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 Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 12:16 pm
As Damon blessedly left Pip's chest and the younger psion's arms went sprawling over top of his own head to help aid in the throw Pip couldn't help but keep his eyes closed as he rolled over onto his chest. The rags in his right hand still hadn't been let go and they would land on top of a fist sized rock while Pip himself would not be looking much better then said tatters.
Pip's face would be hidden by blond hair masking him as he gasped for breath, air coming very difficultly as blood basically poured from his nose like water from a faucet. Damon still hadn't turned... Still hadn't turned and Pip still couldn't draw air in. The only way that that landing could have been worse would have been if he had landed flat on his back instead of just on the lower back... but it still didn't make breathing now any easier.
Pip would do his best to slide his left knee underneath him to get into a more optimal position to draw in air while Damon would be standing up. As the older psionic turned around he would hear Pip's first huge inhalation, filling his lungs with air like it was going out of style. He would remain there, on one knee, catching his breath, blood still spilling from his obviously broken nose while Damon spoke.
The pain that Pip felt in his head due to the expulsion of energy was nothing new, where as being punched in the face like that was new. Pip had more then enough pains to let a headache slide under the radar, though he would probably be keeping a cold cloth over his eyes for the next few weeks when he tried to sleep.
"D'ere Bine Now."
("They're mine now.")
Would be Pip's gasped response to Damon's request for his pants back. Pip wasn't mad at the man, he was simply regressing to the age old tradition of "Finders Keepers." From there Pip would stand not putting very much pressure at all on his right leg, rags in one hand, left hand still closed around his retracted baton and look at his Brother. The man knew much more about this stuff then Pip did. That was for damn sure.
But Pip wasn't scared. After that beating most anyone would be, but Pip...
He would just sit there, that same huge smile on his face, blood pouring down around his lips, through his teeth and gums...
The boy looked to have just finished a great big meal of corpses.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 3:08 pm
"He's looking pretty beat up..."
Damon didn't return the smile.
"You know, it would be around this point I ask if my opponent would consider giving up. I don't think you'd consider it, with your motivation the way it is."
He took a step forwards, eyes focusing on the surroundings then turning immediately back to Pip.
"I probably shouldn't take it too much farther, but I've got an idea."
Taking in a deep breath, Damon filled his body with a moderate amount of psychic energy. It's all that he'd need for what he had in mind. Now the question was whether or not Pip would allow him to get close again? There was a way around Pip's psychokinetic abilities, but it seemed hardly fair in a competition.
"Let's resume."
That said, Damon quickened his walk in Pip's direction, moving around to his left side. A 90 degree change in positions. (Sorry, wording may be a bit confusing.)
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:05 pm
"Buh I'b Habin' Fuh"
("But I'm Having Fun.")
Pip would say through his smile, and even though his eyes were still watering, he was still bleeding profusely from his nose, his leg hurt and so did both his back and his face... he was still enjoying where he was, even if it was only because he had the company of another one like him. Pip could feel... something changing in Damon, be it an increase in energy levels, or Pip just beginning to hallucinate couldn't be told, but it was granted that Damon still had energy to dispose of.
As Damon would begin to circle towards the side of Pip's hurt leg Pip would adjust his stance by bringing his right side back. Aiming his own left side towards Damon, and just applying enough pressure to his leg to pivot around was enough to bring a slight grimace to his face as pain would shoot up his right shin. Eyes on his competitor, Pip would bring his left arm up to his right shoulder, making it look as if he were presenting just his shoulder to Damon while hiding his crimson stained teeth from view.
And he would wait, trying to gather in some energies of his own to replace what had been lost.
Because who was expecting this youth to continue fighting, let alone instigate the next exchange?
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 4:35 pm
There wasn't but maybe five to six feet separating either contended from the other. A good and bad thing. Good in that Damon could close and make his move quickly, bad in that he couldn't put a lot of focus into the energy of the move itself.
"Good."
Damon's hands came up like a boxers in front of his upper-chest, and he rose up on the balls of his feet, barely bending his knees. One quick hop and a skip and he was right within leg range of Pip. In an instant, Damon rotated his hips hard to the left and swung his right leg in a mid-high roundhouse for Pip's lower-back.
