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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2012 23:08:45 GMT -5
And with yet another explosive round of battles having concluded, the tournament hosted by everyone’s favorite Lord of the Dead, Hades, was ready to continue! The fights that had occurred prior had taken quite some time, one being robbed of their sight often proving to make things troublesome for any fighter who relied on that sense. Whatever the case, with the arena repaired almost immediately after and the warriors sent back to heal their injures, the Lord of the Dead was ready to start the next round.
”Well now that was one hell of a set of matches last round wasn’t it folks?” the deity announced, a roar bellowing from the stands in response, ”That’s good to hear and with that said let’s keep it going! This time around instead of robbing the contestants of their sight I will be robbing them of all their abilities! If either of you chumps breaks the rules somehow, a trip to the underworld is what awaits you so let’s forget about all your pesky abilities and get physical!” he would add and raise his right hand high into the air. Glancing over to both fighters for but a moment, Hades would then swing his arm down signaling the start of the fight as well as sealing any abilities the fighters may use.
”Now let me see some teeth flying!” he would add unnecessarily although it would seem the audience shared the sentiment still cheering loudly for the two combatants.
OOC: A PM has been sent to all those concerned and the fights will now be transferred over to V4. At any rate as the above states, all abilities are locked down and thus physical combat is the only means in which you have to fight! First post goes to Whatever you have 72 hours to post and if a winner hasn't been decided within 2 weeks the thread will be judged by the staff.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2012 5:29:22 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #99983E; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The Heartless walked slowly onto the arena. So far his competition had been fairly interesting. Every time the break for some healing was also nice. As he thought about it, his fight alongside the others against the titan had been possibly the most annoying one so far. His abilities weren't those of cutting or bludgeoning a being made of lava.
The two opponents he encountered after and the area or rules we had have also been an interesting experience. Fighting the mage in red with multiple platforms, he wondered how the man was doing. Also the fight in complete Darkness had been quite interesting, but he had also gone into berserk and after the fight had just continued, showing that it was perhaps handable by opponents as he never really could remember what he did while berserking.
After the preliminaries, he had questioned who was were on the board. His second opponent would've been either some girl or a former champion of this place, apparently he gotten the champ. This round would either be the current champ or a familiar name... what was it again? He couldn't recall what the goatman said when he asked about all the entries. Just that when the name was said, he recalled the guy he had met some times before.
Looking annoyed up at Hades, the Heartless hoped he could crush the man's face soon. The man was again talking and this time telling how the fight would work. Looking at the arena, it appeared this time they were getting the regular arena without any special platforms and walls. However, the man was taking away their abilities. So he can seal abilities? Seemed a very annoying ability to the Heartless.
As the man shouted to see some teeth flying, the Heartless had already noticed it was the freelancer he was facing. It seemed that Hades wasn't going to bother calling the names this round. With that in mind, the Heartless rushed forward. Depending what Felix did, the Heartless simply ran at him and would make a light jump when near as he kicked his leg up in an attempt to kick Felix in the torso. Perhaps even leave an print of dirt and blood on Felix' clothes due to his dirty feet. His first attack was meant to send Felix falling backwards a bit, so the Heartless could continue his assault.
