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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:10 pm
 VS.
 Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen. Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet. Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd. Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 16th. That means when it becomes Jun 17th, fights are over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 5:17 am
What a beautiful morning it had been. The dew had been light the night before, and the lush grass around the facility had made a perfect seat for meditation and reflection. Drejak's mind had been far, far away since the end of the ball. He had been detatching himself as much as possible from the hussle and bussle of the humanized world.
The place disgusted him. These creatures had managed to mar and de-... His mind was no longer there. It was here, in the midst of this morning. There was no longer any thought in his mind beyond this day, save one.
His mate would be watching. He wouldn't let her down.
With a deep intake of breath, Drejak's wolf-like paw at the end of his digitigrade canine leg set itself firmly upon the arena floor, and would be followed, and then led, by his other foot. The stone surface beneath his feet was cool and firm. The noise of the crowd was somehow dulled down, down here. Or at least it seemed that way.
Perhaps it was his anticipation that caused him to drown out the cheers. Most likely, it was the pounding of his bestial heart as it raced and beat a rapid but steady rhythm in his chest. His entire body trembled with excitement. The ripple effect this tremble carried would be made visible by the shifting of the garnet-colored fur that covered his body from head to toe.
His fingers flexed. Those of his left hand clenched into a fist that nearly dug his one-inch claws into his palm. Those of his right hand tightened their grip around the shaft of his six-foot weapon. Long, slender, and dangerously beautiful in its design, Drejak's staff was held by his side in a half-length grip. The mineral composition of the five pound stone weapon glinted in the sun's light, displaying a vast array of mineral colors. Overall, the weapon would seem a deep, polished brown.
His eyes traveled from one side of the arena to the next. Well, the circular structure didn't really have sides, but Drejak's head still turned from left to right as he examined the ring of combat. He didn't see his opponent yet, and as such, he took the opportunity to walk a straight line through the center of the ring. Every other step would be a mental note to the wolf-anthropomorph, and the distinct "tnk" of his staff's blunt end making contact with the floor would accompany the step as he used the weapon like a walking stick.
By the time he reached the other side, he would relinquish a heavy sigh and turn around to face the entrance he had come through. Not sure which entrance his opponent would use, Drejak made his way around the outside of the circle, until he was at the point of the curve that would run straight through the middle of the entrances, should you cut a straight line through the circle in the direction he was looking. It would have been better for him to stand at the center of the ring, but he felt he should stand away from the doors, to offer as much of the same courtesy of familiarizing yourself with the arena to his opponent that he had had.
With little else to do, for the moment, Drejak sat down and crossed his legs, indian-style. He set his staff on the floor, and it would remain just below his right hand as he settled each wrist to relax on its respective knee. Here, with his wolfen ears perked atop his head, awake and alert, he would wait. His thick tail would rest on the cool stone, and his chest would expand and retract slowly. Each expansion would distort the dark green markings dyed into the fur of his exposed body. This would all be visible, after all, because Drejak wore nothing more than a loin cloth around his waist, and a bone-laden cord around his neck. His calm and collected gaze would focus on the ring's center as he entered a nearly statue-esque state of being.
It wouldn't matter how long he had to wait. He had all day.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:06 pm
~~Sephiroth~~
Sephiroth stood outside of the arena. His mind on one thing. Winning. That was his only goal for today. Winning was something he would achieve today. Why? Because that was the only way he would move on to the next opponent. As he stood out there, his mind began to concentrate on why he was here. An arena filled with many people and spectators was not the reason. He would rather do without. The crowd could make a distraction if one let it. But, Sephiroth would not let it get to him. He was used to this kind of stuff. Where he was from he was known as the greatest and mightiest fighter alive. He had all the fame and fortune there. He was a hero there. But, that was also a reason why he came here. He wanted to find out the strengths of fighters outside of his world. Questions ran through his mind. Would his opponent be able to answer the questions that ran through his mind? Sephiroth certainly hoped he would. But, he he could not, all the more reason to continue to continue on. Sephiroth snapped out his train of thought and walked inside the arena.
