Fisticuff Special -solo-

[Floh]

2nd Of Winter AV

There she was just minding her own business at the bar, the usual crowd hustled elbow to elbow scooping glasses and steins and swigging there poison of choice.

She just kept clentching her fist and stretching her hand out simultaneously, her knuckles intricately sprawled out with ye old common capitol letters to make her statement ever more classy. Kill Rats

Floh came tonight to stir up a shyke storm, she was itching for a fight. And she knew exactly what wank it was she wanted to slap around. A drug dealin, hoe pimpin, shake your hand and stab your back kind of lad. An upstanding citizen by most Sunberthian standards.

Something stirred in her stomach as her eyes scanned the bar, there was an alarming fire that fueled her grievance against him. Always trying to remain calm, when she flips her lid she looses it completely. And she found that son of a bitch at the bar trying to shmooze some drunk ditz.

What a perfect time for a Fisticuff Special, her approach from point A to Point B was ever so casual.

But every step she felt her body get dizzy as she got high from adrenaline kicking through her veins.

-whistle-

Hey Mate

Every part of her body released and throttled forward, every ounce and movement in her muscles and bones screamed. From her step forward, to how her torso twisted to how her arm flailed out just fuel for the fire the torq monster had awoken and a collosus force shot out while lacking any real speed or precision it was a screaming cannon.

Sad really as he turned with a smug smile, how his face suddenly dropped and had a look of pure fear and bewilderment as his eyes simply widened at his enevitable demise. Like beatin freakin melons, her fist kissed his face like some cheap prostitute and what could only be described as a face explosion ensued. Her superhuman strength tore him clean off his barstool, and he lay there qivering out like a fish out of water.

A quick spit for show

Sellin ME that cheap shyke will get you killed.

Cordially making a fake grievance addressed to a jury of her drunk peers, she proceeded to take his spot at the bar to of course over rule any objections.

His stein in her hands she began drinking that that backwash this dump had the audacity to call an outstanding ale.

[Floh]

Waitin patient not really her specialty but she was fishing for something as she drank that sludge just on principal.

Sure enough here he came, the gallant hero.
About to reprimand Floh for her ever so imprehensible behavior, high an mighty like them little squires from Sylri, Sylra the peth did it matter just another shyke hole city. Nothing but a bunch of squirels that loved to think themselves high and mighty starin down at them common folk from there precious tree while they shove dem nuts in there mouth.

Hand now on her shoulder, and she prepared for the finger wavering of a lifetime. Sounded something similiar to Wah, Wah, WahWahWah, Wah Wah just a blurb of moraly rightous love the smell of your own farts kind of blok. Like his Shyk smelt of rushin wa'ta falls and prancin unicorns, kind of dilly dally dallying his dilly.

Aye, Aye, Sounds like you itchin for a challenge mate. Want to resolve it in the Blood Arena, got the balls on ya to tell me what to do? You one dem Wizard sorts?

Got quiet quick, people just starin at him with that blank half cocked expression on there faces. People didn like talk of wizard folk out these streets, but they certainly did like a good brawl. Blood Pits, welcome to the sunberthian justice system held by a jury of your peers you are the judge jury and executioner. You always, issue the challenge. The yellow back down and you look like a winner at least till the morning when the hooch wears off

[Floh]

Sure as night is darker then day he accepted, twice her size she smiled and nodded before getting up. He made his departure and a few people left with him expecting him to be there meal ticket or way out of debt.

She looked at the mess that had simply lumped over on the floor, not a peep. Clentching the glass mug she spilt the alcohal on his face, and sure as day is brighter then night he spat and came too. It sort of enraged her, and down came mug clentched fist. Like a knuckle duster it simply collided into his face with a rather classy glassy explosion that stabbed his face like a million lances the pain must have been exrutiating. She just kept throttling him, ripping him open with every strike. Each hit a torturous reminder of who she was, even though he hadnt a clue to who she was.

And every blow a sobering reminder to everyone not to Peth with her period. His broken face now ground to hamburger, he just stopped moving her hand let go of what was left of the glass drenched in blood.

Stopping she grabbed his limp form by the neck and pulled him upwards slamming him into the wall and clamping down. This is where she exceled, her grip was like an iron clamp as the muscles in her fingers coiled ever so tighter. There he stood hanging from her hand his feet dangling in the air, cornered by a constrictor. She loved this part the struggle, as he flailed violently hitting her in the chest, stomach wherever he could before realizing how futile it all was and started wailing on her forarms as he gasped for air. It wasnt happening as Floh was simply overpowering, a quick crank of her hand and his wind pipe crushed in. She let him go where he simply fell limp, she loved wrestling.