One thing was the Heartless certain of, he had no issues whether he had his powers or not as he had fought a lifetime without any. His Somebody's life had been continuous fights and he was trained for this. [/style] |
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Post by soulcyber on Aug 30, 2012 11:06:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 29px 0px 0px 10px; border-radius: 8px 0px 0px 0px; border-left: #E34234 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 130px; color: #E34234; line-height: 0px; text-transform:]T[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 25px 10px 0px 0px;][STYLE=height: 80px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 54px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 40px; margin-left: -4px; overflow: hidden;]HE #1 FREELANCER[/style][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 11px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #E34234; text-align: justify; border-right: #E34234 10px solid; margin-left: -2px; margin-top: 2px;]Failure isn't even in my vocab![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #E34234 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]█ TAGS Felix, Whatever, Olympus Coliseum █ WORDS 1,365 █ NOTES Hope you enjoy![/style] [STYLE=background-color: #353535; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #B5B5B5; line-height: 11px; border-radius: 3px; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify;][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 85px; height: 85px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -20px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 55px; height: 55px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -10px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style] Cracking his knuckles, neck, and probably damn near every other crackable joint in his body, the red-headed freelancer would walk out toward the arena. He had been called to fight once more and luckily the conversation he had been having with a client had been wrapped up right before he was asked to proceed to the arena. Indeed, the client was a blonde girl he had met once during an intense battle in the world known as Port Royal, coming to him to seek his assistance in a personal matter of hers. Having lost early in the tournament it seemed she was unable to take care of said matter herself and was now relying on others to take care of it for her. It was an easy enough job, all that Felix had to do was continue winning and while that had been his plan originally, it was some extra incentive to win. Yes, now more than ever he was focused on being the top dog in this tournament and taking the title of champion. Now that his goal also became a job in of itself, the “buddah” switch inside him had been flipped and nothing would break his concentration. He would decimate the rest of the competition that lay before him no matter the handicap Hades decided to throw at him next. Whether it was taking away all his senses, having cracks in the floor that shot up fire, poisoning him before the fight, or any other number of things, Felix refused to lose. ”I just feel sorry for my next two opponents, now I won’t be holding back at all if it means victory,” he stated confidently as he walked out into the arena. Covering his eyes with his right hand for a moment, the freelancer waited for his eyes to adjust to the sun before walking any further. As he walked up to the repaired arena floor, a roar of cheers and shouts would erupt from the audience, this time the females especially ecstatic. Yes, it seemed like they were swooning over the arrival of the crimson haired sellsword and while perhaps it was in part due to the incredible round he had fought only a short time before, it was probably more so the lack of clothing because of that previous round. With the absence of the shirt he had been wearing in the battles prior, his upper-body was now revealed for any interested to gawk at and enjoy. Grinning at the reaction, the freelancer would purposely take his time to get into the arena, strutting his stuff and putting on quite the show. He was in the service business after all so why not give a little fan service once in a while? It was one of the few ways he could thank the audience for their support even if it did very little to actually help him win his battles. As the saying goes, it’s the thought that counts and judging by the volume of the cheering there was a lot of “thought” going on. Heh I wonder if after I win this I should do a little dance routine for fan service too, |
[/i] the warrior mused, a smirk curving at the thought. Whatever the case, the freelancer would finally step into the arena, stretching out a bit as Hades took the time to explain the rules of the next match. The handicap this time would be the sealing of all abilities for the combatants, a handicap that certainly hadn’t been expected by the freelancer. He had accounted for several other handicaps earlier but to completely seal all abilities was a little unexpected as a straight up physical confrontation wasn’t very flashing. While that was true, it was something he was suited for probably more so than any other contestant currently participating, his years of Martial Arts training going to be put to good use here. If his opponent wasn’t trained than the difference would show almost immediately in how said opponent moved and how they attacked. That being said, finding out who that opponent was would prove prudent and with a glance to the other side of the arena the freelancer quickly identified his opponent. As it would seem, the dirty hobo from the prelims had managed to make his way to the finals despite all odds that were stacked against him. Indeed, the freelancer hadn’t expected much out of the guy to be honest but it seemed he had betrayed his earlier expectations. Well it doesn’t really matter, either way I’m going to be taking the gold ne?