[The Gideon Combat Arena]A debt to society[Imass]

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

[The Gideon Combat Arena]A debt to society[Imass]

Postby Mist on August 8th, 2012, 3:00 pm


84 Fall 494


A large sandy pit was to be the place of the fight. Rings of stone benches rising upward away from it, to give a good vantage, giving a large seating area in case it was needed. Though the stands were mostly empty today. A few random spectators, the parents of the combatants, and a few friends or sparring partners of Imass come to see there comrade fight. Wondering if he would win or lose.

Off in a different chamber, the two combatants were to come as ordered, to see there charges, before they were to fight, an old Akalak reading them off.

One was a Akalak, Imass, ordered to come for his crimes, and the argument against this human. The other the said human, nearly as tall as the young Akalak, with short brown hair and green eyes, and an angry look on his face.

"Zenter, you are charged with breaking the laws of Riverfall. Rule 1, being uncivil and discourteous within Riverfall. Rule 3, Fighting or dueling within the city. And Rule 6, harassing a child, who in this case is also a konti and female."

"Imass, you are charged with breaking rules 1 and 3. The two of you will fight to prove your innocence. The winner will be waved of all charges. You will fight unarmed, and till one of you has received the requisite points to win."

Looking from one to the other, he would ask if they had any questions, and then direct them to each of there antechambers, from which they would come out of upon the match beginning. They would have a bell in which to prepare there, before the fight began.
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Postby Imass on August 11th, 2012, 2:41 am

Imass sat alone in the antechamber. He needed to prepare for the trials which were about to ensue. Prior to sentencing, Imass was reprimanded and punished by his father. This alone was enough for the young Akalak to realize his fault and repent, but that did not change the consequences of his actions. The boy would have to fight the human in a trial of combat in order to clear his name. Imass' father was sitting in the crowd and expected that his son clear all the charges in the most honorable way possible. The boy would fight not only for his own honor, but for the honor of his household. It was imperative that he win the contest.

Fear and uncertainty filled his mind and soul as he sat cross-legged on the floor. Hearing the wizened elder read off the charges was not easy for the boy. He cringed at every word. Deep down inside Imass did not want to be in this situation; he even felt like just breaking down and crying, however that was not a choice. Imass was not old enough to understand fully what was going on. All he knew was that now he was destined to fight in front of the audience, including his father and Naeya.

Before he appeared in front of the Counsel, his father had told him to meditate before the fight and nothing else. Imass needed to be in the best state of mental consciousness before the duel began. The boy sat cross-legged on the floor with a straight posture. He closed his eyes and rested his shoulders, arms, and hands on his lap.

Imass began to take deep breathes. He breathed in through his nose in a long drawn out sequence. He imagined in his head the air rushing into his body and spreading through his chest and stomach. His mind painted a picture of rolling and curling air filling up every corner of his body.

Once his chest was filled to the brink, he breathed out from his mouth letting his whole body empty of oxygen. He envisioned in his mind all the air rushing out of his body and with it all the evil from his dark side. He pictured black stained air escaping his body with every breath.

The boy took another deep drawn out breath. He felt his heart beating now. He listened to the rhythm as his heart as it pumped oxygen throughout his body. His heart was naturally going extremely fast, but with each full breath it slowed down. Each breath calmed his mind and body down until eventually his heart rate was as slow as it would ever get.

Imass continued to breathe deeply, still envisioning the air fill his lungs and darkness leaving his body always. As he learned from his father, the key in meditation was patience and cyclicalness. The Akalak boy needed to get in tune in order to be in the best condition to fight. It was simple, his mind's vibrations needed to coincide with body's own vibration. He continued to breathe in the same rate over and over. He forced himself to image visual with great colors exactly what was going on as he took each breath. When another thought entered his mind, he tried his hardest to just ignore it and continue with his exercise in meditation.

After a good amount of time, he began to feel a numbness sensation throughout his body. This meant that he was getting very close to the state of mind he needed to be in before the duel. He continued to breath, but he no longer needed to imagine himself breathing. His mind was beyond that, for now all he needed to do was simply breath.

