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Quzon and Konrad Spar.

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[The War Storm Pavilion] Embrace Violence

Postby Quzon on March 31st, 2017, 7:18 am

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A yell could be heard throughout the area of the Pavillion, causing several people who weren't already invested in watching the spar to focus their attention on it.

In their brutal game of violence, Quzon respected the low blow because it exposed a large flaw in his defense. Not a phisical one, but a mental one. Quzon had no qualms about doing anything in a fight to win, but had let his respect for the other man as a 'warrior' interfere with his judgment. He'd not expected the man he spared to go for a low blow. He had let the pain that burned between his legs act as his teacher to remind him of a lesson he'd forgotten: Victory above all, act noble after his enemies are utterly defeated.

As would any man, Quzon's hands reached towards his loins in heightened need to protect his family jewels from any further punishment. Mad with pain, the Myrian could only raise his eyebrows in shock as Konrad kept a hold of one of his legs to throw him backwards. As he was flung backwards, Quzon knew that to be content about what just happened, to be complacent, was to accept defeat.

Those thoughts as Quzon fell backwards were what spurred the Myrian to use something that he didn't normally wish to use in a spar.

Like a soothing rush of fire through every vein in his body, Quzon's pain, and the rush of battle motivated him into channeling a splinter of Myri's divinity into himself through the use of his Prowess mark, imparting the next action he took with an unnatural quickness.

In the short moment right after Konrad toss was made, throwing him backwards as he stood on one foot. Quzon's other leg leapt up off of the ground, swinging his foot around in attempt to kick the back of Konrad's head as his body floated completely in midair. It was a strike that carried a slight comedic value as Quzon's hands still held onto his crotch as he launched the last ditch revenge strike in response to the low blow. No matter if the kick landed or missed, his large form would inevitably hit the ground and he would do his best to get back up onto his feet to nurse his groin.

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[The War Storm Pavilion] Embrace Violence

Postby Konrad Venger on March 31st, 2017, 3:12 pm

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Gods, things never just bloody well work, do they?

Konrad managed to put the words together in his own head, just as Quzon was smacking down on the dirt a half-dozen paces away. In the tick or so before that moment, things went... a little blurry. Everything seemed to be going well. The Myrian yelped out in strangled, primal male agony, and the Sunberth boy grinned with feral glee as he hoisted and chucked the sod away-

Then a thunderbolt struck him around the temple, heralded by a shadow and the stink fo sweat and tanned skin.

He kicked you, his mind whispered in something close to shock. He shook away the stars and the shadows, seeing Quzon struggle upright, cupping his bruised bollocks. In mid-air, with his balls on fire, he still petching kicked you!

Konrad didn't give the bastard time to recover; that would have been folly, considering what he knew the bastard was capable of. Instead he came in fast and low, left foot swinging out in an arc, looking to take Quzon's legs out from under him-

-or at least, that was the idea. But while Quzon was hopefully focusing on either lowering his guard further down, or backing away from the blow, Konrad's leg would withdraw sharply from his feint, and instead he would rocket up of his other bent knee, ribs screaming-

-hurtling towards the Myrian knee-first, tall enough to aim at the hobbling Myrian's breastbone. He suspected the man was smart and fast enough to throw up a block, but with two hundred pounds of airborne mercenary flying at him, Konrad wasn't worried overmuch. Either way, itw as going to hurt, going to make an impression.

Careful, his mind whispered a tick before they came together again. You have to land the hit, first...

Don't Make Me Repeat Myself.

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[The War Storm Pavilion] Embrace Violence

Postby Quzon on April 28th, 2017, 3:15 am

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As Quzon's body hit the ground, he got the wind knocked out of him for a moment. He took a second to take a single breath of as he rolled to his knees to stand back up. His groin still hurt, but that sweltering heat in his loins ebbed out into a numbing pain. While no man... or woman for that matter, liked being hit in the groin, he found the sensation of numbing pain to be the best thing he could ask for considering the spar was still in full swing. Quzon knew that he lingered in place for too long once he noticed Konrad running at him.

Quzon wasn't the type to back away from a blow, even in his slightly groin shocked state. He was taught that there was always a way to counter one motion with the other. As he lifted his hands back up into a fighting stance, he arched out downward with his right arm to try and block the left kick... but it was a feint. At that moment Quzon was at a loss as to how he was going to stop that spear of a knee from slamming into his body. But, he sure as petch wasn't going to let the full force of that knee spear land hit against his chest, that much was for damn sure.

Or? maybe, he didn't need to block it...

As Konrad's knee was about to land against his chest, Quzon pulled his right fist back.

- And then in one possibly regrettable moment, decided not to doge or block, summoned all the tired combat weary strength that the half isur could muster to lash out with his fist. He aimed to slam his knuckles into into Konrad's forehead. Quzon had just spent some time in mid air himself, so he knew that Konrad was on rapid river going only one way down a stream. He used the fact that the tall man's full body was now drifting through mid air to his advantage.