[/i] he asked himself mentally as he let out a deep breath after finishing one last stretch. Immediately after doing so, Hades would signal the start of the fight and without a moment’s hesitation Felix’ opponent would come straight at him. Yes, it would seem his opponent was taking the initiative, something Felix couldn’t help but feel grateful for considering he had yet to determine whether this guy had any formal training or not. That being noted, he would quickly slip into an Orthadox Thai stance, his hands held up by his face open to allow easy parrying and on the balls of his feet to allow quick movement. With his stance in place his eyes narrowed slightly as Whatever made his first attack and Felix’s facial expression had quickly turned serious and the playful smirk vanished. A jump kick?[/i] he thought as his body began to move in reaction to the attack, That’s a really bad attack to start with and a bad move in general. It’s easy to counter as he’ll soon be learning and just screams that this guy doesn’t have any real Martial Arts training or at the very least a practical one like Thai Kickboxing. Oh well his loss I’m just going to take advantage of the holes in his defense,[/i] the freelancer finished mentally as he slipped to the left of his opponent evading the jump kick. Not only did he evade the kick though, he was now in perfect position to throw a counter and take advantage of Whatever’s sloppy attack. That being noted, Felix’s right hand would move into action as he quickly pulled it back and went for an overhand strike. At the point of impact with Whatever’s face, he would ball his hand into a fist to give his punch a bit more of a sting. Meanwhile, his lower body would be shifting to put his weight behind the punch as his right foot pivoted to assist in the matter. This would make the strike rather devastating if it landed properly but whether it did or not, Felix wasn’t going to stop there. Whether Whatever blocked the attack or not (as evasion was rather improbable unless the opponent could move in mid-air), Felix would continue into a combo from that punch and follow with a left body hook. Once again he would show off his prowess in the Martial Arts, bringing his right hand back to guard his face, shifting his weight into the punch and pivoting on his left foot as he did so. Next, he would then fake a right cross but load back up onto his left side again, throwing out a left hook at Whatever’s head. Upon impact, he would loosen his fist and attempt to grab onto the back of the dirty contestant’s head, intent on grabbing a fistful of that shaggy hair. He would then pull Whatever’s head into his right knee before letting go of the opponent and pushing Whatever by the shoulder to create some distance and make it hard to retaliate immediately. With that first combo of the fight out of the way, Felix would slip back into an Orthadox Thai stance and bounce on the balls of his feet ready for whatever came next. First thing’s first, gauge the opponent’s style, endurance, speed, strength, and reach,[/i] he told himself in his head as he reached a level of focus that made him ignore the thundering cheers around the arena, Once you’ve gathered whatever information you can move onto the offensive and take him down, he would follow mentally reminding himself of his father’s teachings… well assuming all went as planned anyway. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; color: #606060; opacity: 0.9; text-align: right;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( x)[/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2012 6:32:55 GMT -5
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Due to his attempt of kicking and his run, he still moved ahead, but now made more of a sideward move, spinning back and avoiding Felix' strike as he seemed to think that making small jumps was stupid. The Heartless had found making such short jumps to kick upward was quite interesting to use. Especially if it came unexpected, he could easily push an opponent back. Of course, if they didn't avoid the attack. He had used it to an opponent before in the past where the opponent was battle-ready and in a stance. Only, that opponent hadn't thought he would make a straight-forward attack, so this was different again.
Having avoided the initial strike from Felix, the man seemed to continue his assault. The Heartless had pushed himself back and slided a bit further to Felix' right while using his right arm to block Felix' left if he was able to get to him.
Felix afterward seemed to guard his face, so the Heartless figured to move at Felix again while even this close. He pushed himself at Felix and held both hands out, but didn't exactly make fists of his hands. When Felix started the right cross, the Heartless tried to grab that arm with his left hand. Since it was a fake, he could easily grab thing air, but he moved his right hand to stop and try to grab ahold of Felix' left arm.
