Practice thread for the HoH

[LegendarySimba]

(I watch UFC all the time. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID NOW! It took me a minute, but I figure out what you did.)  

[LegendarySimba]

Thrusting his left hand on the ground for support, Tachi used his strength and his right shoulder to attempt to lift Athous from the ground with his right arm around his waist. Once he lifted Athous from the ground, Tachi would remove his hand from the ground wrapping it around the back part of his legs, taking a step before leaning his body forward, applying as much force possible.

Applying this much force would allow Tachi to slam Athous on the ground roughly, throwing his controls of his chains off balance. If Athous was slammed, Tachi would ball his right fist mounting his waist, his knees located under Athous under pits to prevent him from grabbing, or throwing punches. Cocking back his right fist. Tachi would freeze both his fists, into solid ice, similar to steel at this point. Tachi would launch his right fist, at the right temple of Athous attempting to knock Ahous out. If that punch didn't do it, a left punch would be sent to Athous left temple after the right punch strick.

 

[Infer Elade]

"Geez... The hell am I doing back here?" Vash couldn't help but to question himself aloud as he stood waiting for his green haired opponent to show himself. Much to his dismay, today out of all days he chose not to wear his tracking visor, a device that could have possibly pinpointed the location of the possibly lost warrior. Vash could only hope that his opponent managed to find his way. The wind seemed to have no regard to the cleanliness of his normally matted pale blond hair and was part of the reason why he never tried to keep it looking "neat."  

[Roukai Ronan]

Sean sat in the stands playing with his zippo as he looked down to the ring waiting on Blondie to figure it out. Eventually his expressions gave away his frustration so, the temporary brown haired Sean sparked the lighter again then raised it to the sky within his right hand before waving it side to side.

"Are you ever goin to look in the obvious places and not the expected places?"

 

[Infer Elade]

Of course Vash wouldn't look in the "unexpected places." That would be all to easy and make life dull despite the obvious reduction in reoccurring headaches that would ensue. Eventually the eyes of the young man would turn to the stands. Annoyed but somewhat relieved that his opponent was finally here... or maybe always been there. At this point it didn't matter. Vash would not speak to the green haired fellow that sat in the stands a good twenty to thirty feet in the distance. Rather he took the time to check his equipment. Slowly he opened and closed his hands, checking the dexterity of his well crafted yet strange black and red gauntlets. They were small in size almost like gloves with small circle shaped upon the back of each hand. After this small check he tapped the small pouch at his side while kicking the small jug that that rested to his right ever so gently.  

[Roukai Ronan]

Getting up from his seat and snapping the zippo closed, Sean made his way down the stands with his hands in his pockets, once at the railing that separated himself from the arena floor along with a quick ten foot drop, his hands would remove themselves from their homes and grasp the railing as the rest of his body leapt over the railing. Landing quite gently on his feet, Mr. Ronan would grumble to himself as he dusted himself off and made his way to center stage while walking over from a 10 o'clock offset from Vash.

Guy doesn't even look for me, doesn't say anythin 'bout my hair bein dyed brown, no hello for not havin seen each other. I swear I'm just meant to be a punchin bag for him.

 

[Tankie Sakoya]

The demon had placed himself near the center of the dirt ring. Hands pocketed in his loose tan pants, half closed eye lids allowed him to gaze at the beaming sun. His plain white t shirt seemed to glow in the light, the bright white light that seemed to shine off it was no match the pristine rays that reflected off the nodachi strapped to his back. He'd come to train, Heaven or Hell was coming up and the demon finally decided it was time to test his mettle against some of Gaia's best fighters. The competition had been going on for years, but the demon had always been involved in matters for more pressing than simple fighting tournament. A harsh breath would leave his mouth, small trickles of flames came from his nostrils. A symbol on the inner flame burning within him, it'd only be moment now. Before he would indulge in his favorite pastime, and he would do so without hesitation. He was out of practice, and there was a fair amount of rust on his game that needed to be sanded off. He hoped to remove the bulk of it in this one battle.  

