[IC] Practice Duel

[Schradinger]

He stood at one end of the alley, left hand in the pocket of his dark blue dress pants, which matched the suit coat and vest he also wore, and the other holding a glass filled with an alcoholic beverage. An almost completely alcoholic beverage, in fact. So much so that it would have been toxic to anyone else that might drink it. To David it simply gave his throat an odd tingling sensation as it went down, just shy of a burning feeling. Good stuff.

He stood there, hand in pocket and hand on glass, simply observing the alley before him. There was no one else in it, but he had been told he could find someone here, someone that needed a lesson in manners. He'd never considered himself much of a teacher, or had much regard for manners, but today he decided he'd make an exception. He couldn't say why, maybe it was nagging feeling at the back of his mind or maybe he had just gotten tired of outmaneuvering politicians, but today he felt like he needed a good scrap. It had been far too long since he'd had one of those. All the way back in that weird maze-prison and the free-for-all whose conclusion he couldn't quite recall for some reason.

Regardless of why he was here, the important part was that he was, and so now he simply stood and waited for this mysterious mannerless being to arrive.

[Dolerman]

Isa wasn't drunk, she had an insanely high tolerance for alcohol, she drank premium whisky for the burn it gave her stomach before a fight, her dad used to say you need fire in your belly before you throw down, she took a small swig and let the bottle swing back and forth in her hand. She patted herself down for a ciggarette but cursed and spat when all she found was a damp empty box crushed in her pocket.

Fuck, wrong jeans, I don't know why I do this shit to myself.

Isa then started to stomp a little faster in her headed direction she took a left at the street she memorised and wound up in the alley where her opponent was supposed to be.
She spotted him slouched in the distance, he was a big guy, probably could handle himself quite well too. Her dark eyes locked onto his hand which was holding some sort of drink, everyone that Isa knew that driank also smoked so she called out to him with a raspy snarl.

Got any smokes? I'm fresh out, and the assholes on this street wont serve me any more. I've been killing for one since I left the underground man.

She then took a slightly more relaxed and slower pace as she trotted over to him, very relaxed but definitely jonesing for nicotine.

[Schradinger]

As a matter of fact, he did have a pack of smokes. Well, pack wasn't quite the word. He reached into his jacket, no doubt going for an inner pocket, and pulled out a shiny silver case with ornate gold filigree covering both the lid and the container itself, twisted into a myriad of intricate designs. He popped the lid open with a thumb then spun the case around in his hand to face her, revealing the neat row of double-stacked cigarettes inside. They weren't any identifiable brand, but if she was as strung out as she looked she likely wouldn't care.

"By all means, help yourself."

She was quite a bit shorter than him, about average height for a female, and wore a tank top that revealed the intricate tattoo covering her right shoulder. It also revealed a fair amount of the scars that resided on her arms, upper chest, and neck. Almost as many as he himself had, though hers were definitely more pronounced. He smiled slightly at that, a distant part of his mind idly wondering if he had finally found someone like himself after so many years of being one of a kind. It wouldn't be a bad thing, that distant part of him mused, but then again, it wasn't exactly terrible being the only one of his kind either.

[Dolerman]

Much obliged big guy, not too many generous types left in this city, which would indicate you aint from around here.

She hastily took the cigarette from his had and nodded to him in gratitude before lighting up in almost a flash and taking an indulgent drag on the smoke as it blazed bright red at the tip. It was only standing next to him she truly realised how big he was, rangy but still very solidly muscled, he had a stoic but very human air about him. She tried not to blow smoke in his face when she exhaled and decided to break the awkward silence.

You seem like an alright dude, but you know I'm going to have to kill you right?

her words were somewhat muffled by the cigarette in her mouth.

Sorry, it goes above my head, my fight promoter put out a bounty on you. He said I could bring you in alive but you I doubt youd be willingly captured if you could help it.

She finished the cigarette and stamped it out, her legs became slightly crouched and she took a few steps back, it was subtle, but any martial artist could tell she was in a battle ready stance. Her eyes were focused but understanding, she held no ill will towards this man but she was ready to kill him to take his corpse back to the undeground and collect his bounty. She didn't like it, she didnt dislike it, it was just business. But she couldn't deny the desire to scrap with a worthy opponent.