She made her departure and headed for the blood pits.
Cash, and a good fight was all she ever asked for.

[Floh]

Wrought and dreary, the only way to describe the murk dark of Sunberth.

As she moved forward she felt something from the shadows, was it a sixth sense? A supernatural precognition of danger? Damned if she knew but when her guts were telling her something aint right, it just wasnt right. You know that feeling? Like your being watched, it was like that. Like swimming in the ocean at night with a bloody nose, thats what walkin around sunberth was like after hours. You peth around your gonna doggy paddle into a man eater.

If only Floh understood the meaning of Irony, when she met this scraggly lookin fellow. All hungry looking, there be no mizahs here. Moochers always be looking for the charitable way out of having to do nothing. But this was no ordinary drunk-tard. This guy was on some kind of whole nother level.

He lunged forward at Floh, she had no fancy foot work or counters. He slammed into her, flailing his fists. It was like he was hitting a brick house, and she just let him keep hitting her over and over again it was painful a bit but he hit like a girl. He was over exerting himself, and when he finally tired himself out and threw an off balance punch. Her hand grabbed his shakey and tired fist and she began squeezing, the pressure was building and he found himself now on his knees at the mercy of a merciless snake. His bones were crumpling and snapping beneath the force like it had been caught in one of them fancy gadgeteered gizmos.

Floh delved into something forbidden within these walls. Focusing this potent Flux energy she felt her body reach a new peak of ability. It felt so good, like a bad addiction that flowed through virgin veins. It was intense, like an adrenaline high that was super charging her already impecable natural prowess.

She could feel the Flux energy gently working its way through her arms, as her hands glided across her assailants caught hand. Her left hand griped his wrist and her right let go of his broken fingers to grip the back of his arm. It was slow and deliberate, methodical even as the pressure just kept piling up. Until that inevitable cracking ripping noise, followed by hollering and tears. It was like breaking a chicken wing his arm now bent backwards in obscurity.

It was then her left hand scooped under his broken arm and her right hand snaked its way around his frame and around his other arm. Both her hands locked together and she began constricting him, the pain must have been imaginable as his ribs were crumpling like crackers at the utterly devastating clutched bear hug. She didnt overdo the flux, it was dangerous and best used in small doses as the saying goes a little goes along way.

It wasnt to long before his chest simply caved in, and he was just broken and destroyed.

Strength was key, it was always key.

Finished she stopped channeling the Flux and let her body relax.

[Floh]

Standing before a back alley her vision was driven to the dark blackness of the void. She could hear sounds, numerous foot steps. She had a moment of fear surge through her, she had stupidely used Flux in the open. And her mind flooded with thoughts of a mob ready to dispatch vigilante justice with extreme prejudice.

It was a drove of what could only be described as the nastys, these people looked horrid. And from the fresh kill they feasted, ripping, tearing, biting and gnawing on one of there own. Just that nasty sound of chewing with your mouth open, and the shear mess it was causing. More foot steps, and more cannibles.

Of course she would be lying if she had said that she wasnt pissed off about that, might have been half starved but he was in over all good health. He would have made a mighty fine tastey.

Turning around she was face to face with another cannible, her mind racing she swung a right at him and completely wiffed. Cracking under pressure relentlessly she swung again and just barely grazed him. He was holding his face and gave her an oppurtunity to grab him by the collar and swing him around into a stone wall with enough force to render him uncontious if it had not given him a concusion.

Floh had to keep moving, and in no time she took off.
Running full bore down the streets zig zagging down alleys, she would not stop her fast paced marathon until she was out of harms way. She would let the mob handle that shyktastrophe.

[Floh]

Floh was having just a smidge of trouble trying to adjust to the moment as she made her way through winding alleys and keeping herself unseen. She had made a promise, a promise to clobber some high and mighty wank off.

Taking a moment to stretch out properly she wanted to make sure any kinks she had were worked out. No point injuring herself for no reason at all. Like flux, weights had to be respected

At the blood pits she had some time to train as the matches were going, she looked around and started lifting some heavy objects. Like for example a dumbell two dumbells to be precise and started lifting and curling and lifting and curling.

She picked things up and put them down

Floh loved the weights, and found herself moving up the racks.

20lb turned to 40lb turned to 60 turned to 80 to 100 no problems each one handed curl a test of her might, and she poured herself into the motion of the action. Slow as a snail the fire burned and she kept up the pace as she let this sensation intensify. She looked past what could be described as pain, she was in a special place where it was just her concentrated power of will.

