Flashback Barrage - Recoomas Strikes

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Summer 506 AV Solo Pale eyes of blue stared intensely ahead, short breaths exhaled ranging from whispers to low grunts as he moved. His limbs tighten, sweat poured over the amethyst-like flesh at his back, trickling over his husky shoulder and coursing down his barrel-chest. His bulky hands were placed flat against the floor, fingers spread wide for better balance, and his legs were clinched together at the ankles. It was another fierce workout for the warrior, and Recoomas enjoyed pushing himself each and every time. Body building was one of his favor physical activities and had to be done at least every other day with no exception, and no matter which soul was in charge. Although Riaris was the perceived dominate soul, had given way to Recoomas once again. After his victory in his Rite Of Manhood, the now adult Akaklak began to lose steam, and frustration and confusion clouded him which allowed the souls to change roles for a time. Recoomas didn't care as much for the sudden weight of the race that Riaris somehow found dragging his shoulders. In his mind he knew what needed to be done, and only through action would these things be accomplished. He took more breaths, each pacing with the rise and fall of his body, while keeping his weight balanced against his limbs. Up and down he went, continuing the repetition as he counted out loud. "48!" Down and up.. "49!" Down and up.. "50!" The Akalak pushed on, trying to control his breathing and keep his heart at a steady pace. He could feel a soreness creeping into his muscles, a tightness burning into his shoulders and thighs. Recoomas lifted his head, a grin spreading across his lips as he grunted, feeling a warmth coursing throughout his body and pushing him to continue until his limbs began to tremble under him. Finally he stopped, exhaling a loud breath as he slowly stood up. Recoomas breathed heavily, his chest heaving and arms rotating about the shoulders. Turning away from where he stood, the Akalak steadied himself, fist clinching tightly as he raised his hands up and took a few swift jabs at the air in front of him. Slowing his breathing, he turned to the side, almost as if expecting an attack from an invisible opponent, before raising his knee up to counter, and sending another flurry of swings into the air.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas paced about the floor for a time, arms bent at the elbows while his hands clasped at his hips. He lowered his head, icy pools of pale blue, glowing almost as they stared out from the hard shallows cast against his features. The rugged Akaklak decided to take a break, a moment to allow his body to cool before he would continue. He walked the floor for another several chimes before heading to the wall, where he had placed two fifty pound sacks of grain. Recoomas tossed back his head, allowing the damps strains of black hair to follow and mat with the rest at the back of his head. He then keeled in front of the sacks, reaching down tightly wrapped his thick fingers around the tied-off mouth of the bag and lifted it up onto his shoulder. Once he had one of the sacks held in place, he reached down and lifted the other on the opposite shoulder. Looking down, he widen his stance so that his legs were about shoulder length apart. Recoomas breathed in, arching his back as he stood up, while holding tightly to the sacks resting on each shoulder. Once he was standing fully, he tighten the muscles in his legs to secure himself, before breathing out and kneeling back down again. It was a hard exercise to be sure, and it was important to know how far to kneel to get the most out of the work out, while being safe in doing so. With his legs bent, he squatted down, his form appearing as if he were sitting in a small chair. Again the Akalak sucked in a breath and rose back to his full height. He started to count silently, pacing his breaths each time he moved. His eyes focused ahead, yet not on the walls, but some place far beyond. Down and up he went, down and up until he reached fifty squats. Taking a deep breath, he released the sacks from his shoulders allowing them to fall away and hit the floor behind him with a thud. Recoomas took to the floor again, walking around while rotating his shoulders and neck. He could easily feel the burn in his thighs from the squats, and even as he walked there was a slight tingle in his limbs. Several chimes past, and the Akalak was ready to go for another set, but something else caught his attention. Laughter from outside, a female laugh, and one he knew all to well. It was his little sister Nanali's. Young Nanali was the only Akontak in their blood line and possessed a laugh just as uncommon as her race. Recoomas stood for a moment, his brow furrowed as he wondered to himself of what could be going on outside to make her laugh in such a way. He grunted under his breath, lifting up his arms and swinging them back and forward across his chest and then over his shoulders to work out a bit of the soreness, then finally headed towards the door and outside.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas stepped outside and was instantly greeted by the warmth of summer. Syna’s light covered all and reached out to kiss at his dark skin, the sweat upon his chest slowly almost invisible to the eyes as it started to evaporate. He quickly focused on his younger sister, and finding the reason behind her constant giggle. It was an Akaklak, and one not too much older than Nanali. He was standing rather closely to the young Akontak, and speaking to her in a very friendly manner. Recoomas snorted, folding his arms about his chest and watching them from a far. From the moment that Recoomas laid eyes on the boy he didn't like him. There was something about his attitude, a cockiness and self-assurance that was a bit too bold for and Akalak that was yet to truly prove themselves. And he was was bold, reaching out to touch Nanali's arm, and then her cheek. The young Akontak was a gentle girl, but most certainly a lady. She knew how to behave, and for the moment, was just enjoying the attention and conversation of an cute Akalak. However, Recoomas didn't know this and after seeing the hotheaded Akalak take more liberties with his young sister, he had seen enough. Recoomas stormed over towards them, quickly giving the younger Akalak a shove backwards. Nanali gasped and quickly moved from the wall that she had been leaning against as she glared up at her brother. "Ri-Recoomas, what are you doing?" she asked loudly, recognizing the soul that was in charge at the moment. She could always tell by looking into their eyes. Riaris had a fierce stare, full of ambition, confidence, and love. Recoomas was raw passion, he was an intense being with an unending thirst for excitement. He didn't speak, or even look at her, instead he extended his arm to shake with the Akalak boy in a somewhat kind gesture. "I am Recoomas/Riaris, baby Nanali/Johan here are my little sisters. What is your name boy?" he finished, taking a tick to roll his neck to the side and allowing it to pop. Nanali huffed, folding her skinny arms across her chest as she glared at her brother even harder. She hated when he called her by that name, and especially in front of people outside of the family. Riaris never called her by that name, although at times he treated her as a child just as much as Recoomas was doing now. "Stop calling me that." Nanali demanded, stamping her foot and frowning. She was aware that she was still very young, but she thought that she had matured a lot in the past years, and to have Recoomas continuously treating her as if she were a small child pissed her off. "What do you want Recoomas? Can't you see that I'm.." He quickly cut her off, a burst of laughter erupting from within him. "Calm yourself, I was saying hello to your friend here...whatever his name is?" Recoomas retorted, giving the younger Akalak a harder glare. "So let's have it boy, what is your name?"

