Parking Garage Brawl (1v1)

[ZombieKiller]

"The hell are you looking at?"
The elderly couple shuffled past him, averting their eyes. They had money, thick black coats and shined shoes. Marcus snarled and jammed his hands into his pockets. He kicked an empty coke can, it ground across the smooth concrete. He glanced at the tightly nit cars, each in its own little spot.
Level 5B

This was it, Kent told him to be here at 9:00. It was 10:00.
"Come on." He grumbled, "Where are you, dammit."
A car screeched and pulled around the corner, stopped next to Marcus.
"Where've you been, dick-head?"
Kent was a large guy, thick-necked and broad-shouldered. He wore a black pinstriped suit. "Doing business," he said while chewing on something.
"Nice Mustang, how'd you sneak up on me like that?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." He grinned wide.
Marcus groaned and ran his hand across his forehead, "Just give me it."

[Yaneznayo]

With a yawn, Zephyr walked through the parking garage. He was on his way home from the hospital, carrying his blue scrubs in his left hand and his car keys in his right.
Level 5B.
Walking to his sedan, he hears a car screech around the corner. The driver, seemingly oblivious to any pedestrians, drove recklessly. The Mustang would have crashed into him, had Zephyr not quickly dodged to the side.
He sighs and thinks to himself "People are too much in a hurry these days... someone might get hurt if he keeps that up."
Picking his scrubs off the ground and dusting them off, he resumes his walk to his car. He keeps an eye out, though, jolted by the near miss.

[ZombieKiller]

Kent exhales sharply and taps at the steering wheel, he then pulls out a black leather suitcase from underneath his sit and hands it to Marcus.
"Kent...what the hell is this?"
"Two kilos. You said you wanted something big, I trust you."
"Are you kidding..."
"No."
Marcus looks around and spots an Asian man with a doctor's uniform.
Did he hear us? Probably not. "Thanks. I'll take care of it."
"I'm sure you will." Kent revs the engine and peels away.
Marcus tests the suitcase's weight, Two kilos? He scoffs and starts walking towards the stairs. He pauses.
I'll make this night even better, I'm taking this guy's car. He hides the suitcase under an emerald green Porsche and approaches the doctor quietly.

[Yaneznayo]

Walking to the sedan, Zephyr notices a man walking towards him with a strange glint in his eye. Moving to the side, he sees the lanky man adjust his path to intercept him. Zephyr stops and looks at the man, tucking his keys into his pocket.
"Can I help you? Do you want something from me?"
Zephyr, not comfortable with the situation, takes a subtle step back into a more ready position, knees slightly bent, his scrubs draped over his left arm and his right arm resting lightly on them. He looks around to see if there is anyone else near, seeing nothing except tire skid marks a little farther down.

[ZombieKiller]

Marcus rubs his chin and looks the man up and down.
"I don't have a ride home, could you help me out?"
He balls his fists tightly and loosens them, "please?"
he puts on a pitiful expression.

[Yaneznayo]

"I'm sorry, but I have somewhere to be. If you'll excuse me, I have to get going"
He steps to the side, trying to go around the man without going into a direct confrontation.

[ZombieKiller]

"Fine, have it your way." Marcus steps back from the man and front kicks, aiming for his side. His hands are up, ready to guard. The kick is fast and smooth and snaps back.

[Yaneznayo]

Zephyr immediately steps back, away from his assailant, and throws the scrubs from its draped position on his arm into his face. If the man is distracted by the throw, Zephyr steps in, delivering a solid punch to the diaphragm and withdrawing back out of range, his hands up and ready to defend himself again, his legs spread in a low stance with a low center of gravity.

[ZombieKiller]

"What the-"
The scrubs temporarily blind Marcus and he is knocked bag several feet with the punch. He grimaces and then laughs, "Now this is fun!"
He stays in the center of the lane, arms ready to defend, standing on the balls of his feet with his right foot in the front for kicking. He jumps a little and moves back and forth, keeping distance from Zephyr. He gets to two yards away from him, then slides forward his back foot, fake-kicks, then shin kicks with the back leg at Zephyr's abd jabbing and his cheek. The movements are quick and recoil and quickly and possible.

[Yaneznayo]

Watching Marcus's stomach, Zephyr follows his opponent's center of gravity, his eyes locked onto Marcus's core. When he sees Marcus's body shift forward, he recognizes a lunge for an attack. Zephyr dodges to avoid the incoming kick. Staying low, he moves toward his opponent at a 45 degree angle to his forward momentum. This, unfortunately, brings him directly into the path of Marcus's second kick. Zephyr throws up both of his arms to bar Marcus's shin. Zephyr grunts with the impact and is pushed back two feet. The leg recoils and he brings his hands down immediately to steady himself. He takes advantage of his already crouched position near Marcus to swing his right leg in an arc with his left leg and both arms as a focal point, knocking Marcus off balance. If the sweep is successful, he pulls his right leg back under him and plants it on the pavement. He back kicks with his left heel aiming for Marcus's chest while he's still trying to regain balance to send him reeling backwards.