Hand to hand or fist to fist,
kicking nuts or twist your wrist.
God power keeps my pimp hand strong,
so trust me or you wont last very long!
God Hand - Credits
"So, what do you think of the Kestrel, Bronzi?" Luca asked as he stood in the cargo bay, after having shown the Gartagen around and explained the systems on it, and showed him where he'd be sleeping. In all, it was a well made Origin Industries ship with its characteristic hangar modification - and a wicked sick paint job.
Bronzi had during the tour said little. He was committing every corridor and room of the ship to memory. Mostly in case he ever had to defend it. This was not like the ships he had been on during his term of service in the RRF. Gartagen ships were dark, cramped and a maze of corridors. This ship was cozy.
"It's cute." Bronzi remarked as he looked over the paint job. "Slap some tits on her and she'll be havin' all tha' little boy ships wantin' to dock."
Luca chuckled in reply to the comment as he stepped over a painted line on the floor. "Tits on anything makes 'em better - makes the idiots stare while you sneak up on them from behind." He was speaking wryly from experience. "Now, I do have one request before you set up here." He was now standing in the middle of this and inside a circle painted on the floor. There was a view screen off against the wall.
Bronzi was already in the middle of a Cigar. He exhaled a plume of smoke. "Sure, whatzat?" He responded placing the stogie back into the clutches of his teeth. Luca had a clear view of Bronzi's teeth, including the sharp canines denoting that Bronzi's people evolved from carnivores.
Luca made a single step forward and had the audacity to reach towards the cigar, and snap it out of his teeth by grabbing it between his index and middle fingers and yanking. "I wanna see if you can get this cigar back." He grinned and made a jump backwards into a stance. If one were to try and identify it, it would've been some mix between Monkey Kung Fu, Orthodox Boxing and with a slight stagger and wave emerging from his midsection and moving through his body.
Bronzi scowled. His tail flicked at the sudden loss of his Tobacco, but he did not go for his weapons. Bronzi kept his gloves on preferring not to cause a serious wound to the pinkskin. Bronzi's feet spread apart, and his hands came up but they were not balled into fists. "Well I'd make a remark about killin' ya, but I doubt yer gonna die today."
Bronzi advanced. It was not sudden, but a gradual advance up Luca's left side. Despite his girth and size Bronzi displayed agility. He seemed to float towards Luca. Hands up, and ready for a scrap.
Bronzi led off. It was a quick snap with his right hand to Luca's innards. Nothing intended to put the other fighter out, but more of a probing blow.
Luca raised his left hand - the dominant of his two and the one not wearing the Grapple Stunner, and snaked it beneath Bronzi's arm to parry the blow, aiming it away from his body. During which, his stance became a little more upright, with more weight placed on his back leg.
Luca's parry connected, and deflected the Palm. Bronzi Used the momentum of his training to do what Gartagens did, and surprise their foes with sudden and overwhelming force. Bronzi sent his right leg up into Luca's sternum with full speed and force as if this were live combat. A kick from a Nepleslian like this would have been devastating, one from Bronzi would see Luca sent into the bulkhead behind him and out of the ring.
How Luca reacted was not how the average person would. Generally, the average person would avoid the blow by moving away from it, in this case by moving backwards. Luca twisted his entire body counter-clockwise and where he was a moment ago, Bronzi's leg was. However, he landed on the ground, face up. "I can see your bits!" He taunted, using it as a probe to see if the sparks of battle clouded Bronzi's judgement. His cigar was in his right hand.
Bronzi's leg came back and he snorted as he did a dead drop with his right elbow, down into Luca's belly. "Yea. I see yours." He retorted. Luca responded by using his momentum from the previous drop to continue rolling - but his taunt had left him one second late. Bronzi's elbow drop connected with his left forearm.
The view screen lit up with a "0-1", and Echelon's voice could be heard: "F1RST BL00D T0 BR0NZ1! F1RST T0 F1V3 W1NS!"
Bronzi did a kip up and was back on his feet. He had taken a defensive stance anticipating Luca would not take that lying down -- any more. Figuratively and literally. Luca hopped back up from lying prone, and cracked the knuckles in his left hand. "Ooh, tough crowd," He cooed. "You're smarter than the others." He darted in for a left double jab.