Sephiroth walked out of the door that let him stand right in front of his opponent. His green cat-like eyes locked onto his opponent, who, had apparently made it before him and was sitting down with his legs Indian crossed.
The silver haired male examined his canine opponent. He was fighting against an animal who had been blessed with the ability to be human or whatever else that went with it. Despite all that, he made sure not to underestimate his beast looking opponent. He also gave a quick glance at his staff. It was long, but not longer than his sword, the Masamune, which was seven feet in length. His sword was one foot longer than his staff, which meant he had something over him. The longer reach.
'' Quite the appearance. I hope you fight as beastly as you look ''.
With that, Sephiroth was ready. He drew his seven foot katana and took up his fighting stance. His legs were spread apart and and the blade was held with both hands on the grip. The blade was pointed right at the other and Sephiroth still was wearing his smile. The battle was about to start. And the Legendary Warrior was ready to strike.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:46 pm
Drejak's eyes had locked onto the silver-haired swordsman as soon as he set foot on the arena floor. Deep within his mind, something clicked as Drejak realized the man before him wasn't as feminine as he had looked in the picture. He did observe that the man was tall and lithe, and the sword he openly carried was a bit longer than his staff.
Drejak did not move as the man he now knew to be Sephiroth closed the distance between them, and stood before him. In order to lock his vision with those cat-like orbs, Drejak straightened his posture and turned his eyes upward.
''Quite the appearance. I hope you fight as beastly as you look.''
The man spoke to him. It was two sentences, and nothing more. There was almost no detectable hostility in this man's voice, and the shaman observed as Sephiroth drew himself into a battle-ready posture. He had yet to strike, and Drejak felt that Sephiroth deserved a mark of honor for not trying to get a cheap shot in. Maybe there was something to these contenders, after all.
"I could say the same for you," Drejak replied, and then added, "You're much more impressive in person."
A nose is a sensitive thing, especially amongst canines. Drejak's was no exception. He inhaled deeply as he began to rise. He first shifted to his right knee, and lifted his staff with the same hand. He pushed up with his left foot, and stood before Sephiroth, just a little taller than the swordsman. Drejak stood at 6'4", and (from reading) Sephiroth was 6'1". They were nearly the same age, Drejak had noted, as well as discovering that they weighed almost the same. It was amazing the general information you could find on your opponent when you looked in the right places. He exhaled as he prepared himself. Sephiroth's scent was now imprinted on his olfactory glands. His voice had been memorized by Drejak's sensitive ears. His appearance, well, there wasn't really any reason to memorize that, for now.
As Drejak's left hand took hold of his staff ahead of his right hand, leaving just over a foot of space between his hands, his right foot slid backwards a half-stride. He steadied himself, and as he looked his opponent over, thought a little more about their similarities.
Height, weight, age, the reach of their weapons... He wondered if perhaps their assigned bout was more than just coincidence. Leave it to the judges to try and make on-par match-ups for the first round fights. Then again, maybe it was all just luck. Luck, what a funny concept that was. Ah well, moving on.
Drejak was prepared, and poised to strike, just as his opponent was. He would hold respect for this man, as he always held for his opponents in battle. Since Sephiroth had made him wait for the start of this fight, Drejak would pass the honor of committing to the first strike to his opponent. The gesture that would symbolize this was a simple nod of his wolf-like head.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:26 am
~~Sephiroth~~
Sephiroth looked at Drejak as he gave the nod. The swordsman knew what that meant. It was time. As the animal-looking human got himself ready for battle, Sephiroth could not help but smile. This was interesting indeed. Of all the wars he fought, never had he encountered anyone like this. Well, maybe one or two. But, the point was, this was not common.