If both succeeded, the Heartless attempted to pull the distance between the two even closer and pull up his left knee to knee him in the torso. Along with this, he also had his head moved forward, meaning a combination of a kneeing and headbutting. Whether this all succeeded or not, if the Heartless had successfully grabbed ahold of Felix, he wasn't planning to let go just yet as he still had a strategy. [/style] |
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Post by soulcyber on Sept 3, 2012 2:06:04 GMT -5
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Indeed, it seemed that this fellow had reflexes if nothing else and while the freelancer had yet to see him adopt any sort of stance or what have you, it seemed like he was no stranger to a fist fight. Yes, if anything his opponent was probably the type that never learned a formal style and instead relied solely on experience and ingenuity. While this type of fighting certainly had its merits with its sometimes unorthodox approach, it also had its share of weaknesses which the red-head meant to exploit assuming his opponent wasn't merely faking him out by acting like an amateur. While the thought of that possibility was on his mind, when his opponent stuck his hands out in front of himself like some desperate groper, it was pushed to the back of his head. No, his opponent wasn't a disciplined warrior who had learned any sort of Martial Arts, or at the very least none that Felix could recognize nor imagine used such a telegraphed approach. It was fairly obvious that the enemy was going for a grab and since that was the case the freelancer would let him and fool him into a false sense of security.
That being noted, the freelancer would allow the opponent to grab both of his forearms and would feel himself pulled forward, his body naturally inclining downward along with his head and line of sight. This in turn allowed him to see the knee coming at his stomach, an attack that was certainly going to hurt and he had little choice but to take now to establish that false sense of security. While this was true he wasn't about to do nothing to mitigate the damage and would clench his abs tightly and grit his teeth as the knee was placed firmly in his abdomen. He let out a slight grunt as it connected and while it was painful it was a blow he had prepared himself for and with the adrenaline pumping it was easy to block out. The same could be said about the headbutt as well for due to Felix's position caused by Whatever pulling him, the top of his head took the headbutt instead and thus was more than sturdy to take the attack. If anything, it was probably Whatever that got hurt in that exchange but whether he did or not the red-head was going to make sure he felt some pain with his retaliation. For as soon as the attacks landed Felix would pull back and throw his body to the ground as he gripped Whatever's forearms very firmly to make sure HE didn't escape.
Indeed, the opponent's intention to bring this fight into a super close range fight was obvious and Felix was damn near certain that if he brought it to the ground instead of a standing clinch, his opponent would be limited in what techniques he could apply to combat him on the ground. For aside from the Muyi Thai Kickboxing he showed in previous matches and this one, Felix was a practitioner of JKD and knew multiple styles, the one of particular importance at this moment being Brazilian Jujitsu. Yes, he had plenty of training in that discipline as well and could adapt to a situation where he was on the ground and was well aware that most people, even trained warriors, often neglected that style of fighting. Hell, even he did he was only up to the standards of a purple belt in BJJ but certainly that would be more than enough to deal with the opponent he had figured for just a simple brawler. Not only that but with the way of bring his opponent to the ground this way he also had a chance to use a little dirty fighting like he had wished to before when he attempted to grab Whatever's shaggy hair.
Thus, as the freelancer fell backward pulling Whatever with him, his right would fly up in an attempt to kick the opposition in the groin as he made his descent toward the ground, taking advantage of the momentum to provide his kick with power and speed. Assuming this proved successful and caused Whatever's grip too loosen as would be natural, Felix would act to bring his opponent in between his legs, going for a closed guard that would not be broken with brute strength alone. Once in the closed guard, Felix would let go of Whatever's left arm to free up his own right arm and immediately send it toward the man's face in a palm strike meant to go right past his jaw. While it wouldn't have as much power as it would if he were able to put his weight behind it, it would have enough power to disorient his opponent if it struck which was part of the setup for the technique Felix was about to attempt. Yes, for as the palm strike hit it's target or not, with his arm fully extended past Whatever's head Felix would lift his upper body as he opened his guard for a short moment to posture. His right arm would then curve and go around Whatever's neck to go for a choke as he let go of the man's left arm and used it to grip his right hand like a teacup and apply pressure to the submission. His arm would constrict around Whatever's neck tightly, cutting off the flow of air and if held for at ten to fifteen seconds would surely knock the opponent unconscious. Not only that, but if all went as planned the awkward position Whatever was in would make it rather difficult to get away even if Felix wasn't keeping him in his guard any longer. That was IF all went well but if Felix knew anything about fighting was that anything could happen and depending on how how his opponent reacted to his kick to the groin and the palm strike that lead into a choke, it was best to be ready for anything.
