Open [Anthonius Fighter's Pit] Impact Training

[Vik]

"Heh..." He had a grin on his face after she threw back his taunt. His eyes snapped to her face before he just shook his head. As it stood; he was both amused and a bit off his guard on the fact she was fairly fast. His teeth disappeared as he put on a face that was entirely serious now. His stance had hardened; albeit, a slight stumble happened. Was he, also nervous? Likely she could tell he was, but it was something he didn't admit to himself.

And it wasn't for a lack of effort that Vik kept himself from feeling his nerves about fighting in such a manner. He was on edge, mostly because he knew of the provincial- and admittedly silly; thought that women shouldn't be fighting. He had to roll his eyes even as dust dirt bunched up around his feet and he had to make a last second adjustment to his stance. However, his eyes were on her now as an opponent; and kept on her as she dropped to being smaller than he was. His eyebrows raised curiously at that; 'Why would she give me the striker's advantage? silly girl...' however; he had to drop that line of thinking immediately.

Especially since he was going to get punched in the throat if he wasn't careful.

He didn't spin dramatically to avoid; or push into the attack, that would require more finesse than he had. His arm muscles coiled and defined themselves as he drew himself up for the attack; his stomach muscles clenched and his body reacted to the commands it was already putting into action. He wasn't a being of finesse, not at all. Instead, what he did was decidedly different, from what any boxer would decide to do. As she went for his neck he went for the shoulder of the striking arm itself. Her blow, certainly; landed. But; as he was moving in- his left shoulder was the victim of her strike. He could feel flesh impacting and bruising already as he took it like a man, his ignoring of the bruise itself didn't make it less painful- it hurt...

But, he had a prime target in her striking arm; and while he could have gone for her pretty face; he wasn't in it to mess up a face. He was in it to hone is skill. That said, his strike; even if he didn't hurt her arm; allowed him to press forward and up against her body; with his shoulder. This was a tactic that many fighters on a street would use if it got to being too close, it was called a 'break' for a specific reason. This wasn't a pain inducing blow; or meant to be, but it certainly could be.

The wirey little man's pressing attack may have left him open drastically. Or it could force her back on her ass- all in all, he was learning. His center of gravity was at it's normal peak; he was balanced- mostly.

He wasn't taunting either, his lips were drawn into a thin line; and his jaw clenched. He wasn't seeing her as a woman it seemed; no- he saw her as an opponent. His gaze was on her body, but the way someone watches for unseen cues; to defend oneself.

And really, that's fairly respectable for a man fighting a young woman all in all.

Notes:

• This is his Normal Speech.
• This is his Thought Speech

[Zera]

He had been in the Fighter's Pit for some time today, but there was no shortage of action for Zera to learn from. Zera stood off on the sidelines, towards the edge of the pit. He was watching two fighters go at it, trying to watch what they do and see if he can't mimic their fighting styles and learn from them. He watched as they traded blows, dodging one-another. He paid attention to their footing, the way they carried themselves. Zera could see that the girl was a lithe boxer-type, while the gruff man sparring with her was some kind of street brawler. In any case, they both had valued skill that he could learn from. In-between what he found interesting, he practiced his jabs, and his form. One foot forward, one foot back, he punched the air with quick strikes. He even threw in an uppercut for good measure. Zera at first mimicked the punch the girl had just thrown moments before. It caught his interest, she had twirled to the right with an arm outstretched. Paying attention to the both of them, he copied their techniques seemingly at random, whichever seemed daring or well-thought. As he spun to the right, his own arm outstretched, he saw the potential in this maneuver, smiling to himself at his accomplishment as his fist soared through the air at an invisible foe. Paying close attention, he watched the brawler then get in close with a quick punch, turning his punch into a shoulder bash. The punch had allowed him to get in close, and he admired the ingenuity of it. Zera copied this too, throwing a wide punch and turning with his feet to place his bulkier, more resistant shoulder closer to the invisible enemy. He watched closely, trying to see what the two would do next.

