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Post by Daimon Darren on Sept 9, 2018 1:08:57 GMT -4
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale. No matter what he tried, Darren found that right now, in this octogonal cage, his hands clad in the same fingerless 4-oz gloves as his opponent, wearing only a pair of boxing shorts for protection, the feeling of the cold metal grillage on his back, he could not steady his breath.
They had decided on this match some time ago, and the military grounds naturally presented themselves as the stage of their confrontation. Both blondies had been getting a reputation with the soldiers, and soon the match-up was being discussed. It had eventually reached the ears of both blondies, who readily agreed. Neither of them had any intention of running from this fight from the beginning.
Ever since the first day of school, the first physical education class, they had been competing, whether it was in push-ups`or deadly games of dodgeball. They had boxed once, and Jasmine had won according to the rules, but both fighters knew the fight had only been starting when it ended.
Some part of Darren wondered if his relationship with Jasmine had played a part in the joke war he had declared on 1-A -- that Alex was taking very seriously, but that was a topic for another day. They had similar personalities. They both were among the best fighters of their respective classes, and both blondes were known to the principal as notorious troublemakers and inexhaustible sources of headaches. They even fought in a similar manner. A serious fight was long overdue.
Perhaps that was why he couldn’t steady his breath. Darren was usually the picture of cocky confidence in a fight, but at the moment, he doubted himself. He absolutely hated the fact that it felt similar to the sensation he felt when fighting the shark. It was a rare thing to behold, but Darren was afraid he might lose.
His face showed no sign of his internal turmoil, or so he liked to think, at least. He was looking dead serious, and he had the cold blue eyes of an equally cold-blooded killer. There was no hint of his usual self-assured smile on his face. Usually, the adrenaline had him grinning like a junkie who scored a free gram, but he was suppressing the urge. He knew what a lapse in concentration had lead to the last time he had faced Jasmine in the ring.
He caught himself thanking the lord below that it was a quirkless fight at least, and he hated himself thoroughly for that.
The private that had been designed as the referee invited the fighters to center ring. Darren got his back off the grillage and started slowly, rolling his shoulders and his neck to relax. He bounced from his left knee to his right and back again, testing his balance, and he put his guard up. He wasn’t bothering with any glove touch this time.
One last exhale and he relaxed at once. The referee was reminding the fighter of the MMA rules they agreed upon. Any second now, the fight would start. He was ready. he allowed himself a single taunt, but it felt more like a declaration than a provocation.
“Bring it on, Blondie.”
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Sept 11, 2018 4:21:59 GMT -4
La-di-fucking-da. This felt like something sorely overdue.
So many confrontations. So many dumb fights and taunts. Hell, even a proclaimed war against their entire class - something she still wanted to sock Alex in the face for. All of that was what it took, to get them here. Center stage in a god-forsaken military compound. Two teenagers, staring at each other with intent to kill. And while she mirrored the sentiment that Darren was giving her, looking like a stone-cold murderer ready to unleash utter hell of shrapnel hail on his opponent like a gunnery sergeant behind the trigger of a mounted M249, internally the lioness was grinning. Her blood was boiling as she had begun clenching her fists without realizing it.
She wouldn't admit it for the life of her, but this fight was one she had been anticipating. Jasmine had always been the competitive type - finding new ways to test herself, to push herself to her limit. Finding an opponent who could give her a proper fight wasn't an easy endeavor, and while she knew a lot of people would consider her cocky or even a bitch for saying something like that, all of them knew that was true. Not many could offer a decent challenge to the blonde lioness who came to Yuuei kicking asses and not giving a fuck about a single name. But Darren? Darren was that one exception? Yeah, he lost both the encounters the two of them had, but neither of those had been... real.
This time, though? Both of them knew luck was on Darren's side as quirks had been banned from this particular match-up. Regardless of that fact the blonde ace of 1A couldn't help but find excitement in the prospect of this fight. She was painfully aware that Darren was no pushover in hand-to-hand combat. Frankly she considered that he had quite the distance in terms of technique on her, and that only further served to fuel her excitement.
Clad in nothing but a sports bra and calf-high sweatpants, the blonde was ready for a fight, some sweat having already built up from her previous warm-up routine. The fact that she had actually taken the precaution of warming up before a fight was enough to tell anyone who knew her how seriously she was taking this. Inhale. Exhale. Deep breaths to calm herself. Overexcitement was her biggest enemy in this situation. If she wasn't careful and let it get to her head, she'd be floored in an instant. She punched her gloves against one another after Darren's taunt, smirking lowly as she felt her knuckles sting a little from the force of the hit even through the gloves.
