[The Spinning Coin] Ascending Higher (Closed)

by **Stitch** on November 2nd, 2010, 9:21 pm

51st Day, Fall of 510 A.V. In the Spinning Coin, the hours slipping late into the night.

The man resembled a Nuit in Aura, almost down to an exact science. There was something else though, something boiling beneath the surface, and Stitch couldn't figure out what it was. The blind man had been sitting in the back, pulled up the long bar, sipping idly on a glass of water while he checked out the owner of the place. Gene Duval was his name, and he was an interesting individual. People shied away from them, as if they could see what Stitch saw. A cold and uncaring Aura that had no time for play, no time for anything but the business at hand. And from what Stitch saw, this entire building was his business. The gambling, the pig racing, the fighting... It was all owned by the man. He owned it, and he controlled it. Stitch had watched him take on a unruly customer, one twice his size, and Duval had downed the man with a single punch. A simple strike to the jaw, one that Stitch hadn't even been able to see. The man had just been threatening Duval, and then, just like that, his jaw was broken and he was in a heap on the floor. Duval had simply grabbed him by the arm, dragged him across the floor, then thrown him out the door. Thrown.

Stitch had originally been going to ask the man a few questions, perhaps meet a new friend. After getting a glance at his stormy Aura though, and then watching him manhandle a customer who had simply shot off his mouth... Stitch was happy to watch from afar.

The blind man wasn't the only one watching. Quite a few people around the Orphanage owner had their eyes on him. They had seen the blind man fight here before, like he actually could see. He had shown both martial arts prowess, and the ability to smoothly move about like he actually had working eyes. Perhaps he did under those white bandages he wore, perhaps there was just some trick to it. They were pretty sure it was magic, though. And not many people liked magic. Especially not the kind of people who usually practiced magic. Stitch wasn't really a wizard, and certainly wasn't someone to be worried about, or scared of. He did use Auristics, but it was only to see. He wasn't up to any kind of trouble, but they didn't know that. They watched him all the same, wondering what he was here for. Several people had heard of the fire at the Orphanage, only a few days before. What was the man doing here now?

"Hey, you." Stitch cocked his head, his gaze focusing even further on the Aura that he had been watching for hours now. Gene was calling out to him, pointing in his direction. His dark gray Aura boiled, just like a storm cloud ready to unleash lightning, and Stitch braced himself. What had he done to anger the man? The Spinning Coin had silenced, all eyes on the scene. Gene paused for a minute, then spoke again, his gruff voice barking out orders. "Get in the ring. You tend to bring in bets, if last time is any hint to what I will make this time around." Stitch rose, his slim body uncurling from the chair he had been sitting in. Without a word, he walked forward, making his way through the chairs to approach the ring located on the other side of the Spinning Coin. He had came here for a fight, and had gotten caught up studying Gene's Aura. Time to refocus.Gene glanced about, looking for a challenger. "Anyone? He is just a blind man."

His sarcasm was obvious.

by **Stag Fern** on November 4th, 2010, 7:20 am

Stag spent almost the entire day in the spinning coin on that day. He couldn't quite recall how he ended up here his last memory was him eating a sandwich while walking around the city. He must have went inside while he was roamming around otherwise he wouldn't be here. Stag's next memory was him watching a couple of pigs racing but he didn't care how he got there all he cared about was how he felt. It almost felt like home really, the smell of people betting, the fights and all he was really enjoying himself. He was seated near the front where the action was as close as it could possibly be. From the corner of his eye he saw a burly man. To Stag he seemed to be running the show or more like he was the boss of this place. He overheard an argument with the boss like character and a man twice his size, he only heard a tiny fraction just a name Gene Duval. Gene had an atomsphere around him it wasn't inviting and it wasn't friendly most people would be detered by this but to Stag on the other hand it was just the kind of man Stag would run up to and say hello perhaps it's because he was raised in Sunberth and that's the kind of person Stag would hang out with or maybe he was just a little mad who can say.

