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Master vs. Mercenary

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Fri Aug 04, 2006 4:27 pm

Setting: Wetlands; The Rumble In the Jungle


<Master> -= Waltzing carefully through the thick muck that was spread around him, he stood waist deep in black water as he took his position in a semi wide horse stance. This caused the algae to pool up upon his sternum, creating a nasty cessation of his normally pristine appearance. =-

* Mercenary tilts his head to realign the disks in his spine. He opted for jungle BDUs and matching boots for this battle. With a smile, he shifted his stance into a right-side dominant L-stance and elevated his right foot to stand on his toe. His hands rose, palms out, equal in height with his eyes with the elbows bent slighly. Muay Thai in the jungle, in waist deep water. This should be good. "Well?"

<Master> -= Master replied, "Let's do this." - and promptly dove into the water. His form cut a high splash as he did this, sinking his body to the lower part of the ground to swim towards him, out of sight. =-

* Mercenary was rather unimpressed already. The water was waist deep, meaning that if he were to dive and swim underneath, he'd still leave a wake. The Mercenary just watched the water's movements and waited. His right foot shifted slightly. When the head of the "V" shaped wake was within his striking range, he thrusted his knee foward, safely assuming that he would have possibly struck his swimming opponent in the face.

<Master> -= Noting that this was the reason for his intentional motion to make a large splash, he waited for exactly the right moment, digging his left foot into the mud a bit to halt his movement before reaching the striking zone. As the foot passed narrowly before him, he kicked back with his right foot in the water to propel his body forward, shooting his body up from the water enough to bring his right knee into a slamming motion for the inside t
<Master> high of his foe, mainting it underwater. =-

* Mercenary smirked as he felt his knee strike nothing, so it was replanted just as if he had taken a large step. However, the move had been broadcasted more than master had probably hoped. When he rose out of the water so swiftly, it was obvious that he was coming with an agenda. In response to the water-bound knee his opponent thrusted, he thrusted forth his own left thigh, taking the blow with the hard meat of his quadricep instead of the interior. Simeltaneously, he thrusted forth both his fists, the left toward the abdomen, and the right toward the chin. This particular manuever was known as the "bolting horse".

<Master> -= His form up a bit too high in the water to redirect the attack, he frowned, covering up with a clench of the teeth, as his attack struck the conditioned leg of his foe rather than the unprotected nerves. His leg immediately straighened out as he felt the impact, allowing his body to glance off of his foe's leg and carry him a bit further upward, striking at Mercenary's chin with his forearm. =-


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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:17 pm

(I'm going to pick it up here. Respond whenever.)

The Mercenary's fists had struck the meaty forearms of Master, Bolting Horse failed. Forearm to forearm The Mercenary absorbed the blow. The sting of colliding muscles was satisfactory. This is what he had missed all these years. The sting of battle. The recoil from the blow aided him in drawing back his arms. However, when Master began to rain down his forearm, The Mercenary angled his own parallel with the incoming one. He had given the Mercenary a potentially fruitful opportunity.

The Impact of the collision caused him to drop back his left foot in the muck while simeltaneously turning his hips. It was time to execute! The Mercenary's right hand swept toward Master's left arm, aiming to strike him with a slap on the outside of the arm.
This manuever, in combination with the turn of the hips, was designed to throw Master away from him while turning to square up with him. The attempt had been made...the rest was in the hands of lady luck.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Mon Aug 07, 2006 3:40 pm

Failing to strike with his forearm only to be met with a slap against the offending limb, Master had little opportunity to avoid this slap. He attempted to turn his body to meet the attack, rather meeting the slap of a sting than the pain of whatever recourse would hit him had he been knocked off course into a throw or lock. As he reached the apex of his motion, he allowed the strike that landed upon his arm deflect his velocity enough to bring him to directly face his opponent as he sunk back down to the bottom of the water with his feet.