At the very least I don't have to worry about him grabbing onto my shirt or anything since I came in without one, |
[/i] he would muse as he attempted his counter, Certainly wasn't intended but I might start doing it more often since the ladies seem to like it anyway,[/i] OOC: Dat Fight Music[/style] [STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; color: #606060; opacity: 0.9; text-align: right;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( x)[/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2012 7:52:43 GMT -5
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| [atrb=style, background: #111111; border: 5px solid #99983E; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.8;][style=font: 7pt arial; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #ABABAB; width: 400px;]The Heartless had adopted some stances in the past, mainly got used to one stance when he really prepared himself to counter an opponent that was attacking him, but he had started this fight. All his combat knowledge came from his training and his fighting over the many years he had been a slave and fought against other slaves. Sometimes they were used as fodder to train guards and such, but it was mainly amusement battles that they were used for. To see who was able to remain the last one standing. Due to this, he was trained enough to keep fighting no matter the odds, he might be a cowardous one, even preferring to hide and run than the face things head-on, but he was definitely a survivor. If he hadn't been just that, he wouldn't be standing there right now. He had accepted the grasp of the Heartless freely, not caring about his life anymore at the time as his wish had been fulfilled, to have returned as one of the Heartless had only made him more happy at the time.
As he attempted to hold off his opponent's attacks and do his own, he had been trying to plan his moves and tried to think of any possible ways his opponent would counter. He had seen this man jump and move at strange heights and ways, but he figured that had been only abilities the man had and with the flame-headed bastard taking those away, his opponent was now stuck to hand-to-hand combat and at first he had thought the man would be in some trouble due to combining his abilities with martial arts, but the man seemed better trained than he initially thought.
The Heartless had planned to take ahold of his opponent and keep him at close range. He had a hard head and had taken enough blows that he could deal with the headache. The headbutt didn't do much to him when Felix was able to deal with that attack. He had barely much sight whether his attacks were doing all that much.
When Felix fell back and pulled him along, his calculations pretty much got torn up as the Heartless' daze went to a bit of confusion. Wait... I thi- a sudden kick to the groin broke his thought-stream and memory as he gritted his teeth and his body started to shake, his grip loosening. He pulled a rather awkward face to prefend uttering anything in response to that attack. This... What... Why?
The next actions did make the Heartless decide that he had really been thinking in the worst direction here. As the opponent freed his hands and hit his jaw, the Heartless had little trouble trouble with the strike and started to try and fight back when the man started to curve around to place him in a lock. The man seemed to try and choke him, is it within the rules to kill your opponent or something? Despite all this, he felt his right hand been grabbed ahold and he simply held still for a moment as he moved his left arm to his throat. The hand was missing two fingers and due to his thin appearance, the hand was able to wind into his ragged shawl and move from the side of Felix' elbow and push the arm a bit to free his throat. While Felix might not choose the wear clothes, the Heartless kept his full set of clothes on. "Don't you think that murder is against the rules?" It was a simple question as the Heartless was using only his strength to keep his throat free and wasn't putting much force at the moment to free himself from the locked situation. [/style] |
[tr][td][style=padding: 5px; background-color: #111111; text-align: center; color: #ABABAB; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 2px; line-height: 10px; border: 5px solid #99983E; border-radius: 10px; opacity: 0.7;]WORDS ;; 633 || TAGGED ;; Felix || NOTE ;; Hrmm... Well, I explained things already in both my raid threads. Having some health problems going on and my brain isn't optimal, so hope I didn't miss anything here. Otherwise you may slap me with a shoe. [/style][style=width: 400px; margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 30px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; opacity: 0.5; color: #757575]made by prism of, btn, sgo, and ls~[/style][/td][/tr] [/table][/center]