When he saw Gene land one blow he couldn't see where exactly but boy did the big man go flying. Most of the audience was in shock or perhaps gasping maybe both but Stag just smiled not a huge grin but a grin it was. Just like my brother Hector Stag thought Gene resembled Hector alot minus the wild beard. When Stag and Hector were younger they fought alot although Stag lost everytime he almost always comes close then another thought went through his mind something more crazy he actually thought that he has a chance againts Gene. I can't take him head on but maybe from the side or better yet the back....maybe just maybe he thought and he almost considered it but he was abrubtly interupted when he heard Gene talk to a person from behind. The man rose from his seat and when he heard that he was going in the ring he couldn't belive it.The audience can fight the thought brought adrelaline coursing through his veins he then studied the man in the ring scrutinizing every aspect of him. He was slim yet his muscles were defined but what struck him most was that he was wearing a bandadge over his eyes. "Anyone? He is just a blind man" said Gene there was a clear challenging tone almost mocking edge to it but Stag only heard the first part just the Anyone and he stood straight up eyeing Gene.

The audience looked towards Stag their eyes scanning him. Even if he was standing he could see it in their faces what they were thinking or more like feel what they were thinking. Mad,Fool,Crazy,Brave,Confident,Clueless,Dead. He didn't like all of their eyes on him it made him feel small and insignificant, as he walked towards the ring slightly irritated he studidied the man before him again. Bandages that''s what I'll call him Stag thought allowing a small smile to come across his face

OOCThanks for changing the TimeStamp and incase you get confused the italics is Stag's thoughts

by **Stitch** on November 5th, 2010, 3:13 am

Stitch mentally turned his gaze to the one Aura that shifted within the crowd, assuming this to be his challenger. The man was easy to make out among the crowded building, and Stitch was rather surprising he hadn't noticed the unique Aura before. It was on fire, blazing with red and purple, much like Pain's Aura had. It was a wild and un-tamed Aura, thrashing desperately in all directions, as if it wanted to make it's presence known to everyone in the room. It was barely contained, the man seeming to keep his wild side down low, as if he understood what trouble it could cause. But still, from what Stitch could tell, the man definitely enjoyed his wild streak. When Stitch saw that it was barely contained, that wasn't even doing it justice. It was barely contained. That wild streak could come out at any moment. It was odd, for if Stitch focused deeper, there was a familiar Aura hidden amongst all the beastial colors. There was the Aura of an innocent child.

The blind man tilted his head at the oncoming challenger, intrigued. He was like an older version of one of his very own. Damien was quite the wild child, although nothing like this. Would he perhaps turn out to be like this man that was approaching him? Stitch was quite interested in finding out what the man was really like.

The Orphanage will burn, and everyone in it.

Stitch flexed, his body shuddering with power. He had to keep his true goal in mind, and his curiousity buried. He had a purpose in coming here, and he had to figure out how to achieve that purpose. He was here to get stronger, to learn control over his body. He needed to be stronger, faster, and much more skilled than he currently was. Dropping down low, spreading his legs and crouching side to side, he went into a few stretches that Pain had taught him. What would be the way to go about this, to bring out the best this guy had to offer? Stitch wanted to fight the man at his peak. Perhaps the best idea would be to bring out that wild side? Yes. That might just be it.

The Orphanage owner hopped up from his stretches, balling up his fists, bringing them up to either side of his face in a classic boxer stance. Hopping quickly from foot to foot, he merely bounced in place, warming his muscles up for the oncoming fight. A few punches were thrown, but nothing fancy. He just wanted to feel the muscles loosen, and to feel them buzz in anticipation. His body was coming alive, and it was aching to be used. He needed to learn control.

Blood on your hands. You have blood on your hands.