Bronzi dodged the first jab, but his reflexes put him in line for the second to connect across his right cheek. Bronzi felt the shock, but received none of the disorientation that followed a full on face jab. For Luca he felt like he had just slammed his fist into a padded wall or a bag of sand. Luca followed this up with a right cross. The Grapple Stunner on his arm was not powered at this point, so he was only using his strength alone - and not the Grapple Stunner's thunder.
Bronzi's left hand snapped up connecting with Luca's at the wrist stopping the heavier hit. Bronzi then retaliated sending a swift, sharp head butt at Luca's mouth. "Ya talk a lot." Bronzi said flashing a bright smile. Luca leaned back and Bronzi's head missed. He could feel Bronzi's hair tendrils against his chest and slapping against his face. He put his hands down on Bronzi's head and leapt over him - the two facing back to back for a moment.
It was like fighting a bouncing ball with a big mouth. That moment though, Luca would feel something wrap around his left leg. "Shit, Luca where ya go?" Bronzi started moving forward dragging Luca off of his feet. "I can't seem ta find ya..." He moved again Luca in tow. Hrm...Uh oh!" The Tail released Luca and Bronzi loomed over Luca. "Arite. enough games. Turn yer toy on." Bronzi said stabbing a finger at Luca. The scoreboard now read 0-2 to Bronzi.
All he had to do was crack the knuckles in his right hand and think really hard. The Grapple Stunner crackled alive and he stood up. "You have a tail, and I have a fist. Now we're even."
Bronzi held his hands up like he had no idea. "Fair is fair. If yer having trouble...yer can always bring in yer woman. Heh, I reckon her shiney wammer will do more then turn me on."
Luca now stood into a more practical fighting stance, and the tension rose between the two. The air was becoming thicker as adrenaline begun to flow in their systems and sharpen their reflexes. All he did was raise one eyebrow towards the Gart. All it said was: 'Your move.'
Bronzi let out a large belch that seemed to shake the bulkhead. His tail flicked rapidly slapping the deck. Bronzi then rushed at Luca head on. No push to the left, and not to the right but he struck at Luca's strongest point, dead centre. Bronzi's hands were a blur. Left left right left, right right. Bronzi began delivering his palms at Luca's face and body, and it was unrelenting. Luca was similarly unwilling to budge, raising both hands and striking out to parry and pummel back every strike that came his way. His gloved hands felt like they were striking a bag of sand each time, but he wasn't going to allow himself to crumble down.
And then he found an opening at the Gartagen's neck and struck with his right hand, leaning into the blow in full. The blow connected, but Bronzi was alert, He moved opting to take the hit on the side of his head rather then in the throat. His world seemingly lit up with the electricity from the stunner coursing through his skull. Bronzi lost his momentum but was back and alert. He swayed and his left arm came around, but the palm did not finish, it jerked away and an elbow was screaming into Luca's chest.
Luca lowered his own elbow to block the gartagen elbow, and he snapped his left leg upwards into Bronzi's midsection, heel and toe twice in rapid succession before making a higher kick upwards.
The midsection kicks struck Bronzi in his mid section. The thigh kick was caught at the ankle. Bronzi tightened his Grip, and though his hands were gloved, Luca could feel the jagged claws itching to taste his blood. Bronzi snarled and pulled Luca up suddenly so that his ass was in his face. "Arite, where is that cigar..." The Yamataian man would feel Bronzi fumbling through his pockets.
The cigar was hiding up his left wrist. Bronzi was finding lint and the occasional bullet or piece of candy in Luca's pockets. Luca's body took a moment to adjust to its new gravity before he realised how he was being held, and he balled his two fists together in a hammer, held them away from Bronzi and swung at his groin, arching his back for extra leverage. The hammer blow landed. Of course there was little Bronzi could do to avoid such a move considering the position they were both in.
Bronzi jolted, but Luca would not his fists collided with a metal plate, rather then Bronzi's lovely bits. He grunted. "Ya little flirt!" His voice quivered. Bronzi bent his knees and jumped up and forward, then grappling Luca's leg with both hands he brought him down into whip like motion the fall, and released. Luca anticipated this and curled up as he landed on the ground, rolling twice to absorb the force of the impact, and turned around on one knee before getting back up and rushing the Gartagen with a spear tackle.
Bronzi was patient. He realized the mistake many made against Luca; they try to match him. Luca did not win because he was stupid - he won because his enemy was stupid, and rash. Bronzi braced himself. His feet planted, and his tail mashed the ground. The spear hit and Bronzi went stumbling back. "TICKLE ATAAACK!"
"What th-AH!"
