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Schwarz Spiegel

PostPosted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:25 pm



[ . : . ]

[ Yes. Please ignore the ******** idiot who forgot about the Bloodbath ruling. D: ]

Jiro allowed his hands to raise as his opponent's did the same. He was ready for whatever he decided to perform. Even a measily shoulder blo--

Well, I'll be damned. A shoulder block! Jiro flashed a grin. His form bent at the waist, both hands lowering a smidgeon. As Deitric came in, Jiro would lean to his left a bit. Barely noticable. His weight distributed moreso on the corresponding foot. Timed with the couple seconds before the impact of their bodies, he sidestepped in that direction.

As he moved left, his right arm came out. Held up as if for a clothesline. However, this would not end as so. The point of his was to drop abruptly as Deitric was just impacting it, so Jiro may get ahold of the mans waist as he ducked behind. Classic pro wrestling counter move.

Jiro would then put on the brakes. Heels digging into the sandy earth he stood upon. This grounding formed by the abrupt halt in movement would plant him firmly for the following attempt.

I won't bore you with the details. Rather, I shall bestow upon my talented opponent a few words of wisdom.

FEAR THE SUPLEX.

[ . : . ]
PostPosted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:46 pm


Deitric's facial features remained impassive as Jiro moved to adapt to the faux-shoulder check. Deitric had given the intent of a shoulder barge, but in fact he was still in good control of his movement and direction - all of his charge had been posturing - giving the outward image of a shoulder charge. He already knew that running straight forward to try and shoulder-check the man wouldn't work - it never did. He used the charge to try and open the man up. And it did - even if at the last few seconds only. But that was enough time to change his fake-charge into something else entirely.

Side-stepping a bull might've worked, but Deitric was no bull, and Jiro no matador. His charge hadn't been one at all - just a trick. With any luck, the abrupt change from a simple charge to a new attack would throw the man off. When Jiro sidestepped, Deitric ground nearly to a halt from his faux charge - nearly. He hadn't been sprinting - his strides had been long, meaning to cover the distance, but they were still very much controlled and paced so he could change it up if needed - but the sand wasn't the best braking material. But that was fine. As soon as he put on the breaks, his momentum carried him to the left - Jiro's right, where he had stepped. Just before Jiro would have stuck his arm out, thinking he had trapped the other warrior. Deitric's movements had abruptly changed, hopefully catching the other man off guard.

He had been leading left shoulder first, but now he twisted his entire body, his right fist rocketing forward in the nastiest, meanest flying haymaker the tribesman could summon forth. His entire stance twisted to right-dominant as the left-over energy of his forward movement combined with his weight and twisting motion, aiming to smash his fist home into Jiro's face. Of course, that wouldn't be all - he hadn't been able to stop, and once the punch was delivered, he'd most likely slam bodily into the other fighter, sending them both sprawling into the sand.

The Thunder Tyrant


Schwarz Spiegel

PostPosted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:03 pm



[ . : . ]

The world flew past in slow motion. Earth rising to meet his form. A tremendous force rendering his soles asunder from their anchor.

Two bodies came crashing into the sandy ground they stood upon. Jiro stared blankley up at the sky for a second, seemingly out cold. Dazed and confused. Left hand slowly curling into a fist. The right pushing against the ground as he tried to lift his torso some.

When he did, his eye remained shut. That entire side of his face ached. But he knew Deitric had fallen as well. He'd put it all into that punch, and they'd both paid the price. Jiro attempted to simply put his right arm around the mans neck, if he were close enough, and pull him closed. The left would try to hook the mans underarm if the former was successful.

It was slow going, but Jiro couldn't afford to waste time.

[ . : . ]
PostPosted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:19 pm


Unfortunately for both of them, sand wasn't the kindest thing to land on. It shifted, but it didn't allow for very much high-velocity stability - like two men crashing into it.

THWAK

Deitric's fist had slammed home into Jiro's face with a crash of thinly veiled knuckles on flesh and cartilage. His body had kept turning during the punch to deliver as much force as he could, and when their bodies smashed together, knocking Jiro flat on his back, Deitric was bucked forward and over and hit the ground first with his right shoulder and the back of his neck, rolling across the sandy locale for a meter or two before coming to a halt.

Well.

That hurt a lot.

"Hrgnnn..," the fighter growled as he rolled over in the sand, letting out a pained wheeze as he forced himself up. He'd hit his chest against Jiro's shoulder and knocked the breath out of himself, and eating sand didn't seem to help. Standing up to his full height, the warrior paused for a moment to catch his breath, coughing out a small bit of sand. His right shoulder ached dully from hitting the sand and having it used as the starting point of his tumble, but it wasn't as bad as the bruise forming on his chest from the collision.