He shook his head, forcing the thoughts out. He had to get out of this funk. Fighting would help him. He had to fight, and learn control. The cage slowly began to lower from the ceiling, and would soon close around the ring. Stag had plenty of time to make it though, before the fighting area was closed off. Stitch continued to hop in place, waiting for his opponent to enter the sparring square.

by **Stag Fern** on November 5th, 2010, 1:29 pm

Stag was now in the center of the ring. The cage lowered slowly towards the two fighters almost like a predator stalking his prey it inched alongSo I guess we fight when the cage fully engulfs us Stag thought. In the light and from this distance he could truly meet his opponent eye to eye. "Alright people place your bets who'll win Stitch the blind man vs the newcomer" said Gene Duval. Ah so Stitch that's his name and I was geeting use to bandages even oh well as Stag was thinking he felt someone watching him but not from the back...but from the front somehow Stag was being watched by Stitch. Stag didn't like being watched so his gaze went everywhere from Stitch to the cage then back again he as trying to distract himself during this time the cage was halfway down. The sounds of the cage were louder now and the audience was settling in after their betting anticipation heavy in the air. He heard some of the bets most were on Stitch that meant to Stag that most of the bets were against him but he didn't care he wants to know just how good Stitch is.

Suddenly Stag sensed movement instinctively Stag jumped back False alarm Stag did see movement but it was just Stitch stretching. Not to be outdone and a way to kill time while they wait for the cage to close Stag also stretched problem is Stag doesn't know how to stretch properly so he just stretched as he normally does when he wakes up. he raised his arms up high then he hopped to get the blood pumping around his veins. By then the cage was just about near their knees by then both Fighters stopped moving, both looking to each other's eyes or in the case of Stag the bandages. The cage finally stopped moving. Both fighters still didn't move Not yet not yet time Stag thought to himself he wanted to savour this moment as he looked up he closed his eyes to try and feel how a blind person feels like.

His head went down to meet Stitch's gaze he didn't move an inch. Stag looked at his opponent, closed his eyes one last time and calmed himself down as he took one deep breath hearing, smelling, feeling everything around him then he abruptly opened his eyes filled with determination alone and no doubts he sprinted towards Stitch, his muscles tensing and relaxing with each step gaining speed, he was almost at running speed from that short distance but he wasn't going to ram Stitch over he was attempting a running punch. Some people would always say never use one-hundred percent of yourself Stag didn't follow this he was going in with everything he had and more if he had too. The punch was directed to Stitch's upper body maybe his shoulder or his chest, if he was lucky he might hit his chin he didn't care his tactic was to hit him hard then work from there.

by **Stitch** on November 5th, 2010, 4:27 pm

Stag fully entered the ring, but Stitch didn't quite yet acknowledge him. He had a couple more stretches to go through, and he did so, dropping his fighting pose and working each of his limbs. He focused solely on this for the moment, pulling his magical sight from the man in front of him, just watching his own moving body. He went through each of the movements that Pain had taught him, one after the other. He had never done anything like this before a fight, but he could understand how it helped. He wasn't really sure why he hadn't done this before. He had seen several martial artists do stretches, both in classes that he used to teach, and in classes he participated in. The very man he learned from had always stretched before sparring, or even just working out.

Finally, his muscles all seemed to awaken, and he rose from his movements, assuming a different fighting stance than before. If earlier he had been a boxer, it was now obvious that he was a martial artist. His feet were spread widely apart, giving him a good base to make his stand with. He was crouched low and turned sideways, giving his opponent less of a target. His left shoulder was facing the man, arm outstretched toward his opponent and hand balled into a fist. His right shoulder was back, yet that hand was positioned forward as well. Dipped low and using an open palm, the reserve hand appeared to be the sharpened blade of a great sword. Comfortable in his position, Stitch let out a breath, feeling the cold air travelling through his lungs. He was at inner peace with himself. He could do this. He let his gaze wander back up to Stag, and found that the man was studying him as well. He cocked his head a bit, then offered his opponent a slight nod in greeting. Normally he would cross the ring and offer a handshake. But this wasn't the time.