I'm pretty handy with a sniper, I could have popped you on your way over here, but I decided to leave my guns at home, I'm a fighter after all and this is what I do. Out of respect for you as a combatant, I'm willing to leave firearms out of this. Now get ready, dont make any mistakes, the slightest misstep could cost you your life.

[Schradinger]

Slightest misstep indeed. Like lighting up a cigarette in front of the man you're going to kill when he's holding a very alcoholic beverage. He knew why she was here. Someone like her wouldn't be here for any other reason, and as soon as the flame jumped off the match (or lighter, whichever one she was using), he almost casually tossed the contents of his glass at her face, right over the open flame. With such a high alcohol content, the fumes would be more than enough to ignite the drink as it passed over the flame and into her face, and the motion held no pre-existent tells. No contortions of the face, no tensing of the muscles just prior to imminent combat, just a man emptying his drink.

He almost felt bad for interrupting her like that, but this was life or death. You either took every advantage your opponent gave you, or you died quickly and painfully. He had no intention of doing the latter. None at all.

[Dolerman]

Isa's reflexes were good, but she was too close to the man to avoid damage completely. The man threw the alcohol at her, and she instinctively jerked away. Sadly she wasn't able to move out the splash range of all the drink and a small amount caught her lit cigarette. The beverage was highly flammable, more than any drink, so although it was a small amount, the flames jumped at her face and neck and started to singe her collar and lip as she patted it away as she was stepping back. She was definitely open for an attack, plus she couldn't see in front of her as she patted the last flame away from her slightly burned chin.

Cute little move there you big prick, you better hope you're next attack kills me, because the honor is out of the window at this point.

[Schradinger]

He moved the instant the liquid caught fire, leading with his right foot as he stepped forward and gripped the now-empty cup by its base to thrust it toward her. The blow was aimed to strike squarely on her nose, though the fact that he held the glass with the opening facing her meant that the rim would strike just above her upper lip and just below her brow, with enough force to break both skin and glass. If the glass did break, his grip on the stout base would relegate any pointy shards and jagged edges to the receiving end of the attack, very possibly blinding her in the process, and he was fairly certain his hand would remain unscathed. The same could not, in all likelihood, be said of the young woman's face. Right now he had the momentum of the fight on his side, and he was not keen on giving that up anytime soon.

[Dolerman]

Isa was frantic and off balance but she was a master fighter, although she couldn't adequately defend herself in such a short amout of time, she knew it was coming and her instincts kicked in, although she was temporarily blinded, she always kept her chin tucked in as part of her experience in boxing and did so the moment the liquid hit her, with the force of a haymayker she was cold clocked with the glass that the man was holding, he was probably aiming for the lower part of her face, but because of her last minuite chin tuck the base smacked against her much harder forehead.

The impact was staggering but not unbearable the glass smashed and the first broked shard made a moderately cut right above her eyebrow and a a few of the smaller fragments cut her right ear. But there was an advantage, because of her bullheaded forehead charging stance she resisted any knockback from the dirty attack and was now ready to counter as she started to feel blood drip over her eyebrow.

Like a springboard while the large mans hand was still extended she sliped forward at a very slight angle and threw a quick but stiff jab-straight combo to the exposed body underneath the targets armpit, she would then use the angle to circle away to that same direction to hopefully create some space.

[Schradinger]

He grunted as her punches drove home into his ribs, though the blows didn't hold enough power to break the bone they were still enough to drive the breath out of him. When she stepped through and back, he followed her movement, bringing his right foot back and around to keep himself facing her. He tossed the broken cup aside as he did so, raising both arms into a loose boxer's stance, held at chin height with his head tucked as hers now was, left foot leading with slightly more weight shifted back onto his right. His breathing evened out as he watched her, noting that the cut above her eye could prove an advantage for him, thanks to the abundance of small blood vessels in the forehead. She wouldn't bleed out from it or anything of that sort, but it certainly had the possibility to obstruct her vision.

Now that she had her space, David simply took his stance and waited, idly wishing that he'd had the time to remove his jacket before this all started. It was unnecessarily constricting, and likely wouldn't survive this encounter intact. Such a shame to ruin a fine jacket.