"Gladly."
The second the fight was announced, Jasmine advanced. Not at all recklessly, though. From her previous encounter with the other blond student she knew he couldn't quite handle consistent pressure well. Thus, hands raised, palms pointed towards Darren as if she was getting ready to grapple, she walked closed the distance between them in an attempt to smother him. She wasn't about to attack first, but should he do so, she would be able to counter or, at the very least, block. Should he try to poke her recklessly, a quick jab to his face was what waited for him.
Jaz was taking no prisoners, and that was made apparent by the bloodthirsty aura surrounding her alone.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Sept 13, 2018 16:05:30 GMT -4
Her answer was short and to the point. She looked as serious as he must have been. She was warmed up; he himself had a short jog and a couple stretches in him. The tension on the air was so thick one could cut it with a knife. The sound of her gloves banging against each other made him aware of the power difference. He may have a bit of fighting experience on her, but she certainly had strength on her side. In spirit and ferocity, they were evenly matched.
She pounced, like a lion, or so Darren expected, but Jasmine walked up to him slowly instead, palms held outwards like a grappler. She had more presence than anyone he’d ever fought before. He rolled his shoulders again to chase the rest of the tension. He was ready, or he believed he was. The privates assembled around the octogonal whistled and hollered and shouted bets as the one refereeing the encounter stepped away carefully.
He walked towards Jasmine on the ball of his feet, his legs ready to spring him away. If she was meeting him with grappling, he’d stick true to his striker style. He could attempt to make a plan. He could try to figure out for hours on end what the explosive blonde would do, but his experience advised him otherwise. Someone once famously said that plans never survive contact with the enemy. Darren preferred the following formulation: Everyone had a plan until they got punched in the face.
He’d been punched in the face by Jasmine before. He might have been a sturdy boy, but he was painfully aware of what Jasmine’s punches did to plans.
Fuck that scaredy cat shit, he told himself. He knew exactly what he was supposed to do.
He decided again that the best defense was offense. The more afraid he was of her punches, the more likely he was to eat one. Only one option offered itself to him and he took it gladly. Pushing with his right foot, stepping in with his left, he delivered his jab, his left fist slicing through the air.
The step-in put him inside of Jaz’s danger zone. He clenched the muscles of his neck and watched her shoulders. He was likely to eat a jab or a grab for his audacity. So be it, he thought. Eye for an eye and all that shit. Let her fuckin’ try.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 1, 2018 3:31:27 GMT -4
Jasmine wasn't at all a grappler. To be painfully honest she actually sucked at it. The amount of technique that went into a proper grappled to make an enemy submit, then changing positions if the opponent managed to get out of the grapple, yadda yadda yadda... all of it took so much focus and knowledge. Knowledge she knew she needed to work on. Pressure points, ways to utterly lock an opponent to the ground and disable them. She was okay at them, yet not at all on a level that she was satisfied with. Thus, when she approached Darren, the hands that were up in front of her face were nothing but a ruse. Or rather, it was something to get Darren to attack.
Much like he himself, Jasmine was a striker. The punch first ask questions later type. And when Darren decided to advance in the same way that she preferred to, she couldn't help the small smile that surfaced on her face.
The Jasmine of now was much different from the Jasmine that Darren had previously fought. Before the blonde lioness had no idea what Darren was doing. It was kind of like an amateur watching a boxing match - they didn't know what the fuck was going on but everything seemed amazing in one way or another. Now, though, after having gone through a wide range of training herself, the wild female was able to recognize the movements her male counterpart was attempting. Quick yet methodical, Darren was sticking to the conventional rules of boxing. Fair enough. She could respect that. But, at the same time, she knew how to counter it.
As the jab came flying towards her, Jasmine's crimson eyes narrowed, her focus turning superlative as it always did whenever she was in a fight she was taking seriously. Time seemingly slowed in her peripheral vision as she attempted her next maneuver. As soon as the male's fist was close enough, her hand outstretched. Her palm pushed against his incoming hand, roughly swatting aside the appendage via slapping his wrist away more to the left, forcing an opening. Then, her own left hand, which had still been raised, balled into a fist. Clenching her shoulder and thus squeezing her arm closely to herself lest a counter-attack came, Jasmine offered a very quick jab of her own, straight to Darren's nose. It didn't have it's usual oompf behind it. Rather it was to test the waters but remain on the defensive. A quick attack with a quick draw back into defense. Regardless if the blow would connect or not, Jasmine would immediately go back to holding her hands in front of her face, ready to counter anything the other blond was going to dish at her.