[Adara Meadows]

Adara Meadows ---- Of course she was fast. She weighed considerably less then a large majority of the men she took on in a fight. Of course her lightness did not always mean speed; but most of the time it did. She was briefly aware of eyes watching. Chills crept up her back at the thought, but now was not the time to focus on such things. There was often a crowd when she was fighting. Now was the time to focus on Vik. Adara did not plan on this fight being over before it even got started. Her fist landed solidly on his shoulder and it sent the blood rushing through her body. It was really time for the fight then. It didn't feel like a real fight until the first punch landed either her or the opponent. The dancing before was just a show before things got started. Now it was time to get serious. Her moment of relish was soon over as his own attack landed on her outstretched arm. Teeth clenched and muscles locked as pain flooded through her senses. A boxer had to grow a thick skin to stay in this game. Still, no one liked being pounded on. He was too close and she knew it. She knew Vik had the upper hand when it came to strength. So being so close to the man was like being too close to death. He could get a good hold on her and squeeze and squeeze until she could no longer breath. She had to break away. With his shoulder up against her body Adara switched the position of one of her legs, trying to hook it around one of Vik's stocky ones and pull until he hopefully either fell over or stumbled back. Which ever that got him away from her. She could feel her own balance tipping through,which was not a good thing for any fighter. If he didn't fall she certainly would and that would ruin it for her pretty quick. Her locked on his body searching, searching for something she could use, a grip, a scar, anything really. With her left side stinging a little Adara tried to push forward on Vik in her aim to trip him over. ----

[Vik]

Vik could not believe his mild luck in this situation. Instead of forcing him back like he'd expected her to do. It was a natural reaction of course, instead; with her deciding to clench with him- or rather, the act of grappling an opponent in a boxing match- it made his attack easier. He was able to keep his balance enough, albeit she had stopped him almost dead in his tracks. She had a good set up for control of the fight. However; he didn't try to break away from her! That would have thrown him to the ground. Instead; her pressing against him and attempt to wrestle him allowed him to attack in retaliation!

The harsh jab to her ribs was delivered with a short knuckled punch that was common in most fighting arenas when it came to being so close to one another. It wasn't wild or calculated. It was too close to dodge for anyone. Although, with the position they were in; it was a little less hard that the punch to his; now aching, shoulder! It hurt, it stung; but it wasn't fight ending by any means.

Her hand however found purchase; rather easily, on the loose jacket and, if she wanted; the belt in his pants. It was easy to find such places and even so; she didn't really have to work at taking a hold either. He was busy doing what he'd intended!

But, now? He felt his knee starting to buckle; he was a strong wirey fellow yes- but he was also much smaller than she was; and a good six or seven pounds heavier in all likelyhood. He wasn't going to be carrying her weight and his for long. And that's what was happening was he was giving out! He breathed a bit harder; his eyes closing as he simply used one hand to take a hold of her pants- the other still mashing itself into a fist against her rib. He decided to take a fall as it were. He adding his full weight into pulling her in the same direction she was trying to put him down.

She was in control of the fight for now, but; going with the flow could certainly put her off balance if she wasn't careful! He exhaled roughly, a bare acknowledgement to the fact he was exerting himself. His breath was hot, and against her arm as he attempted to wrest control away by taking the fall!

As he did this, his mind calculated the course of action next. He could get up easily enough; but, even so- he was unsure he could adequately protect himself against her should he fail to drag her to the ground as well. He wasn't going to fight dirty for the moment; but, he was using what he could to his advantage. The true art of brawling was doing that- and he was pretty alright with it.

That said, she really did sting like a bee- he could feel his arm already starting to bruise. A small smirk crossed his lips at that; she could really give him a bit of the rough and tumble... That's the kind of opponent and woman he liked!

