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Herp, derp, herp.

Michael had been sitting in the crowd for quite sometime, enjoying the screaming of everyone that had shuffled into the large stadium. Just for the amusement of watching two people brawl it out, until neither of them could stand no more. Once his name was announced, he calmly rose from his seat, and breezed his right hand through his hair. Swaying through it, then returning it down toward his side, and eventually making his way down through the crowd. Which seemed like it couldn't possibly end. Once he reached the bottom of the decent, he placed his left hand firmly on the edge, and pushed himself up. Hopping over it, and landing with perfect precision.

Once everyone realized that he was a participant, they went crazed with cheering, arising from their seating arrangement, and hollering. Waving around, and making their intention rather noticeable. Michael had turned around in his walking, and gave them a friendly wave. Even blowing a kiss toward any lucky lady that caught his attention. One person, however, caught his attention more then anyone. That was a vendor, this guy was selling food, and something even more valuable then food. Grapple! Cupping his hand over his mouth, Michael began shouting at this poor man, basically demanding that he should receive that tasty, delicious drink, for free. "Here!" Random vendor shouted back, and tossed him the drink through the air. Propelling toward Michael, and he simply extended his right hand. Bending down slightly, and catching it right before it hit the ground.

Unscrewing the cap, and turning his back once more toward the crowd of people. Michael made his way toward the center of the stage, and the spot light hit him. Soon, a microphone dropped from above, and slowly went down toward him. Once it reached him, Michael took hold of the microphone with his left hand, and brought it toward his mouth. "I have a quick announcement, before this event shall start, and that is..." Michael began speaking, but then paused in his dialogue. Letting the microphone go for a brief second, and letting it hang before him. Reaching down with his left hand, he untwisted the cap on the drink, and then tossed it aside. Bringing the drink toward his mouth, he took a quick swig of it, and then swallowed. Reaching for the microphone once more, and clearing his throat.

"If you don't drink Grapple... Then... ******** YOU!" Michael began speaking into the contraption once more. Letting his voice echo across the stadium, and be heard. From here, Michael dropped the drink, and kicked at it with his right leg. Aimed for a dropkick, and that kick hit right on target. Booting the drink up into the air, even further, and making it crash down hard upon the ground. Spilling all of the precious liquid upon the ground, and sending the already cheering people... Into a more crazed chant. Making them hoop, and holler even further. Michael could make one hell of an entrance, or at least, he tried. Apparently he caught the attention of almost all of them, and that was his goal. Now, Michael waited for his opponent, and let the microphone slip back up from whence it came.

"What the... ********... is that guy... wearing?" Michael questioned, staring across the arena, and watching as his opponent strolled on out. Whom was heavily armored, and was a lot bigger then Michael. Armor couldn't possibly stop what Michael was packing, but there was usually that slight chance, that it could. And that scared the crap out of him. There was nothing worse then being matched against someone, that could take everything you dished out, and force feed it back. Once his opponent came closer, Michael observed him, almost jotting down a note every once in awhile in his head, taking note of everything in front of him. Checking for any weak point, and or injury. Which neither could easily be found, especially since this guy carried himself so lightly, as if he wasn't weighed down by that tremendous armor. And apparently, a giant weapon.

Vince had unsheathed that monster of a blade, and wielded it without any hesitation, or trouble. Aiming it down toward the ground, and then motioning Michael toward him. Like he would bum rush the guy, that was just stupid, and would probably get him killed. Depending on how easily Vince could swing that sword around, it would be pretty easy to pick him apart, and wear him down. That idea came, and went. Straight out the window. Michael took notice of what seemed like, some kind of magic, this guy obviously wasn't your normal, "tough guy". In fact, he was packing something a lot more then just a sword, and probably wasn't human whatsoever.

This wouldn't stop Michael from attacking the monster of a man in front of him, no, but it would stop him from making a dire mistake. Instead of charging him, Michael remained in place, and let the full effect of his mutation kick in. Soon, his entire right arm made what seemed like a popping noise, and made it shake violently. This was the exploding of a pus pocket located somewhere in his very arm. Sending what laid underneath his flesh out, and exposing it. Skin busted with black bone, blood, bile, and pus shot from the wound. One single bone unhinged in his arm, and propelled through his arm. Pushing what looked like, a jagged piece of bone, through his fist. Directly down the middle of his fist. Michael planned on using this, as a basic weapon, and it resembled that of a Katar. Michael then would take a step back, and prepare for Vince's possible incoming attack.