Deitric reached down with his left hand, unhooking one of his tomahawks free from the belt-loop for a moment. For some reason, he re-considered, and promptly slammed it back home. If his opponent was unarmed, he might as well not use a weapon either. He didn't like attacking a man while he was down - if Jiro wanted to get up, he'd let him without restraint. He needed the time to get all the sound out of his throat and let his lungs get to working again.

The Thunder Tyrant


Schwarz Spiegel

PostPosted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:04 pm



[ . : . ]

Jiro evetually found himself standing on his knees. Right hand clenched to the aching side of his face, eye screwed shut. Slowly, he rose to his feet, a trickle of sand falling from a closed left fist.

That fist came up to meet the right, which had departed from it's previous spot as he'd arisen.

'Round two, Chief.' Jiro taunted, snickering.

[ . : . ]
PostPosted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 4:42 pm


Deitric smirked, keeping a neutral stance, his right hand at his side with his left casually resting with the thumb looped into his belt.

"Alright then," the fighter called,"c'mon."

He brought his right hand up in front of him, clenched in a fist as if he were going to fight with just hand, making a slight motion with his wrist in summoning for his opponent. He had already been on the attack, now it was time to see what his opponent could do.

The Thunder Tyrant


Schwarz Spiegel

PostPosted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 5:05 pm



[ . : . ]

Jiro quickly double-stepped forth. His form now in a right side dominant position. That said, it would be that particular leg that lashed out to Deitric's midsection.

Here's how.

With him standing in the right side dominant stance, his back (left) foot came up to meet his front (right) foot, then the latter extended for the first step. This was repeated. Then the back foot came up to meet the right again, but this time to front front foot kicked up in a straight front kick aimed for the midsection of his opponent. A swift, accurate kick.

At the same time, his left arm had cocked back, hand hidden behind his form. The right was held just below shoulder level.

After the kick had reached the area where Deitric's midsection had been as the kick extended, it would snap back down, with Jiro leaning back just a bit. This clearly set up a hasty retreat, incase of backlash. A backward quickstep would be rather easy to perform with this automatic protocol.

Of course, this doesn't mean he can't retreat in a differant fashion. Jiro was more than ready for a split second defensive maneuver should the oppertunity arise for such actions.

[ . : . ]
PostPosted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 6:05 pm


The Khasmin man seemed like a statue now as his opponent came forward - if he noticed the advance, he didn't show it other than the fact he was watching his opponent. Flint and hardness glinted in his eyes as he watched Jiro, on guard and waiting.

The man lashed out with his foot, and Deitric responded quickly - by moving right into the kick pushing off with both feet to practically let his opponent's foot hit him. A dull thud issued as the foot caught Deitric around the sternum, a wheeze of air from his lungs as it connected. Even so, it seemed as though the warrior wasn't as affected as he should of been - what was under the leather jacket?

At the same time, his opponent might find himself in trouble. The kick was supposed to meet resistance, yes, but what about an opposite force, that of Deitric moving? In the soft, shifting sand, he might find himself forced backwards, off-balance, or even with a rolled ankle. But that wouldn't be the worst of it--

--Deitric's arms moved just as the Japanese man's foot hit him in the chest, sending a shock through his body and through the other man's legs, his right arm moving in a flash from the raised guard position to wrap 'round the ankle. At the same time, his left rocketed forward, aiming to smash open-palmed into the back of the man's knee to force the leg to buckle before grasping tight at the back of the joint, hoping to force his already off-balanced opponent to submit to his whim.

While leaping to meet a kick near preemptively was a tactic for some, it was usually used to simply knock the kicker over - but the sturdy fighter had more planned than that. His weight - a firm two hundred and fifty-two pounds - meant he'd be hurt as much as any man, but that the kick wouldn't of budged him too much, allowing him to get his grip on the leg and preform the subsequent action.

Having (hopefully) managed to get a dead-lock on the man's leg, Deitric would use his position to suddenly twist, using his greater body-weight to spin. If the man had been forced off balance, Deitric would take control of both their weights with his sudden spin - one spin, two, and Jiro would have been off the ground and in the air at Deitric's behest. But by then, Deitric would have already let go..

Sending Jiro flying right for the Firebrand's big glass window, of all things.

"HRAAH!"

The Thunder Tyrant


Sunstrike

PostPosted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:07 am


It had been a few hours.

More then a few, the bar had cleared out a bit when it came to the earlier crowd, and now the evening clientele were settling in.

Sunstrike walked back in from the beach, kicking his shoes clean with a couple of clunks at the front door. Scanning the room, he saw that there were still a few familiar faces, and the oven had been put back to where it belonged, dents and all.

Carefully he put up with a few looks as he made his way to the bar, tapping the top of a green tousled head.

