[Fighters Pit] Reality Check (Ximal)

by **Razkar** on June 16th, 2013, 11:32 pm

Razkar's feet left the ground and he felt like a child again. Not the "joy of flying" thing, more the "powerless in the hands of one twice as strong as you" aspect. But even as his body was jerked upwards and he went over Ximal's head, there was a small ember of satisfaction as he felt the crunch of his knee connecting, the smoothness of Ximal's move shatter and stagger and when the human let go, it was more of a hurl than a throw.

Far less disciplined that he had intended, and more eager to get the Myrian the hell away from him than simply putting down an adversary. Ordinarily, Razkar would have found that gratifying.

As it was, he was more concerned about his landing.

Razkar tried to tuck his head and shoulders and land with a roll but his trajectory was far too flat. With a grunt and a shuddering of flesh and bone he impacted on the sand belly- and face-first, and anyone who says sand is soft should slam into it from four feet in the air at speed.

Teeth gritted and, indeed, gritty with sand, Razkar let the momentum roll him on his side, over, over, over, until he could see the wall of the pit flashing towards him-

-threw out his arm to smack against the wall and stop him, arm trembling a little. Already-tired legs bunched up under him, feet planting back on the sand and he twisted himself up, planting his arms on the sand and-

-with half the muscles in his torso screeching at him, jerked back to his feet.

The human spoke and the words seemed to bully their way into his mind past his bulging, pounding heartbeat. Now he was breathing hard; now he was sweating... and as his tongue worked around in his mouth, he tasted the tang of coppery blood.

Razkar chuckled and hawked out a gob with sparks of crimson in it, smile crooked but still pleasurable.

"That hurt."

He said it the same way that another might say "Nice job!" and after a quick flex of his muscle, he started stalking back towards Ximal. He felt adrenaline coursing through him now, both numbing and and heightening his senses, knew better than to waste this rush. Afterwards his body would crash and every bruise would return with friends in his nerve endings, but for now...

For now, you have the battle you wanted, he thought, and felt his gnosis as a delicious burn on his skin, so fight it!

Once the human was ready Razkr sped up, stalk becoming a jog until they were close enough to strike. He bunched up his right fist and cocked it back, throwing a feint that pulled back halfway to Ximal-

-jabbing out his left, a mirror of his past moves, and again he pulled it back-

He had to fight smarter now. The human, this Ximal, had seen his move coming, had sensed or seen his muscles moving in shoulders and hips, the physical tells that Razkar had been trained to look for himself. And only now, with bruises on his body and strength battered, did he realize that? Only now was he taking it into account?

Too long fighting vermin, boy, when you should have been fighting warriors.

Razkar tucked back his arms and lashed out with his right foot, aiming a sweeping kick high at Ximal's side-

-then slamming it back down vertically to the sand before the human could block it or snap out one of those lightning hands to grab it, using the momentum of its slice back to the ground to jerk his body forwards-

-and snapping out his bent arms into a double-fisted punch aimed at the human's chest, just below his ribcage. Part of him doubted both or even either would connect, mind already seeing the big bastard twist or sidestep away-

-so he planned to twist his body to his right and bring up his left knee with the motion, aiming a desperate blow at Ximal's pelvis. Hip, thigh, groin, he didn't care where it hit, as long as it did-

And if it didn't, they'd be up close and personal.

Razkar smiled grimly. Another mountain to climb...

by **Ximal** on June 17th, 2013, 12:50 am

The myrian went skidding across the sands asn Xi centred himself awaiting his rise from the ground. Something within Xi told him that this was one warrior that was not going down without a challenge. As he rose the myrian spat to the side before replying With a rather approving "That hurt"more like a congratulations than anything else. Xi took a slow breath and thought things through. Now i know why i like fighting myrian's so much...They fight like true warriors...Or at least don't go down without a fight. Xi smiled and began to close the gap at the same pace as the myrian closing in on him. The left punch into a pull back plain distraction. Xi saw through that the same way he saw through it all the others. Watching Raz's torso the muscle inflections indicating what he needed to know. The high right torso kick swept into a closing step, and from the positioning possibly a set up.