Pressure. That's what she was intending to apply to the blond. She was well aware of the difference in fighting ability. But if she managed to play to his weaknesses, there was yet away for Jasmine to win this one.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 8, 2018 18:06:05 GMT -4
The difference between the new and the old Jasmine was made very clear when her jab connected with Darren’s face. She was stronger, quicker, she could block and deflect and her blows had purpose. She had certainly become a better fighter.
The delinquent flashed a grin. He had anticipated that he would have to take a hit on the way in and went in neck clenched, and it had paid off. His advance wasn’t deterred, and though it was impressive how Jasmine managed to swat away his jab, he had more than one trick up his sleeve. His forced his serious glare and refined concentration back, fighting the urge to grin.
From a solid stance, he stepped forward and turned his hips to deliver a solid low kick with his right leg, aimed with good power at the girl’s leading knee. He was not the same as before either; his technique was more refined, he was even tougher than before and almost as strong as Jasmine now, and he was determined to show her all that.
You’re lucky y’all ain’t using quirks, said a voice in his head. Shut the fuck up, answered Darren.
Not letting it distract him, he quickly planted his leg back on the ground close to his opponent after the kick to follow with a combination. His left knee went after her liver next as he attempted to grab the girl with a Muay Thai neck hold by snaking his hands under her guard. If he succeeded, he would follow with more left knees to the liver, his forehead pressing against hers as he would push her neck down, trying to keep her stomach exposed to the onslaught.
Blondie had only seen his boxing so far, but it wasn’t Darren’s original style; he was a delinquent, and he learned to fight by using his quirk to slam himself into people and got kicked out of so many gyms and dojos that he ended up with a broad, generalist style when he didn’t use his quirk, not unlike MMA. Except with more dirty moves, maybe.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 10, 2018 8:32:12 GMT -4
The hit had connected, just as the blonde had anticipated. But what she did expect was Darren turning the pressure onto her. He had changed - that much was apparent. Last time she was able to deter him by simply consistently advancing, noticing how the male had lost his sense of control over the fight as soon as the tables were turned on him. Then again, their previous fight was with some very egregious rules. This time, though, he could afford to take a hit and continue advancing, basically employing the same style of fighting Jasmine herself was known to use. Take a hit to be able to dish out one or five that were several times stronger than the one received. Clever, especially considering Jasmine's last attack had been nothing more than a test jab.
Her defense had already been up the second her attack made contact. Lowering her arms just a tad to cover her mid-section, Jasmine was able to block the knee aiming at her liver. What that left her exposed to, however, was the plum clinch that Darren was very quit to snake his arms into. Going up and under her guard, Darren had attained a reasonable amount of control over her. The position his hands took around her neck immediately made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Had this been a social situation and somebody decided to grab her neck, her PTSD would've flared up instantaneously, resulting in a chain reaction of explosive proportions. But Jasmine functioned differently from your usual PTSD victims. Fighting enabled her to stay grounded; to remain sane when shit felt like it was falling apart. Thus, in the middle of this fight, she was able to hold her ground and keep her mental state stable, albeit her bloodthirst skyrocketed by several degrees.
Her forehead against the Aussie's, Jasmine grunted as a knee impacted her liver painfully. She grunted again, then again and again as Darren's attacks kept connecting, and while it was painful, all it did was piss her the fuck off. She had to dig into her bag of tricks - there was one technique she had learned from watching one Kru Rong - a muay thay fighter so vicious he had to retire because people simple didn't want to fight him due to his violent track record in the octagon. She remembered one particular counter, and immediately her mind begun racing trying to use just that.
The second Darren's fourth kick would lift-off, Jasmine would move in transition. Using the temporary lapse in stability in Darren's footing, Jasmine would use this chance to hook her arm out of Darren's hold and flung it around his neck, her hand grasping the back of it and pulling his face into her shoulder in order to avoid a possible rising elbow to her chin. Then she'd use that momentum to fling his entire arm over the same shoulder, her other arm going around his opposite side to grasp at his torso with the technique she had mastered down pat. And, eventually, she would join her arms together and grip Darren tightly to herself before flinging his entire body sideways using her superior strength, growling as she did so.