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Post by soulcyber on Sept 5, 2012 10:15:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 29px 0px 0px 10px; border-radius: 8px 0px 0px 0px; border-left: #E34234 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 130px; color: #E34234; line-height: 0px; text-transform:]T[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 25px 10px 0px 0px;][STYLE=height: 80px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 54px; color: #EDEDED; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -3px; line-height: 40px; margin-left: -4px; overflow: hidden;]HE #1 FREELANCER[/style][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 11px; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 9px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #E34234; text-align: justify; border-right: #E34234 10px solid; margin-left: -2px; margin-top: 2px;]Failure isn't even in my vocab![/style] |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #454545; padding: 0px 20px 10px 20px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 8px; border-left: #E34234 8px solid;][STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: 0px; color: #DEDEDE; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px;]█ TAGS Felix, Whatever, Namine, brutality, █ WORDS 800 █ NOTES No worries mate, just focus on getting better ^^![/style] [STYLE=background-color: #353535; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #B5B5B5; line-height: 11px; border-radius: 3px; padding: 5px 10px 10px 10px; text-align: justify;][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 85px; height: 85px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: -20px; margin-left: -20px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style][STYLE=float: left; background-image: url(http://i727.photobucket.com/albums/ww280/shiojisan/Felix.jpg); width: 55px; height: 55px; border: #454545 10px solid; margin-top: 4px; margin-left: -10px; margin-right: 5px; border-radius: 17px;] [/style] Felix couldn’t help but grin when he saw that nearly everything went off with a hitch, landing the blow to the groin and successfully taking his opponent down. Not only that but he had managed to get him in a choke and even if the man had slipped his hand in between, it still wouldn’t be pleasant. Things were certainly looking up and all the red-head had needed to do was take a knee and a head butt to the skull to achieve it. The damage wasn’t great and in fact now that he was in the dominant position he was being allowed to recover from the blow a bit whilst Whatever dealt with his current attack. Yes, no matter how you looked at it Felix was in the winning position from here and the red-head knew he had to take the momentum before his opponent fully regained his bearings. It was often the case when one was first taken down to the ground and had Ju-Jitsu used on them, they were at a loss of what to do. Indeed, most opponents would be unable to react to the submissions being performed on them and would often fall for the simplest tricks. At least until they began to do whatever they could to attempt to escape and while it was something he was trained for, it was always easier to defeat an opponent in a stupor. That being noted should I go for the sweep or attempt to get his back? |
[/i] he mused but didn’t think on it too long as Whatever interrupted with a question. He inquired as to whether the tournament allowed death and that was something Felix could only frown at as he decided what to do next and to answer Whatever’s question. With his guard already open and thus allowing much more freedom with how he moved, Felix hold the choke with only his right arm for a moment as his left hand moved under Whatever’s right armpit. Assuming he slipped it under there with little difficulty, he would then lift the arm up and out of the way as his body moved into action to take Whatever’s back. Indeed, letting go of the choke as he would attempt to reach across Whatever’s back and over to his left shoulder, Felix would grip the man’s shirt tightly. With that step down, his body would move to the next step, planting his right hand for a base as he swung his body around Whatever’s and pulled on his shoulder to assist him in the matter. His legs and right arm would follow suit, swinging along with the rest of his body in his attempt to get Whatever’s back. If all went as planned and in one fluid motion, Felix would be on top of Whatever’s back and could make his next move from there depending on how Whatever reacted. Regardless of his reaction though, Felix would now answer the man’s earlier question with a cocky tone that showed no mercy for his prey. ”Hmph if you went into this tournament thinking to put anything less than your life on the line than you’re nothing but a fool,” he would start as he would then try to secure a body triangle on the opponent, a hold