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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Mon Aug 07, 2006 12:32 am

As far as Mercenary, you're just some untalented bum who can't speed fight so you badmouth the man who can.


I was unaware that being able to type fast could be classified as a "talent". Perhaps you'll be satisfied with your 6-9 dollars an hour as a secretary or stenographer. Do you feel like I hurt your feelings? Are you upset? Perhaps a little discomforted by the fact that I really don't care about your WPMs? Hmm. Awee..too bad.


I said we have the most elite fighters not just the most elite speed fighters.So if you want to TB man I'll get one of my young boys to tear your head off.


It's sad that your unit seems to value speed over brainpower. You'd call your smarter fighter "young". That should be enough for him to span his horizons and find a unit that would treat his intellect with a little more reverence. I guess you're not too big on the whole thinking thing. But hey, the world needs people like you anyway. Someone has to unload the trucks, pump the gas and do all the tasks the more civilized folks would find disgusting and quite frankly, beneath them. Go ahead, send me your TB fighter. I'm sure I've got a spare shoebox around here somewhere...

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Quickhand on Mon Aug 07, 2006 11:11 am

Yeah, being able to type fast is classified as talent because not everybody can do it. Anybody can TB. You just sit on your ass until you think of a way to counter your opponents move. A 6 year old can do that. Come on now. However, as you know first hand, not anybody can speed fight and be the best at it like myself. Me being a boxer IRL makes me like speed fighting even more because it is the divine style. It is the style that is closest to actually representing a real fight. In a fight, you and the other guy don't take turns hitting each other and you damn sure don't get hours to think of a move. The guy who gets there first will win. Thats why speed is style for true fighters. Like my boy Master said, TB is for roleplayers and speed is for fighters. Also man, you're not really worth any of my fighters because you're not rounded. Everyone in my camp can do both TB and speed but you can only do TB. Killing you would do nothing for us. I'll see if someone in my camp wants to kill you, but if not, I'm not gonna force them to do it because you're a nobody.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:03 pm

Yeah, being able to type fast is classified as talent because not everybody can do it.

Sure they can. Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing is a great program to increase someone's typing speed. Anyone can use it.

Anybody can TB. You just sit on your ass until you think of a way to counter your opponents move.

See the word I bolded? THINK. Speed requires no thought. You do the same moves, have the same finishers, all your fights look the same. It has no flavor, no creativity, no thought.
A 6 year old can do that.

If a six year old is capable of applying knowledge of combative physics and explaining them clearly, he is NOT the average six year old.

Come on now. However, as you know first hand, not anybody can speed fight and be the best at it like myself.

BWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! -slaps his knee- STOP! Oh God stop! I'm gonna piss myself!

Me being a boxer IRL makes me like speed fighting even more because it is the divine style. It is the style that is closest to actually representing a real fight. In a fight, you and the other guy don't take turns hitting each other and you damn sure don't get hours to think of a move.

Divine style? Please. If you're looking for something that's close to "real fighting" online, you might as well play DOA4.

The guy who gets there first will win. Thats why speed is style for true fighters. Like my boy Master said, TB is for roleplayers and speed is for fighters.


I've spent my fair share of hours in the cage, and watching boxing, so what you just said is really flawed. Let me explain. When you're clenching with each other and not swinging, are you not thinking of your next move? When you're in the front-mount (if you grapple like me) and you and your opponent are tied up, are you not thinking of your next move? I sure am. Even real fighting has breaks in it.

And last I checked, this forum had a roleplay element to it. The chatroom has a roleplay element to it. Every character here SHOULD have a story, but not you. Oh no. Quickhand presents himself as a shallowly written meat head of a character. Perhaps combat is your only reason to be here though. Which brings me to another question...why?

Why would text based fighting be the only reason you even come here? Is your record in the ring SO BAD that you learned to type fast just so you could have some "wins" under your belt? Ya know who you remind me of? You remind me of Michael from the Contender. I'll let that speak for itself.

