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Post by Figaro on Mar 30, 2010 1:33:20 GMT -5
Well, the spit missed, and it would take me a little while before I could charge up another bullet. Before I could fully react, he managed to hit me right in the jaw with a powerful palm strike. It sent me falling backward ((my balance wasn't really the best, I'm afraid!)), but this time I managed to catch myself and do a backward somersault to close the distance.
I was hoping I would be able to nimbly get back to my feet, and do a catchy pose, but unfortunately, the damn crowd didn't move back quick enough after I got hit so I ended up running into someone in the middle of my somersault tripping him over. This caused for the poor victim to to land on me, the majority of his weight pressing harshly against my chest while the rest of the crowd distance themselves from us. He rolled off in front of me, inadvertently acting as a temporary road block between Eoin and me, while I scurried to my feet.
Before I could even regain complete balance though, some jerk behind me decided to finally man up while I wasn't looking, and shoved me forward which would close the distance between Eoin in me. That's karma, I guess!
I wonder if anyone even took me seriously anymore... On the bright side, I was still able to fight! Although, I was beginning to sweat, and was having to actually work at controlling my breathing pattern now.
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Post by Eoin on Mar 30, 2010 2:05:23 GMT -5
With the blow struck. Eoin remained where he was when he saw the results of Figaro crashing into the crowd from the impact. While he didn't feel particularly sorry for the people in the crowd as they were there by choice, he wasn't going to close in and risk getting anyone else really involved with the fight. This was between Eoin and Figaro, not them.
He noticed Figaro was already starting a bit of a sweat, and he didn't fail to notice that he was having to control his breathing, even though he was doing so rather well. Eoin's eyes flashed as he darted in. He knew now was the best part of the fight, when the opponent truly was in the element of the battle. Now the fight could really get started as Eoin had just found what he was looking for.
"Yes, let's really rumble now!" He called as he closed the short gap. His arms were trailing behind him as he ran, and odd way to move during a fight. his body was leaning forward, and unless Figaro countered, he would stop when his face was roughly half a foot from Figaro's face. He would have to adjust for the likely counter Figaro would make. If he did manage to reach Figaro, he would unleash and attack that few people he fought against could easily shrug off.
OOC: Well don't wait up for me. Last post before I crash for the night. Good battle so far though
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Post by Figaro on Mar 30, 2010 2:16:14 GMT -5
"Shut up!" I yelled, charging at him at the exact same time he charged at me. I was planning on ramming right into him, leading with my right shoulder in a tackle. Our momentum was going straight forward, so if any one of us decided to play chicken and back away from ramming against each other - they would definitely be the loser of the collision. And trust me when I say, I was not planning on backing out. In just a split second our bodies would collide full force, and that is when things will truly pick up - at least in my eyes.
Although, Eoin could have a trick up his sleeve which is far superior to my "run them over with brute force" strategy.
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Post by Eoin on Mar 30, 2010 12:49:49 GMT -5
Seeing Figaro charge at him as well. Eoin smiled widely as right upon impact, he pushed off with his feet. Jumping with the impact it still was pretty damn unpleasant, but it was better than getting bashed completely. His arms swung in, his right hand came in and his fingers jabbed into Figaro's spine at the small of his back, while his left hand attacked Figaro's sternum with a palm strike.
Eoin had taken quite the gamble here, not only had he taken a blow from the impact, but he was exposing himself to a variety of counters, though if his attack went through, he knew it was well worth the risk, and he was willing to bet he could recover from most of the things that Figaro might be likely to pull.
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Post by Figaro on Mar 31, 2010 9:51:12 GMT -5
My right shoulder would slam right into Eoin, probably in the chest or neck region, and it would cause for significant damage since it managed to completely grind my feet to a halt. The pressure on my shoulder shocked a sharp spike of pain, but it seemed Eoin's attack didn't take into consideration that his attack would be horizontally flipped. Which means that his fingers would jab right into the lower section of my abs while his palm strike would end up hitting me in the mid back.
Fortunately for him, he managed to sustain the entire force of my tackle, and I was in no position to effectively counter. At this point though, he was probably weakened enough where I could easily use the remainder of my force to push away from him with my left arm.
If this was successful, I would only leave the gap where we were only strike distance away from each other. My breathing pace has increased as long as how much I was sweating. The blood on my right elbow was beginning to dry up and scab over - a detail which proved this fight had been going on for a few minutes now.
Ramming him with my shoulder should have done its toll on him, even if it didn't have the original hopes of knocking him over like I originally intended it to do.
As for his attacks. They were enough to where they were finally beginning to slow me down. At this point forward, there was going to be a slight lack of power and speed in my punches.
I was ready to keep going, so if Eoin didn't take this small window of an opportunity to attack, I would quickly go back in on the offensive.
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