The cage closed. Stitch didn't move, simply left his head cocked at his opponent, and studied the man's own movements. He seemed like the type that would eventually come, if Stitch waited long enough. He didn't look to be the patient sort. The blind man simply stood there, making sure his muscles were staying relaxed, making sure his breathing was staying even. The opponent, meanwhile, had closed his eyes and was now tilting his head to the ceiling. What was he doing? Wait, no, he was opening them to glance down at Stitch. Was he smiling? No, he was closing his eyes again? The opponent's attention span was all over the place now, and Stitch wasn't sure what to think. Best to wait. He will come.

And so he came. The man was quick, shooting across the ring in a sudden burst of speed, running as fast as he could to fire a straight punch right at Stitch. It was a sloppy move in Stitch's opinion, even if the man was quite the fast one. A straight run was an easy thing see coming, and a straight punch was even easier. He could think of dozens of different defenses for a straight punch, and he chose the first one that came to mind. A wrist grab. He stepped back as the punch came in, his outstretched fist opening to catch the oncoming wrist, and tug. Stepping back just a bit more, hand still on the wrist, he guided the momentum of the man in a sudden turn, that would have Stag facing Stitch, if Stag didn't react quickly.

Straight punch. Give him some of his own medicine. Strike hard, and fast. You have to take him out.

The bladed right hand shot forward, the left hand still on the wrist. Stag might still be stumbling forward a bit, although most of the momentum he had gained would have been lost in the sudden wrist grab, and guided turn. The right hand gathered into a fist, and no matter how well the wrist grab worked, if it did at all, Stitch would fire a hard punch. He twisted a bit at the waist, giving the strike momentum, firing at the jaw. If it landed, or if it didn't, Stitch would fire another if able. And another, and another. Punch after punch, raining them down as hard as he could on the speedy opponent.

by **Stag Fern** on November 6th, 2010, 1:15 pm

A few moments ago Stag was at full speed with his right arm raised high ready to punch Stitch but now he was facing Stitch. Stag's right wrist was in Stitch's hold, Stag's legs were a mess, his shoulders hurt and he was completely vulnerable to an attack and he only did one move. It wasn't long before a fist met his face punching in the jaw then another and another and another. He was being beaten to a bloody pulp but with each punch Stag was getting more and more frustrated. One of the punches opened a wound on the left side of his face but the punches never ceased. Suddenly the moment that Stag needed came, time slowed down. what was really happening was that adrenaline was pumping through his body circulating more blood around his body at a much faster rate, Stag is no stranger to this feeling, during his childhood days he spent most of his time in fights and usually they were normally in odds against him when he was about to die this would kick in but it only happens for a short time and this was no different.

Stitch threw another punch at Stag but this time it was going to be different, Stag can now see the punch so he tried to move out of the way. The punch just grazed Stag's face but even-though his body moved out of the way it was moving slower than he wanted Great now what do i do my body's not moving fast enough how could I be tired already but another punch was directed to his face.Quickly he tried to catch stitch's arm but even in this state he was still moving too fast Stag looked at Stitch's body then noticed his gripped arm perfect Stag pulled his right arm getting him off balance but his fist was undeterred, it did however rotate his body so that it could grab Stitch's arm but even then it did no good he couldn't just stop his momentum from that short distance think boy think what could stop it use your head....head. Stag's legs were still a mess it didn't however matter all he had to do was jump, Stag was building momentum for a hard headbutt, he was planning to stop his fist with his head.