After the prep was done, she would begin her dance. Darren's side was left open because of the position she was in, and thus she would launch a knee straight into his torso, keeping her grip on him tight as steel. If the hit would connect, she would repeat - flinging him sideways to fuck up his balance, then kicking with her knee again. Rinse and repeat.
She had also learned some pretty wild techniques, and Darren was about to be her test dummy.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 12, 2018 13:28:20 GMT -4
The fight was beginning in earnest now. Long past was the time of poking the bear, or in this case the lion. Left behind were the probing jabs and dancing footwork, the strategic planning and the slippery fighting. Now was the time for a brutal melee dictated by fighting instincts alone, and the two blondies were evenly matched on that end.
Owing to his slight technical edge, Darren managed to get a good blow on Jasmine’s hip and a couple of strong liver shots. On his fourth hit, which was perhaps a little greedy of him to attempt, Jaz sprang into action. She caught him on recovery and managed to wrench one of his arms free and lift his own arm off, grabbing him in a sort of bear hug, holding him close so he couldn’t elbow the blonde.
In such a position, her superior physical strength shone through as she swung the delinquent around, unbalancing hin and leaving him open for a knee to the midsection. Darren could only clench and grunt the first blow. He was tough, but he couldn’t take too many of those.
The American girl threw him around once more, growling like an animal. God damn it, how is that girl that fucking strong?! wondered the delinquent, piqued by a feeling of inadequacy that spurred him into action. The second blow he knew was coming, and since his arms were left free, he managed to throw down a block.
Remembering his fight with the soldiers, the solution became clear when she began throwing him around a third time. When faced with overwhelming force, it was useless to fight against it. “Remember your judo,” he whispered like a mantra, and instead of fighting the throw, he doubled down in the same direction. In the same movement, he attempted to slide his left arm over Jasmine’s head and grab her right arm around the tricep. He hooked his right arm around her back and, pulling his weight behind the move, attempted to sweep her off her feet with a bastardized O Goshi.
If successful, however, he wouldn’t attempt to bring the fight to the ground. He was betting on his technique here to wrench him free from her grasp, knowing that the stronger girl would have an advantage in very close ranges. The delinquent was much better in a standing fight, where he could strut his stuff and shuffle around the battlefield to feint and trip and trick his opponent into eating a powerful counter.
If not, the two adolescents would probably be left standing and struggling against each other, in which case Darren would translate from pulling to pushing and attempting to trip her instead, the surprise hopefully enough to get him out of his undesirable situation.
Hopefully.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 16, 2018 9:32:19 GMT -4
Gritting her teeth, Jasmine kept trying to repeat the same motion over and over again, a sense of accomplishment overtaking her when she realized the hits were connecting. She slammed her knee into his torso, grinning at the pained grunt that left the Aussie's mouth. Quickly acting, she flung him and tried again, yet the second knee was blocked. She cursed lowly under her breath; it was very painfully clear that Darren had spent more time on technique than she had, rather focusing on strength and quirk training. While, normally, that would definitely provide her with a very stable edge, in this situation the American found herself at somewhat of a disadvantage.
Remember your judo.
Shit.
Before she knew it Darren had begun dancing to the rhythm of the pace she had established for the both of them, allowing himself a more fluid type of movement which, ironically enough, ended up giving him enough of a leeway to counter her. She found her head being gripped by one of the Australian's arms while the other firmly grasped her tricep, locking her movements down despite her superior strength. She growled much like a wild beast as she attempted to break free, and had Darren not acted fast she might've stood a chance. Yet, before she could even try anything of the sort, she felt the ground disappearing from below her.
The air was knocked out of her as she landed onto the ground, slamming into it with her shoulder. A low groan escaped her, but recovery was thankfully quick as Darren, much to her own luck, didn't attempt to take the fight to the ground. In her dazed state, he might have had a chance to get into a position that even her strength wouldn't have been of much help. Now, though, she was quick on the uptake, and as the Aussie had willingly chosen to take the fight into free-form, she was able to hastily rebound.