Also man, you're not really worth any of my fighters because you're not rounded. Everyone in my camp can do both TB and speed but you can only do TB. Killing you would do nothing for us.

Didn't you, in your last post say you'd send one of your TB fighters after me? Now you're saying I'm not worth it? It sounds like you're trying to save face to me. You say I'm not rounded, yet you specialize in speed. If you're so "well rounded" I could create the thread and you and I can go blow for blow on the forum.

I'll see if someone in my camp wants to kill you, but if not, I'm not gonna force them to do it because you're a nobody.

If I was a nobody, you would have never oblidged me with an answer of any kind. You would have never acknowledged that I existed. But because you did, it just goes to show that that I say has obviously gotten under your skin. It's ok kid, don't get so huffy.

Go ahead and accept my little challenge to you, buddy. It works well for both of us. Good for me, because I get to balance this meaningless roleplay with my job, and good for you because it gives you all the time you need to strategize once I start showing you some more complex moves. You could consider this your first lesson in turn based combat.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Quickhand on Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:16 pm

There is thinking involved in speed. I've beaten fighters that are faster than me in speed fighting plenty of times. It's because I'm the smarter fighter. Boxing is a test of reflexes, creativity, ect. TB has nothing to do with reflexes and creativity. You don't get all day to sit and think of what you're gonna do in boxing. If you react too slow, you get hit and thats how it works in speed fighting so in my opinion it is the divine style. I said I am a well rounded fighter because although I am the GOAT in speed I am also undefeated in TB. Also, for you to be implying that you're such a great TBer, I heard you got your ass tore out the frame by Zato, one of my young boys who I owned in TB. Lol. I guess it's all good though, maybe he just had your number? Haha. Since I'm a more popular guy than you, I'm more well rounded, and more known for my fighting abilities, I'll make you work for a shot at the champ. First, if you can beat Piccolo then I'll let you fight me. This is fair in my opinion. I mean you can't just expect to get a shot at the undisputed best without working your way up right? Prove your worth. Make the thread for you and Piccolo.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Piccolo | Super Namekian on Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:32 pm

Well I will fight you with super powers, per say that is. TB essay I think is the style, I'd rather do you in using just one post though, so we fight 1 hit kill style TB. Since you most likely dont use a dbz character as I can see, I shall use my ultimate character in one hit kill tb style, Deuce--Minus. I am undefeated taught by the great Syrochine, he is dead now IRL. So I am now the greatest TB'er alive. I will fight you and 2 other people at once, and own you all in one post. Infact bring your whole clan, I challenge every one of your friends in a 1 hit kill tb style. If you can survive my first post you would either have to god mode, or be a god in TB. Good luck. Cya maybe later tonight depends what I am doing. (Gf might keep me to herself muahaah ooc)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:41 pm

OOC: Remember that a hit is two posts, though - an attack, then the connection. If necessary, I'll judge.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Piccolo | Super Namekian on Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:43 pm

(OOC: who tha fuck ya refering to? our tb fight?)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:54 pm

OOC: Yeah, your TB fight. Let's carry on OOC somewhere else though. PM?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Treize Khushrenada on Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:46 pm

The greatest Turn Based player alive? I'm sorry, but I must interject here by saying that your claim is quite laughable. Your assumption that a turn-based fight between two roleplayers who both want to win can be won in one post is evidence enough that you aren't anywhere near the level you claim to be. Over-powered characters are one thing, Mr. Piccolo, but over-powered egos are entirely inexcusable.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Tue Aug 08, 2006 12:09 am

what style do you prefer?

