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Having not completed getting his scissoring around Blade's left leg by not feeling the weight of the leg upon it, Mooo bent his left leg, which would have been under Blade's, and pushed off of it, letting go of Blade's right leg and sliding a good foot to Blade's right, Mooo's feet still in close proximity to Blade's legs.

The "escape hatch" to such a technique was basic and brutish, but like all of Mooo's moves so far, easy enough to execute. With Blade no longer having the weight on him, and Mooo no longer hanging on to him, the pair were separated, and Blade, his technique moving in the split-second it did, exploded the energy around his leg with no Mooo around it--this happened as Mooo was already pushed away, so as Mooo landed the explosion went off, causing Mooo to throw his hands up reflexively as he landed. However, as Mooo was away from Blade's leg, the beam that Blade shot out once again went off elsewhere into the arena--meaning he'd once again wasted all that energy he put into a killing blow.

Skittering back for a moment, Mooo hopped back up to his feet, catching his breath as he bore down on the still-supine Blade, slowly approaching him with no more intent of goodwill. The same kind of beam had punched a neat little hole in his shoulder--Blade had every intention of killing him, which is something Mooo would not allow.

"GET UP!" Mooo bellowed, flicking his fingers back toward him to call Blade to his feet.

(So, you've just performed... let's see... what, three, four killing blows in a matter of seconds? You've made vast changes to strategy in the split-seconds of falling to the ground and performing a grapple? Rolling onto the same side Mooo was leaning to was a good, realistic escape, but to completely negate the finger-beams, which went off as Mooo did his lock, and then fire off ANOTHER full-force beam when you yourself have said that you're running low on energy?

Ten bucks says you have at least three or four more tucked away.)

In two hours it will have been a week. I gave 4 days before. I gave 3 days after Mooo asked it to open again. This is over twice the limit. If there is no post before 2 hours and 8 minutes from now, this fight is closed.

Bribe me hard if you want another shot.



One additional day is bought.
Three additional days are bought.

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Blade had already shown Mooo that he wasn't a head-on fighter. He didn't fight Mooo--rather, he made up for his lackluster and flashy hand-to-hand with a near-limitless amount of power-based aces up his sleeve. Mooo's eyes weren't on Blade as his opponent stood, as he was in fact glancing about the arena for anything that might cause him any more problems that got in the way of his simple goal: decking Blade. He lacked the sheer force he had from the beginning of the fight--he'd wasted most of it running around and using an Evolution that only served to draw the fight out and run Blade's reserves.

In the end, Mooo's fighting style didn't rely on hitting hard--it relied on hitting correctly. He'd be able to win this if he played it smart and didn't let Blade get the drop on him.

He didn't trust the flames lying about on the ground, and the fact that Blade had moved into an aggressive and proper stance had him more cautious than usual. Maintaining tight upright stance, Mooo's posture sunk a bit, putting more weight into his thighs and hips so he could transfer his power better--whether he'd have to juke his hips hard for a close-in punch, or drive it down through the balls of his feet to get footwork done.

As he'd assumed stance, his eyes first on the flame, then on the point of Blade's sword, he started weaving his upper body slowly, first to the left, then to the right to start building his rhythm. As Mooo weaved from side to side, the cut on his side ached a bit, but nothing that would force him to stop weaving--his rhythm was building enough to where he would be able to HOSHIT HE JUST--wait a second!

As Mooo was weaving down and to his right, he pushed off with his left foot, turning his upper body slightly to his left so he could keep his eyes on Blade as he circled him, the electrical lash slicing through the space where he was, raising up a cloud of dust as it hit the ground, completing the circuit as the electricity grounded itself and fizzled into nothing. Blade's trump card--the energy in the sword--had failed.

Mooo's circle-step followed through with the weaving motion, for as he'd gone right, now he threw his weight left, launching toward Blade on his backset right leg, turning his upper body slightly to the right now as he dipped his upper body low, his head almost level with Blade's navel as he braced his jaw--he had a sequence planned, with only one plan to fall back on. Either way, Blade would be taking a hit out of this trick--unless he chose to burrow underground or fly.

