The Fight Club

Mortus only watched Andre defeat Blaze easily. he had no reason to assit her. He was th leader and had to remain as such. Mortus could not jump into a fight to save Blaze from her idiocy and hot temper. he really didnt ant Lumieire to fight, but the was fight club and she was allowed the fight.

Isley sighed. That definitely didn't look good. It happened pretty fast, too. either he'd overestimated Blaze or this guy was good. Either way, was he going to have to fight...? This was a group fight or something, right? So... He sighed and shook his head, looking at Candle-girl... Lumieire, that was her name! It seemed she wanted to fight the guy as well, which he was fine with either way, but...

"Um... Would you mind if I took my turn...? As Blaze's partner, I guess..." He scratched his head. This was a difficult situation. If he continued and asked to fight first, he'd actually be obligated to try... He sighed. Troublesome. Very troublesome indeed.

Blaze got out of the arena, she tried to not look like she was in pain from her injury so that she wouldn't get kicked out of the club. She sat down and you could tell on her face that she was uncomfortable. She needed a bag of ice, but didn't want anyone to know she was injured.
She mumbled to herself "Go get him, Isley."
She turned her body to watch the match that was going to happen, she exhaled deeply cause of the pain.
This fight would be interesting to watch.

Jeremy had pretty much zoned out and into reminicing past fights he had for the rest of the drama that followed. He had slowly walked toward the ring during this and by the time he came to, a fight was happening. Bla-Blaze had just been kicked in the back, badly. She switched out with Isley and he watched with a concerned expression. "Bla- Blaze. Think you could hold very still and don't attack me." He pulled a wickedly sharp needle and then turned it to the dull side. "This should stop an senses in the nerves so the pain will disappear, just get it iced later..." With adept speed and accuracy he hit a few spots on the girl's back. "Hopefully it helps..." Jeremy put away the needle and turned to look at the ring. "Isley. Take care of your partner after this match she needs it."

He walked into the ring and waved at the kid. "Andrew right? You've got some legs and nice job." He scratched the back of his head smiling. "Sorry my words sound perverted...and Lumi you might find the page on Sora missing. I prefer you don't keep records on me..." Jeremy smiled and removed his jacket. The agency would literally kill him if it got shredded.

(Ooc: I had no internet. I spologize for the delay. Currently using my phone.)

Blaze took a deep breath to try to endure the pain of the needle.
The needle was felt like a hot pain going down her scar. She tried really hard not to lay out a cry. Once Jeremy took out the needle she exhaled to release the pain.
She whispered "Thank you." To pretty boy.
She told herself that she would get up and hide behind the bar to get a pack of ice, when Mortus wouldn't be paying attention.
For the mean time she was focused on the arena.
She thought "People from this club are actually nice, they're not all soul less people who have nothing else better to do then hurt other people."

Elaine raised her eyebrows at the fight by Mortus. "Not much of a show." She quickly glared at the sky blue-haired guy who said she was fighting, but quickly saw he got a new partner. She gave a little sigh of relief and walked over to the bar. "Chilled sake please..." She was feeling dizzy and needed a pick-me up, which came quickly and she downed the bottle. "Whose fighting now?"

A moment later she saw the hothead of the club, Blaze in a fight. She went down quickly and it seemed it was due to her back. "How odd..." She left a tip for the tender and slinked off to the ring. She noticed the blue hair guy was up and some other guy. To the side was the battle profiler, or so Raine named her. "Profiler, have anything on Sora over there?" She gestured at Jeremy with a turn of her head.

Isley sighed softly and walked into the edge of the arena, stretching and massaging the back of his neck. It was the gesture of someone who was not in the least bit concerned about the upcoming battle. Isley, though, didn't mean it in this way. He was genuinely trying to work out some kinks in his back and shoulders that he'd gotten from sleeping on a bench.

While doing this, he thiught to himself about what he would do during the battle. He felt like using something like Taekwondo, or maybe Capoeira. Both were valid options, he supposed. Of course, he usuallt mixed his fighting styles to make it more interesting. The guy he was fighting didn't really look like. Someone who relied on power, so focusing on a counter might not help him much, as the guy was less likely to just charge in. Probably better to wait and see, he decided with a small nod, taking a neutral position, with his knees slightly bent and arms at his side, on one side of the arena. The neutral position wasn't actually a formal pose, more of a habit. And not necessarily a good one, either, as it made it hard to get a good attack off occasionally at the start of a fight.

With his opponent in the arena, Jeremy hopped up and down a bit, impatient to get a move on. He looked around trying to find a weapon that was harmless enough to not hurt serious but get the nerve points. A spoon flew across his face and he caught it. A very angry guy was glaring right at him. "That's the guy whose milk I drank? Sorry!!" He called to the guy and turned to face Isley. "Well lets get started!!"

He began a charge and a roundhouse kick to his opponents stomach. If this guy was good he would be able to block this speedy attack. If not....well Jeremy might have put his hopes to high on this guy.

Double post sorry.

Isley hadn’t expected such a bold start to the match. It was likely to be a feint, but this Jeremy could always be too arrogant and overconfident in the speed of his kicks. Well… There were many options that it could be, but Isley could count out a number of them right off the bat. But then, he didn’t really have time to think about the motives of the kick that was currently rushing towards his abdomen.

He swung his left leg back at the same time that his hands shot towards the kick in a fluid motion. The kick itself was not altogether too fast for him to dodge, but there was a better opportunity to be gained from this. The kick moved towards his hands as one made a scooping motion under its path, and with the second hand he blocked the kick with his arm, taking the moment to wrap both arms about the leg.

With one hand under the thigh and the other closer to the calf, he could theoretically have broken the leg with slight adjustments. Such a thing would end the fight quickly and decisively, but this was practice, and he was not such a position to do something of that sort. Instead he threw his arms up, throwing Jeremy off balance, and took advantage of the gap that was left between them as Jeremy stumbled backwards. He whirled on the ball of his right foot, spinning in a circle, placed his left foot down and launched up, still spinning another full turn, and let his right foot travel outward as his body tilted in the air. As his body neared finishing the spin, his foot scythed downward towards the off-balance target.

(NOTE: This kick is a 720 tornado axe kick. If anyone is confused with the description, here’s a bit simpler one: Isley spun once on his grounded foot, stepping with his other as he jumped into the air while spinning again and his body tilted to be close to horizontal in the air and his foot, which was sticking out, fell downward towards Jeremy. In looks, it’s closer to a spinning hook kick, since his body tilts in the air, but it hits the same way as an axe kick, albeit diagonal, so that’s how I listed it.)