Bronzi's hands tickled Luca's sides. He did this for a few seconds, then his grip tightened. "Powerbomb."
Bronzi lifted Luca up over his head, so Luca's back was facing the ground. Luca, meanwhile, put his left hand into his jacket and undid a strap that held the assembly together. Bronzi then dropped Luca with full force, and he came tumbling out of his jacket, with the Grapple Stunner still attached to his arm. The right arm of the jacket had a very short sleeve that tucked under it, and Luca landed in front of Bronzi, twisting out of the jacket he'd strapped himself into.
The only problem with this was that he'd feel Bronzi's hits even more now that he didn't have a layer of quilted stone thread to protect him. His right arm crackled with a ball of lightning and he struck Bronzi in the chest.
Bronzi went flying. Luca's coat flapped in the wind and fell down, caught by its owner and draped over his shoulder like a cape. The ship shook. Bronzi was in the bulkhead. He groaned as electricity crackled over his armour. He forced himself out of the indentation, and landed face first on the deck. He exhaled and then stood back up, a bit gingerly.
Bronzi resumed his stance, and then motioned to Luca to bring it on. The scoreboard read 1-2, still to Bronzi.
"That...sucked." Bronzi said with a huff.
"Doesn't it just?" Luca replied as he tossed his jacket outside the ring and cracked his knuckles.
Bronzi switched his stance. He spread his legs out evenly, and he took a wide stance. He growled softly. The stance was different then the one Luca had seen. The original stance was the military RRF stance. Direct...designed to kill. This stance was something different, less militaristic...but clearly much more specialised.
Luca's stance, meanwhile had changed, he was now hopping on the balls of his feet, and kept his right arm to his side whilst the other was behind him in an open palm. Perhaps this stance was designed to take the most advantage of the Grapple Stunner, and invented in the fire of combat.
"F1GHT!" Echelon announced now that the two were in position.
Bronzi moved in a wide arc to Luca's left. He was hunched over with his face presented, and his hands were held open, fingers tensed and spread. Clearly this was a native Gartagen martial art form. Designed to take advantage of the claws Bronzi possessed. He closed in on Luca slowly. Luca responded by circling around him slowly and steadily, still keeping his left hand up and open as the Grapple Stunner made the hair on his right side stand up, making his sideburns spikier than usual and his chest hair poke against his tank top. Bronzi did a Lariat to Luca's right, rolling and then snapping up with a palm into Luca's ribs. The blow was not a direct strike, but a circular twist of the arm. Luca responded by limboing to avoid the blow, falling backwards and cartwheeling out of harms way. Now that his jacket and all the gear contained inside it was gone, he was much faster.
Bronzi adapted, doing a sweep with his whole body at Luca's hands in mid cartwheel. Luca's hands retracted and he appeared to complete the cartwheel without touching the ground. Yamataian gravity control, whilst limited still had incredible uses in a creative mind. He landed feet up and twisted to face Bronzi, raising his right arm and bringing it down on him.
Bronzi's left hand snapped up and grabbed Luca's fist. The crackling electricity of the Grapple Stunner sending its charge into Bronzi. Bronzi extended Luca's arm and positioned him self face to face. 'th-th-thissss a-a-a-ll y-y-a g-g-gotttt b-i-ig booooy.." he was smiling as the energy ran over him. It hurt. There was no denying it. But he was no stranger to pain. A gartagen could take it. Bronzi was no mere Gartagen. Squeezing, Bronzi sent his right palm into Luca's elbow.
Luca twisted his arm to escape Bronzi's grip - the strike to his elbow could've been much more damaging if it was anchored to Bronzi's left hand. It knocked Luca off balance for a moment, his Grapple Stunner making him overbalance.
Bronzi pushed forward taking advantage of the lack of balance. Bronzi sent a double snap at Luca's ribs with his left palm and then with a roar he delivered his right knee up aiming for Luca's kidneys.
A strike to the kidneys would guarantee that you'd be urinating blood for the next couple of days at the least. Luca was no stranger to this experience but he didn't want to repeat it. He toughed out the two rib strikes from Bronzi, but grabbed his knee as it was trying to reach his kidneys, lifted it and twisted counter-clockwise.
Bronzi resisted, jerked his knee back out of the grip. Bronzi then executed a one tow. The first Strike was with his right hand into Luca's lower back, once again at his kidneys, The follow up was up, Into Luca's very manly chin. Luca turtled to block both blows with his arms, and then tried to grab his wrist and pull him forwards, so Luca could get behind him. It was getting increasingly apparent in the melee that a front-on approach was not ideal - but a back approach was difficult thanks to that bloody tail.