The impact was like thunder striking but it worked. Stag was now looking at Stitch eye to bandage, Stag's hands now on Stitch's arms Stag's left on Stitch's right and Stag's right wrapped around Stitch's left. Both were testing their strength this time Stitch would have to win the test of strength maybe after this he was going to settle that score but as of right now Stag pulled Stitch in then he jerked his head forward a clear headbutt, Stag was going to bash Stitch head on if Stitch didn't move that was going to hurt.

by **Stitch** on November 7th, 2010, 7:16 am

Fist connected with flesh, and Stitch could feel the man's head snapping back, his fist punch making solid contact. A satisfied buzzing flickered to life deep within Stitch's gut, and he felt a thrill rising up within him. It was an old sensation, one he hadn't felt in awhile, ever since that night at the Orphanage. It was the thrill of the fight, the pure and simple enjoyment that someone could get from a basic brawl. This is almost what this was, really. The wrist grab had been martial arts, but everything afterwards was simple brawling. Stitch could have gone for a throw, or a wrist lock, or even some kind of arm break. But instead, he had decided to go with a punch. He clearly remembered the fight that he had gotten into with the Lord Rhuryc. He had admired the man's ability back then, and had wanted to imitate it. Here he was, doing exactly that. He wasn't being graceful, nor was he using technique. He was stepping up to meet this animal of a man, and throwing his fist into his opponent's face, as many times as he possibly could. It was probably safer this way, as shocking as that may be. He wasn't striking a vital point, and he would be aware of when the man went down. He could continue this without fear of severely hurting the opponent. He could do this, and keep some form of control over the situation.

Faintly, he realized that he had gotten lost in his thoughts like he often did. His opponent had taken advantage in the distraction, either by luck or skill, and had sluggishly slipped his head a little bit to the side. Stitch merely tightened his grip on the man's wrist, and continued to rain down punches, adjusting his angle to account for the opponent's slight movement. The man was getting slow, as the punches were starting to stack up a good amount of pain on the fellow. Stitch wasn't strong, not by a long shot, but he was fast. What he lacked in quality, he could make up for in quantity. The opponent realized he wasn't fast enough to dodge, and went for a catch. Stitch merely pushed his fist past the sluggish block, flickering the punches in there even quicker, dancing right around the offending arm. He had the man. He was wobbling on his feet. The guy tried to yank away from Stitch, but the blind man merely held on, stepping a bit closer to keep his grip.

Take him out! Bring him down!

The fool slammed his head forward, and actually head-butted Stitch's oncoming strike. And it actually worked. Stag would see Stitch's mouth fall open, the blind man regarding him in total bewilderment. Stag was now grabbing at both of Stitch's fists, clenching them in his own hands for a test of strength... but Stitch didn't even notice. This animal of a man had just taken a rain of blows to the face, then stopped an oncoming blow with his skull! He was inhuman! He was exactly like Rhuryc, who could take an incredible amount of punishment, and keep on going! Stitch felt a great admiration welling up in his chest, even as he instinctively yanked his fists out from the man's grasp. Stitch actually spoke out, a sudden smile blossoming on his face. "Milord, that was amaz-"

His words were cut off by a forehead smashing into his nose, sending him to the mat. The world spun around him, a great blossom of color and sound, the various spinning Auras cheering for his opponent. His nose was crushed, perhaps out of place, if not shattered. Blood was pouring from it, staining his features, trickling down his cheeks. His face was a single giant mass of pain, and he was surprised he hadn't been knocked out. Or maybe he was knocked out. He wasn't sure. The world was spinning too fast, there was way too much color, and sound was assaulting him from all angles. That had to be a good sign, right? It meant that he was still in the game. Or perhaps he really was just knocked out, and dreaming.

Regardless, he pushed a hand to the mat, forcing himself to get up. If he was still in the game, his opponent would be on him soon. He had to get up.

by **Stag Fern** on November 7th, 2010, 8:59 am

Somehow both fighters were free from each other's hold. Stag remembered slamming his head full force straight towards Stitch's head and that he was standing while his opponent was on the ground. Cheers came from the audience and he let himself absorb their cheers after all he was tired but that would have to wait. Stag's adrealine supply was almost running out and he could now feel his injuries. His left face throbbed as if someone left a hot knife inside his skin. He once knew a boy who had a gruesome scar near his left cheek they say that he got that scar from his drunk father who poured hot, molten, steel on his son's face when he thought that he was a burglar stealing a sword, the son was really just practicing with it but ever since then things have never been the same, and now Stag could somehow relate to how the boy must have felt but then another pain went through him. His forehead screamed with pain as blood slowly dripped he didn't know when it started either when he headbutted the fist or headbutted Stitch's head or was it before that he couldn't quite remember and his entire body was trembling consequently he fell down. "Finish him now" roared the crowd some of them yelling quite the opposite but no matter what they said Stag will not finish Stitch not just yet. Stag relaxed a bit he looked at Stitch and he was trying to get up Hmm ok short break but why did he call me lord oh well I'll ask him later

