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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 6:56 pm
Was Omi... trying to grab Lazenca's leg? Well that wasn't what Laz expected to happen; that wasn't right. That wasn't right at all.
Omi was seeing things, the wrong things. A stomp kick to the shin only required Lazenca to raise his foot to that height... no more. If Omi was going to get kicked in the gut by it, he literally had to lie down and roll over.
So, Omi was charging at a leg that'd risen no more than a foot or so off the ground and landed quickly, as per the stomp kick's mechanics- a stomp was hard and fast. But it was performed five feet away. Lazenca never meant to hit Omi, just get him to move. It'd be great if the thing landed, but in no way, shape or form was Lazenca expecting it to land.
Oops.
And so Lazenca was already in place, ready for Omi's counter charge, which would close the distance between them. The right arm coming forward would have indeed plunged the blade into Lazenca's body, but like this it was just there, coming like a wide straight punch to get it around the leg that wasn't there at all. The stance he was in, something like a horse stance, had his body low... low enough that with the left hand moving away from the face just a few inches, the blade would be forced to slide along the bracer. Hand curling back at the wrist, backside down... a basic tan sao block.
The right hand was moving as well, coming up from the waist position, elbow pointed at Omi's face-- with the speed and power of the charge, the utter dedication of it, Lazenca expected Omi's nose to break. But that was secondary, it wasn't the reason the arm was picked up. The moment the blade cleared Lazenca's bracer and the sound of metal on metal ended, the right hand, with a closed fist, slammed backwards on Omi's elbow while the left hand pushed forward.
Omi's elbow joint had just been shattered.
The finishing motion of the break was upward, just to encourage the pain receptors in Omi's arm to scream bloody murder. Such a thing would hide the leg that slid a bit along the ground to be placed behind Omi's own. Simultaneous action... his own body leaned to the left while the right arm snaked itself over Omi's shoulder. An open palm to the throat would have Omi's back findng the ground.
He held onto Omi's right wrist, the one that probably dropped the sword by now since there was no power going to the arm.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 9:13 am
The unbrideled and insanely endowed wrath of Shagrath Due to h X c violating the AMP several times in one post, wasting everyone's time for over a week, refusing to edit any part of his error filled post after being contacted several times, refusing to comply with opponent's actions, being in direct violation with GTB rules, arguing flawed and pointless things as logic, and pissing me the ******** off. I declare Omi the winner by Death.
The blade runs Lazenca right through the chest as his wide stance makes him an even bigger target for his opponent who happens to be striking from below. Blood spills as the heart is pierced with Lazenca collapsing into the waiting embrace of death. Sliding down to Omi's hilt as the final breath escapes his cold, dead lips.
Shagrath walks over to the two fighters as this is all unfolding. With the match over he is free to be in the arena. Both looked battered and bruised, but only one survived. Some humanoid black shapes in scrubs put Omi on a stretcher where he is escorted off the field to the infirmary.
Casually strolling out of the arena, Shagrath snaps his fingers on the right hand inbetween steps as the corpse is immolated in dark neon green flames with black cores. As he exits the southern gate the flames burn out as not even a single ash is left. No trace of the body that once lay there.
As the door shuts with a resounding clang the arena floor looks to be a whirlpool of quicksand. The millions of grains re-align themselves according to Shagrath's will. The sword in the sand is once again as the stage of life without the safety on is as pristine as before it had ever been defiled with the blood of such hubris individuals.
In the dark corridors there was little noise. Making his way back to his chambers, Shagrath's eyes glittered with their old sadistic malice as he rejoiced in that moment of destruction and rebirth. He'd have to make a better one next time. Somewhere in the Abyss was Lazenca's eternal self; Shagrath's underlings were ever so happy to get a new toy.Omi wins by Death
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