MissingNo
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FIGHT ONE; ROUND ONE: Ran Rui vs. Tweak Three Seven.
>START>
Tweak was ushered into a fenced-off field after being told to "pick a weapon" and checked for hidden items. She was quite confused on what was happening until it was made clear that she was going to be fighting for her life...then she was quite clear on what she had to do. The neko was allowed only the clothes on her back (shirt, loose jeans and belt and military boots) and the pair of pipe wrenches that she had chosen and linked with each other by a ten-foot length of chain. She looked around the field...it was quite big, about 100x100 yards and surrounded by a high chainlink fence that was topped with razor wire. Not a very friendly place...there were also several cameras mounted at points along the fence, and probably other places too that she couldn't see right then. So this was being filmed? Getting nervous, the neko looked around for whatever it was she was supposed to be fighting.
"I don't have any fucking things hidden, dick." Ran shook one of the security team members off of him, throwing his cigarette at the ground and grinding it out. Taking off his beret and turtleneck, only to leave his green wife beater on, the Marine walked into the field, absent-mindedly pulling a chain and Utility Combat Knife off of the table. Wrapping the chain around his left fist and taking the UCK into a reverse grip in the other, he simply sighed and looked up at all the cameras, then looking back down at the other competitor walking onto the field, as well. "So that's her. It's time to kick some ass."
Wandering to the middle of the field, Tweak's ears twitched as a slight breeze brushed by. Spotting Ran's entrance, she eyed his armaments, noting that they were as sparse as her own. The chain connecting her wrenches was coiled loosely at her shoulder, and she let it drop so she was holding the coil in her right hand and spinning one of the wrench-ends of the chain in her left with about three feet of slack between the two hands. Strangely, she didn't say anything to Ran...she didn't really know what to say. She didn't recognize his insignia, his uniform. All she knew was that he was coming at her with weapons and was clearly her opponent. So she waited for him at the center of the field.
"I got to fight a fucking girl? What the shit." Producing a damp cigarette from the inside of his mouth and lighting it, the Nepleslian took a nice long drag from it and let it rest there in the corner of his mouth. "Well, let's get to it, then." Raising his fists up face-level, with his left fist leading, the Chief placed his left foot forward and his right foot a bit further back, crouching a bit low and waiting for his opponent. "C'mon, let's go.'
Tweak slowly walked toward Ran, her expression one of concentration, with the wrench (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pipe_wrench) still swinging around on its chain like an improvised ball-and-chain weapon. When she came within two yards, she gave the chain a little more speed on the down-swing, under-handing the wrench at Ran's gut at a hefty speed...if he tried blocking, he'd have a ton of hurt on whatever it ended up hitting, but he might be able to manage dodging it. And he could count on her anticipating either one.
Ran reacted by pushing hard off his right foot and jumping backwards in order to both avoid the oncoming wrench and to put more distance between him and his opponent. Should he have successfully dodged it, the Chief would unravel the chain from his hand, keeping it wrapped once around it. In order to provide deter his opponent from advancing further, he started whipping the chain towards her.
The coil rapidly vanished from Tweak's right hand, leaving her holding on to the handle of the second wrench to which the other end of the chain was fastened. When the chain had reached the end of its length, Tweak pulled it to her left, tracing a wide swath with it as she spun on her right foot backward to avoid Ran's own chain-swing. His chain was unweighted at the end, so it would have had less of an impact anyway...the purpose of her spin was to put more speed in her flung wrench. She turned a full 360 degrees and took a few steps forward in that spin, bringing the flying wrench back toward Ran and decreasing the distance between them again.
Seeing that the distance was being closed, the chief stepped forward with his right foot, bending it for balance, and pivoted, kicking out with his left foot towards the woman, aiming his back-kick at her gut. Taking both ends of his chain in both hands and keeping it taught, Ran held it parallel to his head, hoping to block the anticipated pipe that was to connect with him as he did so.
The wrench was still swinging parallel to the ground and returned on course to its original target, his torso, namely his waist/gut area. The first time it had been flying straight, like a projectile, now it was swinging, more like a weighted whip. Ran's step forward brought him closer than Tweak had anticipated with her broad-motion attack, and it looked like the chain was just going to wrap itself around him...until he kicked at her. That put his head in the way of the incoming pipe. Holding his own chain in front of his head worked well, except that the chain Tweak wielded was longer than Ran's reach. His guard caught her chain before it hit his face, which whipped the heavy wrench around in a tight swing toward the top of his head...if he was just looking at his kicking target he was screwed. Concussion at best, death by bludgeoning at worst.
"Ogh-FUCK!" Ran screamed out, seeing in some terrible slow motion-way what was happening. The pipe wrench connected with the back of his head with a sickening, dull thud. In the moments he had left after the pipe connected, the Chief kicked his leg back in and stumbled backwards, unable to compensate for the sudden change in momentum, sending him crashing backwards in a heap.
The wrench bounced off Ran's head and retraced part of its path until the lack of speed let it fell to the ground. Tweak slowly pulled the chain in, coiling it in her right hand again as she watched Ran for signs of life, checking his vitals as best she could by sound and sight.
"Match over." A voice said over a loudspeaker, and Tweak backed up to allow two men with a stretcher to come collect Ran's body. Then she was directed to go back in the door she came from and wait for her next match.