[Riaris Dovukalis]

The young Akaklak had been stunned silent from the surprise shove that he received but reached out and shook his hand anyway. It wasn't that he was afraid of the older and much bigger Akalak, but he had respect for such men, those that had completed their rite and proven themselves as a man. Still the shove had been aggressive to say the least, and the conversation between Nanali and he didn't put his fears to rest. "I'm Suliss...sir." the boy finally said, with strong pride in his voice. "Suliss?" Recoomas replied with a devious grin spreading across his lips. "And your darker brother?" He could tell that he was right about this boy. He was surly cocky and thought highly of himself, even rude as he didn't introduce his darker half. He could even sense a bit of boldness in him, as if the boy thought that he could take him in a fight. Or perhaps none of this was true, and Recoomas was simply looking for a reason not to like the boy, a reason to fight him. "Sale.." the boy replied, speaking for his brother. It was obvious that the man didn't like him, and was being overprotective, still there was something more to it. Amused, Recoomas grinned. "A good name, a warrior's name." Nanali rolled her eyes and huffed, becoming even more irritated with her brother's intrusion. She knew him well enough, knew that he didn't care what the boy's name was or anything else about him. The only reason he was there was because he had caught him talking to her. Riaris was protective, Recoomas was ridiculous and often times she wondered if he looked at her as if she were just his property. The little Akontak became enraged at the mere thought of it and frowned as she narrowed her eyes towards him. "He told you his name, now if you don't mind?" Nanali added, not even trying to hide her frustration. Recoomas uttered a very low chuckle as he reached out roughly patting her about her head, before sliding his hand down to her shoulder and pulling her under his arm. Nanali grunted as she was suddenly forced against his body and quickly tried to push away. The younger Akalak looked on, starting to become angry himself. Nanali was a friend of his, and while he hadn't known her for more than a season, he hoped it was a growing relationship. He could tell, as any could, that she was unhappy with the way her older brother behaved and this angered him as well. "It's a good name and yea I'm a warrior, bet on that." the boy retorted and folded his arms across his chest while giving Recoomas a glare of his own. "So young and already a fierce warrior, I'm impressed." He released Nanali then, feeling a bit tickled with her squirming around against his side as she tried to escape. " Show me what you can do Suliss, let us test your strength in combat."

