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Post by Azalea on Mar 3, 2016 11:18:39 GMT -5
((This is an Unrealistic fight. This is just for me to brush up on my fighting skills, so any injuries (or deaths) are not counted. If the characters are fighting someone they don't know, they will not know them should they ever meet in roleplay. I'll likely be making several of these for my different characters in different settings, so if you'd like to try your hand at a different character of mine, PM me and we'll see what we can work out. This specific one is for Azalea.))
You could take her out of the fight but nothing could take the fight out of her, evidently. She hadn’t even made her appearance in the pack yet after coming back from a long, bloody war, and she was already back to fighting. She didn’t understand it but it was a dark need of her’s to fight. She had always been like that, and with everything going on? She needed to let off a bit of steam. So, after a long hiatus, the Alpha stood in the Underground’s pit. Her head held high. A pair of loose jeans hugged her hips and her upper half was covered by only a sports bra. These weren't death fights, or at least, that wasn't the intention. Even so, Azalea still had splatters of red on her and her knuckles had dried blood on them. For the moment? She was a little out of breath, but that would be caught up by the time her next opponent came out. It was a marathon fight, and so far, she'd barely been touched aside from the occasional lucky punch. Even as the guards cleaned out the weapons from the pit, Azalea had her eyes either on the gate her opponent would walk through or the crowd above her. It would seem as if the three years she was away for war led to a bit of...forgetfulness when it came to who and what she was. Her reputation still preceded her though, as even four opponents in, she had already knocked one person out of the elite running. Clearly the pit became soft on her, and it was time she reminded everyone who she was. "Hey, assholes! Who the hell am I?!" There was a roar from the crowd but it was indistinguishable. "Who am I?!" It took a few more times before the entire crowd settled on a single name. She heard a few of them, Cobert, Blood Queen, Rogue Princess, Rogue Alpha, Blind Bandit (someone please get this reference), and so much more but in the end? They chanted her childhood nickname. "Aza! Aza! Aza!" Damn, did it feel good to be home.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 12:11:07 GMT -5
(Don't worry. I got the reference xD)
A look about his face read unpleasantness, and had a rather... salty look to it. This was so out of his comfort zone he even began to doubt if he was the same person he had thought he knew. He fought, yes, and he also killed, but it always had a purpose that he could get behind. He fought when trying to prove himself for a position on Night Star - of course he renounced it - and killed to eat. But now he found himself behind a gate, the smell of blood and sweat and alcohol was overpowering, causing his face to twist up in a sort of confused, disgusted look he also couldn't quite understand.
Taking care of a child certainly made him do the strangest of things, yet as the gate before him slowly opened into the unknown, Vaas reminded himself that all he needed was one fight and he wouldn't have to come back down here for a good while.
The sudden flood of light was blinding. He closed his eye slightly, bringing a hand up to drown out the glaring beast for a few seconds before it finally because used to the ambient brightness. His first thought was the people, the noise. Distractions. How he hated distractions. Even if they are slight, yet he thought hard for a few seconds and found that focusing on other things aided in drowning out the loud crowd chanting a name could vaguely remember hearing a few years back. Then he noticed how confined the arena was. Annoying.
And finally his opponent. A woman, a damn good one at what he had been hearing. Vaas sighed softly and adjusted his eye patch more securely, slowly stepping out into the pit, ignoring the madness overhead. He was shirtless, barefooted, and wore black boxing shorts big enough to not restrict his movement, and yet he found himself sweating already. Perhaps from anxious anticipation, it had been a while since he last fought properly.
There was a blank look on his eyes and face. Vaas didn't find himself feeling any excitement nor dread. Just that slight anxious anticipation he was beginning to find ever more annoying by the second. He heard the gate close behind him with a small yet recognizable thud, and facing his first of perhaps many more opponents to come, he pressed his right fist against his chest, and bowed forwards for a few seconds. What is a fight without some sense of honour, anyways?
Finally Vaas stood upright, and focused his full attention on her.
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Post by Azalea on Mar 13, 2016 0:08:12 GMT -5
A...bow?
That was incredible, and honestly? Aza was taken aback. 90% of the people that normally fought her, charged at her the moment the gate was opened. Some would even duck under the gate as soon as there was enough room. The logic was the quicker they got out of there, the more likely they were to catch her off guard while she was showing off. Not many of them stopped to think of her hearing ability and how she'd know they were moving toward her before they could even begin to touch her.
Azalea turned to the man, a respect for him forming that she had never truly felt for any opponent forming in her chest. There was a mere moment of hesitation, partnered by a look of confusion before she responded. Rather than just bowing, she chose to put her fist over her chest and drop to one knee. It was an...'idea' from a 'friend,' something that recognized a proper and true duel. It was around the time that Vaas looked up that she chose to stand again.
She gave a bright smile, shaking her head just slightly, as if she were shaking off the last fight. "I like you." She said without missing a beat. "So, I think I'll let you take a stab at this first, no?"