[Vash Sengou]

"Tank, mah *****. Took you long enough. Whats popin." Vash had placed himself on the outer edge of the ring, halfway between the side entrance and legal bounds of battle. It didnt take much for his voice to carry across the lengths of the empty stadium. He came dressed in his normal battle attire. Black, button down, vest which seemed to shine as the sun reflected off of its golden embroidery along with his baggy, sometimes sagged jeans and black sneaks. He had left his bag of goodies within the stands themselves along with his sword but he made sure to bring along his trusted gauntlets. "You ready bro?"

[Shitty post I know.]  

[Tankie Sakoya]

(( Mine wasn't any better. ))

Amused by the choice of vocab from his comrade, a toothy grin would come to the surface. Molding his features, as his soon to be opponent spoke from across the arena. He'd choose not to respond, merely giving him a nod of acknowledgement. The deadly weapons he usually kept sheathed within his pants pockets would emerge. Hanging, resting at his side. Opening and closing preparing themselves for the trial that laid ahead, the soft cracking of his knuckles sounded almost rhythmically. His ears infiltrated by Vash's other question, his forehead wrinkled brows furrowing in confusion, he was taken back by his inquiry. Was he ready? Was he ready to do what he loved? What he had been traveling Gaia the past few weeks in relentless search for. Vash should've known, just by his being here what the answer was. However, as it seemed that was not the case, the intensity of his crimson hues that had now settled on the darkly clad foe would give him the answer he searched for.

Further examining the appearance of Vash, he was disappointed to see he'd decided not to use his blade in this confrontation. The blade at his back was used rarely, and finally given the freedom to do as it pleased; clashing with another blade, Vash would deny it of that desire. It didn't matter though, he had those gauntlets covering his fist. The usage of a sword would mean little as long as he had those on. It was at this point, the demon would casually begin to move foward the distance between he and his foe diminishing slowly "Yo, there's no need for pleasantries." He'd say his right arm moving the grasp the hilt of the nodachi at his back, the muscles in his arm trembled with anticipation. The steel blade released from it's sheath in an unnecessarily fancy manner, he allowed it's tips to trail in the sand. His approach was accompanied by the soft thud of his ever dirtying bandaged feet as they hit the ground, he was maybe eight yards away now.

It would come as no surprise to Vash, his casual approach was used as a means of closing the distance, Eliminating the need for an all out dash across the field, and as the demon continued his trek; he began considering what his first mode of attack would be, something that would give him a feeling for his opponent? No. He quickly shook these thoughts aside this was his first bout in ages, he wasn't going to spoil its beginning with a jab or some other bullshit. He wanted to go all out from the get go. "Man, it's been so long." The demon spoke again his deep voice carrying the same focus that was beginning to grip his entire being. His left foot digging into the dirt ground, it would be the catalyst that sent him forward, his feet thudding loudly against the sand as the distance between the two would be reduced to a mere six feet within moments.

His right hand gripped his blade tightly, the full length of the four foot long weapon was suddenly consumed by flame, lashing out along a horizontal path that aimed to slice through Vash's abdomen. The air behind it's trail briefly igniting into flames before being reduced to nothing. It's presence would be no easy thing to contend with, as whether or not the steel blade tasted blood for the first time in years, a crescent wave of fire would rocket forth hoping to mar Vash's flesh with severe burns. The main thing to note about this attack was not the flaming sword however, but the explosion of movement within his muscles that carried him towards Vash at extreme speeds. Allowing him to accelerate briefly at speeds nearing sixty miles per hour.  