Surrounding his leg was a psychokinetic aura, one which he planned to release on contact. It wasn't going to be an explosion, it was something much worse. That energy would basically come off the leg like the blunt edge of a large sword, with the impact feeling very similar to that. Normally this was Damon's "surprise" long range attack, but it could be used to full effect at this short distance, too.
Pip had the chance to see the attack. Dodging it was going to be nigh impossible - ducking down meant he'd probably have the skin on back shaved off. Jumping would probably cause his calves to FUBAR'd. Maybe he could stand an attack? Counter with that baton or a psychic attack? That'd still leave him to take the attack. None-to-pleasant.
Or maybe the kid would be ultra-resourceful? Damon always liked to see ingenuity in action. Especially when he didn't have to worry about getting killed in the process. There were plenty of medical doctors and white mages around the GTB to take care of the damage left.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 8:26 pm
Pip had been in a bad spot before, but breathing did an excellent thing to one's demeanor. He was no longer panicked. He had never been scared, though while Damon had had him straddled he had definitely felt a rush of something along those lines.
Now, the younger of the two Brothers wanted to avoid anything like that happening again.
Last time Damon had jumped and Pip had wound up with a naked man on top of him.
So, when Damon did his hop and skip, Pip would be beginning to shuffle backwards, wincing with every extra pound that had to be supported by his rear right leg, and start bringing his left arm around to bear from the chambered position that it had held at his right shoulder.
When Damon's roundhouse kick came in for Pip's back it would be greeted instead simply by Pip's baton extending to its full twenty six inches in the path of Damon's foot. It was now that Damon would see what had struck his back earlier. It was a police baton that was made for breaking bones and taking down people ******** on PCP. It was also being swung by Pip, a man who despite not looking like a fighter still had enough muscle on him to make it to a fighting tournament such as this.
Most ankles would be turned to dust.
The sudden appearance of Pip's weapon should come as enough of a surprise to Damon that he wouldn't be able to change his attack into a psychokinetic barrier. After all, Pip had already seen that happen once, and he could sure as hell see the energy surrounding the bare leg of Damon. And with the actions of jumping and kicking, Damon would make sure that Pip saw a little more then just that too...
Try it at home, kids! A jumping roundhouse flares boxers something fierce!
Now would be the first time that Pip's smile would be really interrupted... Replaced instead by a rushing of pink to his cheeks. Not that that would be very noticeable under the blood streaming from his broken nose.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 11:43 am
One tiny detail caused a hiccup in an otherwise logical course of action. Quote: Surrounding his leg was a psychokinetic aura, one which he planned to release on contact. It wasn't going to be an explosion, it was something much worse. That energy would basically come off the leg like the blunt edge of a large sword, with the impact feeling very similar to that. Normally this was Damon's "surprise" long range attack, but it could be used to full effect at this short distance, too. Damon had no intention of creating a barrier around his leg to protect it, the energy was focused solely so that it could be released. As soon as Damon's leg came rounding around, Pip's baton met the ankle, and that's when things got serious. WHOOOSHMUpon contact with the baton, Damon released the psychic energy in a directed, formed burst! The baton, though still landing and leaving a nasty mark, was going to get pushed right along the trajectory that Damon's foot was moving while the blade of psychic energy following in the wake of the kick was going to slam directly into Pip's mid-torso. This was assuming Pip was facing Damon directly. If not, Pip was either going to take the attack to the side and end up with some badly fractured ribs, or take the entire force directly into his body. What could be worse? A rock. Specifically, a rock that Damon had considered using to block any hopes of Pip escaping. The reason he had circled around like he had. As it were, if the attack landed successfully, and fully, Pip would end up slamming into that rock, adding a bit more OMPH to his attack. This would mark Damon's third psychic attack since the fight had started. And he decided that he was going to try and make it his last for a short bit. Already a throbbing pain was forming in his head and a little trickle of blood was coming down from his nose. The sure sign that he should give his mind a rest. When Damon's foot landed in the gravel, he'd turn in a slight limp to face Pip's direction. No doubt if the younger psychic were still in the game, he'd seen the effects on Damon's face. "How's that for a trick?"
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