Stag tried to bring himself up but everytime he tried he fell face down on the mat. Why am I trembling why is it because I fear him why He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he had to get up and again he fell. Lying on the mat face down was heavenly then a loud roar came from the crowd "He's up look Stitch's up" that's not good c'mon boy finally Stag stood up but only through the help of the cage itself but by then Stitch was already up , his grunts audible to where Stag was then they were back to staring at each other, Stag was on his last legs he had to end the fight now or never. Taking a deep intake of air he calmed himself down if he wanted to win he had to get close to Stitch REALLY close to do that he had to open up himself and hope he would fall for it, in other words if Stag wanted to take down Stitch he had to sacrifice defence, all forms of it and think only on attacks. Stag took a step forwards then another and another he was going to run again and the pace grew faster, with each step Stag grunted ignoring the pain he raised his arm up high for a lariat. Soon Stag was upon Stitch and just as he was about to unleash his move, Stag stumbled regardless of this he still went through with the move.

by **Stitch** on November 12th, 2010, 6:58 am

Stitch coughed, pushing himself up from the mat, spitting a wad of blood onto the shaky ring. He could hear the roars of the crowd around him, could feel the sweat dripping from his face, and could definitely taste more of the crimson liquid leaking onto his tongue. Besides busting his nose all to pieces, that headbutt had also drove his top set of teeth deep into his lower lip. All in all, it hadn't knocked him out, it had just bruised him up a bit. Quite a bit. He wasn't even really that tired, but his head was swimming. All he had done was throw about a dozen punches, but that sudden heatbutt had done much more to him then simply tire him out. It had dazed him, stunned him, put him at the edge of darkness and then somehow managed to leave him there. His body was alive and well, but it wasn't responding to him. It was a frustrating place to be in. If he could just leap to his feet, and strike at his opponent... He had to! He had to do something before the finishing blow came! Feeling painfully slow, he rose his head, focusing his Auristics upon the opponent who was soon to best him.

The man crashed to the mat, right in front of Stitch's face.

The blind fighter let out a visible sigh of relief, a sudden strength surging through his body. He was still in this! He was still able to fight, and if he could just make it to his feet, then he would be able to make a comeback! He could hear the crowd, roaring for him and Stag. They wanted to see more of a fight, and what kind of fight would it be without a stunning comeback from the crowd favorite? Stitch couldn't help but hope he was the crowd favorite. He could understand how they would abandon him though, after he had taken a blow like that one. Somehow though, they were getting to him. The crowd, the cheers, the strong opponent... It was all getting to him, and it was getting to him fast. He wanted to please them! He wanted to put on a show!

Even more strength surged through his veins, and as he slowly stood, Stag fell yet again. The crowd cheered for Stitch as he fully stood, warning his opponent, and goading him to get back up. Stitch didn't mind if he did. Stitch had something he needed time to build up anyways.

Breath, Stitch. Ignore the ache in your skull, and simply focus on the breathing. Can you see it, with those special eyes? Ignore the hazy world, and all the buzzing in your injured skull. Look at it. The flow of the Djed, coursing through your veins. Simply tug it into your stomach, then let it go. Combine the un-natural with the natural, until it all becomes one. Pull the Djed from your legs, and gather it in your chest. Flow it back to where it belongs, and let your body resume it's natural course. Breath again, and once more pull all that energy from your veins. Gather it in your stomach.