Now, off his face and to the tale of the tape. This fighter had a lot of things in common with him. They were almost the same height. Almost. The guy had him about three inches. They were almost the same age. Sephiroth and Drejak weighed almost the same. That was good. Especially in battle. Knowing that your opponent was just like you or you was just like him. In this case, it was the latter. His opponent was a little bigger than him but Sephiroth had the greater reach. He would just have to find a strategy and use some range involving tactics to ensure that he would have the advantage. After all, he did have to win, regardless of the respect the two had for each other. Sephiroth finally came up with his answer. He would have to use his sword. After all, that was the only thing that he had an advantage with. He would have to be careful though, a cut too fatal would get him disqualified. And he did not want that.
Sephiroth decided that he was ready to strike. With his hands gripping the hilt of the long katana, he inched his way toward his opponent. Right foot followed by left foot. Each step taking him closer to his opponent. His cat-like eyes staying focused on the beast. Never looking elsewhere. He finally stopped when the tip of his sword was three feet from his opponent. He then skipped forward to close the gap between Drejac and the blade and afterwards, raised both his hands up so the sword was pointed upwards. He then brought his hands down with force and the sword came down towards the animal.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 11:04 am
And with Sephiroth's advance, their fight began.
Drejak's eyes followed the general motion of his opponent's body. There was something that bothered him, and he was beginning to notice it was a very constant trait amongst swordsmen. They had this very skittish habit of inching towards an opponent they were uncertain of. Regardless of how much their habits frustrated him, the action helped Drejak understand them better.
Now, to deal with this specific sword-swinger, Sephiroth.
As Drejak had been watching him, oh so intently, and having taken in the details of his seemingly leather attire and the placement of his shoulder armor, the skip that came before the sword swing would not go unnoticed. That simple motion that lead into what were generally incredibly powerful downward slashes spoke volumes, and Drejak listened.
He had several options, but one stood out in his mind. Rather than block the strike as most might have done, Drejak opted to capitalize on Sephiroth's opening maneuver. The actions came swiflty and brutally, the first step of which began just as Sephiroth's arms would enter the motion of the downswing, giving Drejak every last available moment to confirm that was indeed the attack that was coming. The vicious intent might help reveal to Sephiroth some of that bestial fury he had been looking for.
Drejak executed two things simultaneously. First, his right hand released its grip on his staff, and with his left hand, he brought the weapon around and planted what had been its rear blunt end against the ground as he stepped just slightly outside(to Drejak's right, Sephiroth's left) and far forward of the impact point of the staff, with his left foot, which put his weight on his left leg and extended his right leg. This step, and Sephiroth's forward skip before the swing, would put Drejak well inside the blade's reach.
The purpose of this step was to displace his body from the sword's falling trajectory, and place the staff, which was braced firmly between the ground and the strong grip of Drejak's clawed hand, as a vertical barrier against a potential follow-up horizontal strike.
Now came the attempt at a counterattack.
As Sephiroth's body would recover from the end of the skip, and the swing was avoided, Drejak pivoted his weight on his left foot, and using his planted left foot and the ability of his staff to spin against the ground without shifting due to its flat tip, he would swing the entirety of his body forward, leading with his right side. His right arm, the hand of which was empty, would extend and carry the momentum of his body. His right foot would plant, and the knee would bend, extending his reach as far as he could and letting as much momentum transfer as possible without moving the staff from its defensive position or moving his left foot.
Drejak's left arm wouldn't extend completely, and thus would allow him to keep the staff held rigidly. Had he extended his left arm and let the guard the staff provided fall, he probably could have gotten a few more inches of reach, but he wouldn't need it.
Drejak's goal? To gouge the inch long claws of his right hand into the upper muscles of Sephiroth's left arm, below his shoulder armor, as Sephiroth landed or recoiled from the swing of his sword, and at the same time defend his wolf-like self from a follow-up strike. Should Drejak succeed, he would then bend his fingers and rake the claws down and through Sephiroth's arm in order to shred and tear as much muscle tissue as possible. If Drejak felt the muscles tearing under his claws, he would make sure to render the arm as close to useless as possible.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:39 pm
~~Sephiroth~~
Sephiroth's downward slash was evaded. Drejac moved to the right and then began to try and get to his arm. The hand that held his blade with the most efficiency. He couldn't let that happen. His mind began to conjure up ways to avoid this claw. It was coming and it was coming fast. Sephiroth had to move quick if he wanted to avoid the quick attack. Just as Drejac began to extend his claw, Sephiroth quickly moved backwards so that the claw would end up in front of him.