Gathering her senses, Jasmine almost immediately sprung up into action. Darren's fighting style was still very much ingrained into her memory after their first real spar. Technique, quick movement, dodging, countering, and just an overall mishmash of deceptive techniques aimed to use her strength against her. Her answer to this was, again, a very simple one. Don't give him time to think. Don't give him wiggle room. And don't give him any room to breathe. Sure, she may take a blow or two in transition, but it was well worth the sacrifice. If she let Darren get comfortable, the consequences would've probably been much, much worse than what she may eat now.
As soon as she was on her feet, Jaz darted forwards towards the Aussie, launching herself at him with reckless abandon. Her hands were raised to her face, shoulders pulled together to form a defensive barrier of sorts as she chased him down. Carelessly close, she wasn't going to allow Darren a proper wind-up for a strike, nor was she about to let him dodge easily or give him any room of movement to properly trip her without having her fall right on top of him and pull him down with her own weight and strength. As soon as she was close, only a few inches from his form, she opened up with a side swipe from her elbow right to his temple, continuously charging forward to attempt to slam into his chest. Pressure. Force him to either go on the defensive or take it to the ground, all to get him out of his comfort zone and force him to make a mistake. To pressure an opening.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 16, 2018 13:27:13 GMT -4
Sometimes, a fight devolved from a technical contest to one of sweat and blood and grit and guts. While Darren managed to slither away from Jasmine’s hold with a well-timed throw, the lion of a girl that she was rose almost immediately, the fiery mane of her hair cascading down her back. She was like a cat making its fur stand on end to give himself volume and appear more menacing; whatever it was, it worked on the delinquent.
Much like in the beginning of the fight, he truly felt like he was being caged with a wild animal right now. It made no difference that he successfully threw her earlier; he could still feel the aftermath of the blows the blondie connectected earlier in his stomach. The impact had even penetrated through his guard when he attempted to block it, and he didn’t forget how heavy that opening jab had been either.
All his instincts agreed on one thing: he was in danger. No matter how well he could slither and snake his way around Jaz, he was trapped with her and she would get to him, eventually. She was completely back up on her feet now, and staring at him with eyes that could only mean one thing, the same eyes he had seen countless times and given himself through his delinquent career, eyes that said “I’m gonna fuck you up.”
She wasted no time, breaking into a charge. He grinned before he could control his mouth, bringing his arms up and his head down, planting his feet on the ground in the same motion, but the delinquent didn’t grin so much as he bared his own teeth. If she wanted to drag him through the mud and make this a contest of guts and grit, then he would meet her right then and there.
He was surprised at the speed at which she threw the elbow; despite reading the move, he ducked an instant too late to properly avoid it and the blow landed on the crown of his skull, slightly above the temple. Despite the elbow landing on one of the hardest bones in the human body, Darren still felt it reverberate in his cranium and shake his brain through the cerebrospinal liquid. Had he taken that on the chin, he would have certainly been knocked down, if not knocked out.
But he was still on his feet. He could still fight. He was not out yet, and he wasn’t about to give up against such a strong opponent; his pride demanded it and it wouldn’t let him go down, the ringing in his ears be damned. He planted his feet on the ground to meet Jasmine’s tackle. Her brute strength causes his feet the slide and squeal on the mat, but he managed to stay grounded, pushing against her with all his might.
He would fight her toe to toe, quite literally so as their stances intruded into each other’s space at such a close distance. With their skulls almost grinding against each other, they couldn’t attempt any headshots; even elbows would fall short. Knowing this, the delinquent wasted no time attempting a move up there and went for what he knew would work: body blows.
He laid them on thick, mercilessly, his fists pounding one after the other in the American blondie’s midsection, targeting her liver, her kidneys, her solar plexus, digging under the ribs like a shovel, just like Jack Dempsey used to do, just like the coach showed him. Dig your feet in, drop your knees and shovel it up, easy as pie, all in a day’s work. It was certainly easier said than done, but the delinquent did his best to land as many of the vicious punches as he could, violently switching gears from technical judo to brutal boxing, hoping it would throw her off.
The counterpoint of such a strategy, however, is that while he was in a position to fire away at his opponent’s body, she was in much the same situation, with the same target in front of her. Darren was betting on his ability act quick enough that he could get a few blows in before she did; he knew that he couldn’t keep taking the fight to her directly for too long once she would start hitting back.