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-His figure was smug, around 6'3 in hieght, weight unknown do to the metalic shinning armor he wore, futuristic in flare. His hands would come across his ches, his visor up, green in color. The hands would suddenly ignite in electricle sparks as his magnetism would exite numerous electrons around him, forming glaciers of electrons to pound together. The electrons would cause vigorous friction, rubbing against the cores of formed atoms, the atomic structure begining to crumble under the vibrating hemial electrons. The pure electricle energy would suck up the surrounding molecules, leaving protons and nuetrons to phaze through the formed atoms of this plain. His vision was locked on this man known as Mercenary, not knowing his opponant's powers he was already suprised by the knowledge the man held, so it would take everything in my power to defeat such a ghastly opponant. His body would stiffen the magnetism begining to rib fragments from atoms causing small explosions, the explosions emitting radioactive sound waves, sonic booms, and various other noises. The extreme heat pushed from the waves would pass over the body of the mercenary, sound blast by him as well, the sound breaking light speed. Carrying the fire of the explosions with it leaving pure ohmic heat to sail on the sound waves, surely the man mercenary would have no time to react as the hemial converges of atomic pressure and sound would blow by him, the heat so intence and so precise, it would only seem to skim the body of Mercenary. His body would suffer what would be no more clarrified as third degree burns, the burning not even be clear to him until it was to late. The light that would have been seen from the spliting of the nearby atoms would sail behind the body of mercenary the soundwaves losing their capacity to hold in the blast of light lettingit flurish like that of a super nova, far out of mine and mercenary's vision. The heat upon the skin of mercenary would seem so non existant, but unkowest to him his hair folicles and pores on his skin would be seered shut, his eyes lossing vision as the retinas would melt into his sockets. The sealing od his pores would cause upmost catastrophe, his body overheated by the ohmic waves now no way to exhale the heat within himself to cool off. Even his mouth ears and nose seemed to be melted shut, as if some driving invisable force would have welded them together. The blood under his skin would begin to evaporate, yet with no where to unleash itself it would bubble under the skin of mercenary, the blood snapping under him, begin to crush his intestines as it would melt flesh and bone together.
The extreme heat would cause extreme pressure as the heat would invertendly radiate from inside him, like water in the microwave. The electromagneticly induced trancparency of mercenary's normaly opaque body would have the heat of the explosion, along with the light propogate through him, causing this astronomicley powerfull conductivity of his pores. His insides melting the body of mercenary would die even before his body would continue expanding, before finally bursting pockets from his openings, letting redish vapor squirt out, though invisble to the naked eye, visable to those who would have strong enough techknowlegdly such as myself to pinpoint this defiance of pure power.- (Duece Minus First Post; his power to manipulate electromagnetism along with electrons.) (The Mercenary with the second post, apperantly power to do anything? I gave up in the fight for one do to the theories that would have to be used to form a shield against his Zero Point Energy, which still today is impossible to mass by HUMANS.)

The Ghastly figure of The Mercenary appeared upon the battlefield, floating about 6 inches from the ground by sheer force of will. His fingertips remained splayed apart, muscles fibrous and tight as if some entity had possession of his frame. Upon the face of this ebon skinned man would lie an expression of pure defiance. Before his opponent began to harness his power, The Mercenary spoke. Yet the voice that seeped forth was not of a man. Nay, it was as if The Devil himself had crawled from his throat.

"Come at me with everything you have...and pray to your god that it's enough..."

The game would begin. As Duece-Minus brought his hands up across his chest to initiate his own power, a somber blue glow glazed the body of the mercenary. His lips parted to reveal a frosty blue light within. The atoms in the air seemed to adhere to this light, pulling toward the mouth and fingertips of The Mercenary in beautiful frosty blue streaks. The temperature of the immediate area began to plummet dramatically. It fell so fast in fact that the water droplets in the atomosphere gave away to the shape of a sphere that surrounded The Mercenary. This sphere appeared to be made of frost Particles that bombarded the field that had near instantaneously erected would recieve all forms of incoming energy, only to to halt it upon contact. Fire, radiation, it all dissipated upon the loss of it it's kinectic prowess. Even sound would go unheard. The entire universe seemed to wail with a ghastly wind. Within the sphere, The Mercenary remained afloat. He had simply dropped the temperature around his bubble to a point of absolute zero molecular movement, while keeping the core of the sphere (himself) kinetically active. The Mercenary opened his mouth and spoke in a ghastly tone.