Xi lifted his arms both out in-front of him hands half open to deal with whatever he needed too arms marring his chest from view. The added momentum of the downwards kick though acted like a snapping force forwards. and Xi saw the punches coming twisting his arms out flat he let both his forearms absorb the punches his feet balancing on the balls of them around his toes his heels now acting like a shock absorber for that blow. Xi smirked though possibly a little prematurely as he saw the myraina before him pivot his body in with a sweeping knee to his side, aiming at his pelvis. Using a shift of his knees he crouched lower dropping his height it intercept the myrian's knee with his elbow. A similar block to the first kick the myrian used with his shin, but Xi planned to sue the extra strength of the knee to his advantage. The two hard bones collided and Xi's right arm went flying upwards. Shifting the upwards momentum from the knee into something Xi snapped out his right arm like a loaded spring at Raz's face slipping his fist up and over Raz's arm eliminating the possibility of a block from that side. The attack was a full force feint again this was to fully draw Razkar's attention to the fact he was about to be hit in the face not the fact he was balancing on one leg which Xi was about to exploit with his first kick in this bout. Xi shifted all his weight onto his rear right leg and snapped out a sharp and heavy low kick to Razkar's right shin. The force of the blow would hopefully if it connected knock out the myrian's leg from him which Xi would then immediately capitalize on, dropping onto his knee with his right leg. His left would then twist lightly and stop it's motion to support his front as he brought his left arm out of the blocking purgatory it was held in to drive a full body weight blow into Raz's chest.

by **Razkar** on June 17th, 2013, 1:46 am

Thick forearms slammed together like iron gates and Razkar's fists hammered into them, doing about as much damage as a rock hammer on a mountain. He felt the impact ripple through Ximal's arms but knew instantly the big man would absorb it, redirect it-

-so he followed through with the knee but the hulking human dropped lower, elbows blocking him and Razkar gave a snarl in frustration as he was stymied again-

-before his eyes widened in surprise as a fist as wide as his face exploded towards him.

He jerked his upper body backwards, ripping his face away from that darting hand, left foot hitting the sand again-

-just as Ximal's foot lashed out and caught him hard and heavy in the right shin.

Razkar yelped again, something between a growl and a snarl, right leg bending and his knee slamming into the sand, both men now crouching low, Razkar pulling his arms back, knowing that something much worse was coming than that destabalizing blow-

-and like the wrath of the gods Ximal's left arm came stabbing towards him like a prophecy fulfilled.

Razkar twisted desperately to his right, trying to deny Ximal the broad target of his chest, right arm going from straight to bent as he jerking his forearm out to the side, aiming to throw off the hammer-blow leveled at his chest-

-but it hit all the same, a glancing blow but enough to rattle every rib on one side of his body, keeping it twisting-

Move with it!

Razkar growled as pain and adrenaline flooded through him, both choked and augmented by the anger that he was losing, and knew he was, forcing himself to turn his enemy's tactics against him-

That's it!

-and he swung his left elbow at the side of Ximal's head, hand bent inwards so it was almost touching his shoulder. He knew the human might raise his right arm to block it, denying him yet another hit-

-and if he did, Razkar would snap his arm straight, reaching behind Ximal's arm and wrapping his hand around the left side of the humans head, then heave both himself and the human to the side (Razkar's left, Ximal's right) and aim to slam the big bastard's head into the sand. And if Ximal simply swayed away from his elbow, Razkar would snap his arm straight anyway and hammer a backhanded fist into his face, then worry about rolling away from the shaggy-haired monster and rearranging his ribcage...