>END>
>START>
Tweak was ushered into a fenced-off field after being told to "pick a weapon" and checked for hidden items. She was quite confused on what was happening until it was made clear that she was going to be fighting for her life...then she was quite clear on what she had to do. The neko was allowed only the clothes on her back (shirt, loose jeans and belt and military boots) and the pair of pipe wrenches that she had chosen and linked with each other by a ten-foot length of chain. She looked around the field...it was quite big, about 100x100 yards and surrounded by a high chainlink fence that was topped with razor wire. Not a very friendly place...there were also several cameras mounted at points along the fence, and probably other places too that she couldn't see right then. So this was being filmed? Getting nervous, the neko looked around for whatever it was she was supposed to be fighting.
"I don't have any fucking things hidden, dick." Ran shook one of the security team members off of him, throwing his cigarette at the ground and grinding it out. Taking off his beret and turtleneck, only to leave his green wife beater on, the Marine walked into the field, absent-mindedly pulling a chain and Utility Combat Knife off of the table. Wrapping the chain around his left fist and taking the UCK into a reverse grip in the other, he simply sighed and looked up at all the cameras, then looking back down at the other competitor walking onto the field, as well. "So that's her. It's time to kick some ass."
Wandering to the middle of the field, Tweak's ears twitched as a slight breeze brushed by. Spotting Ran's entrance, she eyed his armaments, noting that they were as sparse as her own. The chain connecting her wrenches was coiled loosely at her shoulder, and she let it drop so she was holding the coil in her right hand and spinning one of the wrench-ends of the chain in her left with about three feet of slack between the two hands. Strangely, she didn't say anything to Ran...she didn't really know what to say. She didn't recognize his insignia, his uniform. All she knew was that he was coming at her with weapons and was clearly her opponent. So she waited for him at the center of the field.
"I got to fight a fucking girl? What the shit." Producing a damp cigarette from the inside of his mouth and lighting it, the Nepleslian took a nice long drag from it and let it rest there in the corner of his mouth. "Well, let's get to it, then." Raising his fists up face-level, with his left fist leading, the Chief placed his left foot forward and his right foot a bit further back, crouching a bit low and waiting for his opponent. "C'mon, let's go.'
Tweak slowly walked toward Ran, her expression one of concentration, with the wrench (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pipe_wrench) still swinging around on its chain like an improvised ball-and-chain weapon. When she came within two yards, she gave the chain a little more speed on the down-swing, under-handing the wrench at Ran's gut at a hefty speed...if he tried blocking, he'd have a ton of hurt on whatever it ended up hitting, but he might be able to manage dodging it. And he could count on her anticipating either one.
Ran reacted by pushing hard off his right foot and jumping backwards in order to both avoid the oncoming wrench and to put more distance between him and his opponent. Should he have successfully dodged it, the Chief would unravel the chain from his hand, keeping it wrapped once around it. In order to provide deter his opponent from advancing further, he started whipping the chain towards her.
The coil rapidly vanished from Tweak's right hand, leaving her holding on to the handle of the second wrench to which the other end of the chain was fastened. When the chain had reached the end of its length, Tweak pulled it to her left, tracing a wide swath with it as she spun on her right foot backward to avoid Ran's own chain-swing. His chain was unweighted at the end, so it would have had less of an impact anyway...the purpose of her spin was to put more speed in her flung wrench. She turned a full 360 degrees and took a few steps forward in that spin, bringing the flying wrench back toward Ran and decreasing the distance between them again.
Seeing that the distance was being closed, the chief stepped forward with his right foot, bending it for balance, and pivoted, kicking out with his left foot towards the woman, aiming his back-kick at her gut. Taking both ends of his chain in both hands and keeping it taught, Ran held it parallel to his head, hoping to block the anticipated pipe that was to connect with him as he did so.
The wrench was still swinging parallel to the ground and returned on course to its original target, his torso, namely his waist/gut area. The first time it had been flying straight, like a projectile, now it was swinging, more like a weighted whip. Ran's step forward brought him closer than Tweak had anticipated with her broad-motion attack, and it looked like the chain was just going to wrap itself around him...until he kicked at her. That put his head in the way of the incoming pipe. Holding his own chain in front of his head worked well, except that the chain Tweak wielded was longer than Ran's reach. His guard caught her chain before it hit his face, which whipped the heavy wrench around in a tight swing toward the top of his head...if he was just looking at his kicking target he was screwed. Concussion at best, death by bludgeoning at worst.
"Ogh-FUCK!" Ran screamed out, seeing in some terrible slow motion-way what was happening. The pipe wrench connected with the back of his head with a sickening, dull thud. In the moments he had left after the pipe connected, the Chief kicked his leg back in and stumbled backwards, unable to compensate for the sudden change in momentum, sending him crashing backwards in a heap.
The wrench bounced off Ran's head and retraced part of its path until the lack of speed let it fell to the ground. Tweak slowly pulled the chain in, coiling it in her right hand again as she watched Ran for signs of life, checking his vitals as best she could by sound and sight.
"Match over." A voice said over a loudspeaker, and Tweak backed up to allow two men with a stretcher to come collect Ran's body. Then she was directed to go back in the door she came from and wait for her next match.
>END>