"Sakura...you still anywhere near sober?"
PostPosted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 11:30 am


"You know what's weird? I could drink a hundred of these things and I'd never once get sick. I might hurl a few times from all the liquid in my stomach, but the alcohol never hits me like it does everyone else."

Sakura did nothing more than stare at the bottle of BEER brand beer in front of her, twirling the liquid a bit before tipping her head back along with the bottle. She did so to catch an upside-down glimpse of sun, and while her hand retreated back to the counter, slamming the bottle against it, her head remained in place.

"My dad told me something once. He said 'son, your gift is your curse. For all the things you will enjoy in this world, the greatest pleasures will be out of reach.' For all the wisecracking and tough love that he gave me when I was a kid, I'm starting to think that it wasn't all just blowing smoke."

With a jerk, her head snapped forward so that she could sit properly in her seat again before twisting around. "Things are never as easy as you make them out to be." A pointed finger jabbed Sun in the chest as a pair of dark brown eyes gazed up from under emerald strands, each poke seeming to emphasize specific words.

"The story wasn't supposed to end like this. I'll see to it that there's another chapter being written, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to see it to the bitter end. And you're going to help me write it.

"Are we at least settled on that much?"

ragingtofu

Dangerous Codger


Sunstrike

PostPosted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 2:14 pm


"Hell boyo, it wasn't even supposed to start like this, let alone end."

He rubbed his chest where she'd poked him. The change in pronouns didn't seem to bother him much, not as much as the words Sakura spoke.

"Dad's have a way of saying things like that at stupid moments."

He tapped the bar, and something strong was placed in front of him, he tapped again and got a second.

"I'll do the best I can for ya, though I don't know where to begin. Never was good at introductions..."
PostPosted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 5:57 pm



[ . : . ]

Jiro crashed through the window, a mighty sound resonating from the act of passing through it. Glass flew everywhere. Shattered beyond recognition.

Jiro tumbled to a halt within the bar. Laying limp, on his back. The world spinning around him. He wasn't sure what had happened, as he was quite dazed from the spinning and crashing, but he was sure of the pain from the numerous cuts and bruises he now possessed. And they hurt like Hell.

'Nng.. uhg..' He grumbled, as he stated straight up at the ceiling.

[ . : . ]

Schwarz Spiegel


The Thunder Tyrant

PostPosted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:04 pm


"Stings a little, don't it?"


Deitric called out to his opponent. His voice was rough and hoarse from the kick to the chest and loss of breath, but he was better off than his opponent, that much was for sure. The fighter dusted off his hands and walked over to open the door to the Firebrand, looking to where his opponent had landed.

"Had enough?" he asked canting his head to the side to watch the man. The warrior pulled out a handful of gold from a small bag on his belt, setting it down on a table-- to pay for the window.
PostPosted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:06 pm


Athan Cole was hardly a stranger to the Firebrand, always stopping in when time allowed to share a drink with his friends.

In this particular case, Athan was sitting at a table when Jiro had come hurtling through a window, and it was Athan's beer that Jiro's tumbling body had decided to spill all over said big man's lap.

Now, Athan could have totally overreacted and perhaps even beat the living hell out of the guy, but he decided to do Jiro a favor.

He stood up, groin-soaked and all, and walked over to Jiro.

"Here..."

He bent down, picked the guy up by his shirt and one leg, and just tossed him back out the window.

"There ya go."

Designated Hero


Kurosakii Ichigo

PostPosted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:04 am


Ichigo had remained in the bar for quite a while after others left, seated a few feet away from Sun and Sakura. He had sat himself down after that big group talk and sortof kept to himself for the rest of the night. His thoughts were keeping him quite occupied, enough that he didn't really take much notice of the bar fight.

Kon, on the other hand, was sitting at the edge of the counter watching the spectacle. "I wonder if people are takin' bets!" thought the stuffed animal.

But the squabbles of some patrons weren't Ichigo's concern right now. He was still thinking about what happened earlier that day when he fought against that demon, Malachi. He remembered what he said before he left...

-Eden- Ezekiel
Consider yourself lucky--- human! For that was only 55% of my power!


Ichigo had to go so far as to use his Hollow mask in order to fight that monster, and he was only using a little more than half of his full power? How the hell was Ichigo going to stand against that?

"Damnit all to hell..."

Ichigo's fist tightened in his feeling of helplessness. If there was any time Ichigo really needed to speak to Old Man Zangetsu, it was now.

That was when Ichigo's thoughts were interrupted by the words of a third party involving himself in that bar fight. Kon had nearly fallen back at the sight of the large man standing up. He was about as tall as Chad, and that wasn't whistling dixie.

Something about him struck Ichigo as familiar, though...
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