[Dolerman]

It was all a fluid motion, her two punches drove into the man's ribs with very loud and satisfying thuds, she had broken many ribs before with her bare hands but because this was a defensive quick combo, she didn't put enough weight into these punches to do that sort of damage, she also noted that this man's body was shockingly resiliant as the impact of punching was ringing through her hands after hitting him.

She gracefully circled to the side and noticed his impressive footwork to follow the angle and face her although he was clearly winded the previous attack, whoever trained him did it well, he knew how to cut off angles and in a fairly small alleyway that made a difference. He didnt launch an immediate counter attack so she had second to breathe. Standing still for a moment allowed her to notice the blood which dripping down her head and creeping towards her eye, she immediately dropped to one knee and scooped some dirt of the dusty ground and rubbed as much of it into her wound as possible, it stung like at hell but it would keep the blood out of her vision for a second.

You want to turn this into a chess match asshole? well I got your number, your move...

Keeping her guard as tight as possible, she chose not to leap into an attack allowing the man to catch his wind from the previous attack, instead she steadily inched towards him in a kickboxing stance, ready for anything.

[Schradinger]

He was grateful for the time she gave him and used it to remove the constricting jacket, tossing it onto a nearby dumpster lid. She was rising from her knee when he returned to his previous stance with his sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. He waited until she was at the right distance from him, then brought his right knee forward and up then extended the leg to drive a front kick straight between her elbows.

[Dolerman]

Isa, breathed a sigh of relief, she was in her element, inching towards a human in a combat stance, ready to dish out all sorts of violence on him. He adopted a stance which seemed to be a form of freestyle boxing, he was more relaxed than she was, her stinging wound had her in fight mode, she couldnt afford to give this man an inch, based on his earlier tactics.

Just as she was thinking of attacking the man, leant on his left leg to bring his right leg up for a powerful front kick, it was known in the fight circuit as the 'punt kick'. Isa knew how to kickbox so she knew that while kicking he would be putting all his balance on his standing leg, but first she would have to attempt to block the move, he was too tall and the reach of his kick was impossible to slip and counter, she dropped both forearms at her midsection to block the he stomach and the kick slammed VERY hard into her arms, she technically blocked it, but the man's shoe scraped the skin off her elbow and the impact of the kick rattled to her core, she felt her organs shake.

This man was not normal, Isa's normally inhumanly tough body was taking massive damage from blocked attacks.

Isa was now able to counter but not with her hands, as the were still numb from impact. He was doing a damn good job at keep her at bay, she wanted to circle away but his excellent foot work would probably trap her,so she went for the desperation move, she shot her body like a catapult forward looking to tackle the man to the floor, lowering her body hoping to use her powerful shoulder to crash into and pull him down from his left leg. She knew this was risky but she had a small hope beacuse he wouldn't be at full balance after the kick. And if she got him down she could follow up with some downward left elbows.

[Schradinger]

She hit him like a half ton of bricks, smashing her shoulder into his stomach and driving his breath away a second time as he dropped toward the ground. Whether thinking quickly or acting on instinct, he pulled his legs together to wrap them around her waist when she ended up between them, then rolled back as he hit the ground to spread out the impact and avoid any significant damage from the fall. From there, he would extend his hips to hold her back and keep his face out of fist and elbow range. He wouldn't stay there long, though, and would almost immediately pull his hips forward again to get her off balance and force her hands down to brace her body and avoid falling on top of him. Whether they landed on his chest or to either side of his head would be irrelevant, he had counters for both in his arsenal. It would be more problematic if she was quick enough to get a punch or elbow strike in as he pulled her forward, but he was aware of the possibility and as ready as he could be to defend against such a strike.

[Dolerman]

The tackle attack was very satisfying, the man was a lot heavier than he looked, and the impact off knocking him down. The satisfaction would be short lived as this man acted as any good martial artist would, he pulled her into his guard, using his thighs like a vicegrip to keep her in from of him. His extended hips pushed her away just as she was thinking of attacking with the elbow, but it was no point it would be a wasted attack if she couldnt strike his head.