Let's get it on.

Michael took off running, hauling across the arena, and closing the distance between the two of them. Michael thought that Vince being distracted was the perfect opportunity for an attack. Which caused a chain reaction of offensive behavior. As soon as Vince had reached for his face, Michael weaved, and swung his right arm. Swinging his weapon toward his wrist, and hopefully penetrating the armor that protected his entire hand. If this bone even penetrated his skin in the slightest, it would cause a chain reaction of mutation. Making that bone multiply, and spread through his entire arm. Breaking through the armor, via black bone, spiking through it.

After Michael had swung, and thought that it came in contact... A juke was performed. Michael spun completely off toward the right, hopefully, avoiding any counter attack Vince had preformed. After that juke was preformed, Michael aimed for another attack. Pushing his right hand(and blade), toward Vince's right side(side of center mass). But what took place as he was thrusting toward Vince, was another popping sound, more pus propelled the blade further, extending it, and forcing Michael to only push his hand toward him. Ever, so slightly. If it came in contact with Vince's side, well, the same effect would happen as it possibly would with his wrist.

Michael kind of assumed something like this would happen, Vince wasn't dumb after all, but there was something Michael could do about this, and he worked it through his head before he decided on charging him. Using his peripheral vision, Michael caught sight of this attacking foot, and acted upon it. If there was anything Michael had learned in experience on Gaia, it was adaptation, adapting with everyone's fighting technique, and using it for your own advantage.

Michael stepped into the attack, and lowered his body slightly. From here, Michael would throw each arm out, and wrap around underneath his knee cap. Michael's blade would instantly pull itself back inside of his arm, due to the brain working on how this would work out, and the risk of cutting himself was too strong. This next movement, was extremely risky, but it had to be done. Michael pushed his shoulder, and drove it into Vince's body. Spiking himself was a risk he was going to take. But any spike that entered his body, was met by hard, black, bone. That coated Michael's entire anatomy(underneath the skin). Protecting him from death in this case.

Feeling his skin being penetrated, caused his entire body to react to the attack. Exploding more pus pockets inside of his body, and forcing Michael's body to act like a puffer-fish. Michael's own spikes busted from his body, everywhere, and probably turned Vince into a pincushion. Piercing through his armor, and maybe even skin. This wasn't all Michael did though, he also put his front leg in between Vince's legs, and aimed to sweep out his back foot.

Over all, Michael shoulder checked him, hopefully tripped him, and sent him toward the ground. Plus all of the spiking, it was quite the deadly counter attack.

Micheal set his hips, placing his right foot over his opponents left leg and against his opponents ribs and posted his body, basically 'taking a knee' over the dragon, and then in one clean motion wrapped his right arm like a hug at the elbow of the dragon man's arm, he then took his left arm and wrapped it around the wrist in the same motion.

In a span of under two seconds he stepped out with his left foot past his opponents legs since he raised no guard to stop this and immediately slid his forward right leg over his opponents face and his back left against his opponents collar bone and Micheal fell to his own back, taking the arm with him choke or otherwise.

He would extend his hips in one clean motion and pull down on the arm while twisting it slightly to the left, the ligaments in the shoulder likely becoming putty instantly. Worse off? Spikes shot from the body, and would more then likely destroy the thing he held onto so dearly.

As the dragon man turned to his knees Micheal knew what was coming, and he reacted completely accordingly. Taking his left leg which was against the collar bone he pressed with his ankle and slid the leg over the far shoulder, or the right shoulder in this case and then turned his left foot toward the left shoulder and then took his right foot which was over the dragons face and pressed slide it off and under his opponents left arm and hooked his left foot under his right knee.

A triangle choke armbar, with the arm still fully extended.

As his opponent raised Micheal retracted his spikes and took his left arm and grabbed his opponent by the back of the head as they went skyward, 'sitting' up on him and pushing the head down locking the blood choke in deeper while at the same time pressing his own upper body against the top of his opponents head and face. It took roughly thirty seconds on a human for a blood choke like a triangle to finish a fight.

None of that mattered though. As Micheal felt wind at his back from the slam he did what any man with spikes would do, he released them. Spike meet skull. Micheal would hit the floor back first, not head first and would have the wind knocked out of him. But he didn't let go of the triangle, and he sure as hell didn't let go of his opponents head with his hand as the spikes would likely bore into his opponents skull.