by **Ximal** on June 17th, 2013, 1:48 pm

The battle had taken a rather uncertain turn Xi had meant to knock Raz onto his back and then finish him off with a powerful full weight hammer blow to the chest but instead he'd been forced to modify it into a powerful straight from a drop to a crouch. Raz had twisted with the blow and turned it from a bone smasher into a rib rattler. A glancing strike still carrying a lot of force. Xi smiled widely and felt as if he'd finally felt as if he'd met someone he could take himself to the next gear on. The level above his current plateau as what he was doing at current was working but the myrian barely seemed to feel it. The close quarters battle was difficult even for Xi to handle the flurry of blows from Raz came fast a sharp elbow to the temple Xi rolled his head back to try and void it and then saw a move he'd just used be adopted into his opponent's style...Xi knew he couldn't fully avoid it and was going to have to take a strong blow to the face. But he didn't have to take the full brunt of it. Instead Xi rolled his head down and to the side lightly taking the full force of the blow against the thick bone of his forehead.Now his ears were ringing from the force of the impact and xi blinked twice with it...Still grinnign then Xi brought himself to show Razkar how to use an evolved version fo teh technique from earlier.

Xi had only been working on it through seeing it a simple double handed blow to the chest and Xi had already improved on it by combining it with a simple secondary set up technique which could help amplify it';s power and surprise lethality. Xi drew his arms back sharply leaning back his chest keeping his eyes on Raz. Xi then brough the edged of his hands down and like knife edge chops to both of of the large muscles connecting to raz's shoulders from his neck. as they would connect or be blocked however Xi had already begun to work on phase two. He'd roll his wrists and compact his forearms via shifting his shoulders back, and then snap out the full force of his shoulders biceps and fore arms whilst simultaneously twisting his wrists amplifying the force of both fists. Even if this hit was blocked the force behind it would be enough to help create a gap between them which he could then capitalize on further. by pulling his arms back and then rising up from his knee and bringing his rear right leg forwards in a sharp knee blow to Raz's stomach. "Razkar of the Shorn Skulls...I wonder if you should change that to "Razkar of the Immortals" I've never had somebody take this many hits and still remain concious let alone standing...You've earned a great deal of my respect." Xi smirked and then slid his feet back across the ground keeping his stance solid so as to be ready for any surprise and snapshot blows.

by **Razkar** on June 17th, 2013, 10:51 pm

The human's head tried to twist out of the way but Razkar's desperation was rewarded with the delicious impact of his elbow across his-

-rock-like forehead, and Razakr's feral grin was marred with pain. Still, it dazed Ximal, rocking him backwards... and Razkar shoulder never have given him the space to move.

The humans arms snapped out and above and down like executioners axes, chopping down at that evil little spot between his neck and shoulders. He knew from experience how painful and almost paralyzing such a blow could be and jerked up both his arms, muscles straining now from the exertion, palms upwards to deflect or block-

-blocking Ximal's left before it could strike, chopping hand slamming into his open palm and leaving a stinging bruise-

-but his own left was too slow, and Ximal's right hand chopped down onto his clavicle. The Myrian snarled in anger as everything south of his left arm went numb or stung like bees were rioting in his marrow, snapping out his left fist into a short, nasty punch at Ximal's chest-

-but the human's arms were already moving again, some intricate rolling, shifting, stretching, Ximal moving his body back even as Razkar's groaned up at him from every muscle-

Razkar saw his knee begin to rise as they broke contact and desperately lashed down with his hands together, or trying to, left arm simply not listening to his brain, right hand knocked away by the rocketing knee like a spider web before a speeding bird-

The Myrian went backwards as something exploded in his stomach, diaphragm nearly crushed, impact knocking him back upwards and nearly onto his feet. Despite the air crushed from his lungs and his senses his reeling, he went with the movement, staggering back and back until he hit the Pit wall, arms slamming against it to absorb some of the shock.

Ximal spoke... and praised him. Standing on trembling legs, torso bruised and battered, every breath tearing at his lungs like knives... and still looking fresh, poised and alert. The Myrian smiled crookedly, as if too tired to tug up both corners of his mouth.

