First Rule of Fight Club | Logan

[kidd florentine]

[atrb=width,500px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #3b4e54; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px] the way of the living sword. In the outskirts of a small town named Foosha Village, there was a relatively largest, yet rickety shack made from salvaged steel and wooden pliers. Cheaply lit with electricity with nothing but cold hard stone underfoot. It was unclean, with the blood and sweat of men and women alike. Teeth, trash, blood and cigarette butts littered the area as a group of approximately 100 to 200 people every night gather around and beat the crap out of each other with nothing but fist and foot. "GENTLEMEN, welcome to fight club." Stated a relatively middle class man with blonde hair, shades and a relatively grizzled appearance. Smoking a cigarette he dropped it and trampled it underneath his shiny sneaker. "Before we get started, there are a couple of-- You know what, fuck it. Don't talk about the club, someone gets seriously hurt-- stop, one at a time, two people to a fight, no shirts, no shoes, fights go on as long as necessary, and finally... if you're new here, you have to fight." And just like that, Kidd felt a shove behind him, forcing him to move forwards into the man made pit. Screams and shouts, cheers for the first person to step into the ring. "What's your name?" "AUGH!" "Hunh? What?" "Uwaa!" "You retarded or something? Next challenger!" [/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #3b4e54;width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 250px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: TLDR; fight club gogo! Word count: --- Tagged: crimson template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #3b4e54; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]one with heaven and earth.[/style]

[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

This wasn't his first time in the area, the bounty hunter was ever challenging himself, pushing the boundaries to improve his own worth and stance as a fighter. Tonight was no different. He'd made it early to the event, and sat nearby simply waiting for the night to unfold. Slowly a crowd built up in the area, Crimson paid no mind to any of the guests in the area, instead he sat outside separated. In his hands lay a notebook, he was scribbling something down while smoke trailed from a cigarette between his lips, a small picture from an encounter earlier that night a bar. The name "Tyler Knox" was scribbled over several times, giving the name a thicker and messier appearance. Below that was titled "Petty Officer" and more, it was his list of people he'd met and found worth noting. His whole notebook was filled with contacts.

The announcer of the event picked up his voice from inside, causing Logan to fold the notebook up and place it inside one of his pockets along with the pen. He nudged his way through the crowd to the inner circle which surrounded the pit. His lower body wearing only black straights, a simple belt holding them firm, on his torso rest a red hoodie, of which it was pulled up and over his head. His feet below remained bare on the stone, the rough material easy on his feet due to calluses long existing. While the man smoke, Logan simply waited for the fight to officially start, his hand sliding up to his lips, pulling the poison from between his lips and letting a long trail of smoke disappear towards the ceiling.

"Before we get started, there are a couple of-- You know what, fuck it. Don't talk about the club, someone gets seriously hurt-- stop, one at a time, two people to a fight, no shirts, no shoes, fights go on as long as necessary, and finally... if you're new here, you have to fight."

Crimson let a sly smirk cross his face at the last few words, he wasn't new but he wasn't going to wait. Before he could make his entrance, from the corner of his eyes he noticed someone getting shoved into the pit. Forcing Logan's smile even broader. A newbie. The men went wild while the youth looked confused, questions were thrown asking for his name but the sudden advancement of the night looked to be a little too quick.

"Back up ladies, I've got this one." Logan roared, his voice deep and rough, slightly drowning out the cheers and screams of the crowd. A few men cheered even louder while others laughed. Logan stepped forward, the cigarette still between his lips. His hands moved up to his shoulders as he pulled his hoodie from his body, revealing a well toned chest, the muscles rippling at the slightest movement, along his collarbones and across the front of his neck inked into the skin was an old tattoo, it didn't end there though as it stretched across his back as well. Finally he picked the tobacco from his lips, driving the end into his palm to crush the flame before flicking it aside.

"Let's do this then."