She didnt stop for a second, as every moment counted, he was still winded enough for to attempt something a bit more creative. She used the momentup of her previous elbow strike to drop her right arm underneath the man's left knee as it was wrapped around her waist. She would then attempt to use left arm in tadem with the right to pry and isolate his left leg and drop to the floor with it in a stiff ankle lock. Isa was a master at bone breaking submission moves. Using her immense strength she could attempt to twist and heavily damage the ankle in her left armpit or use her torso and both arms as leverage to attempt snap the shin bone. The fact that he had pants on as apposed to bare legs like most cage fighters meant that there was more grip would make his leg very difficult to slip out of such a vicious move.

[Schradinger]

She managed to get her arms wrapped around his leg before he could interlock his feet behind her back to complete his guard and cut off her attempt at an ankle lock, which meant that he could do little from his current position to prevent her from leaning back to trap his leg. She was faster than he'd given her credit for, and in another circumstance that might have cost him. In this particular circumstance, however, with both her legs outside his own, she had no way to keep his back on the ground as she began to pressure the ankle, so all he had to do was sit up and follow her back until he was sitting on top of her stomach and the arms that held his lower leg. From this position, she would have no means of using the lock to her advantage, and both hands would be trapped beneath him as he began to rain heavy blows down on her face. With his right knee spread out to her left and his left foot planted just below her right armpit, he had a good base to give his punches power, and each one would be driven down with unrelenting force. He was careful though to avoid overextending in the case that he miss, as it wouldn't do any good to put holes in the brick of the alley floor and very likely damage his hands in the process.

[Dolerman]

Isa cursed under her breath, the tall man definatley had a good fighting instinct, finding the one way out of the hold before she had a chance to really secure it. As he started to lean forward to push against the ankle lock and mount her, she felt the space close in around her arms, luckily for her, she had no sleeves and although she was viciously strong her arms were still fairly thin so she didnt have any huge muscles to trap herself under the man's legs. As he mounted her, she used the backwards momentum to keep her legs apart and raised them in the air as she moved to her back.

This was now an unfavourable postion, although none of her limbs were trapped she was underneath a much stronger man who began to throw punches downward to her face, but she focused on keeping her legs back and free from being trapped.

SMACK!

The man's large fist slammed into Isa's face, felt like being hit with a brick. She felt one of her back teeth crunch from the impact of the heavy blow to her cheek. Isa had taken many punches before but she was fairly dizzy from this well placed punch. Her vision went blurry and her face was throbbing immediatley. She knew the was another punch coming probably but she couldnt focus her eyes right away and just focused on her shoulders,shifting her torso towards her right side.. her body was now twisting like a snake right, trying to turn he torso towards the man's right arm. She still couldnt see that well, but it was fine, she could do jiu jitsu blind, as vision is usually impared at the level of grappling anyway.

SMASH!

As she was setting up her torso she managed to shift out of the way of 2nd punch, but not completley, his fist didnt hit her face, but it just missed and clipped her should and ultimately hit the floor. Isa wasnt sure how much damage the man did to his own hand when it just missed her but even the small impact on her shoulder may have even sprained it as she felt a stabbing pain in armpit straight after. She couldnt afford to keep getting hit. This man was going to seriously cripple her. She had to time it just right, the man was just a little to tall to Kimura from his kneeled postion but his whole body dropped as he threw these devastating punches.

As he reared up for his next one she would shoot her body upwards like a spring and snatch his punching hand and and reach over that shoulder with her arms, locking his neck down and twising his elbow upwards using the leverage of both arm in a Kimura.

She was in her element, the crushing power of ground grappling was truly one of her strongest assets.

[Schradinger]

His second punch left no damage to himself, as he'd been punching at his target rather than through it in anticipation of just such an avoidance, so it was no surprise when the girl moved to defend herself. She shot off the ground as his right arm began driving down, but his weight on her stomach and the height of his torso conspired against her. Fast as she was, her reach wouldn't be enough to get over his shoulder and back down to complete her lock while half her torso was still stuck to the pavement, and he would try to grip her right wrist in his left hand, sticking it to his chest and twisting his body clockwise as he did so, putting her free (left) arm to his front where it would be impossible for her to continue her attempt at a lock. From there, his right hand would join the left on her wrist and he would simply fall back and kick his right heel back into her left armpit as his right foot hooked behind her head, pulling with the first and pushing with the second as he twisted her right arm thumb up and levered the arm bar to hopefully either dislocate or outright break the limb.