Bronzi rolled with the pull forward. He turned about and was facing Luca once more, who was still facing backwards, and opened by making a backwards kick with his left leg and twisting around. "Neither of us are that good at giving up." He observed dryly, breaking up the dialogue of grunts and roars that was punctuating the battle.
"So...were gonna do this to tha death then?" Bronzi queried?
Bronzi started taking his gloves off. "Arite...if you want....if I win I get Zeta though."
"You'll get her arm first." Luca said as he raised his Right Arm and made it crackle. It was time to finish this once and for all.
"1N TH4T C4SE, N3XT D0WN W1NS!" Echelon piped up. "SUDD3N D34TH!"
Bronzi roared and charged fourth. No guts no glory. Even if he lost, it was still to Luca Pavone. There was no complaining. Bronzi went at Luca in a flurry of dodges and palms at his face and body again. It was jerkier this time, A grapple was met with Bronzi jerking his wrists and arms out through the breaks in Luca's wrists. It was a lie. A distraction. In the middle of this flurry of attacks dodges and successful blows...Bronzi's right foot slammed down onto Luca's toes, on his left foot.
Crunch.
He wouldn't be walking too heavily on that foot for a while, even with durandium capped boots on. The power of it was overwhelming. But, that didn't deter him, because now he had a stable base to stand on as he interrupted the pummelling duel by reaching in, grabbing Bronzi by the chin and snapping his right foot into Bronzi's knee, heel first as he made power course through his right arm. As he reached in, two blows connected his face solidly, blackening his eye and bruising his cheek.
And he didn't flinch.
Bronzi felt the pain in his leg, and then in his head. The grappler was excruciating. Bronzi could see why Luca favored it so. He groaned in agony, clinching his teeth. While Bronzi was a lunk head...he had a low cunning. Bronzi's hands snapped. His left hand wrapped around Luca's testicles allowing the surging power of the grappler to surge through him self and back to its owner. The other hand touched Luca on his solar plexus....the switch board of the pink skin body. "I c-c-could y-y-y-ank em o-o-offfff..." Bronzi stammered.
Bronzi's tail curled up around Luca's left leg..and suddenly jerked hard, in an effort to send Luca to the ground. But Bronzi would go with him. Luca put his head back and slammed it forward into the Gartagen's mouth, withdrawing his right arm and punching him in the face as they fell, trying to twist so Bronzi was on the bottom when the two hit the ground.
Bronzi tasted blood and felt another tunder shocking punch. Luca had gained the advantage through his resistance to the pain. Luca was on top, and Bronzi huffed. The now straddled Bronzi did all he could do, He sent a knee into Luca's now exposed groin, and send a right palm up into Luca's jaw with everything he could muster.
Luca tried to bite down on Bronzi's hand, just as Bronzi was trying to bite his as he continued wailing on the Gartagen, giving only a moment's pause to register the hit to his groin.
And then the cigar fell out of Luca's right wrist, contained within the Grapple Stunner, and landed on Bronzi's chest. Luca blinked and stopped.
Bronzi paused. "FLF DA CINT?" He said struggling to speak. Luca took his fingers out of Bronzi's mouth, sitting on top of him as he watched the cigar sitting on his breastplate.
Bronzi's tail snatched the Cigar up, and placed it in his teeth. "Draw?" Luca nodded, stepping off of Bronzi and deactivating the Grapple Stunner.
"We should do this again...felt good to spar." Bronzi Said as he sat up. Luca extended a hand to help him up.
"Scott's going to have a field day after this."
Bronzi accepted the help and was back on his feet. "Got into a fist fight with the legend himself...now another goal...gonna go find dat Neko...HUR HUR HUR."
"Just can't keep your claws to yourself, can you?" Luca chuckled as he looked at the ring, and noted the blood and sweat of both combatants on the floor. Stains of red and a darker red with a sheen were dotting the floor.
"Wut? Erry body else can get laid but not Bronzi? Zeta walks around smellin' like you...may as well get some one smellin' like me! HUR HUR."
"I'll see if I can get a few Garts to migrate to Sargasso." Luca replied.
"Bah. I don't think a Gartagen woman could handle this. Neko has a fair chance of survivin'. Enzo said he knows some pink skin girls who'd take that as a challenge."