"And I haven't had a barbarian give me this kind of beating since..." he chuckled; it was a dry, tired sound, but one brimming with strange mirth "... Goddess, I cannot even remember. You have fought me to a standstill, Ximal. And now..."

He raised both his hands, strong breath steadying them lest they shake before the human. Palms facing Razkar, he flicked both his fingers towards himself, an unmistakable and multiversal symbol any warrior or amazon would know.

Bring it on.

Razkar slid one foot back, mirroring the stance the human took earlier, weight balanced on the balls of his feet. Already he could feel his muscles tire, but adrenaline, the throb of his gnosis and sheer, hard-won tenacity kept him standing... and his arms raised, ready for the human's charge.

"One last clash, barbarian," Razkar rasped, putting more respect into the last word than many would have thought possible.

by **Ximal** on June 18th, 2013, 12:41 am

The combinations had worked and the knee strike had sent him more or less flying...Xi knew just how heavy that knee strike was...he'd dented plate mail with that blow...He could only imagine the pain Raz was probably going through. Xi brought himself slightly forwards resting his foot back on the ground and solidifying his stance. he could feel his reserves of stamina beginning to dwindle...But his muscles would not betray him he took a slow deep breath feeding them oxygen. His arms shifting into another stance, this one marked for pure assault. Left arm out in-front of him again but this time his right hand was raised to his right pectoral like a boxer might stand however with one difference. He fingers of his hands were curled into fists but facing outwards away from himself. Xi brought himself into a solid stance again taking a slow breath and mitigating his fatigue as the myrian before him fell back into some sort of stance trying to control and limit the shaking. This man had more endurance for pain than anyone he'd ever met. And Xi was growing a large amount of respect for him. There was one however who fell upon the same kind of margins of pain management as him a man he'd met back in sunberth when he was still only learning his craft. A man named kreig.

The mutual respect was returned from Razkar himself, Xi couldn't help but smirk a little more sincerely. It was rare he found someone with enough skill to fight him to his upper limits with a weapon let alone his own preferred style. The motion Razkar made was the signal that his legs weren't listening to him any-more, all they were doing was holding him up. Xi closed the distance this time, the masked respect into the word "barbarian". "Well Razkar, as all myrians have their titles and clan names...I'm sure they had to start somewhere...I'll see if you think i deserve one when this bout is over. Because, i honestly would hate to fight a man of your calibur to the death...I cant get over the shocking feeling that i'd be losing. So now Myrian...This looks to be the last clash. At least for some time." Xi smiled honestly the word myrian masked with the same respect and sense of understanding that Razkar had used with the word Barbarian. The myrian mirrored Xi's own footing and Xi was ready this was the last clash.

Xi closed the gap with a moments notice his left arm snapping out a series of randomly placed jabs all of which focused on speed not power, as his right then joined the foray, as his left arm snapped back from it's final jab Xi brought his right arm up and over in a sharp elbow aimed at Raz's jaw. Supposedly, instead is actual target was to miss his jaw and hit lower at Raz's sternum. The slow motion, fast motions were there for him to show that even when weakened by fatigue he could still keep up the same pace. Xi's breaths were slow and calculated, rather than ragged and harried.

by **Razkar** on June 18th, 2013, 1:28 am

Razkar's smile twitched a little at the idea of gifting a Myrian title to a barbarian, even though it was not within his power to give it. Only the Council or the Goddess-Queen herself could add titles and thus power to one of her warriors... but he had the sneaking suspicion that a fighter of Ximal's prowess could be an exception.

He had little time to ponder that, however, because in a blink and a whipping of billowing clothes, the human charged him.