(Apologies for the lateness, I should have posted an interim message beforehand as I've been a bit busy.)

When you knew a counter was coming, it didn't hurt nearly as bad. Such was the case this time around--Mooo juked to his right figuring Blade wanted him there for some reason, due to the hard left positioning of his attack--but that was solely to get Blade to reveal his hand... which he had.

Now, due to the way Mooo performed a step-in, with his leading leg tucked far up to his body with the bottom of his foot facing behind him and his trailing leg resting on the ground by the ball of that foot, if Blade were to wrap his flame around both legs, it would have to extend high enough to grab the second leg, causing Mooo to tumble over.

Thankfully, Mooo was already in tight upright stance, and at the first hint of losing his balance and not being able to automatically move his legs to reposition them, he tucked his chin down to his chest, dropping down to one knee as his upper body turned to face the attack that would now be striking him at chest-level. Oh well, this was gonna hurt, but Blade needed to seriously stop underestimating him.

Sliding his left guard out slightly, he tightened his left fist so the top of his glove, which was covered by a bracer that was a half-inch of reinforced steel alloy with foam rubber padding underneath it, met the electrical whip head-on.

Now, no matter the voltage, it took an exact 0.70 amps to cause a heart palpitation in a human being. Blade's attack was only at one amp, possibly a little higher--in this case, maybe around 1.10 or 1.15 at the rate it had been growing. Mooo's skin was thick enough to let bullets bounce off it with a little damage, not to mention the fact that the heat in the air had leeched the sweat off his body, removing any form of conductor on him. Even the metal, which would conduct perfectly well, was met with the tough leatherlike processed material of the glove and the foam rubber ground underneath the bracer. All Mooo would feel upon impact would be a single solid zap to his left hand, momentarily stunning it as the current lost its strength all the way down to his feet as it completely grounded himself. Yes, it completed the circuit--all the way to the ground.

There was a reason Mooo took that step-in so deep--so that if Blade decided to go for his legs, since the thing he least wanted was Mooo in his face, Mooo would be able to easily regain balance. Since the flame looped around Mooo's left ankle at a very high angle, Mooo was able to stand comfortably despite the fact that he landed on one knee. Now, to look at the weapons available: about a fifth of gas left in the tank in terms of chi output. He'd have to probably expend all of it to break free from this stupid thing binding his legs and growing stronger, if even that--but once it was gone, he'd just have his herculean strength, a passive ability, to rely on.

As Blade started backing away, Mooo concentrated all the chi he could into the palms of his hands and the bottoms of his fingers, coursing it through the muscles of the hand, strengthening his carpals and metacarpals as well as the bones of his wrists, and coating his hands with the energy. Squaring his stance and adjusting his hips, Mooo bent his knees as he dropped down, grabbing the flame ropes from behind his ankles, at what was holding his feet to the ground which was already starting to melt. Now, concrete tile had an extremely high melting point, and even with the latent heat in the arena, it'd take at least a minute of baking for it to settle and then liquify.

Holding on to the flame-ropes for a few seconds, Mooo had taken a few deep breaths and given himself a chance to steel his shoulders and triceps for what he'd need to do--which he just did. Gritting his teeth, that tightening moving to his neck, to his shoulders, and down to the backs of his arms, Mooo squeezed the ropes, hard, feeding the chi he'd covered his palms in, as well as forcing the rest of his chi into the rope, severing it by physical force, like smashing a chain with a sledgehammer.

Now freed, and already tucked into a low position with his legs bent, Mooo placed his fingertips on the warming ground and launched himself forward at a slight angle, landing a good five feet in front of the retreating Blade, who was once again armed with a sword that probably had its own electrical charge. His last two strategies had failed him, so Mooo would have to stop fighting like his opponent--not looking ten steps ahead, and instead paying attention to what was right in front of him.

"Endgame," Mooo said, slamming his right fist into his left palm. The bottom hem of Mooo's pants was burned off along with the tops of his socks, his legs red from the directly-applied heat.