"We'll see. We'll see."
kicking nuts or twist your wrist.
God power keeps my pimp hand strong,
so trust me or you wont last very long!
God Hand - Credits
"So, what do you think of the Kestrel, Bronzi?" Luca asked as he stood in the cargo bay, after having shown the Gartagen around and explained the systems on it, and showed him where he'd be sleeping. In all, it was a well made Origin Industries ship with its characteristic hangar modification - and a wicked sick paint job.
Bronzi had during the tour said little. He was committing every corridor and room of the ship to memory. Mostly in case he ever had to defend it. This was not like the ships he had been on during his term of service in the RRF. Gartagen ships were dark, cramped and a maze of corridors. This ship was cozy.
"It's cute." Bronzi remarked as he looked over the paint job. "Slap some tits on her and she'll be havin' all tha' little boy ships wantin' to dock."
Luca chuckled in reply to the comment as he stepped over a painted line on the floor. "Tits on anything makes 'em better - makes the idiots stare while you sneak up on them from behind." He was speaking wryly from experience. "Now, I do have one request before you set up here." He was now standing in the middle of this and inside a circle painted on the floor. There was a view screen off against the wall.
Bronzi was already in the middle of a Cigar. He exhaled a plume of smoke. "Sure, whatzat?" He responded placing the stogie back into the clutches of his teeth. Luca had a clear view of Bronzi's teeth, including the sharp canines denoting that Bronzi's people evolved from carnivores.
Luca made a single step forward and had the audacity to reach towards the cigar, and snap it out of his teeth by grabbing it between his index and middle fingers and yanking. "I wanna see if you can get this cigar back." He grinned and made a jump backwards into a stance. If one were to try and identify it, it would've been some mix between Monkey Kung Fu, Orthodox Boxing and with a slight stagger and wave emerging from his midsection and moving through his body.
Bronzi scowled. His tail flicked at the sudden loss of his Tobacco, but he did not go for his weapons. Bronzi kept his gloves on preferring not to cause a serious wound to the pinkskin. Bronzi's feet spread apart, and his hands came up but they were not balled into fists. "Well I'd make a remark about killin' ya, but I doubt yer gonna die today."
Bronzi advanced. It was not sudden, but a gradual advance up Luca's left side. Despite his girth and size Bronzi displayed agility. He seemed to float towards Luca. Hands up, and ready for a scrap.
Bronzi led off. It was a quick snap with his right hand to Luca's innards. Nothing intended to put the other fighter out, but more of a probing blow.
Luca raised his left hand - the dominant of his two and the one not wearing the Grapple Stunner, and snaked it beneath Bronzi's arm to parry the blow, aiming it away from his body. During which, his stance became a little more upright, with more weight placed on his back leg.
Luca's parry connected, and deflected the Palm. Bronzi Used the momentum of his training to do what Gartagens did, and surprise their foes with sudden and overwhelming force. Bronzi sent his right leg up into Luca's sternum with full speed and force as if this were live combat. A kick from a Nepleslian like this would have been devastating, one from Bronzi would see Luca sent into the bulkhead behind him and out of the ring.
How Luca reacted was not how the average person would. Generally, the average person would avoid the blow by moving away from it, in this case by moving backwards. Luca twisted his entire body counter-clockwise and where he was a moment ago, Bronzi's leg was. However, he landed on the ground, face up. "I can see your bits!" He taunted, using it as a probe to see if the sparks of battle clouded Bronzi's judgement. His cigar was in his right hand.
Bronzi's leg came back and he snorted as he did a dead drop with his right elbow, down into Luca's belly. "Yea. I see yours." He retorted. Luca responded by using his momentum from the previous drop to continue rolling - but his taunt had left him one second late. Bronzi's elbow drop connected with his left forearm.
The view screen lit up with a "0-1", and Echelon's voice could be heard: "F1RST BL00D T0 BR0NZ1! F1RST T0 F1V3 W1NS!"
Bronzi did a kip up and was back on his feet. He had taken a defensive stance anticipating Luca would not take that lying down -- any more. Figuratively and literally. Luca hopped back up from lying prone, and cracked the knuckles in his left hand. "Ooh, tough crowd," He cooed. "You're smarter than the others." He darted in for a left double jab.
Bronzi dodged the first jab, but his reflexes put him in line for the second to connect across his right cheek. Bronzi felt the shock, but received none of the disorientation that followed a full on face jab. For Luca he felt like he had just slammed his fist into a padded wall or a bag of sand. Luca followed this up with a right cross. The Grapple Stunner on his arm was not powered at this point, so he was only using his strength alone - and not the Grapple Stunner's thunder.