But he also knew that he could take a few, grit and gut, and grit and gut is what he was betting on right now -- the sweat was there already, and blood would probably show up soon. The fire in his eyes was still alive, and it would take a lot of punches to douse his enthusiasm. It was as if he was forgoing his technique for a while to make a statement; a statement that he could go toe to toe with Jasmine, and proudly so.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 22, 2018 10:17:14 GMT -4
The hit connected. Not as she had wanted it to, but she still felt her elbow smash against the delinquent male's head rather violently. She grinned; it had definitely gotten the point across. Jasmine, despite being outclassed in terms of technique, wasn't someone to fuck with. Her strength and instincts alone were enough to bridge the gap between the two fighters rather viciously, and she was willing to pull this fight into the nitty and gritty if it meant that's what she had to do to secure the W.
Darren had rebounded fairly quickly, much to her surprise, dismay, and apparent excitement. Very quickly did the Ace of 1C prove himself to be more than just a capable fighter, but an intelligent one as well. Despite the pressure Jasmine was consistently applying, he managed to find wiggle room to fight back on his own terms - something which the lioness could definitely respect and see how it was one of Darren's redeeming qualities... in between all the shit that was the opposite of that, truth be told. The thought it self was rather amusing.
Growling like a wild animal, Jasmine advanced. If even a small part of her considered Darren simple prey, that thought very quickly went out the window. Despite all the training she had done, the Aussie made it obvious that he himself hadn't been slacking either, much alike a good part of the rest of Yuuei's student body. He wasn't the head honcho of the Martial Arts Club for nothing, it seemed, and as he threw down with body shots, Jasmine had to suppress a pained groan. One hit. Two. Three. She was forced to cough out blood. Fuck. Something had popped. She could feel it. A rib was either bent out of shape or broken altogether. Luckily it hadn't pierced anything vital - she could identify the pain if that had happened even through the massive amounts of adrenaline coursing through her veins, pushing her forward.
Thinking fast to get herself out of what seemed to be turning into a dire situation, Jasmine forewent high defense and lowered her arms, managing to block several of Darren's body shots. She was getting sick of them beyond measure and that was apparent in her body language: strained, aggressive, and above all ready to fight back. She planted her own feet, strengthening her center of gravity as she spread them on the ground. Anticipating Darren's next swipe at her torso, she did her best to grab his hands by their wrists. The last attacks had connected, making her groan and growl, but the impact had been much lesser as opposed to what she had felt if they hit square in her body. Holding a firm grip on him, Jasmine acted.
Her next move was quick, and honestly more so instinctual than pre-planned. But she went with it anyway, rearing her head back. Before Darren would have the chance to figure out what the fuck was going on, she'd slam her forehead right into his nose with as much strength as she could, using her entire body weight to try and smash through him, hopping forward as she did so. If the hit would connect it would likely leave the Aussie dazed and open, at which point she would open up with her own series of hits. Reckless, seemingly desperate, but at the same time planned and thought through. She would shed defense altogether - there was no point in defending against an opponent superior in technique; she'd eventually get overwhelmed anyway. Instead, she would bank on her durability and outlandish strength. Sure, she would probably take as much of a beating as she'd dish out, but the only way she could think of winning considering the circumstances was to try and outlast the delinquent. With any luck he'd buckle and kiss the pavement before she did... and, at the very least, they'd knock each other out. Despite being a bitter pill to swallow, she could live with that.
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 22, 2018 14:45:12 GMT -4
Left shovel hook to the liver into right solar plexus upper. A shoulder push to keep his line of fire open and another left. The delinquent was no longer thinking, he was just acting, and his body knew what to do. He knew when to push, where to put its feet, what hits he could get in, which was the best one and how to execute it without having to think about it. They called it the zone in every sports, whether it was fighting, basketball or racing.
Darren was now fully in the zone. His smirk had completely disappeared, and for the first time since he joined the hero school, he was fighting seriously. While other fighters had a lively, fiery gaze while in the zone, his went cold and almost dead, filled instead with intense concentration and a piercing glare.
His movements were mechanical and most importantly, tightly linked together, leaving no breathing room and turning it into a merciless pounding for the opponent.
That is, if the opponent wasn’t Jasmine Noir. If Darren was 1-C’s ace, she was the alpha female of the 1-A pack, and she managed to cut into his fiercest attack by grabbing his wrists. His tight focus didn’t break then as he instead adjusted his stance to break himself out of her grip with a little wrist trick.
At least, that was the plan, but with a beastly roar fitting of her image as a lioness, she headbutted him directly in the face. The move made him recoil a couple steps and splatter the bloodier and bloodier canvas with more hemoglobin from his nostrils. He he hadn’t been focused then, allowing him to shift his weight back a few millimeters before it hit, diffusing the power ever so slightly, he would have taken the full brunt of the hit and end up with a broken nose.