Imass continued breathing deeply, but now he opened his eyes and stood to his feet. Still focusing at the task at hand, he began to warm up. He bent over and touched his toes for about ten seconds, stretching his long leg muscles. He then spread his legs wide and stretched both to the right, left, and center. He felt his groin and hamstrings get loose and warm for the upcoming duel. The boy stretched his triceps, biceps, torso, hips, and back too, but nothing was as important as his legs.

Curling his hands in to tight fists, Imass jogged around the antechamber to get the blood flowing in his body once again. He continued his breathing though; deep, slow meditation breaths. The hour was just about over, but Imass was done in preparation.

The Akalak was calm, focused, and above all ready to prove to his father and to the people of Riverfall his innocence.
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Postby Mist on August 11th, 2012, 3:45 am


The time spent for reflection over, an attendant came to the antechamber, to tell them it was time, and to lead them in the right direction... The last bit though, would be spent alone... A walk down a dimly lit hallway, to a portcullis, waiting a few chimes for it to be lifted...

Through it filtered in the sounds of a crowd above, the people conversing, talking. Waiting. Some just interested to see the outcome. Some obviously with something to lose. Some argued... A few sat in silence, looking down at the sandy battlefield that would soon hold to young men... And only one would leave with his head held high as a victor... If one were to look through the gaps, sand would be visible, a great amount of sand, and on the opposite side, another portcullis just as there own.

All at once, both of them rose, a clanking sound going off as a Akalak unseen cranked something, making it rise.

In the very center of the arena, stood a sole Akalak. Eyes closed, face up to take in the feel of the sun... As the combatants entered, he suddenly opened his eyes, letting out a deep breath, and took a look at each of the fighters, assessing them. He motioned for each to come to him, and took another look to assess them.

Once they neared, he would speak to both at once.

"I will be judge here for the fight. If I announce a point won, you will part, and wait for me to say fight before you continue. I will announce when a winner has been made, when they have received sufficient points to be victor."

Looking at them both, he nodded, and took in a deep breath... All had grown quiet in the stands, in anticipation...

"This fight is not to the death. However, I still expect you to fight to your fullest. Now, take you places, and ready."

Zenter, the human, would scowl, obviously angry. The time supposed to be spent meditating, seemed if anything to have made his temper all the more foul. He took a few paces away, before facing Imass. He did not even drop into a fighting position, or really prepare much at all. Instead, he put one hand next to his neck, just bellow his chin, and the other with his thumb tucked into his belt.

Clearly he had not learned fighting as Imass had, in a clear structured manner, with forms and positions used in most unarmed combat. He seemed much looser, almost as if he could simply be standing on a street corner.

Imass would have a moment to prepare himself, and then the judge would take a few steps back, and simply state, "Fight!"
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Postby Imass on August 26th, 2012, 12:43 am

Time for reflection was over. It was now time to fight. He was taken from the preparation room and led to a somber hallway. At the end was a metal portcullis. That was the door of shame that would greet his entrance into the arena. He did not know how to react.

Even the simple walk down the dimly lit hallway was a time of meditation for Imass. The Akalak boy's steps were filled with calm fortitude. Reckoning was upon him. He adjusted his tunic and blinked slowly. He took a deep breath as he stood to his feet. He let gravity pull him down towards the floor. It was easy to bring complexity into the situation, but it was quiet simple; the boy needed to win. His inner competitor was coming out as he meditated and reflected.

Even the simple walk down the dimly lit hallway was a time of meditation for Imass. The Akalak boy's steps were filled with calm fortitude. Each step he felt his soul getting closer to judgment. It was either win or lose. If he lost, it would be total dishonor. He couldn't afford it. Each step he took brought him closer to his fate. Up until this point in his life, this fight would be the biggest and most important thing. His mind was focused only on the task ahead. He forgot of Neaya, his father, all his friends. Right now it was time to fight.

