster open, and from it flew two metallic objects, each perhaps the size of a man's fist. In a heartbeat, Iden was moving; his body surged forwards just as the blinding flash came. The twin flash bombs erupted in a sudden blast of intolerable light and sound. Iden, forewarned as he was, shielded his face in his advance. KB would be less prepared; he only had the briefest of moments between the throw and impact between them to understand what was happening.

It was all Iden could do to pray that his opening ruse worked; he had already committed to the attack. His body surged forward with a sudden acceleration that defied reason; the blood pounding through his muscles was burning away, powering him forward with the first of his skills as a Cainite.



Trusting in his unnaturally quick advance and his flash grenades both, Iden lunged forwards and tugged his arms free from his duster. He led with his left side, which held the garment; powerful arms hurled the coat at his foe to further hinder his vision and entangle his limbs. Then, throwing his weight into a sudden stop and pivoting strike, his right arm swung around in a solid, steel-shod punch to open in what was to be a series of advancing blows designed to force KB from the ring.

Ohshi-

Iden was already committed to his assault; while he could immediately withdraw with the gifts he possessed, instead he pressed onwards. The duster was a lost cause, sadly; the poor coat was ripped asunder by the whirling top of vampiric death. Yet, the young DeSeer held the utmost in confidence that he would not share its fate.

His lunging strike was leading with his right foot; his left side had been the origin of the hurled coat. His height and long arms gave him a fair reach, but it was nothing compared to that of the wings. The only recourse was to lunge in headlong, holding his left arm in a guard even with KB's counter as his right was thrown.

Over the crowds came a horrific screech, akin to metal upon metal. Iden's left forearm met with KB's razor edged wing with a harsh impact, one that threw the young DeSeer off balance. Yet he was more or less unharmed; the leather that sheathed his left forearm had been ripped away to reveal gleaming steel beneath it! The gauntlets had saved him from losing a limb, though his arm shook and ached from the impact.

The original plan was a bust; the blow had spun Iden off his feet and hurled his punch aside. Yet still his forward momentum remained; the brief burst of celerity had left him with a headlong charge that would not be denied. Though he landed roughly and felt the wind burst from his lungs, he rolled into KB. The spinning Vampire stood just over Iden's legs, meaning the two would collide. It was all the floored kindred could do to try and trip his opponent and take him to the ground; what would ensue after would be a hasty scramble to try and gain the advantage from his position.

It was a rapid scramble to see who would take the advantage. KB was marginally faster than Iden was, despite that the younger of the two was built for speed. He shielded himself needlessly; Iden had just oriented himself the same time KB had begun to rise. This of course meant the elder combatant took his swing, whipping his wing about in a roundabout slash similar to the first. The difference came in how Iden reacted.

He only sort of blocked. The young DeSeer lunged inwards, taking the blow full on as before, but this time with his left arm leading. The force was minimized somewhat when he surged forwards; KB's limb would hit at a far shorter extension than was ideal. Still, the impact nearly threw Iden to the floor once more; even twisting with the blow was almost not enough. But twist he did, turning his lunge into a sudden corkscrewing drop. The wing slipped just overhead, and Iden's knees heaved hard into a rising punch for KB's elbow. It was a clean target, with virtually nothing stopping him; though his left hand was bordering numbness after being so brutally battered, his right was still unharmed and in its prime.

It would be a fair exchange, were Iden to land the blow. On impact he'd pull a wolverine and impale the arm with metal blades. Stab and twist; the young DeSeer was trying to remove the limb from the equation by shredding the muscles and crippling it. Better still was that he had a very solid base now that he was rising from the ground; his balance was good, and he had an ideal position to follow up with more punishment.

KB was a lucky, lucky man...monster...thing. Had he blindsided Iden as intended, the poor young sod would have been lobotomized, and there would have been the game. Fortunately for both, the fatality was averted by Iden's continuation of his uppercut.



KB's arm crumpled under the initial strike, and Iden took full advantage. Using his low center of mass, he pivoted and heaved with every ounce of his physical strength. It was a very basic shoulder throw; he was simply trying to put KB on the ground once more.

Pain flashed through Iden's mind; his right shoulder felt a sudden rush of burning agony. KB's claws had blindsided him, though fortune saw the strike rip through his right shoulder, rather than his skull. Deep gashes brought the coppery tang of fresh blood to the air as Iden heaved; thick, smoking crimson oozed from the wound for a second before he could force the injury to stop bleeding.

If nothing else, this pain threw a flash of desperation through the young DeSeer's mind. Even in the shade, the light of day caused an unpleasant burn. Now he was no longer fully covered; if the fight took to the sunlight he would burn most painfully. Such could not be permitted. If KB hit the ground, Iden would be all over him in a flash; his legs would lock around the older vampire's waist and his blades would begin tearing at both of the foe's arms, trying to cripple him and prevent him from fighting back.

Oh, it was a happy little scene. Bits of muscle and gore were flying everywhere. There was nothing like a good bit of RIP TEAR RIP TEAR to get the jollies going. Iden felt fairly self assured that he had this; with no arms, KB would have very little he could do to

OH JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE ******** say Iden was shocked was to possess a gift for understatement. He was totally off guard for the sudden grip that found his shoulders; claws dug through cloth and skin to secure a solid grasp. It seemed the advantage had changed hands with remarkable speed; now Iden was trying to push himself away.

Fear edged in on the younger fighter's mind. What the ******** is this guy? What the hell do I need to do? Doubt edged slowly towards panic; panic would be the end of the fight. When faced with this maw of terrifying proportions, Iden could do so very little but push away.

Fangs ripped through skin and clothing, and tore solid chunks from the throat and collarbones of the younger fighter. It was taking a tremendous deal of effort to hold KB even to this point; if Iden didn't do something quickly, his strength would fail and he would be consumed. This need for self-preservation jarred his mind from the downward spiral; determination to live took hold and gave him the brief clarity he needed.

The poor young DeSeer would be burning through his stamina and blood at a horrifying rate, but it had to be done. Calling upon every ounce of unholy strength he could muster, Iden augmented his power and forced himself to his feet. All of KB's weight lay upon him as the deranged creature held fast and snapped in ravenous hunger for his flesh. Yet despite the strain, Iden would hold out for as long as was necessary; he was going to walk his foe into the light of day, and force him to burn away.

That's right, folks. Iden was going to pick the snarling ball of hatred in his arms up, and walk into the sunlight. Better yet, when he got to the edge of the shadows, he was going to wedge his arms into that maw, trust in the gauntlets to keep him from losing both limbs, and push with every fiber of his being in a titanic effort to open KB's jaws into the daylight, while remaining safely just inside the line of shade.

The crowd, of course, was going to love it regardless of whether or not he succeeded, the sadists that they were.