[Riaris Dovukalis]

"Go away Recoomas. Leave us be." Nanali demanded, and growing even more frustrated with the situation. Recoomas was being impossible again, and she couldn't possibly believe that he had nothing better to do with his time. "He's showing off again, you know that?" a voice whispered from within her. "I know exactly what he is doing and there is no need, we were just talking." the young Akontak replied to her darker sister. "So you think this is about you?" the voice from within said followed by a giggle. Nanali grew silent then, realizing the true of her sister's words. "No, Recoomas you.." The Akalak grunted and pushed the girl back, while stepping in front of her and blocking her off from the young Suliss. "What say you, young warrior?" He was excited now, having spent the earlier part of the day working out, he looked to get in a bit of combat to finish it off. More than that, there was a need rising within him, his veins pulsed with a need to inflict pain upon another, and the young Akalak was just right for the picking. "I see that you are pushing hard for this." Riaris spoke from within. " Heh", Recoomas retorted. "This one is asking for it. Claiming to be a warrior when he hasn't even proven himself a man? He deserves what's coming to him." Riaris chuckled, though more so at Recoomas than the boy in question. "While I have no problem with you defending our dear sisters from unworthy suitors. Be mindful of your temper." Suliss had been surprised at the sudden challenge Recoomas issued. He had only meant to stop in and speak with Nanali for a bell and go about his way. But he would except this challenge and face Recoomas. Suliss was indeed confident in his fighting abilities, and figured that he would fair well against the older Akalak while possibly impressing Nanali at the same time. "I except, I'll spar with you." he spoke strongly but in a respectful tone. "What?" a soft squeaked from behind Recoomas' massive frame. Nanali pushed her way around him and stood in front of Suliss. Her eyes grew wide, a look of shock upon her gentle features. "You're going to fight him? Now?" Suliss smiled to her gently, attempting to sooth the frustrated girl, before he explained himself. True, it wasn't the best time for it and while he would rather stay and talk with her more, he felt he had to do this. Recoomas had challenged him, for more than one purpose he was sure of, and by excepting the challenge he hoped to also gain respect from the older Akalak. "Don't worry Nanali, it will be fine. Besides I could use a good workout." Nanali pouted, giving Suliss a worried look before looking to her brother with another hard glare. "Good, let's head inside then." Recoomas said loudly and holding back a chuckle at the face his sister was making. Suliss nodded and smiled again to his friend. "I'll be back soon, don't worry." Recoomas reached out, planting an aggressive slap upon the boy's shoulder as he pushed him forward. His pale, almost colorless eyes moved to Nanali and he reached out pulling her under his arm again. "Come little Nanali, you'll want to watch this."