She laughed a little bit. The crowd had silenced the moment that Azalea had kneeled to her opponent. That had never happened before, but then again, recognizing each other as true opponents was rare too. Most of the time, fighters were of a lower caliber. The only ones with any sort of logic tended to be the Elite fights. In between those fights, 'animals' fought and it was truly a fight between animals in certain situations. Azalea reached the top by being the biggest baddest animal she could, but many others reached it through true tactic. Azalea had demonstrated it before, but she did this for fun, and a release. Why think during that? Doesn't mean she couldn't though...after all, she's managed to fight in three wars before she was even 18 human years old. Hard to get through that without tact.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 23:06:37 GMT -5
It wasn't as if he had any personal stake into the fight other than the desire to make some money simply to feed himself, knowing. Yes he could have stolen and murdered, but this seemed a little more straight forwards. Besides, having the little girl with him now almost made him feel as if he needed to keep dead blood off from his hands. At least for a little while. The woman's words didn't exactly resonate within him too much and he placed little thought into what she said, yet he easily identified the respect that she showed when bowing, and letting him have the first move. Part of him was glad, the other part resented going first.
Vaas took one cautious step forwards, getting a true feel of the ground as his eyes quickly scanned his vision one more time, memorizing and implanting an image of the arena on his head, so he could keep track of himself as he moved. A little side thought, almost, but it helped him put more of his focus on more important things. Her. She looked confident, ready for a fight. Vaas knew better than to underestimate an opponent. That was the downfall of others, the bane of their existences. For a brief second, he took in a deep breath-
- in the next second, Vaas charged with hopeful unexpectedness, galloping towards the woman as fast as he could, taking long strides and being careful to keep his breath under a steady, control, in and out in a choreographed dance without looking to miss a beat. His eyes were dead center on her, face without expression, and as he neared her he pulled his right arm back and balled his hand into a fist.
But at about ten feet away from his opponent, Vaas jumped with his powerful legs pushing his entire body easily off the ground, using the momentum he had gathered as a driving force as he seeked to soar clean over the woman to land behind her, aiming to deliver a punch to her spine, his secondary plan being to land a downwards blow on her head if she backtracked. At the very least, Vaas hoped that this brief moment of air time would disorientate her enough for him to follow up with an attack as soon as he landed.
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Post by Azalea on Apr 7, 2016 10:50:53 GMT -5
Well, that didn't take long. After a pause, due to what seemed like him gathering himself, everything began.
Azalea braced when she saw him charging, mentally thinking of the options. Something seemed off though, why was he raising his fist so far away from her? That was a dead give away- and then he jumped. Her brain stopped for a mere second but her instincts took over. Rather than back stepping, she crouched down and rolled forward. As she came out of the roll, she ran a few paces ahead before turning around and charging toward her opponent.
It was only once she began to charge again that her mind began to work again. No matter how cliche and dog like it was to think this, the only thought in her mind was 'cat'. That simple fact alone changed how she would have fought him compared to another animal. She had to be careful of the kitty's claws after all. Aza's mind began working on how to counter attack from this point, and her body just moved in response. there was no hesitation in her movements, and there were just as fluid as Vaas'. It truly was a dance.
Azalea almost got in Vaas' face, almost. Just as she was within his reach though, she curved around him. A method to catch him off guard. If he swung? Azalea would strike on his back, if he didn't? Azalea would turn around again and back off. She was trying to psych him out, see how he would react and what he would do to different tactics. He clearly wasn't a stranger to battle, that was for damn sure. Vaguely she thought she remembered his smell.
Nightstar?
Yeah, no way he wasn't accustom to fighting in some form or another. He was apart of her Grandfather's pack before her father was even born. Her grandfather was sure as hell known as a hard ass at that. it would be in her best interest to be cautious here.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2016 0:02:44 GMT -5
He watched with what must have been something of slight amusement at her forward roll, having expected her to have frozen from the shock of his move rather than react in the proper way. His lips slightly contoured into a slight frown, landing hard into a small crouch in order to absorb most of the impact, keeping too much pressure from his legs, until his eyes flicked off to the right. He turned and in an instant found himself nearly face to face with his opponent, with barely any time to react, and found himself instinctively sidestepping to the left, away from Azalea whilst attempting his best to keep her within his line of sight, before suddenly backstepping a couple feet away from her in a single movement that made him almost seem as if he had floated slightly above the ground.
Vaas hardly broke a sweat, thanking the fact that he was unemcumbered.
Yet, as soon as the tips of his toes had touched the ground, he began a forward, controlled sprint in her direction, unwilling to let any distance form between the two of them. No, Vaas was not afraid of being up close and personal with his opponent. Azalea had merely caught him off guard, gotten up to his face on her terms. He couldn't allow that. Things needed to stay aware of his surroundings, watch and attempt to predict her movements. It's how he won fights.
And so, in that one to two seconds it would have taken him to quickly try and close the gap between the two of them, Vaas weighed out his options. Right fist clenched, he went for a rather straighforwards jab to the face, attempting his best to use the momentum he was building up as well as the weight of his body in order to place as much power as possible on the initial impact. Had the punch connected, he was ready to kick at her right leg with his left foot, although with the speed at which she moved, he figured he should prepare for another sidestep if she managed to dodge out.
Vaas was counting on this one punch in order to test how she'd react to all out aggressiveness from his part, more so than to actually hurt her and gain an upper hand.
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