around the waist much like the closed guard but incredibly difficult to escape as well as painful, ”In fact if you don’t have the resolve to gamble with your life then there’s no chance in hell you’ll beat me. We shall see though if Hades allows death because I won’t be holding anything back not for you nor anyone else,” he would explain and to follow up the body triangle would begin to rain punches down on the back of Whatever’s head. To make them harder to defend against he would also vary them, throwing at the back of his head, to the side, and if Whatever lifted his head high enough at some point he would smash the man’s face back to the ground. Mercy wasn’t something Felix was about to show to his opponent not only because such a question had actually irritated him a bit but because he had a job to take care of. Yes, he couldn’t lose this fight if he wanted to deliver Namine’s message, he would have to advance to the next round no matter what. He didn’t care if it looked absolutely brutal to those around him, he was going to win this fight and show Whatever no reprieve. ”Just go to sleep like a good boy, it’ll be less painful that way I assure you,” he would inform Whatever if everything went according to plan I.E. the attempt to get the back and the subsequent Body Triangle followed by a rain of punches to the head. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; color: #606060; opacity: 0.9; text-align: right;]MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND ( x)[/style] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2012 12:56:09 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px, bTable][STYLE= background: #000000; height: 205px; width: 205px; padding: 10px; margin-left: 1.5px; margin-bottom: -12em; border: 5px solid #000000; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px;] [/style][STYLE= font-weight: bolder; font-size: 28pt; font-family: garamond; text-align: justify; margin-left: 240px; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: -1px -1px yellow, 0.7px 0.7px #333; border-bottom: 5px solid #000000; width: 200px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-bottom: 30px; color: #000; line-height: 24px;]WHY.. AM I HERE? WHAT... PURPOSE? JUST... WHATEVER...[/style] |
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By thinking like this, the Heartless had acted many times in fear, but all of his actions situated around his situation and his well-being. As long as he survived, he was always acting all out to prolong his life. These tournaments didn't act that way most of the time, but so far the rounds were different than usual and it was the first time in these tournaments that he had found himself being put in a hold and having an opportunity to have a conversation. Or, at least, he felt he could attempt one.
The Heartless had held his throat free and only put force on his other arm for to keep it in a right state. When the opponent started to move in the hold and let go off his arm, but didn't really give an answer he was expecting, the Heartless let out a sigh.
With the feeling of Felix moving towards his armpit, the Heartless attempted to move his arm more outward and in a stretch while ripping some cloth off his shirt as it was easier seeing all the ripped parts in it already. Whether this succeeded or not didn't bother him all that much, it did leave his back more open, but he wasn't sure if the man had some kind of special unarmed attack and with his two shirts his back remained somewhat covered other than some holes. He had met someone working with pressure points at some point and wasn't sure if covering one's body worked against that.
"My life was a big gamble, this second life acts quite similar. I have a goal and, so, have to push on," he said fairly neutral as he started to move his legs upward. Then he suddenly started to push himself forward as he tried to use his arms to push himself somewhat upward. During this, he felt Felix attacking his head, but despite the pain causing a headache, he tried to continue his simple plan. He was using the shawl and the cloth in his hand for protection from the hard arena-floor during this plan. In this fashion, he tried to rush and make it more difficult for Felix to remain, but he then slipped his right arm away if he succeeded having that, so he could make the throw bigger, but in any case, he slipped his left hand down the shawl and pushed himself in one force of strength, to throw himself with Felix towards his right, hoping to slam Felix into the arena floor. [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2012 21:55:34 GMT -5
THE MATCH IS OVER JUDGING WILL NOW COMMENCE! [/u][/center][/size] THE WINNER IS FELIX MAXIMILIAN! YAZOO WILL BE AWARDED 50 MUNNY FOR GETTING TO THE SEMI-FINALS IN THE TOURNAMENT! THAT IS ALL! [/color][/u][/center][/size]
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