"Farewell..."

Suddenly, he began to expand the core by pushing out the field of zero point energy. It happened in an eyes blink. There was no flash, no sound, nothing. All that would occur is a sudden massive drop in temperature and the sapping of all the kinetic energy in the area outside of the stable field. The ZPE field sought to pass over Duece as well, and remove the kinetic energy from his very being. Such would instantaneously render him as nothing more but a lifeless mass of frozen matter.

(The Mercenary's post, unless I used powers not available for my character I can't block it, so he wins. Though it would be legal for me to lie and say my character can do the same move, it would be frowned upon, so don't think his win over Deuce--Minus = the End.)

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Quickhand on Tue Aug 08, 2006 12:32 am

Hand to hand.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Tue Aug 08, 2006 12:33 am

perfect...make the thread.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Quickhand on Tue Aug 08, 2006 12:39 am

No need. We're both online now, let's go to a room on the chat. #TheMidnightHour okay?

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Tue Aug 08, 2006 12:43 am

looking for you now.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:55 pm

LOL! You're so hung up on scorecard fighting that you've yet to even realize what's going on.

1. I take hits in order to give the fight a realistic aspect.

You haven't taken a single blow the whole fight, no matter how feasible the strike would have been you pull some b/s completely unrealistic dodge or block not bothering to pay any type of attention to obvious strength and weight differences between the two fighters. Then you had the nerve to say I was godmoding?

2. Another thing you wrote is was in violation of this forum's combat rules. It takes 5 direct hits to a bone with the intent to break in order to break it. Personally, I don't care for this rule because it's somewhat unrealistic. But the break you keep trying to claim is virtually impossible from your position because you don't have the leverage to generate the force it would require to break the bone.

Nowhere on this forum do the rules state that if someone is hit, the opponent gets to claim the damage. That also makes your little claim void. In honest, damage should be determined by logic, reason, and an applicable knowledge of combat physics.

So far, I've been nothing but amused with you. I could post the fight thusfar and point out all the obvious flaws, but I'm going to continue to fight you. I'll be in chat soon.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Quickhand on Tue Aug 08, 2006 10:14 pm

You love arguing don't you? Just tell me when you're in chat so I can finish you off. Make it quick, I've got things to do.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Wed Aug 09, 2006 12:20 am

You love arguing don't you?

I'll only argue if I know I'm right.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Wed Aug 09, 2006 6:03 pm

* _-Quickhand-_ "Meet me in the ring. You goin' down!" Young Joc, "It's Goin Down" would boom from the speakers, energizing the crowd as fireworks exploded from the ground at the entrance to the arena. He emerged from the smoke, his boxing robe enshrouding his body as the crowd was ecstatic to see there undefeated champion. He was being carried atop his throne, members of his entourage carrying him to the arena. He then dismounted the throne at the steps, as some lucky fan broke through the gate and got me to sign him an autograph. Afterwards he waved at his fans and made his way into the arena. He was 5'11, and about 150lbs. He was a super welterweight at the moment and he had dominated every weight class he had ever been in. He walked around the ring, awaiting the arrival of the Mercenary.

The Mercenary was kneeled in a desolate locker room, his hands wrapped tight. He clenched tight to the crucifix in his hand, praying to the Lord not for safety, but for forgiveness for what he is about to do. He rose and exited the locker room while pulling up the tight black shorts he opted to wear. "Face the Pain" by Stemm was his hymn to battle. There was no extravagant display of fireworks. It was just him, the octogon, and well...his victim. The Mercenary was classified as a heavyweight. 6'2, 220lbs, and covered from the neck down in battle scars. He entered the cage and slid on his fingerless gloves, clenching his fists tight. He looked at Quickhand and said nothing. With a shake of his head and a flex of his arms, he sought to speak not with his mouth, but with his fist...