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[kidd florentine]

[atrb=width,500px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #3b4e54; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px] the way of the living sword. Some guy had suggested that since he was good with his sword. Well whatever, he wanted to compete, and so he did, he wanted to fight people and win. So it was totally fine with him. As the crowd cheered for him, he jumped up and down as if a six year old kid in an adult form. "Aweh!" He exclaimed. And then proceeded to remove his shirt, revealing a lifetime of fighting for his life, incredibly toned and muscular, with a lattice of scars pockmarking everywhere from the numerous sword cuts he had received when fighting other swordsmen and with his master. Tossing his hari to one side, and removing his sandles, Kidd awaited his challenger to arrive. "Back up ladies, I've got this one." Ladies? Where? Oh wait never mind. So his apparent hopped down from his location. A blonde haired man with the approximate muscles of someone who's been in quite a few fights and kept in good condition. "Augh." Kidd simply stated before facing his opponent. Blonde hair, fairly tall, good physical build, pretty confident in himself. "Huuu..." He murmured, thinking to himself. Well, who cares, he's just here to punch people and stuff. As the two stepped into the arena, they were situated near the center of the field. "And... begin!" Kidd reacted like Lightning to those words, immediately after those syllables came out of the man's mouth, Kidd used his extensive leg reach to perform a sweeping low kick to the man's right leg, utilizing his own right. [/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #3b4e54;width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 250px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: TLDR; fight club gogo! Word count: --- Tagged: crimson template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #3b4e54; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]one with heaven and earth.[/style]

[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

The roar of the crowd surrounding the duo picked up as things progressed, even becoming near deafening. All 100 to 200 of them had their attention focused on only Crimson and Kidd, the spotlight solely focused on them and their fight as it was about to begin. A smirk crossed the hunters face, his eyes sharp and pinpointed on his target. There was no way he was going to let it go easy. Before the fight began, he set up his stance, left foot forward with heavy pressure, his right foot mostly hovered about the ground, only the ball of his foot rested against the ground. His arms cocooned his upper chest and head, one fist on his left cheek, the other on his right cheek. He was well versed in Muay Thai, having been a practitioner for years.

The fighter before him appeared to be a rookie in Logan's eyes, his stance didn't appear to be anything in particular, but rather something to keep himself upright. His hands looked chaotic and untrained. Crimson figured the fight easy, but never fought as if it would be so. The announcer finally settled things down for a quick moment. Silence slowly overtook the arena, and only when it had were the following words shouted.

"And... begin!"

Before he could make his first advance, his opponent crossed the short distance with a quick kick. Logan dropped his right foot and lifted his left, a loud smack was all to be heard as the block easily stopped the attack. Straight after his left dropped back to the floor and his right went back to its ball, while the hell remained in the air. Crimson twisted his right foot and drove himself forward like a jackhammer, his left stepping first while all the power came out of his right leg. At the same time his left hand came in for a jab, flying straight out at his opponents face. The short distance would make it hard to dodge, the best option being to block. Logan was all too familiar with fights though, and instead of waiting for a reply, he used his momentum to twist his hips. His left hand, after striking out for the jab, came back to his cheek while he dropped at the knees. His head now level at his opponents chest.

Like lightning Logan popped up, his knee's driving his body up rapidly, at the same time his right hand pulled from his cheek and came out, his fist driving upwards towards Kidd's chin. A swift and powerful uppercut followed from the jab. Only when the uppercut completed itself did he push himself backwards, his right foot slinking back first before his left followed. This pushed him out of arms reach. That smirk still maintained its position on his face.

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[kidd florentine]

[atrb=width,500px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #3b4e54; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px] the way of the living sword. Since the kick did not connect completely and Kidd's attempt at striking the man's knee joint to trip him over failed, Kidd's foot snapped back immediately, whilst remaining within a neutral stance, allowing him to position his force equally through the body by rotating his central abdominal muscles and hips. the fighter's reaction was fast, but Kidd had enough time to react. Rotating his abdominal muscles and shifting his neck to the side, he avoided the strike. As the man pulled back, Kidd had enough time to understand that the man was going into another strike. However, as Kidd's current position with approximately perpendicular to the body of Logan, his chin was now nowhere near the previous location of where it would be, allowing him an opening as Logan pulled up to strike. As the uppercut missed it's target, Kidd utilized an immediately a most heinous of strikes... His left hand executed a most horrible move, a deadly move. Sure to incapacitate even the most fearsome of warriors. Indeed, he was going to attack the man's exposed nipple. His left index and thumb would coil around the man's brown, exposed areola and with extreme prejudice twist with such force that it would leave the man in pain, and create a large bruise upon his relatively unbruised body. [/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #3b4e54;width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 250px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: TLDR; fight club gogo! Word count: --- Tagged: crimson template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #3b4e54; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]one with heaven and earth.[/style]

[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

His left hand extended quick, but apparently his opponent had near lightning reflexes, something that didn't come easy. The lack of a collision was a clear sign to Crimson that he had been dodged, and so the rest of his body halted, meaning there was no uppercut. His right hand stayed glued to his cheek, his right arm and elbow resting against the right side of his body to protect it from attacks. Without an uppercut, his opponent wouldn't have the opening for the purple nurple, and in doing such, it never happened. Crimson had just thrown his jab which missed, and gone on the defensive while Kidd had twisted his body out of the way.