She would prevail, her breathing flowed with the weights like a piston. Down the weight went and she exhaled up the weight went an she inhaled.

Floh strived for more.

Up and Down, Side To Side, Squatting Standing Up whatever she knew to do with just hand weights she did. There wasnt any other useful weight lifting tools so she would use herself.

Down to her knees, her hands braced against the floor and down she went before she pushed herself up slowly. The slowest movements maximized the effect of her efforts. She kept her tempo up, turning to a chair she proped her feet up and began push ups with her hands with her feet suspended in the air. More and more.

Until it was time for her to stop and relax.

[Floh]

Awoken from a long sleep she was waiting for her moment of fame as she began watching the fighters that were ahead of her go at it, blood and thunder it was glorious.

Kneeling she placed her hands on the dirt and clentched her hands into fists.

Bobbling her head she walked into the arena, nobody really knew who she was and there was no applause. She wasnt there money maker, but that was ok. She would just take it away.

He stepped into the ring, and right of the bat -POP!-

She staggered back in disbelief she had been hit in the face so fast so hard, he had already taken advantage of her moment with her guard down. Boom Boom, an upper cut to the stomach followed by a monstrous right hook to her shoulder.

Stepping back she cleared her mind and mentaly prepared herself as she threw a punch and just wiffed it like a sucker, and came face first to another solid fist that sent her realing backwards into the wall.

Shaking her head she spat and came back again, she felt had learned something. Boom against all odds she got boped, and again, and again his speed was alarming and he was winning this. Sucker punched left and right head on, in the chest stomach face shoulder you name it.

Floh needed to stop this boxers fists.

This time, this time she had.

He threw his punch and she blocked it by throwing her Yahal damned elbow into the thing, crack went his wrist. Her left hand went for his throat as her right leg threaded past his torso allowing her to unleash a devastating choke slam by tripping him over her firmly placed foot. Like a sack of shyke big man went down and as an added bonus he banged the back of his head off the dirt floor.

No time to spare she grabed at one of his feet, but was quickly pursuaded not to by an incoming foot that knocked her off him.

As he turned and rolled over to get back on his feet, Floh pounced on his back and used her legs and arms to grab him throw him off balance and opened him up for her to start slamming her fist into his exposed ribs. She went to town hitting hard, hitting sloppy but those strikes were devastating as his ribs were cracking and splintering beneath the assault.

It was just audible ear candy

The fight was now in her corner as the boxer was off his feet and out of his element.

As he tried to break free, he rolled around exposing his back again.
He was disoriented and tired and it was time for Floh to end this.

She swung a right hook under his chin, and locked up as her feet locked around his leg. It was over as her forarm and bicep were cutting off his arterys in his neck, there was certainly a struggle but she kept enduring. Until he collapsed, she just kept the pressure on him.

It was like in the wild, athump, athump.........athump......-silence-

No more

She was victorious but she caught a whoopin in the process.

Beat up she just walked out of the ring and sat down, it was a pretty good end to a pretty miserable day.

[Twister]

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Experience Award

Floh

Grade :

Experience: 3 Brawling, 1 Bodybuilding, 1 Boxing, 1 Flux, 1 Observation, 2 Unarmed Combat, 1 Wrestling

Lores: Target in Sight, A Careful Use of Flux, No Mercy for the Wicked

Miscellaneous: N/A

Comments: All in all, this thread was a wee bit confusing for me because of the style of writing. The narrative seemed heavily accentuated and I'm not sure if this was intentional or not, but it might be something to think about in the future as it makes it a little bit difficult to follow exactly what it is you're saying throughout the thread, especially seeing as the events seem to move forward very quickly.

A word of caution, too. You seemed to be overplaying your character's level of skill and confusing your various different combat skills out there. Wrestling, for example, is more about gripping and tumbling around in a warm and violent hug than punching or anything like that. Tackling and punching falls in under Brawling and Unarmed Combat (and Boxing, depending on your use of actual techniques). The Wrestling that the Dhani start off with is more geared towards their snake-like side, where they coil around people and squeeze the life out of them. The way that Floh wiped the floor with some people in this thread seems... a bit too much, considering her level of skill at the time. Just keep that in mind in the future. She may be unnaturally strong because of her race and have her skill points in Wrestling, but in her human form she would still be pretty clumsy unless she was actually wrestling seeing as her skills so far don't really emphasize much on the use of the rest of her body (hands, legs, etc.) as weapons.

If you've any questions or concerns about your grade, drop me a PM!
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