Bronzi's left hand snapped up connecting with Luca's at the wrist stopping the heavier hit. Bronzi then retaliated sending a swift, sharp head butt at Luca's mouth. "Ya talk a lot." Bronzi said flashing a bright smile. Luca leaned back and Bronzi's head missed. He could feel Bronzi's hair tendrils against his chest and slapping against his face. He put his hands down on Bronzi's head and leapt over him - the two facing back to back for a moment.
It was like fighting a bouncing ball with a big mouth. That moment though, Luca would feel something wrap around his left leg. "Shit, Luca where ya go?" Bronzi started moving forward dragging Luca off of his feet. "I can't seem ta find ya..." He moved again Luca in tow. Hrm...Uh oh!" The Tail released Luca and Bronzi loomed over Luca. "Arite. enough games. Turn yer toy on." Bronzi said stabbing a finger at Luca. The scoreboard now read 0-2 to Bronzi.
All he had to do was crack the knuckles in his right hand and think really hard. The Grapple Stunner crackled alive and he stood up. "You have a tail, and I have a fist. Now we're even."
Bronzi held his hands up like he had no idea. "Fair is fair. If yer having trouble...yer can always bring in yer woman. Heh, I reckon her shiney wammer will do more then turn me on."
Luca now stood into a more practical fighting stance, and the tension rose between the two. The air was becoming thicker as adrenaline begun to flow in their systems and sharpen their reflexes. All he did was raise one eyebrow towards the Gart. All it said was: 'Your move.'
Bronzi let out a large belch that seemed to shake the bulkhead. His tail flicked rapidly slapping the deck. Bronzi then rushed at Luca head on. No push to the left, and not to the right but he struck at Luca's strongest point, dead centre. Bronzi's hands were a blur. Left left right left, right right. Bronzi began delivering his palms at Luca's face and body, and it was unrelenting. Luca was similarly unwilling to budge, raising both hands and striking out to parry and pummel back every strike that came his way. His gloved hands felt like they were striking a bag of sand each time, but he wasn't going to allow himself to crumble down.
And then he found an opening at the Gartagen's neck and struck with his right hand, leaning into the blow in full. The blow connected, but Bronzi was alert, He moved opting to take the hit on the side of his head rather then in the throat. His world seemingly lit up with the electricity from the stunner coursing through his skull. Bronzi lost his momentum but was back and alert. He swayed and his left arm came around, but the palm did not finish, it jerked away and an elbow was screaming into Luca's chest.
Luca lowered his own elbow to block the gartagen elbow, and he snapped his left leg upwards into Bronzi's midsection, heel and toe twice in rapid succession before making a higher kick upwards.
The midsection kicks struck Bronzi in his mid section. The thigh kick was caught at the ankle. Bronzi tightened his Grip, and though his hands were gloved, Luca could feel the jagged claws itching to taste his blood. Bronzi snarled and pulled Luca up suddenly so that his ass was in his face. "Arite, where is that cigar..." The Yamataian man would feel Bronzi fumbling through his pockets.
The cigar was hiding up his left wrist. Bronzi was finding lint and the occasional bullet or piece of candy in Luca's pockets. Luca's body took a moment to adjust to its new gravity before he realised how he was being held, and he balled his two fists together in a hammer, held them away from Bronzi and swung at his groin, arching his back for extra leverage. The hammer blow landed. Of course there was little Bronzi could do to avoid such a move considering the position they were both in.
Bronzi jolted, but Luca would not his fists collided with a metal plate, rather then Bronzi's lovely bits. He grunted. "Ya little flirt!" His voice quivered. Bronzi bent his knees and jumped up and forward, then grappling Luca's leg with both hands he brought him down into whip like motion the fall, and released. Luca anticipated this and curled up as he landed on the ground, rolling twice to absorb the force of the impact, and turned around on one knee before getting back up and rushing the Gartagen with a spear tackle.
Bronzi was patient. He realized the mistake many made against Luca; they try to match him. Luca did not win because he was stupid - he won because his enemy was stupid, and rash. Bronzi braced himself. His feet planted, and his tail mashed the ground. The spear hit and Bronzi went stumbling back. "TICKLE ATAAACK!"
"What th-AH!"