[Vash Sengou]

Well. Talk about s**t getting real.... Real ******** hot. Vash would be lying to say that he expected anything less than his old friend but damn did he know how to start a party. The speed was impressive and he would be a fool not to note the fact that his body, without reinforcement, would not be able to take the collision of a blade aided by the forward drive of Tank's speed. So, he would do the next best thing. As Tank came in for the strike Vash would drop, turning his body to the left. Both hands would quickly rise in front of his face and close, fists balled as he gave a small hop at the last moment. The strike would be intercepted by the arm-bracer that was connected to his gauntlets. The force from the impact would throw him a few feet, seven to be exact, away from the original point of impact where he would quickly extend his legs and stand to full height again. "Come on. You have to do a bit better than that." The flames did little to bother Vash. His face has been well guarded by his hands and his gauntlets, due to the load they needed to carry, were quite resistant to high heat. His hands dropped slightly from his face to a more relaxed position, hands opened now to a half curled position while his feet were spread a mere two feet apart. It was the traditional american boxing stance he took as a soft whine, damn near inaudible whine emitted from his gauntlets. He had a feeling that he was going to regret leaving his sword in the stands soon but he'd find a way to get it to him if necessary.  

[Tankie Sakoya]

Whoo! What an exhilarating feeling, the sensation of combat. It was odd, but after traveling and lazing about for who knew how long at this point; he was finally beginning to feel like himself again. Excitement embraced lovingly him, adrenaline coursed freely throughout his body, and it took all the self control that was slowly slipping away to investigate the situation further. To discern a better means of attacking rather then recklessly embarking in chase after his prey, an action he would've taken in the past. The momentum from the horizontal swing carried his arms and the sword upward. To allot himself more control, his left hand moved to grip the hilt. Stopping it's movement near abruptly, with the blade perpendicular with the ground, it's tip pointed at the Heavens. His next action had been decided, but the demon would take a moment to process the taunt, Vash had thrown; he'd respond accordingly. Meanwhile, a smile would split his features, it's appearance molded by the feral desire for combat burning in his chest. His crimson hues seemed to glow as they settled on Vash, relaxing into his boxing stance. The audible crackling and sizzling of the burning air around the demon causing the soft hum emitting from Vash's gauntlets to go unnoticed.

"BRO, YOU ALREADY --!"

The demon, would cut his own sentence short, inhaling air readying his body for the next attack. His grip on his blade tightened once more, his veins bulging prominently along his brown skin briefly as the muscles in his arms contorted working in unison with his bones that would bring the blade down, along a path that would take it from Tankie's right shoulder down towards the ground near his left foot. His right leg had extended out about a foot an a half for his feet to stomp into the dirt before it, this action only allowed for Tank to increase the speed of his swing as well as the reach. Vash was was what, a good seven feet away? In all honestly, with the simple step forward he'd only be a bit out Tankie's range of attack; in fact, he may even be within it. Let's go over the math. The length of Tankie's arms were a good three feet in length, a little over average for his six foot height. His blade was at an even four; and he'd taken a foot an a half step forward. Math was never the authors strong subject, but that had be a good eight and half feet his current attack could strike, luckily for Vash though the nature of the attack would carry the tip of his blade just before his skin,

The only effect he'd see from the blade itself, could be a rip in his shirt or something like that. As slashing into his old friends flesh wasn't the goal this time around.

When the blade reach the end of it's journey flames blasted from the steel weapon, just before the feet of Vash. While his gauntlets and arm bracers manged to fend off the flames from attacking his torso, the simple jeans that protected his legs should do little in stopping the intense inferno from eating through the denim fabric and cooking the skin beneath. This wasn't the only variable Vash would have to account for though. The force of the flames being released from his nodachi would sweep up the sand and dirt that covered the ground. Flames super heating the grains of earth as they moved to engulf Vash's being and burn his flesh, and the thing about sand was it had a nasty little habit of getting everywhere. Which was the last thing Vash would want in it's amazingly hot state. Tankie didn't underestimate his foe though, he knew Vash was capable of avoiding the large bulk of his offensive display, but what he hoped his friend couldn't avoid, was the hot sand invading the possible nooks and crannies of his gauntlets. Hopefully their presence would mess with their mechanics enough to limit their usage.

The completion of this attack would allow air to freely flow from his mouth once more, and the air would come forming the completion of the response Tankie had began when his blade was still pointed to the sky. The exclamation was almost a roar, guttural in essence. Reflecting Tankie's true demon nature.  