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Once they were inside Recoomas released Nanali from under his arm, and the young Akontak unhappily moved against the wall and watched the two. Having grown up in Riverfall, she was used to the warrior race and their need to hone their skills. Even so, Suliss was there to speak with her and Recoomas needed to respect that. Suliss stepped inside before them, and took a moment to look around. The room he was in was obviously a training room, given the size and only two chairs placed further down the wall. "Now..let us see your strength Suliss/Sale." Recoomas said loudly, more so giving an order than asking. The younger Akalak took in a breath and with it's release, he allowed his fears and nervousness to leave his form along with it. Once he was ready, Recoomas reached out, roughly pulling the boy into a grapple. Suliss grunted, his arms also extended and holding onto Recoomas' arm and shoulder, as he fought to stay up right. The two tussled, arching their backs and raising their shoulders as each tried to out power the other. Recoomas grinned, a low chuckled whispering past his lips as he took the lead. Suliss grunted in frustration, his eyes narrowing as he features grew more intense. The young Akalak was strong, but he was outmatched with the bigger Recoomas. The proud warrior grinned more as he forced his weight into his upper back and shoulders, pushing the boy down onto his knees. "Is that the limit of your strength young warrior?" Recoomas teased the boy, pushing down harder on his shoulders, before shoving him onto the floor. "Come on Suliss/Sale, do you want to look weak in front of Nanali/Johan?" The older Akalak smiled wickedly, extending his arm and waving it in an upward motion. "Stand up and ready yourself." Suliss was embarrassed now, even if Recoomas was bigger and stronger, he had been handled easily and shoved to the ground in front of her. He stood then, his emotions already taking hold, and driving not only his need to be better, but also to impress his friend. "Round one is mine, let's hope you do better this time." There was no malice in his words, but a determination. If this boy wanted to court his sisters then he would have to prove himself worthy first. Recoomas raised his arms, this time tightly clinching his fist as he squared his legs with his shoulders. "Come at me.." he demanded of the younger Akalak. Suliss took in another breath and shook the tightness from his arms and shoulders before raising his own clinched fists. He knew that his first strike would have to make contact, it would have to count if he was going to get the upper hand. Recoomas had unknowingly given him the advantage and he aimed to use it, and so he struck. The young warrior closed in on Recoomas and delivered a quick and strong punch to his jaw.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

The punch caught Recoomas by surprise, causing his head to swing back awkwardly. Nanali had been surprised by the sudden attack when it had seemed that her brothers had complete domination over her friends. Still she smiled, thinking that Recoomas was getting exactly what he deserved for interrupting them. "Serves you right." she thought to herself, before hearing a haunting giggle from within. Hearing her darker sister laugh, Nanali felt an air of foreboding creeping inside her. The large Akalak turned back to face the boy, his eyes narrowed and a slight smirk rising across his lips. "Surely you can do better?" he teased, and gave the boy a shove backwards. Suliss moved in again, swinging towards the taller Akalak's head with a right and a left. Recoomas raised his arms up to block, slipping forward as he locked his arms in links with Suliss' before delivering a viscous headbutt to the boy. Suliss was rocked from the impact which slowed his moment giving Recoomas another opportunity to attack. With the boy stunned for the moment, he released his arms and gripped his body as he forced him backwards into the wall. Clinching his fist tightly, Recoomas raised his arms, slamming his fists into the boy's head and chest repeatedly. Suliss felt himself rocked once again from the impact of Recoomas' blows. The young Akalak rasied his arms then, covering his head to block the powerful strikes. "Come on boy. Attack me!" Recoomas demanded. Suliss growled, yelling out a strong war cry as he ducked the next of Recoomas' strikes and slammed his full weight into the Akalak's gut with enough force to knock him off his feet. Nanali gave a yelp as she watched them both crash into the stone floor. The little Akontak found herself a bit more interested in the fight now. Perhaps Suliss really could do it. The young warrior crawled atop Recoomas quickly, attempting to catch the Akalak off guard as he unleashed strikes against his head and chest. Recoomas grunted, lifting his arms to protect his head, and using his elbows to block off some of the blows. "Show me you're full strength young warrior!" Recoomas demanded as he gripped both of the boy's wrists and squeezed tightly. Suliss struggled to free his arms, as Recoomas shifted his hips and slammed his knees into the boy's gut to send him backwards.