* _-Quickhand-_ The referee asked "Are you ready?" to both fighters. They would both nod, and the battle would begin as he would remove his Philthy Rich Records robe, revealing his muscular body for a welterweight. He had grown into the size, and could hit as hard as a heavyweight. He was, however, well known for his speed despite his muscles. Little did anyone know, they were fast twitch muscles. From the outside it just looked like they were built to such extremeties it was questionable if they could experience pain, but on the inside, they were for much more than just show. The fighter seemEd to be bobbing his head to something, a toune going on inside of his head. He would then begin shuffling apprehensively into the range of Mercenary. Being in an orthodox stance, both arms held up with his hands tight to his chin, elbows tucked in to protect his ribs. He would close the distance between Mercenary and himself competely.

The Mercenary heard the sound of the bell and suddenly everything around the octogon went black. There was no one there but Quickhand. The demons began to speak to him, whispering a song of sadistic demands. The Mercenary changed his stance just as his opponent approached. he raised both hands at even height with his eyes, presenting open palms to his enemy..his sworn enemy. His right foot was positioned forward, elevated at the toe. A basic stance for muay thai kickboxing. He shuffled, keeping himself squared on his opponent at all times

* _-Quickhand-_ As he had stated before, he had completely closed the distance between himself and his sworn enemy, and since he had not protested it then it was a success. Being the shorter fighter, inside is where he wants to be. Getting inside the longer arms of the 6'2 fighter, he would accelerate an explosive, unseen left uppercut to the man's chin. His lead foot would be outside the lead foot of Mercenary, as was the desired position for a southpaw vs orthodox. The man with his foot on the outside has the power. He had his head towards the chest of Mercenary, almost laying in it as he would drive the uppercut upwards. Since the man ws taller, and I had gotten inside, it would come from below his eyesight.

Mercenary just because he was taller than his opponent did not mean he wasn't watching his chest and shoulders during the approach. He was certain that this fighter was a striker, and sought to make this match as uncomfortable for him as possible. When the two were within range, Quickhand made a grave mistake. He got damn near body to body with him. The Mercenary's hands extended beyond the head of Quickhand and hooked inward before drawing down toward the back of Quickhand's neck, aiming to clench. With his chin tucked into his chest, he grunted and ate the man's uppercut to the jaw. Adrenaline numbed him, focus taught him, hatred strengthened him. His right knee, which had been placed inside by the tactic of Quickhand, rose while he attempted to pull the man forward and down. The fast rising knee strike aimed to bury itself in the belly of Quickhand.

* _-Quickhand-_ As his head was being pulled downwards, he was forced to look down. Thus, he saw the rising knee and he rose his left leg to slam his kneecap against the man's right knee while simultaneously bringing his right elbow downwards against the man's kneecap, completely nullyfying the attack. As every man knows, a kick to the shin hurts a lot. The bone down there is very sensitive, plus with the impact of the elbow to the kneecap would be very painful. Maybe not to this guy though, who seemed to be able to cope well with pain. He'd then swing his head to my left which would be his right, breaking free of the hold on my neck and bringing his right foot forth. he would slide his right foot to the side, angling it so his ankle would be behind the ankle of Mercenary and the back of my knee would be to the back of his knee. He would then bring his right arm to the man's belly, and he'd attempt to push the man over, my right arm pushing him backwards while my right leg would be moving in the opposite direction, trying to trip him.

Mercenary was almost amused. The knee to knee contact would have been enough to stop the rising of the knee, but Quickhand made the mistake of trying to add some flare to it by dropping his elbow into the strike as well. From that position, where the knee is folded and the muscles in the thigh are bulged, striking the knee with the elbow was virtually useless...However, when he dropped his right elbow to throw the blow, the mercenary countered by releasing his left hand's hold around the back of the head snapping his left elbow in toward the right temple of Quickhand. His right hand, which was still on the back of Quickhand's neck at that particular point in time would jerk to the left, securing the head to that the forearm could meet the temple. This particular manuever would nullify keep the hold-break and throw attempt from even happening. [combo breaker!!!] due to the fact that he would have to deal with this offensive manuever before moving forward. (Time simply will not allow you to do so many moves in one turn uncombated. Sorry buddy)