He stepped into the metal portcullis and stood completely still. He had his arms cross in front of his waist. The few chimes he stood there felt like a whole hour as he contemplated what was about to ensue. He needed a plan, but he had none; that wasn't his style. He would meditate, try to clear his mind, and let his body do the talking. If he thought too much about it then he wouldn't act natural. It was all about using the training he learned and converting it into instinct. He meditated on this point.

The clicking sound of the metal cage begun. The crank brought clicked a couple dozen times until suddenly light filled his vision. The scene of the crowd and the buzz of people talking overwhelmed him immensely. His meditation was dropped and his mind began to race. His heart began to beat wildly.

The sands of the arena filled his vision. He moved his head around slowly to grasp everything in his vision. There were people arguing, others laughing, still other talking in whispers, but no matter what ALL eyes were on him. Some pointed, others cheered. It was a strange overwhelming feeling. The adrenaline in his body began to pump.

This was the Arena. This is where warrior's settled arguments. There were very little words here. A man's worth was tested by his combat prowess. Imass felt the tidal current in his life about to clash. The feeling of awe and amazement was so overwhelming it sunk down his heart into his stomach like a nervous ball of wet yarn.

Imass then met eyes with his opponent. The kid who was bullying Neaya was angry and not at all pleased; the two combatants had two very different auras. Instinctively he began to advance towards the center. At that exact moment a third portcullis began to rise from the center of the arena. The whole arena fell eerie silent. The boy stopped ten feet from the portcullis.

A sole adult Akalak appeared. He did not waste a breath with formalities or long tedious words. He went straight to the point and explained the rules (or lack thereof). Everything would go. If a point was awarded they would pause and reset stances. Simple. This was not a fight to the death either.

As soon as the Akalak said his part, Imass got in his fighting stance. His feet where shoulder width apart and heavy on the floor. Knees were slightly bent. His back was straight and his head was tucked into his neck. His hips face the opponent at ten degree tilt to the right. His shoulders were tilted even slightly. He held his arms up in front of his face. He was not a stone wall though. He was jittering and jumping too. He kept his muscles loose, by hopping around in place while he was in his stance.

The tension in the room was building and finally Imass felt instinctively that it was time to go. The only thought going through his mind was the sound of the Akalak's next words. Adrenaline coarse through his head.

Imass froze in his stance. A second later the fight begun. Imass bent in his stance and pushed off as fast as he could. He ran as fast as he could without breaking his base. Imass sprinted then broke down right in front of the human. Imass instinctively shot out his hands. He aimed right at his opponent's armpits. The blue boy's goal was to grab his shirt/muscle/fat. It was almost as if he wanted to grip under the pectoral muscles through the armpit of the human. Imass would grab anything though. He would grab the shirt even.

If his grab was successful he would proceed to attempt to drop his opponent to the floor and bring the game to the ground...


ooc- Thanks for waiting! I hope you like the post, it's my first one back from hiatus.
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Postby Mist on October 26th, 2012, 9:05 pm


The human just stood there, glaring over at the young Akalak, hate and anger in his eyes. Hate at his life. Hate at having to be hear. Hate at the unfairness of it all and facing this giant of a boy. But most of all, just a general hate for this Akalak, as he pictured him lying there with his head bashed in.

He brought his one arm down from his head, as Imass came in charging at him. Which in a straight on fight, against another Akalak, or even someone using a similar style, would be a good way to do it... Possibly not in this situation though. Likely Imass was facing a style of fighting he had not had much experience with, but would have to learn to deal with if he wanted to win.

As Imass came in close, the boy just glared on at the Akalak, stepping to the side to avoid him, Imass grip only managing to catch the edge of Zenter's shirt.

Zenter moved at once, yanking himself that final bit out of Imass grip, and bringing in one hand up beside his ear, to slap him as hard as he could right in the head, smashing into his vulnerable ear, a sharp sudden pain as his open palm struck the flesh, a ringing in his ear. Zenter took another step back, one hand at his side, the other up near his own face, moving just out of reach of Imass. The fast move did little permanent damage, but brought a great bit of pain, and worked to set the Akalak off balance, as Zenter wanted.