[Riaris Dovukalis]

Recoomas pushed himself back to his feet, hand cocked into a fist as he rammed it into the boy's ribs, causing the young Akalak to jump and curl his arms to protect himself. The big Akalak rushed him then, forcing him against the wall as he unleashed a flurry of strikes against the boys' head and chest. But Suliss was far from untrained and quickly used his arms to shield himself from the strikes of Recoomas. However the boy was still in trouble and could barely hold the bigger man off. So he rushed him, pushing against the man while still covering his head in an attempt to free himself from the cornered position. Recoomas narrows his eyes, a low grunt slipping from his mouth as he dug in his heels, brought his shoulder forth and shoved the boy back into the wall twice as hard as before. Suliss' back slammed into the wall hard and forcing the air from his lungs. Recoomas grunted as he brought a powerful fist into the boy's jaw knocking his head back. The cries of his younger sister falling on deaths ears as he pounded on the boy, ramming another first into his gut. Suliss had been taken off his guard from the strong slam, and the following punch had rocked him seriously, leaving him open to Recoomas' attack. A devious smirk whipped across Recoomas' lips as he rammed another viscous punch into the boys jaw bloodying his mouth and nose. The large Akalak stepped back then, glancing over towards his sister, before turning back to face the boy. Recoomas dropped his arms to the side, teasing, mocking the boy as he slowly stepped off the wall. Once he was close enough, the bold Akalak dashed forward gripping the boy around his waist and lifting him up as he twisted his hips and slammed him onto the floor. But Suliss wasn't done yet, and used his remaining strength to grapple Recoomas massive arm, and lock his legs around it. The big Akalak pushed himself up, trying to pull his arm free of his opponents grip, but found it harder than he had expected. Suliss squeezed harder, hoping to cause the bigger man to submit, rather than having the fight prolonged. The young Akalak hissed, wrapping his limbs around the man's arm tighter, adding his weight whenever Recoomas tried to pull backwards. The older Akalak took in a breath and steadied his legs, as he stood in a crouched position. He had underestimated the boy and now found himself close to a lost. The boy's grip was solid and prying his arm away wasn't working. If the match continued on in this manner, Recoomas would have to give up or risk injury to his arm. But the proud Akalak wouldn't give up, and put all his remaining strength into his legs as he wrapped his free arm under the boy's hip and slowly lifted him off the floor. Recoomas was tired and found lifting the boy to be almost impossible. But he was able to do so just a tick before dropping him and bringing his own weight on top of him as they crashed. There was a stiff grunt from them both, and Recoomas slowly rolled of the young man and rest at his side. His pale eyes, fierce and dangerous glared up at his sister, as he breathed in heavily while cupping his wounded arm. Nanali stepped away from the wall and moved towards the two men to make sure they were ok. As far as she was concerned the match was over, and she couldn't care less who won. With the state that her friend was in, and her brother's wounded arm, she just hoped that they were ok. Spars were to take place in the Tuvya Sasaran not in their personal home where Recoomas could show of. "Are you two ok?" she asked in an irritated yet concerned voice. Recoomas rotated his arm and stiffed a grunt. In truth he was glad to see that the man his sister was talking too wasn't a weakling, but at the same time he wasn't in the least bit happy with what he did to his arm. "He will be fine, you need not worry. Suliss is a strong man, much more than I gave him credit for." He glanced up again, offering his sister a smile which she didn't except, before he pushed himself up to stand beside her. "I'll go and find mother, our friend here is in need of healing." With those final words Recoomas left the room and headed further into the house to find their mother. The young Akontak quickly kneeled down to check on her friend. He was badly bruised and was just now coming out of the haze that Recoomas' viscous slam had forced him into. "You'll be ok, just take it slow." She felt bad for him, but was also impressed that he was able to take it to her brother the way that he had. Suliss was gifted, that much was sure and she wondered if after more training that he might be able to defeat her brother. She hoped... "That was a good fight, I think you got to him."

[Limey]

Skill and Lore Rewards Skills Lore Bodybuilding 3 Bodybuilding: A Daily Discipline Observation 2 Improvising Workout Equipment Unarmed Combat 4 Nanali: Hands Off, Period Be Mindful Of Your Temper Proper Blocking Too Proud to Submit, But Strong Enough To Win Additional Notes : Not bad at all, mate, I liked the nice contrast between Riaris being protective and Recoomas basically looking for a reason to mess up the guy talking to his sister. You fleshed out all three characters here very well, and it's an eye-opener for me to see the dark side of an Akalak explored more. The fight was fast and brutal, and you could taste Recoomas's disdain for his enemy, but you didn't make it a walk-over, which was very good. Nice work. Any questions or queries, please PM me.