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Post by bobbyd on Apr 22, 2012 17:10:03 GMT -5
It was another night in the New Gotham Underground fighting circuit. Laura was slated to fight a new comer, though she wasn't at all excited. It was only a living. Something she was good at. She hadn't had an exciting fight in a long time so this would just be business as usually. She wore a black top and trunks with black fingerless gloves. She didn't bother with a mouth guard. She wouldn't need it.
She simply got in the ring and waited for her opponent.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 22, 2012 17:24:27 GMT -5
Damian steps into the ring cracking his knuckles. He had started fighting underground as a hobby when he was about fifteen to keep is skill fresh and so he could embarrass a few loud mouth Ed Hardy douche bags. his attire consisted simply of a pair of jeans and wrapped fists. An organizer had told him to get a pair of trunk once and gotten a broken nose for it, so Damian just wore what ever he had on early in the day, usually minus the shirt. He scoffed when he saw the young girl he was set to fight then took a sniff at the air an grin darkly when he caught who she smelled like.
There was a hush as the organizer did his business.
"Alright alright, first we got here a new boy in our particular club, though he comes highly recommended, He is said to be unbeatable and unbreakable, Daken!"
The crowd erupted back to to boos and the announcement of this new fighter. Damian just smiled. He fought under his assassins name to get less attention from the Howlett or Al Ghul, his father and grandfather carried reputations that made people hold back.
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 22, 2012 17:37:07 GMT -5
Laura stood and took a quick bow, sizing up her opponent before getting into stance. He had an odd familiar scent that she couldn't place and the way his body stood showed confidence. Perhaps over confidence. She could tell he was analyzing her as well. She waited for the announcer to start the fight, staying perfectly still.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 22, 2012 17:48:56 GMT -5
Damian dropped low into a dragon style stance, though mostly to through off his opponent. As a boy his was taught to feign as much as possible to gain advantage. He relaxed his muscles and began to circle as the call was made before springing in to a double heel kick.
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 22, 2012 19:27:07 GMT -5
Laura quickly stepped back, the blow barely missing her, though she did not flinch. She dropped down immediately, going for a heel sweep. Her strategy would be to keep the large opponent off balance and use his force against him before she would be able to make a clear strike.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 22, 2012 20:31:38 GMT -5
He took the heel swipe and smack against his back rolling back into a low crouch, "You're good" he smiles and rolls forward and grabs her head with his calves and throws her down, "I'm better"
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 22, 2012 22:58:10 GMT -5
She rolls with the throw, ignoring the pain and getting back up. She came at him with a chop to the ribs, following up with a front kick. She had to move swiftly to keep up with him, not saying a word as she continued to analyze him.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 23, 2012 10:49:01 GMT -5
"Somebody's trained" Damian grinned at the small girl "Good, tired off all the drunken idiot thinking they can fight just because they dress like a MMA fighter" He grin at the explosive reaction that garnered from the crowd.
He looked at her and leaped at her as if to deliver a flying kick to her head but expertly missed sailing over her and landing using the momentum to spin around before she can and put her in a fierce headlock. He leaned down and whispered "Someone else is trained too"
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 23, 2012 12:37:12 GMT -5
She put one foot forward as he held her and shifted her shoulder, throwing him over her back. Afterward she put up her leg for an axe kick, planning to land it on his forehead. If he was anything like her, this would not stop him, but would at least throw him off for a few choice seconds.
His fighting style was more aggressive and focused on his figure and size. She'd have to continue to throw him off balance if she wanted to win.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 23, 2012 13:46:15 GMT -5
Damian pulled back so the kick smashed into his nose more then his skill he touches to she the blood coming and grins, "Alright so screw the power game" he smiles and drops back into a stance, "C'mon princess, show me what you got on offense"
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 23, 2012 19:40:28 GMT -5
She goes into a jumping spinning back kick, using the momentum to gain force as she aimed it at his chin. She was more used to fighting defensively. That is to say, she preferred it, given how deadly she was. After the trauma of her "mother's" death, she made a promise to herself never to let something like that happen again.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 23, 2012 20:39:20 GMT -5
He could smell it, she stunk of Logan, and he was glad, he was hoping she shared his one major weakness, rage. he took the kick to the chin and rolled at he hit the ground and popped up running in close and throwing a barrage of near strikes letting loose a rage pheromone into the air before jumping back and slowly starting to circle.
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 23, 2012 21:23:16 GMT -5
Laura stepped back, still keeping her eyes fixed on her opponent. Just then she caught the wif of something. She ignored it at first, figuring it was one of the spectators bad cologne. Then she started to feel her pulse accelerate. More so than usual. It was strange. Sure he was a strong fighter, but the fight had yet to go long enough for her to get this riled up.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 23, 2012 21:31:01 GMT -5
Damian leaps up and swings a kick aimed at her temple hoping the scent had distracted her enough for him to get the upper hand on this one.
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 23, 2012 21:53:35 GMT -5
She just barely ducked, almost losing her balance before stepping back and getting back in stance. It had begun to irritate her how smug he was. How forward he was with his fighting. She lunged with a fist at him, trying to connect to his jaw.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 23, 2012 23:12:08 GMT -5
Damian caught the punch and twisted her arm behind her back pulling her tight to him and began to whisper to her, "You reek of Logan, I want to know how? Another bastard like me?" he spins her around to face him and takes a deep whiff, "No No No, the scent is too exact, too perfect"
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 24, 2012 0:15:19 GMT -5
"Who is Logan?" she asked with a low growl, her teeth gritted. It felt like she knew the name, but could not remember from where. It stuck to her like something that should come as easily as breathing.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 24, 2012 0:35:31 GMT -5
He grins, "You don't even know" He grins, "Lab Rat I'd say then, or Logan plowed his sister, but then again, you aren't that kind of mutant are you" he grins before leaping up and placing a solid kick to her chest.
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Post by bobbyd on Apr 25, 2012 13:36:40 GMT -5
She fell back, but went into a roll, flipping back up. At this point her inhibitions were practically gone and she made a guttural roar as her claws popped out of her hands. Her pupils dilated and her breathing became heavier as she went at him, slashing away.
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Post by tc2011 on Apr 26, 2012 13:35:59 GMT -5
Daken smiles and catches her claws with his own and gives her a wink, "Not much of advantage today" he slashes at her arm and puts her in a headlock, "What are you, Logan's other dirty little secret?"
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