[Vash Sengou]

Heh. Tank didn’t need coaxing to begin to escalate the battle up several notches and Vash was enjoying every second of it. A sly smile crept upon his face as Tank lifted his sword. He was similar to his partner yet different. He too yearned for combat, yet it was not for something as simple as idle battle. What he looked for was a challenge and today he knew that he would have one. Without reservation, Vash extended his right leg forward as he dipped low, lunging inward with a quick step forwards whilst simultaneously chambering his right arm at his side. At the end of the motion his body rose, his left hand elevating above his head. Within that breath of time he cut seven feet into a mere four feet between the two. His left gauntlet clad arm would intercept the sword within its downward arch, catching it at the lower extremities of the blade by means of the protection of the arm bracer that was attacked. This, along with the swift upward rise of his body, would give enough of an opposite reaction to slow and stop the blade. The flames that erupted upon the gauntlets surface did little to bother Vash. His arm acted like that of an umbrella to the fiery hell that rained upon him from the sword and fanned the flames away from him enough for it only to be a mere discomfort. Almost within the exact same breath as the guard happened, his right arm would take action of its own. Muscles tightened as he twisted his upper half, pushing the blade off to his immediate left while thrusting his fist forward. Now despite closing the distance there was no chance for his fist to make actual contact. He would be physically out of range… but not metaphysically. The fist would never connect with Tank but it would feel like something did in fact hit him. Within that brief moment Vash had gathered molecules of water in its gaseous form around his fist. As he extended it the molecules moved forward. These molecules would create a gust of wind localized around the epicenter of his fist. The strike would do little to Tank if anything at all. More than likely it would merely push him backwards several feet.  

[Tankie Sakoya]

The sound of clashing metals filled his ears, echoing throughout his body further fueling his desire for combat. The fight had only advanced into the first few exchanges, and had Tank's human half not been there keeping the demon at bay, he would have without a doubt lost himself to the primal lust for battle. This sensation, two wills clashing to overcome the other; it was like ecstasy for the demon. He loved to fight as a youth but he could never once recall these feral emotions wrecking such havoc on his psyche as they did now, his crimson hues would glow again, brighter and more intense then before. A piercing and powerful battle cry escaping from his lungs, filling the arena and echoing off it's walls.

"RAAAARGH!!!"

His hands gripped his blade, his retracting arms and flickering muscles pulling the blade back towards the demon. Sliding against the gauntlet that protected Vash's hands. Their resistance to heat had already been clarified, but how strong was it's cutting strength? It was likely more then enough to withstand the sharp edge of Tank's bade trying to carve a gouge in it's surface, but aided by the augmentations of his flames increasing the blades cutting prowess; his left gauntlet was unlikely to go completely unscathed. The best thing about this action, was that when Vash would twist his hips in a attempt to deflect Tank and his blade in another direction. Only the end near the tip of the metal weapon would feel the the force of Vash trying to reflect elsewhere. By tensing the muscles in arms and leg, allowing him more control of the situation,Tank was easily able to stop this from happening. Meanwhile, his left leg would have stepped forward and to the right, Tankie's back now at a near ninety degree angle with Vash's front. This simple maneuver allowing the blast of air that exploded from Vash's fist to coast across Tankie's back. Blasting around he fabric that was there. One disadvantage of the move was the current positioning would disallow Tank to strike out at his opponent with his blade. He'd have to do some insane acrobatics to pull that off, but he did have some other options. Other than striking out with one of his own natural extremities, he hoped he could use the bottom of his hilt to inflict some blunt force trauma. Positioning his hands accordingly, his hips twisting to the demon's left his arms following behind, he aimed to have the hilt of his sword inflict mayhem on Vash's ribcage.

And as with all the attacks the demon had displayed thus far, flames would accompany the attack to cause further pain. However whether the attack hit or not the demon wold have to react quickly as the material that composed his hilt was not fabricated to withstand the intense heat that the flames enveloping it generated.

(( Sorry for the wait, and the quality as well. It's harder for me to find time to post during the weekdays.

Edited to fix some typos. emotion_eyebrow ))