Notes:

• This is his Normal Speech.
• This is his Thought Speech

[Adara Meadows]

Adara Meadows ---- A sharp grunt of pain escaped her as his fist pounded into her ribs. Eyes shut tight and the many colors of pain flashed across her vision; blue, green, red, a lot of black. Tightening her jaw and opening her eyes Adara clenched her stomach trying to harden the surface Vik was relentlessly pounding on. At least, with them being so close at this moment he could not wind his arm all the way back and give her the fullest of hits. Just hold on Adara, hold on and fight through the pain. Your used to this. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps as she got a hold on his belt. With another grunt; this one more for effort then pain Adara tried to pull Vik ever closer to her body and hopefully ram his stomach into her knee; which she held up and ready. That was when they started to fall. Adara tried her best to keep her feet solidly planted on the ground as he went tipping over; but his wretched hands were on her pants. A cry escaped her open mouth as they fell together. Adara landing on the smaller, stronger man with a small huff; her hair falling around her face. For a moment a smile formed as a small laugh came forth from her throat. This was no boxing match! It only lasted a moment and then she was a fighter once again. Adara aimed to try once more to jam her knees into Vik's stomach. This would render him breathless and hopefully immobile long enough for her to scramble to her feet. With them both on the ground she felt as if he had the advantage. Being able to wrestle her to the ground with his arms wrapped tight with a choke hold. So, she just had to get back up. Her hands stayed on his chest, trying to use what weight she had to keep him down. She prayed to the gods he wasn't strong enough to lift her clean off of him with his arms. ----

[Vik]

The point they fell he had purposefully tried to angle it so he'd be on top- not all that odd for a man really; if he was considering her a woman of course. She was his opponent and in reality he was just keeping his concentration on movement; and not- her pushing against him and using her weight to force him to the side. When his shoulders hit the ground it was that which knocked the wind out of him. But, with her basically on top of him; he was dazed for a few moments; he could feel his shoulders aching now- and he just snorted a low laugh, "All in good fun yeh?" He wasn't annoyed or even upset- most men he'd met got quite incensed at being forced out of their comfort zone.

He was still gasping for breath when her knee raised up to strike right into his belly. It... Didn't hit the intended target, it was a bit too low, but his eyes crossed a bit as he just gagged. That caused him to clench his jaw as the harsh, acidic taste of bile rose. He salivated a lot; his jaw clenched as it was and him swallowing hard to keep from vomiting. He scooted himself away from where they were; he rolling over on to his belly before rising- not quickly mind you. But fast enough so to defend himself! He turned his head even as he stood now, spitting a wad of filmy brackish phlegm to the side. He just readied himself again now; having made sure she didn't take that opportunity to sucker punch him.

"Yech..." He kept himself guarded now; his eyes intent on her as he began in; his movements were purposeful now. He was not low to the ground nor was he reducing his height. However; he let a wild jab with his right fling itself around in a loose arc; it was speedy, it was hard! But, that was the point. A feint if ever there was one. His stance slid into a change of positioning at the moment his arm flung! He had left his right side open! But, that was the crux of the trap at that point. As his left was rising up knuckles aiming for her diaphragm.

His face was hardened into a sense of purposefulness- and his gaze hadn't once wavered from her face. If he was mad; which he wasn't, that stony grit that he had in his eyes and the determined flatness of his lips certainly gave the impression that he was.

If only for intimidation purposes, albeit, his small stature REALLY didn't do much for him in that department. His glare however, might still be somewhat unsettling for anyone not used to fighting men that used their entire bodies in combat; not just their fists.

Notes:

• This is his Normal Speech.
• This is his Thought Speech

[Adara Meadows]

Adara Meadows ---- Her breathing was coming out fast. Heat seemed to be accumulating in her head; evident from the many beads of sweat that now decorated her face and neck. Chest heaved up and down with her ragged breathing. It was all part of the fun really. Something you got used to and even longed for. It meant she and her body were working hard. The whole point. Just as her leg was poised to come down and fall on her victim he was rolling away. A gasp of pain escaped her maw as Adara's knee came down on he ground; hard. With a painful growl on her face she rolled over watching as Vik slipped away from her, rising to her own feet. With gritted teeth she ignored whatever pain her body was faintly crying out about. With a deep breath Adara rose to her feet and stood at her full height. Her dark orbs narrowed as she watched him closely. What was he doing next? Was he mad? Her head tilted to the side and the small smile on her face only grew. If he was angry with her she was only finding it amusing. An angry partner meant one whom did not think before he fought. Perfect for her. Let him be mad. Adara skid backwards as his arm came for her, raising the dust around her in a billowing cloud. Air sucked in tightly through her rounded lips as she stiffened. She knew there would be a bruise later from the hit he just made. Lifting her own arms up Adara swung with her right arm for the base of his throat as he was going for her. She went for Vik's armpit as he swung his knuckles at her. That of course meant his hit would land as she was not dodging it but hopefully she would get one of her own in as well. ----