Bronzi's hands tickled Luca's sides. He did this for a few seconds, then his grip tightened. "Powerbomb."
Bronzi lifted Luca up over his head, so Luca's back was facing the ground. Luca, meanwhile, put his left hand into his jacket and undid a strap that held the assembly together. Bronzi then dropped Luca with full force, and he came tumbling out of his jacket, with the Grapple Stunner still attached to his arm. The right arm of the jacket had a very short sleeve that tucked under it, and Luca landed in front of Bronzi, twisting out of the jacket he'd strapped himself into.
The only problem with this was that he'd feel Bronzi's hits even more now that he didn't have a layer of quilted stone thread to protect him. His right arm crackled with a ball of lightning and he struck Bronzi in the chest.
Bronzi went flying. Luca's coat flapped in the wind and fell down, caught by its owner and draped over his shoulder like a cape. The ship shook. Bronzi was in the bulkhead. He groaned as electricity crackled over his armour. He forced himself out of the indentation, and landed face first on the deck. He exhaled and then stood back up, a bit gingerly.
Bronzi resumed his stance, and then motioned to Luca to bring it on. The scoreboard read 1-2, still to Bronzi.
"That...sucked." Bronzi said with a huff.
"Doesn't it just?" Luca replied as he tossed his jacket outside the ring and cracked his knuckles.
Bronzi switched his stance. He spread his legs out evenly, and he took a wide stance. He growled softly. The stance was different then the one Luca had seen. The original stance was the military RRF stance. Direct...designed to kill. This stance was something different, less militaristic...but clearly much more specialised.
Luca's stance, meanwhile had changed, he was now hopping on the balls of his feet, and kept his right arm to his side whilst the other was behind him in an open palm. Perhaps this stance was designed to take the most advantage of the Grapple Stunner, and invented in the fire of combat.
"F1GHT!" Echelon announced now that the two were in position.
Bronzi moved in a wide arc to Luca's left. He was hunched over with his face presented, and his hands were held open, fingers tensed and spread. Clearly this was a native Gartagen martial art form. Designed to take advantage of the claws Bronzi possessed. He closed in on Luca slowly. Luca responded by circling around him slowly and steadily, still keeping his left hand up and open as the Grapple Stunner made the hair on his right side stand up, making his sideburns spikier than usual and his chest hair poke against his tank top. Bronzi did a Lariat to Luca's right, rolling and then snapping up with a palm into Luca's ribs. The blow was not a direct strike, but a circular twist of the arm. Luca responded by limboing to avoid the blow, falling backwards and cartwheeling out of harms way. Now that his jacket and all the gear contained inside it was gone, he was much faster.
Bronzi adapted, doing a sweep with his whole body at Luca's hands in mid cartwheel. Luca's hands retracted and he appeared to complete the cartwheel without touching the ground. Yamataian gravity control, whilst limited still had incredible uses in a creative mind. He landed feet up and twisted to face Bronzi, raising his right arm and bringing it down on him.
Bronzi's left hand snapped up and grabbed Luca's fist. The crackling electricity of the Grapple Stunner sending its charge into Bronzi. Bronzi extended Luca's arm and positioned him self face to face. 'th-th-thissss a-a-a-ll y-y-a g-g-gotttt b-i-ig booooy.." he was smiling as the energy ran over him. It hurt. There was no denying it. But he was no stranger to pain. A gartagen could take it. Bronzi was no mere Gartagen. Squeezing, Bronzi sent his right palm into Luca's elbow.
Luca twisted his arm to escape Bronzi's grip - the strike to his elbow could've been much more damaging if it was anchored to Bronzi's left hand. It knocked Luca off balance for a moment, his Grapple Stunner making him overbalance.
Bronzi pushed forward taking advantage of the lack of balance. Bronzi sent a double snap at Luca's ribs with his left palm and then with a roar he delivered his right knee up aiming for Luca's kidneys.
A strike to the kidneys would guarantee that you'd be urinating blood for the next couple of days at the least. Luca was no stranger to this experience but he didn't want to repeat it. He toughed out the two rib strikes from Bronzi, but grabbed his knee as it was trying to reach his kidneys, lifted it and twisted counter-clockwise.
Bronzi resisted, jerked his knee back out of the grip. Bronzi then executed a one tow. The first Strike was with his right hand into Luca's lower back, once again at his kidneys, The follow up was up, Into Luca's very manly chin. Luca turtled to block both blows with his arms, and then tried to grab his wrist and pull him forwards, so Luca could get behind him. It was getting increasingly apparent in the melee that a front-on approach was not ideal - but a back approach was difficult thanks to that bloody tail.