The silver haired male lost his smile as the battle was beginning to get very serious. Sephiroth saw that the hand that was meant to mess up his arm was extended in front of him. So he made a quick slash upward to cut the extended hand. Sephiroth was an intelligent being who was known for his combat so this little sidestep and attack from the side was easy to counter. But, Sephiroth had to give him credit, the beast-like human was making this fun quicker than he had thought.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 1:39 pm
Drejak's claws found the air, and he snarled as he watched Sephiroth take a step back from him. He could see the blade coming back into view, and watched as the swordsman's hands were rolling over to bring the blade in an upward slash for his fur-covered right arm. However, it seemed Sephiroth had forgotten a small detail.
Drejak's staff was still acting as a vertical barrier on his left side, with his grip secured about five feet up from the grounded end and roughly a foot of the staff jutting into the air above his hand. Drejak sprung forward by pushing off with his right leg as Sephiroth's swing started. His left paw would almost drag against the tile. This hop was so low and so quick that it would seem more like a rapid and elongated step forward, but since the majority of Drejak's weight had been shifted to his right foot to distribute his momentum in the previous attack, it would serve its purpose. This hop brought Drejak back within an extended arm's reach of Sephiroth's arms, and since Drejak's posture hardly changed as he performed this lunge, it was very easy to nearly instantly resolidify the defense that the staff provided. His feet would settle and disperse his weight just as the sword, which would have to cut in a diagonal pattern, rising from Drejak's left to his right in order to try to cut his right arm, would slam against the staff with a resounding metallic clamor.
As Drejak brought his body forward with his ears laid back against his head, and managed to keep himself within arm's reach of his opponent, his clawed hand shot downward from its extended posture to clutch for Sephiroth's left wrist almost simultaneously with the weapons' introduction to each other.
With Sephiroth's body recoiling from the block against his sword, Drejak's fingers would almost certainly curl around the swordsman's wrist. If they did, Sephiroth would find out exactly what it felt like to have the ligaments and muscles therein run through a shredder as Drejak dug his claws in hard and pulled against flesh and clothing alike. He didn't care what he punctured, ripped, or mangled. His goal was to destroy his opponent's strong hand/arm, and stay within the effective range of that seven foot blade where his teeth and claws and physical size would give him the edge by keeping his grasp on his opponent's wrist, should he acquire it.
Drejak's fangs were barred, and his demeanor had changed entirely in a matter of moments from that peaceful, collected, and elegant wolf meditating in the sun, to a vicious and calculating killing machine.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 1:24 pm
~~Sephiroth~~
The silver haired swordsman growled as the animal's paw claws sunk into his wrist. The animal began to tear into his left hand where his blade was. This fight had went from civilized to a bloody fight. The swordsman was getting what he asked for though. It seemed that Drejac's animal instincts were kicking in. Sephiroth had to do something if he was to keep his hand. Instead of yelling and screaming like any normal person would have done, he kept his composure. He began thinking of ways that could get this savage off his arm.
Sephiroth knew that Drejac wanted to take out his best hand. He had prepared for this very carefully before the move was even made. A smile formed again as Sephiroth took his right hand, his free hand, balded it into a fist, and began to punch the beast in the face. Normally, he wouldn't do something like that but if he wanted to save what was left of his hand, he would have to do this. As strong right hands began to hit the beast's face, he began to move his left hand around in order to move the claws from his hand. Should he successfully get his left hand free, he would leap back and give him one last right hand punch that would send the beast stumbling back with his jaw in aching pain.
'' Going for my left hand huh. Well, you better try something else if you think you can win by taking out the hand that I favor most ''.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:31 pm
Blood! Drejak could smell the metallic scent fill the air. He'd done it. He'd captured Sephiroth's wrist, and he had no intention of letting go. Drejak didn't have super strength, but he was by no means feeble. His lift capacity was around 400 lbs, and his grip, with his claws dug in as they were, would be like a vice. Even if Sephiroth managed to separate them, now, that left hand was most likely done for.