[Vik]

It was a given that he'd take a hit from leaving his right side open. However; their height difference made the stroke against his armpit rather difficult as it was. That would be if he was striking normally, as of the moment he was rather wildly swinging; so he wasn't dodging her blow. But, his wild strike missed; barely grazing her ear as his actual punch hit. Her not dodging was a mistake on her part; as much as his leaving himself open was on his own part; really, this was but a comedy of errors it was.

His strike was the first of the two exchanged; his fist had clenched hard enough to draw small beads of blood from his palm- and as he impacted her diaphragm- he felt the telltale ripple of a fibrillation within the body; that isn't to say bleeding, no- it's a cramping spasm that lasted for all but a few seconds. But; it allowed for him him to drive his knuckles further home as he put the full force of his legs into a hard, vicious press against her sternum and the breathing muscle itself.

That, however; was when the strike to his armpit hit.

There are pains in the world that one can endure without losing fighting effectiveness- and even a groin strike was shrug-offable with enough training. Even so, he had unfortunately neglected his under-arm and his sides in favor of toughening his hands, neck, and jaw. The pain that ignited through his side was cripplingly effective as a sharp intake of air happened. It really did leave him gagging and gasping for air. But, he wasn't relenting as his arm that hand missed now circled around.

It was at that point that her second strike hit right against his nose; that, actually didn't hurt as much as one would expect it to. However, his lower lip split some as he was struck. The skin had been taut; it was his fault but... It could be worse. He had shifted himself into a lower stance to put more force into the strike of his left arm.

He could feel the telltale sign of the cartilage being traumatized, the rupture of vessles in the nose itself. But, he wasn't bleeding yet. It hurt like petch though.

If there was any time, it was now for him to use the grapple that she had been fearing most of all- his short frame was not exactly made for this type of maneuver and really; he normally wouldn't try it. But she'd had to come down low enough to get his armpit; even if he was extending himself it was enough to get a hold on her head. And more specifically her hair.

Or he would, if he could feel the fingers on his right hand.

His fingertips were numbed and sent blazing signals of pain to his brain. As she had struck the cluster of nerves in his armpit, that now made it so that feeling was rather- non-existant for the several seconds of intense pain.

Instead, as he used his legs; he once again; forced her away from him. His teeth grit harshly as he scuttled backward; he felt a bit of chipping on one of his front teeth too. She'd jarred his head pretty badly but; it wasn't something he was unused to. For now, he was shaking his right arm and hand; trying to get feeling back in them before she could get in close again. Already the discoloration of the bruise was spreading along his underarm and around his bicep. She had ruptured several capilaries in that strike. But, the swelling was- mildly; meaningless to him. He was still ready to fight.

Her other blows were starting to appear too; he seemed to be resiliant at least. He just flashed a wry grin, before speaking, "S'a fun foit. Ya hit like a girl shuldda yeh; nice an 'ard. I loikeh tha'." His left hand came up to his nose and then; pressing against the left nostril; he snorted. A bit of blood; some nasal discharge.

Then his other hand came out; pressed against the right; and he repeated the motion. No blood that time; but after that, he seemed ready to continue. He might be on his last ropes though; he had made some dumb choices while fighting; sweat boiled from his chin, chest, and brow. But, at least he seemed to be enjoying it.

Enough to be mildly flirtatious at anyrate.