Feeling his left foot touch down, he brought his right hand snapping forward across the surface of the water, angled to barely strike with extended fingers a dagger strike to the soft tendons on the inside of Mercenary's wrist. Letting his right foot drift for a moment as he edged his landed left foot into the top few inches of mud beneath him, his eyes felt the same sting of combat become apparent in his now reddening arm.
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:41 pm

Like two lions dueling, The Master and The Mercenary were once against squaring up with each other. The Mercenary's eyes narrowed as his opposition darted forth his hand in what was known as a "bird's fist" He was unsure as to where his opponent sought to strike, but nevertheless, he reacted. His hands, both of them, drew back, keeping his palms forward for defensive purposes. When the bird-fist closed in, The Mercenary flicked his left wrist and brought down his hand in an attempt to slap the hand downward, Keep the paws of his assailant at bay. Sometimes the best defense was a good offense. Hopefully the slapping block would sting his opponent's hand enough to keep them to himself. As that blow was being thrown through, the mighty right fist of the Mercenary thrusted forth in a jab aiming to strike the left collarbone with the straight jab. Fight, mighty lions! Fight till there is nothing left!
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Mon Aug 07, 2006 6:31 pm

The time hardened technique allowed his body to flow right into the movement he had set up - his right foot already off the ground, it moved off to the right and back a bit, moving his body weight to follow. His hand sunk into the water, braking its speed upon the water, causing the splash he had angled with his attack to splay out, aiming upwards into the cat's eyes. His attack, lightly aimed to strike only to feint, was immediatly turned into a full splash of the water as it sunk in. With his hand already slowed and moving slightly down, causing the slap from the opponent to glance from his fingers as nothing had happened. His position already off to the right and slightly back, he brought his left arm up in a side block-like defensive position to deflect whatever was left of the straight that was aimed for the position his body was in just a moment before. Following up to counter with a reverse punch to his opponent's left side, aiming hard for the ribs as he pushed off with his left leg, his right hand darted back in directly after the feint, passing over the arm of his foe that was now under the murky water. His puma-like form came into its true agility, bringing his mind to reality.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Mon Aug 07, 2006 7:32 pm

With a flick of the wrist, he had successfully warded off the bird fist. And He had managed to do so without committing his entire arm to the battle. His opponent's arm made a dive for the water and caused a torrent of water to rise. The blow to the water caused the water to react, and Poseidon's haven was not pleased. Water displeased and displaced is also non-discriminatory. Perhaps this could also work in his favor as well. Though he could not see at that moment, The Mercenary felt that his jab had been intercepted. His rear set foot dropped back immediately, trying to place space between the two of them as the waters settled. It was all happening so fast!

The rear step caused the reverse punch to glance across his abdomen, knuckles dragging. That was definitely going to be an abrasion. However, a golden opportunity had arisen. When the punch was sideblocked, the elbow of The Mercenary's left arm swiveled and looped underneath, putting The Master's forearm on the outside of his own. As the reverse punch would travel it's path, the Mercenary's left fist rose at a 45 degree angle, aiming to strike Master under the chin. His right forearm flexed and braced against the Master's left forearm, keeping it off the playing field. And since Master decided to add some push to his blow, his body was most likely heading for disaster in the form of an uppercut.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Tue Aug 08, 2006 8:13 am

Left with little option, Master drove forward, barrelling into the uppercut. He held his jaw fast as he took the brunt of the impact directly to his lower mandible, turning his head only slightly to change the point of impact enough degrees to avoid the knockout. Like a titan receiving blows from one of his brethren, he knew he would not last long and maneuvered to expend his energy ending this fight quickly. With his body in contact with his foe's, he could feel the weight and position of his counterpart with gentle fluidity - and allowed his eyes to drift downward, to the water, only to be covered apathetically by their lazy protective implements, shutting them to the world of optics.