The judge spoke, admittedly glaring at Zenter for his dirty move, and unhappy about it, but saying "Point Zenter."
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Postby Imass on November 5th, 2012, 9:37 pm

Imass' opening move missed horribly. The guy swung around him before he even had the chance to change his aim. Perhaps, Imass was too slow, but he shouldn't have lost so badly to him in the maneuver. Luckily, he caught grip of the edge of his shirt as the human darted to the side.

Immediately, before Imass could react, Zenter swung his arm in a wide arc to slap the Akalak's ear with an open palm. The attack stung immediately. The Akalak turned his hips toward his opponent. He tucked his chin in and brought his arms up in defiance. He curled his hands up tightly into fist. The human backed off a little bit out of Imass' range.

The judge awarded Zenter a point out of duty; it was painfully apparent to everyone in the arena how dirty the move was.

By now, Imass' eye felt like it was inflamed and bleeding. The hearing in his right ear was muted and ached on the inside. This did not addle his brain though; the pain was only in his ear.

"That was a dirty move Zenter. I am going to make you pay!" The child Akalak rebuked the human in his own way. All he felt now was resentment towards the human. It was hard to control his emotions now; he just wanted to pound him in. Imass couldn't' stand dishonest people.

Getting back in his stance, Imass raised his tightly clenched fist to his ears and chin. He kept his base as strong as a mountain and strengthen his core. He was going to play this conservative. He would kick-box with the human and wait for an opening. He would not over-judge his opponent again.

Closing in on his opponent for round two, the Akalak threw a jab towards the kid's neck. He would follow the first jab with a quick left through any opening that seemed to open in the defense. If there was no true opening he could see the warrior would punch anyways just to force his opponent to block or defend.

The Akalak would wait to see if he tried to counter attack. If he felt fist flying he would slide backwards and raise his defenses too. The Akalak would continue to box it out until he found an opening to bring him to the floor, but who knew how long that would take.
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Postby Banickle on June 10th, 2013, 7:27 pm

"I'm on trial for harassing a child," Zenter snarled as he pulled back with his fists at the ready. "Did you really think this was going to be a clean fight?"

The human danced around the sand pit now, his fancy footwork more for show than actual combat. It was obvious he was feeling pretty good about his last few moves. Perhaps a little too good. His arrogance was palatable, which some in the crowd seemed to appreciate, while others called out their disapproval. The fact that his actions brought about the awarding of a point only pushed the spectators to a higher level of disagreement.

"Come on! Show me what ya got!" the kid taunted as he jabbed the air with his fists. "So far, I'm not impressed, big boy," he continued to verbally assault Imass as the space between them shrank.

As fists flew, so did grunts and curses, along with sweat and spittle. The blow to Zenter's neck was solid, causing him to stagger back, a little dazed, as a gagging sound escaped his lips on a stream of saliva. The second blow, which came quick upon the first, connected with his ribs. It was more of a glancing hit than a full impact strike, however, it was enough to send the kid back a few more feet, clutching his side as he went.

"Point to Imass," the judge announced with a slight smirk, not hiding his pleasure in seeing the kid put in his place.

"Petch," Zenter hoarsely spat as he regrouped, stripping off his shirt in the process.

As round three began, it was fairly obvious to everyone watching that the kid was ready to ramp things up a notch or two. His face held a serious expression now. His gaze remained steady as he circled the outside edge of the pit. His lips formed a sneer up until the very moment he began to shout, however, his words were unintelligible as he came flying at Imass.

Fists came fast and furious, but not in a sloppy, uncontrolled manner. The kid had some skill. The first blow was aimed at Imass' side, just below his ribs. It was as if the kid was repaying the favor for the blow he took in the last round. Then the second blow came and, again, he modeled it after Imass' own attack to his neck, however, the kid managed to put a twist on the strike by aiming for the collarbone. The third blow was indeed a low one, just below the belt. The kid was willing to continue on his dirty path, doing whatever it took to down his opponent. This didn't sit well with many in the audience.

"Judgment!" someone shouted as the crowd began to murmur and shuffle in their seats.
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