Ximal's left arm was a blur of movement, jabs snapping forth everywhere, but Razkar knew enough now to recognize a feint... especially one he had tried only a few chimes before. "Blind 'em with Tskanna shit", as one of his instructors back in Taloba called it, throwing up a dazzling front, hiding your real attack-

-the right elbow snapping towards his jaw-

-and Razkar was already sliding to his left on tired legs, away from the jabbing left arm that he knew was no real threat (yet), seeing the big human's shoulder drop slightly, elbow swinging-

Razkar twisted to his right, dropping down as he did so, bending screeching knees and swinging his left fist in a tight cross at Ximal's right kidney, ducking under the elbow-

-or would have, had his jaw been the real target. But Razkar's breastbone was, and as he lowered his body to avoid the blow he thought was heading for his jaw-

-he put his face right in the path of it.

The Myrian had about two heartbeats to comprehend what was about to happen and grit his teeth in outrage, directed inwards, keeping his body twisting, his left hand moving-

-the elbow connecting solid and hard with the left side of his face like a hammer blow-

-and he howled out his agony as his head snapped back like it had been hit by a sledgehammer-

-left fist still moving, swinging tight regardless of the pain above his neck, Razkar hoping he'd at least get that blow in-

-lashing out vertically with his left leg as he did so, aiming for Ximal's crotch and pelvis, knowing that even if he hit it, his balance was shot, his legs finally reaching their limit-

He blinked, or tried to, as his final two blows of the fight launched from his left side. The hot sand beckoned, and he would welcome it with bitter satisfaction. Razkar would go down, and hard... but not without a fight.

OOCSo, after your reply to this, I think we should go to a new thread for the armed combat. It would make it much more manageable, for one, easier to grade for another and, finally, would maximize our chances for rewards. Sound good?

by **Ximal** on June 18th, 2013, 2:20 am

Xi had unleashed hell and gone for an all out attack rather than an absolute defence meaning that his power was going to hit like a truck but he could be more focused on assault. However his dodging and blocking would suffer tremendously. Sacrificing well being for pure power was not something he did often but in the cases where his foe would just not fall...It was necessary sacrifice. Xi drew down a deep breath. The myrian had learned how to defend against the sheer onslaught of speedy powerless and effortless punches with his left and was preparing for the powerful right of his elbow. However raz countered his blow the wrong way and instead lined up his head with the elbow that was now hurtling at him like a meteorite. XI hadn't been able to stop the bow that Razkar had thrown however the solid swing at his lower torso was going to hit whether Xi liked it or not. But he had a split second decision to make take it on the kidney and suffer immense agony...Or take it in the side and run the risk of losing the ability to rotate there without feeling sheer pain.

Xi gritted his teeth and rotated his body rolling up onto the balls of his feet hooping that it would help in defusing the pain...But no it still hit like an isurs hammer. Xi couldn't help but now show a brief flicker of pain across his face. He was glad he hadn't been hit by too may of those...especially now that the adrenaline surge was wearing off slowly...He was going to be feeling every single sore on his body later. Albeit not many but the brutality of the inflicted blows would surely show. However that wasn't Razkar's final gambit. No he lashed out with his leg and tried to kick Xi in the pelvis a straight kick and Xi had to deflect that one or risk being on the ground at the same time as his opponent. Xi brought his left free hand down with a straight hard blow against the hard shin-bone of Raz, pushing the kick off course with a strong left. Xi gritted his teeth and gave Raz a brief flash of a smile as he spoke seeing the myrian finally falling. "If you wish to challenge me again...I'll be here tomorrow...Though that will be my last day..." Ximal would finally finish the bout with the attack he started it with, albeit altered. A twisting motion from the punch at the myrian's shin to a hard stomach strike with the back of his left fist...Hopefully that would be an end to this and he would start his next one tomorrow.

by **Radiant** on July 6th, 2013, 9:21 am

Razkar :

Ximal :

Notes :

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.

Skill	XP Earned
Unarmed Combat	+5 XP
Brawling	+4 XP
Wrestling	+1 XP
Acrobatics	+2 XP

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+2 XP
Brawling	+3 XP
Boxing	+2 XP
Wrestling	+1 XP
Acrobatics	+1 XP

Completed [Fighters Pit] Reality Check (Ximal)