Drejak's posture hadn't given him the best balance in the world. After all he'd had to stretch his stance pretty wide to even attempt this grab, but his tail was helping steady him. And he expected a counterattack. Something to prevent the smaller man from having a wolfen monstrosity clamped onto his arm. Drejak hadn't expected to get punched in the face, though. He ate it. That first right fist hit hard, and slammed Drejak's canine maw to the side. Drejak's left hand didn't budge, but the rest of his body adjusted. If anything, the slight shift of his weight put more pressure on the wrist, which was already being torqued against the handle of the sword. Drejak's right foot slid out slightly to brace him, and increased the distance Sephiroth's second punch would have to cover, just slightly.
Drejak would eat the second punch, too, but not to Sephiroth's liking. Drejak expected another punch to come. After all, he hadn't let go, yet. The difference with the reception of this second blow would be the position of Drejak's muzzle as he turned his head back to face Sepiroth. Instead of slamming into the side of his face, or the tip of his nose, Sephiroth's knuckles would meet the tips of Drejak's many fangs, because when the red wolf turned his head back around, his mouth was open wide. It would be easy for the man's fist to fit amongst the fangs, and of course Drejak would be in pain, too, but Sephiroth would end up risking the loss of both his hands as Drejak's fangs sank into his flesh and clamped that fist in his jaws.
Sephiroth would be lucky, in this instance, because Drejak was biting down onto a fairly rounded object, instead of a forearm or something more linear. The 1000lb psi bite pressure Drejak's maw carried wouldn't reach its full potential since he had so little space to actually close his mouth.
None the less, Drejak was literally, eating his punch. His fangs would dig into flesh through the material covering Sephiroth's body. Blood would spurt from the punctures. And if Sephiroth tried to pull his hand back, he would probably lose a chunk of flesh.
At least, that's how Drejak figured it would go down. Then again, his only long teeth were his four canines, two on top and two on bottom. His other teeth were fairly short, and might not penetrate the leatherish garment at all. Regardless, both of Sephiroth's hands were now at risk.
The taste of blood wasn't something Drejak was necessarily fond of. He really didn't have much choice, though. His training was screaming at him to get this fight over with as quickly as possible, and his instincts were forcing him to fight with everything he had. He was here in the tournament to fight and put his skills to the test, but regardless of how the situation looked now, Drejak knew that if he didn't take everything he could get right here, right now, he wouldn't get another chance.
He was at a disadvantage in range and probably mobility, seeing as how he was heavier. He was also a bigger target, and his weapon was no where near as dangerous in consideration of glancing blows. Sephiroth's sword could cut, regardless of how hard it was swung. His staff required force to deal any decent damage, so a glancing blow was probably a wasted strike.
Drejak was within his opponent's range, with his staff held to keep the sword at bay should he lose his grip on the wrist. He was doing his best to wreak havoc on both hands, because that was the best way he could see to debilitate the silver-haired swordsman and ensure victory.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:47 pm
Shadow had been watching from one of the front rows since before Drejak had even arrived. The events at the ball had her distracted up until a new scent caught on the wind, snapping her into focus. Her amber eyes flickered straight to her mate's opponent, a tall man with silver hair. She stifled a low growl in her chest as she watched patiently.
Shadow had every faith in Drejak but couldn't help but let out a small whimper as she watched him eat his opponents punch. She stood from her seat and gripped tightly onto the bar separating the audience from the fighters, not even realizing she had done so as her eyes were glue to the pair.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:14 pm
 And the crowd goes wild! "Drejak-Drejak-Drejak! Drejak-Drejak-Drejak! Drejak-Drejak-Drejak!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 6:40 pm
~~Sephiroth~~
He ate his fist. Literally. Sephiroth watched as the seemingly honorable Drejac turned into a human eating animal. Well, there was not chewing of the flesh, just biting, but still, it resembled that the first part of him that he showed was an act. Sephiroth wasn't surprised though, he had seen that many times before. But what did catch him off guard was the fact that his opponent actually put his hand in his mouth. Sephiroth was starting to get angry now. His smile had long disappeared before this and it probably was not coming back. He knew what he had to do now.