Bronzi rolled with the pull forward. He turned about and was facing Luca once more, who was still facing backwards, and opened by making a backwards kick with his left leg and twisting around. "Neither of us are that good at giving up." He observed dryly, breaking up the dialogue of grunts and roars that was punctuating the battle.
"So...were gonna do this to tha death then?" Bronzi queried?
Bronzi started taking his gloves off. "Arite...if you want....if I win I get Zeta though."
"You'll get her arm first." Luca said as he raised his Right Arm and made it crackle. It was time to finish this once and for all.
"1N TH4T C4SE, N3XT D0WN W1NS!" Echelon piped up. "SUDD3N D34TH!"
Bronzi roared and charged fourth. No guts no glory. Even if he lost, it was still to Luca Pavone. There was no complaining. Bronzi went at Luca in a flurry of dodges and palms at his face and body again. It was jerkier this time, A grapple was met with Bronzi jerking his wrists and arms out through the breaks in Luca's wrists. It was a lie. A distraction. In the middle of this flurry of attacks dodges and successful blows...Bronzi's right foot slammed down onto Luca's toes, on his left foot.
Crunch.
He wouldn't be walking too heavily on that foot for a while, even with durandium capped boots on. The power of it was overwhelming. But, that didn't deter him, because now he had a stable base to stand on as he interrupted the pummelling duel by reaching in, grabbing Bronzi by the chin and snapping his right foot into Bronzi's knee, heel first as he made power course through his right arm. As he reached in, two blows connected his face solidly, blackening his eye and bruising his cheek.
And he didn't flinch.
Bronzi felt the pain in his leg, and then in his head. The grappler was excruciating. Bronzi could see why Luca favored it so. He groaned in agony, clinching his teeth. While Bronzi was a lunk head...he had a low cunning. Bronzi's hands snapped. His left hand wrapped around Luca's testicles allowing the surging power of the grappler to surge through him self and back to its owner. The other hand touched Luca on his solar plexus....the switch board of the pink skin body. "I c-c-could y-y-y-ank em o-o-offfff..." Bronzi stammered.
Bronzi's tail curled up around Luca's left leg..and suddenly jerked hard, in an effort to send Luca to the ground. But Bronzi would go with him. Luca put his head back and slammed it forward into the Gartagen's mouth, withdrawing his right arm and punching him in the face as they fell, trying to twist so Bronzi was on the bottom when the two hit the ground.
Bronzi tasted blood and felt another tunder shocking punch. Luca had gained the advantage through his resistance to the pain. Luca was on top, and Bronzi huffed. The now straddled Bronzi did all he could do, He sent a knee into Luca's now exposed groin, and send a right palm up into Luca's jaw with everything he could muster.
Luca tried to bite down on Bronzi's hand, just as Bronzi was trying to bite his as he continued wailing on the Gartagen, giving only a moment's pause to register the hit to his groin.
And then the cigar fell out of Luca's right wrist, contained within the Grapple Stunner, and landed on Bronzi's chest. Luca blinked and stopped.
Bronzi paused. "FLF DA CINT?" He said struggling to speak. Luca took his fingers out of Bronzi's mouth, sitting on top of him as he watched the cigar sitting on his breastplate.
Bronzi's tail snatched the Cigar up, and placed it in his teeth. "Draw?" Luca nodded, stepping off of Bronzi and deactivating the Grapple Stunner.
"We should do this again...felt good to spar." Bronzi Said as he sat up. Luca extended a hand to help him up.
"Scott's going to have a field day after this."
Bronzi accepted the help and was back on his feet. "Got into a fist fight with the legend himself...now another goal...gonna go find dat Neko...HUR HUR HUR."
"Just can't keep your claws to yourself, can you?" Luca chuckled as he looked at the ring, and noted the blood and sweat of both combatants on the floor. Stains of red and a darker red with a sheen were dotting the floor.
"Wut? Erry body else can get laid but not Bronzi? Zeta walks around smellin' like you...may as well get some one smellin' like me! HUR HUR."
"I'll see if I can get a few Garts to migrate to Sargasso." Luca replied.
"Bah. I don't think a Gartagen woman could handle this. Neko has a fair chance of survivin'. Enzo said he knows some pink skin girls who'd take that as a challenge."
"We'll see. We'll see."