His right foot skidded across the bottom, carrying his weight with it as he shoved off completely with his left. As his body was being shoved forward into the extended arm of his foe, he brought his visible right arm up and out in a shot aimed to pass by his foe's left ear. Sinking his left hand into the water to diminish the effect of friction as he let it drift, his weight carried him into his foe. Using the momentum which would not last long in this water, he pressed in upon Mercenary, utiliizing the left arm as a guide for his motion. Aiming for the aptly and ironically named anaconda choke, he would press the arm of his foe into his own body, and use his shoulder to compress the form that was his opponent - pushing his already backpedalling body into an off balance tumble - and disallowing the return of his spent uppercut to a resting position. His shoulder drove directly for the exposed underarm, passing directly along the sharp line cut by his opponent's tricep.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Tue Aug 08, 2006 11:39 pm

Success with the uppercut! But it had not rendered his opponent unconcious. He was still coming, still vigilant. "I will break you..." The Mercenary thought to himself. It was with open arms that he greeted Master's hold. The previously uppercutting left arm of The Mercenary tensed and looped back down, aiming to coil around the neck of his opponent. The Master's shoulder in his ribs formed a bruise that made The Mercenary smile. Oh sweet delicious pain, it told him that he was still alive.

The Mercenary shuffled backward in a staggering motion, trying desperately to keep himself afoot. Such a daunting task in the water! The right arm reached underneath the body of The Master, seeking to grasp Mercenary's left wrist and synch in the lock.The lock was designed to choke the neck while also pressing the side of the opponent's face against the side of the body to minimize movement...Now if he could just get his other wrist!

With his rearward shuffling, The Mercenary hunched his back out to resist the squeeze of the anaconda lock. His dropping of his knee in a half squat to lower his position would not only aid with keeping him afoot, but it would also possibly bring his opponent's head underwater. With his teeth exposed, The Mercenary was seething at this lips, hissing a venomous sound.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Wed Aug 09, 2006 1:06 pm

Accepting his doom with overeager pleasure, Master allowed this to show as the downward motion tugged him down into the water. His head tucked in as he kicked off the ground, allowing his body to lean into his now sinking opponent, pushing him a bit further down. As he feet were now kicking off the bottom, he pivoted his body upon the lock that was closing upon his chest, using it as a turn point for his motion. Allowing the subnormal physics situation from behind suspended in the water to push his body up into the air, he kicked his legs once more as they lifted from the water, carrying him over his foe now, hopefully pushing him under the water as Master's head would come back up. Being careful in this maneuver to hold his head tucked and his grip tight, he let his instinct fly as his body performed the physical equivalent of the verb.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mercenary on Thu Aug 10, 2006 4:53 am

The scuffle in the tea colored waters had been brief. Just as The Mercenary thought it was about to get the upperhand on his opponent, it seemed as though Master started thrashing. The Mercenary felt his body being forced back and dropped back his left leg, continuing to tread backward. It was when the legs of Master thrashed from the water and he attempted to throw himself airborne that The Mercenary chose to just...go with it. Instead of trying to choke Master down, he aided in lifting Master off the ground by his head. One hand reached to grab the back of Master's pants by the belt. He wanted to lift him high, so that his legs may find the heavens. And from there...he would toss him from glory, and straight to the pit of hell.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Remæus on Thu Aug 10, 2006 7:54 am

Taken aback at suddenly becoming so successful, Master felt his body over rotate from the added motion of his foe. Letting his grip slide a bit as he arched his back to accomodate the change in velocity, he hurriedly brought his legs about into the water, bracing himself as he cupped his foe's neck, having slid his left hand to the position of the clench. His right hand, having released with the arm to grip upon Mercenary's left bicep, was equally rested in relaxed circumstance. As Master felt his feet hit the bottom, the droplets of water that had dissipated from the high splash of impact were continuing to decay into a fine mist, surrounding the two as they stood there in a face off - a duel of truly worthy opponents.

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