Sephiroth did not try to pull his hand out. He knew that it would do more harm than good. That would just mean that he would lose his hand. And he did not want that. Instead, Sephiroth began to push his hand inside the beast mouth. Since he did not have a good hold since his teeth was short where his hand was located, his hand would easily go through. Spehiroth pushed his hand towards the end to of his mouth. He was intending to choke him if he did not let go. So there was only one thing left for Drejac to do. Let go or die.
Sephiroth was going to get out of this one way or another. He just had too. The silver haired warrior dropped his sword because that staff was keeping it and his hand would not move if he did not let go. The sword dropped and the staff had no force opposing it so the staff went forward but was useless and did not do anything. Sephiroth would bald his left hand in a fist and throw a mean body blow with the claws inside him hoping to knock some wind out of him while his hand was inside. Sephiroth's instinct to kill was beginning to kick in little by little. The fight was turning into something of survival.
Sephiroth's cat like pupils looked into the Drejac's eyes. He left them there. Hat was being shown in the warriors eyes. The beast would not like what he would see if he looked into Sephiroth's eyes. Hate, despair, and terror was all present.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 10:48 pm
If Sephiroth's instinct to kill was going to kick in, it should have done so a while ago. Drejak's had been triggered the moment the swordsman had set foot in the arena. But that's neither here nor there. The problem at hand is a bit more complex than Sephiroth seems to have gathered.
Drejak's maw had caught Sephiroth's fist head-on, because he had turned to directly face it. The way Drejak had bitten down was the only thing that had saved Sephiroth's arm in the first place, because if it hadn't been caught head on, Drejak's jaws would have clamped down on his oppnent's forearm instead as the fist would have passed through his open jaws or grazed his muzzle. Just to revisit positioning and cause for such.
So, as Sephiroth's fist proceeded to push into Drejak's mouth against the sharp fangs that had already managed to puncture into the man's skin, sure he might start to choke Drejak, but it would be a while before he managed to get his hand past those fangs that were already dug into his flesh. It would be an even longer expanse of time before the threat of death came over the horizon. Sephiroth could push farther, but Drejak could also bite down harder. Which he did as he felt the man pushing his fist forward. The result of this additional pressure would be Drejak's longer canines being forced against the material and into Sephiroth's hand even more than when he had originally bitten down. At best, Sephiroth might get Drejak's head to shift backwards and put him slightly off balance, but his hand would be a mess afterwards. If he got it back. There was very little chance of this choke attempt actually fruiting anything more than Sephiroth damaging his hand and possibly his forearm even more than he would have to begin with. The maneuver Sephiroth was attempting worked against snakes, whose fangs were hinged and rested folded backwards against the roof of the mouth. Against animals with sharp, stationary teeth... well, not so much.
As Drejak clenched his jaw around the intrusive and soon to be demolished fist, his ears picked up the sound of metal clattering against tile. Though he couldn't look down as he stared unblinkingly into Sephiroth's hate-filled eyes, his senses registered for him that Sephiroth had dropped his weapon and was now trying to move his arm to throw a punch, even though Drejak's claws were dug into Sephiroth's flesh and tearing his muscles apart with every additional strain put against them. Drejak had to give this guy credit for being gutsy and resilient. No way could he deny that.