* _-Quickhand-_ As his elbow had dropped to intercept the knee of Mercenary, his hand was still up by his temple, so the man's forearm or elbow shot, whichever it was would be blocked. Also, since the man had not dodged the knee to the shin the shin bone of the man would become slightly fractured. Not enough to stop the fight, but enough to make it hurt hella bad when he walked on that leg. Since the man's left arm was now on the outside of my right arm. This meant his body on his left side was left unguarded. Taking advantage he would explode a shovel hook into the mans unguarded ribs, turning his hip into the punch. The shovel hook was right handed, and he was right handed fighter. This was his power punch, his trump card. This could very well be the end of the fight. <end>

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It seems that my accepting that the knee to knee contact was enough to stop my knee to his stomach wasn't enough as acceptance of a strike to Mr. Quickhand. Quickhand actually believes that he's capable of fracturing the shin of a muay thai kickboxer with a knee-strike that goes from the ground up. Mind you, he has no leverage of anykind. He's just lifting his knee. I honestly think the blow to the stomach should have been taken because I had in him a  clench and used his body to gain leverage to throw a more powerful knee-strike. However, because I'm a good sport, I accepted his defense. However, I do not condone godmoding in any form.


Mercenary pain was a cancer. It was a signal sent by electronic pulses from the body to the brain. The mind of a soldier learned to cut pain from his mind. Right now, there was no pain. Though Quickhand believed a hairline fracture had formed in The Mercenary's shin, right now, there would be no pain. However, since he did slam his elbow against the right hand of his opponent, his opponent would be forced to draw back in order to even throw a shovel-hook. When he felt the hand draw back, he instantaneously dropped his left shoulder and thrusted his left shoulder toward Quickhand's abdomen while using his left arm to scoop toward the back of quickhand's right thigh. This would cause the hook to land on his arm, actually deflected in defense by the forward movement of the grappling motion. His head was position on the left side of quickhand, and his right hand was pressed toward quickhand's forearm. With his right foot he thrusted hard, pushing upward at roughly 40 degress. It was an attempt to perform a quick takedown.

* _-Quickhand-_ Since his head was already sort of brought down, his eyes were looking straight at the upper body of Mercenary. In other words, it was very easy for him to see the shoulder move and anticipate the incoming hand. He would perform a sort of one legged sprawl where he would send his right leg back, leaving the man's hand to grab air as my left arm would come over to brush against the outside of his left elbow, sending his arm to the side as I would use my quick footwork to juke to the left of Mercenary, my left arm riding his to then eventually snap up under his armpit and interlock his arm against his chest. Now pivoting behind the man, he would bring his right arm over to come from under his other armpit and lash across his chest, the right hand being locked in his curled up arm. He had the man in a yolk, his neck being squeezed tighter and tighter every second as he would lean down with it, trying to bring the taller man down some so I can put even more power into the yolk, squeezing with all his might as if his life depended on it. Would this be the end of the fight?

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And yet he can magically shuffle his way out of this pretty much point-blank range takedown? Then he had the nerve to say I was godmoding? In re-reading this, I almost consider quickhand not even worth fighting.


Mercenary: the little weasel scrambled back out of his grip, the grapple missed, but such was no big deal. When Quickhand sought to bear down and attempt his clench, he would be met by an opponent who refused to remain still. He pivoted just as his opponent came back toward him, remaining squared up on him. He raised both his fists and took a step back, putting some distance between the two, reassuming his stance. Once again, they were back at square one.

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Again, he tries another one of those over extensive manuevers only to have the combo broken again. Back at square one.

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RolePlayGateway is a site built by a couple roleplayers who wanted to give a little something back to the roleplay community. The site has no intention of earning any profit, and is paid for out of their own pockets.

If you appreciate what they do, feel free to donate your spare change to help feed them on the weekends. After selecting the amount you want to donate from the menu, you can continue by clicking on PayPal logo.

 

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