Crimson was a very good close quarter fighter, over the years his body had been tormented by blunt physical trauma but in comparison, very light weapons exposure. His body had been built to take physical damage over the years, his skin was thick and his muscles numb. He faced someone quick, but he wasn't sure the of their physical threshold. Hopefully he would find out sooner or later, for now he needed to keep moving. His posture and balance were currently solid, and his body free from any harm. As it should be at the start of any fight.

In an instant his stance flicked around, his left foot skipped back while his right forward. The weight dropped onto his right, while his left's heel rose. With his hands glued to his face and body to protect from hits, he drove his left knee forward quickly before snapping his leg through. As he did, his right ankle turned to the outside, further pushing his leg through with enough force to push a defender back. The attack was quick, and his balance was even throughout, when the attack was completed it would fall back even with his right leg before it slid forward and he maintained his original position.

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[kidd florentine]

[atrb=width,500px][atrb=border,0px,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=border-right: 120px solid #3b4e54; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 20px 0px;font-size: 10px] the way of the living sword. As his kick lunged towards Kidd, he immediately felt the full strike of the kick towards the chest, sending him flying into a nearby corner and knocking him dazed. The kick was too fast for him to anticipate, as he was trained to fight with blades at a distance, the man with the superior close combat would win. The strike landed on his upper chest, as Kidd had hoped to avoid by feinting left, but had failed the attempt at doing so. Shaking his head to regain his focus, Kidd took a moment to pause, assessing the damage done to his body. It wasn't much, the attack was aimed to daze and push him away. But he had decided that at this point he was going to bring down the other person, with form or without form. Now that there was space between them, Logan had plenty of time to react to Kidd's next move. Kidd knew, but he didn't really care. He dived forwards, his body tucked, directing his force like a precise bull charge. Even with his charge, the distance between them and the speed at which he charged at could really only be either intercepted, or take a full effort to dodge. His arms were extended to defend his face and his body was kept lowered to prevent his organs from being reached. [/style][STYLE=float: left; width: 380;border: 3px solid #3b4e54;width: 100px; height: 100px;][/style][STYLE=float: left;width: 250px;padding-left: 10px;font-size: 10px]Notes: TLDR; fight club gogo! Word count: --- Tagged: crimson template by pianissimo of btn[/style][STYLE=color: #3b4e54; font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; letter-spacing: -5;line-height: 23px;margin-right: 5px;float: right;width: 120px;text-align: right;]one with heaven and earth.[/style]

[LOGAN GRIMMSCAR]

Crimson's knee flung into the air, and extended rapidly. His shin ripped through the air and into the chest of his opponent. No it wasn't meant for pure damage, but to daze and push, and that's exactly what he got. Kidd flew backwards into the wall, the attack too fast for the man. The hunters leg flipped back down and his original stance came about. He posture and mood unchanging despite the successful attack. He knew full well the match wasn't over and done with.

His eyes were locked on Kidd as he came to from the blow, recovering at a distance and planning his next move. When the charge happened, it was quick but there was little Logan could do. The distance was short, and the attack itself was hard to defend from in such a short space. Instead of dodging or trying to intercept, Logan shifted back a step, placing him only one step from the wall behind. Facing his threat, he could tell that Kidd wouldn't be able to see what he was doing, with a charge like that, and while staying low you sacrificed accuracy and precision for speed, but that didn't matter.

Logan lifted his arms from his chest, but kept his hands on his cheek, and tightened his stomach and chest muscles. His body lowered slightly and leaned forward a little, bracing for the impact. At the last moment his muscles clenched and the collision took place. Kidd had hit his stomach directly, throwing both himself and Crimson into the wall, the hunter had slowed their descent but not by a whole lot, and with the hunter strengthening his muscles at the last moment, when the impact happened, he hit the wall and then Kidd would have felt the impact through his arms and head. More damage would be held against Kidd then Logan, but the hunter was winded for a split second. Still unable to bear such a collision without some damage.

As soon as Logan recovered from the impact, he raised both his arms above Kidd's body, then dropped his weight by bending one knee and letting the other drop completely, while dropping his arms drove down at the same time. His elbows were bent, and aiming directly at the kidney's of his opponent. Overall this would sandwich Kidd's body between the bent knee, and the two elbows being driven into his kidneys, applying more force then just a standard elbow to the kidney.

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