He aimed to use Konrad's forward momentum to make his punch hurt more, and hopefully have the punch also taper off some of the damage from that knee that suddenly connected against his chest. It forced him to groan as his body stumbled backwards to fall backwards against the ground as he gasped for air.

"That hurt.."

He thought to himself as he coughed up, trying to catch the wind that had just been knocked out of him.

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Postby Konrad Venger on July 21st, 2017, 5:09 pm

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Somewhere, a voice was telling Konrad he had to wake up. It sounded for a tick like Bessy, high yet gnarled, like an oak tree given voice. Then it was Three Eyes, that little rat petcher, voice lilting and inconstant as his loyalties. Finally he blinked and the veil of darkness swam away, receded like a tide, leaving some splotches behind, and the voice was his own.

Mumbling. Words tumbling over his lips like bile. Coming with wheezes and coughs and above him was naught but the sky and a handful of circling birds and why, why in Caiyha's name, couldn't he feel anything below his neck?

Oh, no, wait, he could. He definitely could. But his head hurt a lot more.

"Petch... me..."

He was vaguely away that maybe a dozen feet away, Quzon was faring little better. Only his agony was stemming from his chest, stubbornly refusing to just let him breathe. They must have made quite the sight, a pair of ferocious-looking sons of mothers, rolling around in the dust like greenhorns on their first day. Konrad forced the thought from his mind. Forced any thought from there, save for the one that brought him back, letting it evolve into-

"Get... up..."

One foot took an age. The other took only a lifetime, which was a marked improvement. The big man seemed to be mirroring him, coughing and hacking the air back into his lungs, and Konrad bit down until his molars creaked in protest.

Let it come. Let it burn and bite. The insult. The effrontery. The sheer sodding nerve that he'd hit you, like he was... was...

Any instructor worth their salt will tell you, don't fight angry. Don't fight with rage powering for limbs. It blinds you. Makes you stupid. Chases away the tactics in your skull and gives all your strength to unthinking, unreasoning, unprofessional hatred. For the most part, Konrad thought them right, and despite what most people would assume from his face and bearing, he rarely if ever fought angry. Always there was a cold, clinical flame that guided his hands, as if butchering a man was as emotionally taxing and plucking a chicken.

There were always exceptions, though.

Quzon would hear the scream, first. Starting as a growl, like a dog warning an intruder, then rising moments later in volume and pitch. By the time it was at full froth, Konrad was already coming in fast, arms up in a guard, wordless fury seeming to vibrate through his body and purge the sledgehammers clanging in his skull and then he started punching-

Hooks and straights at the bigger man, at his torso and head, or his guard if he threw up those meaty arms of his. A half-dozen of them, wild but still powered by the energy of a man possessed and furious, and still that screaming, that shouting, rage given no articulation but a blast of noise.

Konrad had learned how distracting it could be. Never nice having some big scarred bastard beating on you; even worse when he's fitting to split your eardrums.

His fist flew and stung as he punched, but the flurry didn't last long. He threw up his knee again, aiming under Quzon's guard, hoping to catch him in the stomach, knock him back, lower his guard, anything! The pounding in his head came with black tendrils with every report, now. His muscles were aching, draining... he could feel the life in them start to stagnate...

He had to end this soon, or the colored wanker would win simply by waiting him out.

Don't Make Me Repeat Myself.

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[The War Storm Pavilion] Embrace Violence

Postby Rufio on October 5th, 2017, 10:05 am

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G R A D E



Q U Z O N

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Unarmed Combat +3
Observation +3
Brawling +1
Wrestling +2
Endurance +1
Tactics +1


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Unarmed Combat: Southpaw Stance
Unarmbed Combat: Roundhouse kick
Unarmed Combat: Blocking a kick with the forearm
Brawling: Tackling an opponent
Unarmed Combat: Judging an opponent’s moves by his breathing
Wrestling: Use your weight to hold the mount
Wrestling: Bear hug technique
Wrestling: Belly-to-belly surplex throw
Endurance: Withstanding a cupped ear blow
Konrad: A tenacious, if dirty, fighter!
Brawling: Always be prepared for a low blow
Tactics: Taking a hit to dish one out


penalties

Quzon walks away with bruising to his throat, temple & testicles, and deep bruising to his shoulder-blades, as well as a fractured sternum, which will heal in 6 weeks with, or 10 weeks without, rest & a healer's attention.


K O N R A D

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Unarmed Combat +3
Wrestling +3
Endurance +1
Subterfuge +1
Tactics +1


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Unarmed Combat: Striking more than once in a move
Unarmed Combat: A tackle exposes the back
Wrestling: Wrap around & twist opponent to gain mount
Wrestling: Headlock choke
Unarmed Combat: Cupped ear blow
Wrestling: Ankle lock an opponent’s kick to gain the upper-hand
Quzon: Unrelenting in a fight!
Unarmed Combat: Flying knee technique
Tactics: Taking a hit to dish one out


penalties

Konrad walks away with deep bruising to his side, head & his ribs, with a rib fracture healing in 6 weeks with, or 10 weeks without, rest & a healer's attention.



  
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