Stag was back up. He was staggering, but he was back up. Stitch merely stood there, waiting for the brazen opponent to make the first move. He knew the man would. It was his style. He would stand there for as long as he could, gathering his strength, and then he would put it all forth in yet another strong blow. Stitch would wait as long as he needed to. He waited, gently working the Flux the entire time. He wanted to use it in moderation, this time. The punch would be a counter, and would already be using Stag's force against him. The Flux was just the icing on the cake, and Stitch didn't want to use too much icing.

Finally, the man exploded forward in another straight run. Stitch remained still, waiting for the perfect moment.

Now.

As you strike, breath out. And as you breath out, return all that Djed. But not to the legs, no. Return it all to somewhere else.

Stitch hooked out with his right hand, sending it flying out in a Flux haymaker. The punch curved out wide, and Stitch leaned a bit to the left, giving himself a bit of momentum to slingshot the punch in and at Stag's jaw. Flux flooded into his arm, and the muscles bulged with sudden strength. He just wanted to make sure the punch was full power, since his head was still swimming a bit. He wasn't so sure how much Flux he had been able to use, really. His head was still aching a bit. He was really surprised he was still in the fight, that he had managed to rise.

As if striking him down for patting himself on the back, Stag's suddenly raised arm let Stitch know just how "in it" he really was. He hadn't even noticed the arm raise, and as he had leaned to the left, he had simply put himself right in the way of the fist. He had unintentionally avoided the lariat, but he had walked right into a running punch. If Stitch's punch hit, then they would both strike the other at the same time.

Stitch's head snapped to the side, and he went flying, spinning on his heels before crashing to the mat.

ooc :

by **Stag Fern** on November 12th, 2010, 1:49 pm

As Stag moved in close he saw Stitch waiting to counter whatever move he was about to do he didn't however expect it to be a punch to counter his own move. Hmm a punch for a punch Stag thought, it was not adrealaline that coursed through his veins because he used it all up early on but good old fashion testerone. He was pretty sure that Stitch was running on the same thing. Suddenly Stag had a bad feeling deep within his stomach, somewhere inside it was telling him Pull back! now careful he's dangerous but Stag did'nt listen. Sure he was not in the best of shape right now and sure his face hurt and sure he was on his last legs but Stitch shouldn't have been far behind him. He should have listened to his gut. Stitch just stood there while Stag ran at him with all his might What's he doing he seems so calm that just pissed Stag off the way Stitch looked so calm almost serene, this was a fight so he sped up his pace. Soon he was upon Stitch but just as he was about to unleash his move he stumbled No I came to far to stop now!/i] so he continued his move. This was also the moment Stitch was waiting for he locked on his target and gave a punch but eventhough Stitch's hand came fast, Stag's was gonna connect first.

That was however before Stag saw Stitch's fist. Just as Stag was about to connect he turned his head to see what was Stitch doing and saw something extraordinary, almost super human. Stitch's arm literally exploded with muscle towards Stag's jaw [i]If he wanted too he could have took me down anytime he wanted so why didn't he, soon though the thought was out of his mind as a fist came crashing to his left side, he dodged the jaw punch, with a step, but it still hit his left size of his face. He wanted to block with all his power but he wouldn't he didn't try and even if he wanted too he couldn't. He was thinking what I was thinking going full out Stag thought not to be outdone Stag gave it a little more power. The two men clashed. The crowd grew wild when they hit.

Both impacts on the face of each, Stitch flew a bit, spun on his heels and hit the mat hard, Stag didn't have it any easier. He literally flew, hit the cage then fell down on the ground. The crowd was ecstatic but not for Stag and Stitch. Stag was on the ground lying face down, as blood dripped slowly from his temple to the mat, he wasn't dead but he wasn't moving eitherI gave it my all right thought Stag. Blood in his eye he was partially blind.

Hah I gave it my all right? Stag thought lying motionless. The crowd roared with excitement cheering them on to get back up andcontinue.

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