Time dilated. He was now properly seeing the world in slow motions. He saw his gloved hand, that he held up with will alone. He saw a fiery yellow blur get closer, and send more fists his way.
Defense.
He raised his right hand, catching a first blow on his guard, but it was a decoy, and a second blow was headed the way of his chin. No time to block that one.
Offense.
His left hook crashed on Jasmine’s temple at the same time her right upper shook his chin. There was no way he could defend against this blow, so he instead threw one of his own for a simultaneous impact. Both fighters were getting groggy at this point, and the soldiers around the cage were shouting and banging their fist against the cage excitedly and cheered for either blondie, and for this incredible fight to keep going.
And it kept going, for what seemed like hours. Darren lost count of how many times he had hit Jaz yet, and that was probably due to the fight he had no idea how many Jasmine gave back. It was like two piece of iron beating on each other, neither strong enough to break the other but enough to bend it, and Darren was resolute not to bend first.
Sometime around the third hour (or so it seemed to the delinquent), he saw an opening. One of Jasmine’s punch ran wide, the fatigue no doubt settling in, and she was destabilized for a second. He saw the opening. Darren’s concentration came back instantly.
Exhausted and out of strength, it lasted just long enough. Putting every last ounce of strength he had in him, he suddenly turned tail and launched himself up and away from Jasmine with his right leg, now his leading leg.
The cage was right behind his back. He landed with his left leg bent against the wall, all of his power loaded in it, like a spring. He released it.
For an instant, he soared through the air like an eagle, but with a twist of the waist and hips he brought his right tibia down crashing on the side of Jasmine’s head with a graceful flying roundhouse. He had only ever used this kick with the aid of his quirk before, and while he could theoretically execute it without Autokinesis, he had never attempted to do so against a live opponent.
But in this instant, with his concentration running on overclock, it was the kick which with he saw an opportunity to end the fight. As he brought it down, another cry escaped his lungs, this time closer to the high-pitched screech of an eagle.
“HIIIYAAAAAAAH!” shouted the delinquent, as he brought down his leg from the sky for his final blow. After that, he would have no more juice left. He had poured everything behind this attack, and should it land, he would have barely enough strength to tumble and lean against a wall to stay on his feet.
If Jasmine could get back on his feet, it was over. The lioness would have caught the eagle, and she would only have to devour him to her leisure.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Oct 22, 2018 15:15:59 GMT -4
Where was she?
What time was it?
She... she couldn't answer either question. It was just... a blur. Irrelevant information. And irrelevant information didn't matter. Only the opponent in front of her. People would've probably asked her what was wrong. It wasn’t anything wrong. There was just some reason she had this... feeling. She was just locked in. It was something that just happened. It's tough to explain. It's just one of those things. It hadn't even really set in for her mentally. It was now all about the W. And, as a result, it turned into something special. If she were to explain that she grasped what had happened, she would be lying.
For Jasmine, it was hard to describe. She just felt so... confident. She got her feet set and got a good luck at her opponent - it's going to connect. Even the ones that were blocked she thought were going to connect. She never thought she could have a fight like this, though. She connected the first hit and then simply thought Let me slam another. She slammed the second one, she thought: Let me try a third one. She made the third one. I've got a rhythm going.
That was what the zone was for Jasmine; any irrelevant information was blocked out. Only the opponent in front of her mattered. It was like a certain state of mind - a superlative focus which she had learned to delve into - to 'activate' whenever she took a fight seriously. But, oftentimes, it would activate on its own. Almost like a switch she was unaware of had been flicked, making her completely block out anything and everything that wasn't what she was facing right then and there. It was different from the normal zone she was able to turn on by herself. No, this was a wholly other level. She was able to see more, hear more, feel more, sense and anticipate more. Her instincts were wild, that was for sure, but they were now also controlled. They had direction, purpose, and all of it screamed I want to win! Unrivaled in her confidence, Jasmine pushed forward. Taking and receiving, taking and receiving. She didn't even know how many blows she and Darren traded, nor did it matter. The blonde lioness couldn't even register the pain or the fatigue, yet in her mind she knew exactly how much she had left in the tank. She didn't worry about it, though. No, she continued to fight, a strange sixth sense telling her that she was going to win.