As for the punch... well, considering that Sephiroth's wrist had been caught while in the midst of swinging his sword diagonally upward from Drejak's left to right, Sephiroth's palm would be facing down. The inside of his wrist, which Drejak's claws were embedded within, would also be facing downward. So, in order for Sephiroth to even manifest a body-shot punch(assuming an uppercut of sorts) in this position, he would have to overpower Drejak's hold and play against the fact that Drejak's right arm was the one holding his wrist. The punch would carry through due to Drejak's arm bending outward at the elbow, but Drejak's strength and the fact that he was still applying resistance to that arm would slow it down a bit. Indeed it would hurt, but it wouldn't take Drejak's breath or shake his grip. As a result, it would actually cause Drejak's mouth to clench just a little more tightly and force a groan of pain from his bestial chest. Drejak's right arm would then counteract the new positioning of Sephiroth's fist. Drejak would turn his elbow out and force his own fist in and down towards his own left-side hip. The fist would still be holding Sephiroth's wrist, and Drejak would lock his arm at the elbow and square his stance with his toes now pointing towards Sephiroth, instead of past him. Drejak's upper body shifted just slightly, turning to his left, in order to put a little more of his weight against Sephiroth's torqued left arm and keep it locked there.
Now, with attention to Drejak's staff falling forward, there would be no such happening. The shaman hadn't applied pressure against Sephiroth's sword at any point in his movements or defenses. The staff was braced against the ground and held securely by Drejak's left hand, which was applying downward pressure, not forward or sideways. So, the staff had served its purpose as a defensive barrier, and would remain firmly in Drejak's grasp, a couple feet back from Sephiroth's now body-crossing right arm. With Sephiroth having dropped his sword, and the bladed weapon no longer posing a threat, Drejak was free to utilize the staff offensively.
Since Drejak had been holding the staff back towards his planted left foot and with his grip high up on the weapon itself, and given Sephiroth's position with his right fist in Drejak's mouth and all, there was little to stop Drejak's assault with the blunt end of the staff that protruded about a foot above his fist. Drejak would guide the top of the staff downward until it was at about a fort-five degree angle from the floor, and then bring it surging forward to slip under Sephiroth's right arm and slam into the swordsman's sternum. The lower end of the staff would slide smoothly against the tiled arena floor with a slight grating sound, but that would be drowned out by the continuous "WHMP! WHMP! WHMP!" of the stone weapon slamming against Sephiroth's sternum, ribs, and general upper body and chest region again, and again, and again as Drejak held him locked in this devastating embrace of tooth, nail, and strength.
You wanna talk about losing breath? Sephiroth wouldn't have any left in his lungs by the time Drejak was finished. If Sephiroth didn't pull a trump card out of his sleeve to go with his poker face, or quit while he could still talk, he was gonna end up in the infirmary having his ribs realigned like a set of old car tires. Drejak knew he was open in a couple of scenarios, but he had the offensive, had his opponent pretty much disarmed and locked down from his perspective, and knew that if Sephiroth somehow managed to overpower him and escape, the swordsman was pretty much ruined anyway; what with his gashed and chomped right hand and what was probably now his muscularly handicapped and definitely bleeding and mangled left wrist.
Drejak didn't want to have to fight Sephiroth in that crippled condition, and hoped his opponent was considering forfeiting before the wolf really had to try and prove a point...
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:44 am
~~Sephiroth~~
Sephiroth was tired of playing wrestling with him. This was no real battle. The only thing this canine did was continually bite him. As Sephiroth pushed inside the animal's mouth, he felt him trying to tighten the grip. He pushed his hand to make the canine move his head backward . Hopefully, this would loosen the grip for the time being.
Sephiroth began to look down. He noticed that he did get the punch but he gave more of his hand to the beast. All in all, it did not work as he had intended. When Sephiroth had adjusted his hand, the beast adjusted as well and was able to lock his arm. He wasn't getting anything from that arm now. It was two strained and it was cut too much.
A few moments later, Sephiroth began to felt some hitting against his ribs. There was nothing he could do there. The staff would continually hit him and it hurted. But Sephiroth would not quite because of it. He just let the thing take his course up to his ribs.
Sephiroth had to do something. His mind knew what he had to do. He had to utilize the strength his mother had given him. He did have a trump card. And Drejac was about to see it. Sephiroth gave a smirk. But he did meant hurt. And he was about to show it.
'' I ... won't be defeated by the likes of you ''. Charge Post: 1
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