Notes:

• This is his Normal Speech.
• This is his Thought Speech

[Adara Meadows]

Adara Meadows ---- Her body was starting to hurt; to complain at the abuse she was giving it. A frown now washed her smile away as Adara silently told herself to stop complaining. It wouldn't be that bad, she just had to keep thinking that. Yet, as the air was being pounded out of her she could feel parts of her body giving way. It didn't want to have to put up a fight with conditions like this. Blood, mixed with bile filled her mouth. Letting out a growl she swallowed the disgusting mixture, forcing it back down the way it had come. The hit had forced her to slid back a few inches. There was no way she was standing her ground after being hit like that, unless she was willing to take far more damage to her frame. He almost didn't have to move her away himself. Her dark eyes widened in fright as he reached out to grab for her. A sharp intake of air moved her backwards again, stumbling a little as she went. ABove all things she did not want to be in the grip of this man. If that happened then who knows how she would get out. Instinctively her eyes went to the muscles bulging along his arms. Picturing in her mind those things wrapped around her tight. Not a pleasant thought at all. It was a good thing he was occupied with his numb had. It allowed her to get more certain of her footing and close off her mind to the pain. She was certain there would be bruises of all colors on her stomach later if not already there. Adara tried her best to keep her face expressionless, not wanting to show how much pain she was fighting to put near the back of her mind. "S'a fun foit. Ya hit like a girl shuldda yeh; nice an 'ard. I loikeh tha'." Adara offered him a small grin. "Well I want it to hurt don't I?" She asked with a small tilt of her head. She did not even flinch as he sneezed out blood. It was something she had grown used to with years of being busted open as she did the exact same to others. "Ready to keep it up tiger?" She asked with a small nod raising her fists up to block her face as she gave him a glare. She could feel the energy she had early had quickly depleting. Rolling her shoulders she took another step back. Without waiting for his reply Adara shuffled forward aiming multiple fast and powerful jabs for his stomach and sides. ----

[Vik]

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Sorry about the lack of response for a couple of days. I've been quite sick.

Vik was starting to wonder if the woman had actually thought through how she was attacking him. She continued to lean forward, to pitch herself off of balance to strike lower on his frame than she really should. He'd figured that she was just testing him for the first couple of harsh attacks. But now? He was certain she was just burgeoning out of Novicehood.

He did, truthfully; wish to stop. Perhaps get something to drink or something to eat; maybe soothe his aching side and bruised body. But; her assault on his stomach and sides was met with a step right into the blows themselves. He could ignore the pain for just a few moments to do something rather 'dastardly'. Since she was pushed forward far enough to go for low strikes; of which those that struck were; really- not as effective as they would be on a taller opponent, yes- they bruised, yes they hurt; and certainly he'd be gagging on his own breath soon enough.

But it allowed for him to move into her space- and put his arms around her head.

While he knew she'd resist this, likely violently so; he was focused quite hard on ending the fight. His full weight now rested on his arms; and he was bringing her chest down, her head toward his body.

And then- with the warning of a snake-bite; his right knee came up. With his weight all on his arms and her back; this attack to the stomach was, unless she were intelligent enough to throw him off balance- and even then; was relatively improbable to avoid without some, mild, intuitive understanding. The blow itself was like feeling a sledgehammer run into one's gut- it was a painful, horrific thing that would cause anyone to vomit up their last days meal; and that- was usually, how a fight ended between two hand-to-hand combatants.

Even so, her blows to his stomach and sides caused an excruciatingly massive amount of pain. And the bruises upon his right side, the ones that were over bone; one ruptured and blood began to run down his side. He could feel bone starting to bend a bit; but, his attack course set? He didn't seem to give a single care in the world as to how he was being attacked.

He was too focused on the win to care about her strikes. His breathing was ragged and harsh; he felt blood well up in his mouth from him splitting his own lip to dull pain in his sides... And, unless that knee strike to her gut had finished the fight; or at least made her unable to fight back. He...

Was in a sore spot.

Competence in something does not make one particularly good at decisions, and he was finding that out the hard way.

Notes:

• This is his Normal Speech.
• This is his Thought Speech