After a small eternity, something she couldn't anticipate had finally happened. Her rib, likely broken, pulsed with pain that broke through her concentration. Her muscles clenched; everything suddenly begun aching. The kickback from all of her previous fights in the military compound suddenly attacked her all at once, like a freight train of a proverbial hangover slapping her across the face with all of its disgusting glory. Momentarily her entire body froze as she hissed out in pain, her eyes widening, her bones aching, sending jolts of lightning all throughout her limbs. Gritting her teeth, she fought through it, trying to open up with an attack...
...but it was too late. The damage was done.
It was instantaneous. She couldn't even register what had happened before it was too late. The impact swift and sharp, shaking her brain in her skull. Her head twisted at an angle, forcing her entire body sideways. Everything had blurred for what seemed like a moment way too long, and yet... she refused to fall. Even as her body was helplessly barreling into the ground, Jasmine had still managed to grasp at the remainder of her slipping consciousness. Through grit teeth, she growled defiantly as she planted her hand onto the ground to stop herself from falling, only one knee touching the mat below. Breathing heavily, her face bloodied, Jaz glared up at the exhausted Darren, her eyes hazy yet sharp, mirroring the color of the blood on her face.
There it was. It was that feeling. Unmistakable in its essence. And so damn familiar. It was what she felt when she was just about to be defeated. When she stared death in its ugly face. No, not in the overdramatic fashion. No, actual death. Staring at the barrel of a gun aimed right at your forehead or the edge of a knife pushing against your neck. So many times had she faced down such dangers, and every single time her answer was the exact same: defiantly, with a hubris that far overpowered any sense of fear she might have felt, Jasmine spat in its face. She wouldn't go down. Not without a fight. And she would keep fighting until she was dead on her feet.
Thus, with a groan, straining her battered and bruised form, Jasmine forced herself onto both feet again. She was barely able to move... heck, she was barely able to stay conscious. But through sheer willpower alone she stood back up. And despite being beaten to an inch of losing her consciousness, the current Jasmine likely came across as scarier than she ever had. A wild animal pushed into a corner. Not afraid, but rather confident, wild, ready to rip the head off of anything that come close.
"That..." she coughed out blood, barring her bloodied fangs, "...a-all you got, 'roo-lover?"
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Post by Daimon Darren on Oct 22, 2018 16:38:29 GMT -4
The blowback in his head and hips crashed upon Darren like a wave of relief. He knew it was about all he had left when it threw it, and feeling it connect, feeling hit kick blow thought Jasmine’s initial resistance and sending her head flying was a weight off his shoulders. He was fully aware that, had it not connected, he would have been without option.
The landing was a delicate affair. His left foot reached the floor first, and only through a wild push did he got his right down, and it took a few dance steps from him to reach the other side of the cage where he could lean on the wall to help himself get up.
He was completely winded. All the damage Jasmine had dished out hit him at once. He felt strength leave his muscles the same way it had when he went skydiving with Yumi using his quirk as a parachute. When they landed in the water, he couldn’t move, and he would have drowned if Yumi hadn’t been here. And right now, he felt that he was drowning.
He could breathe -- he did so heavily -- but it felt like no oxygen reached his body. It was all he could do to keep standing. He kept staring at Jasmine, his gaze still fixated on victory, but he was out of gas. It went on for a few seconds. They felt like excruciatingly long minutes.
Jasmine wasn’t moving either. She blurbed something about kangoos after spitting blood. He pushed himself off the wall, took a first step. He could walk.
He took a second one, then a third. Jasmine wasn’t moving.
He got close and with energy he thought he didn’t have, threw one last punch, a right-handed wide haymaker with barely an hint of technique behind it. Jasmine raised her hands too late, the exhaustion getting to her as well, and the punch pushed her on the ground more than it properly knocked her down. The punch unbalanced him and he fell down next to her as well.
At this point the soldiers, who were starting to get a little concerned about the potential legal repercussions of letting two adolescents beat each other to death in their own cage, swarmed the ring and carried out the fighters. Already they were debating who had won.
Darren shot one last glare at his opponent as he was being carried to the infirmary in an equally sorry state. Both of them knew this fight wouldn’t be the last by a long shot.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2018 8:11:43 GMT -4
+36 Darren. (72 exp added!) +37 Jasmine. (74 exp added!)
I really need Jasmine to get some revenge for this one.. Revenge, I say.
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