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Post by Vincent on Apr 26, 2017 23:31:58 GMT -6
One, two, one, two. Vincent darted and weaved around his opponent. The two of them were shirtless and bare-knuckled. These fights were starting to get easy, when would Vincent next have a real challenge? Circling his opponent the hero struck the man's throat and kicked his foot out from under him.
Stunned the enemy fell to the ground giving Vincent one free shot to knock him unconscious with a single punch. "How was it? Untouched!" Vincent's hair was soaked in sweat and clung around his neck. Going to the edge of the makeshift ring he accepted a towel to wipe away the sweat.
"Hey, you win another round like that and I will double your cut." Vincent had never been one for traditional training but fighting in rings was extreme even to him, but he could not deny his progress.
"Another round? Even after the last three?" He shook his head to that. "No way, not for double, Make it double and a half."
"What?"
"You heard me. Double and a half or I won't fight. I think you forget I am a professional mercenary, this is for fun."
"Then why are you so stuck on the money?"
"A fourth round does not sound like fun." Vincent smiled a cheeky smile at the commissioner.
"Peft! Fine! Double and a half! But you better win."
"Of course I wil." Vincent replied haughtily. "Have you seen me lose yet?" He asked heading back to the center to meet yet another foe. He rolled his neck and shoulders and took a stance. His fists her loose and his gaze stern.
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Post by Vincent on May 8, 2017 18:07:33 GMT -6
The man that stared him down was a regular beast of a man. He had no fear in him as he looked down, lowering his entire head into his chest to see Vincent. Oh, well, this is going to be fun, he thought to himself. What did he eat all day to look like this? Oh well, if he was going to win in the Bernese tournament of the year, he had to be able to best all of the odds... even if the odds were 300 pounds of muscle.
"And, BEGIN!" The ref called it and had barely cleared the danger zone when the hulk came out swinging. He was swinging wide, clearly used to overpowering vs skills. That was an advantage. If he took a hit to the face he was not going to wake up for a while, disadvantage.
Maybe he could exploit him further. Vincent began to stay light and fast on his feet. He let the man get close to him before clearing of his fist and dancing behind him. "Can't hit what you can't catch!" he flounced. The man did not take kindly to his taunts and immediately came for him again. Swoom! The swing was high but Vincent nimbly ducked beneath it with ease. "What's wrong?" Vincent panted his feet.
"You think you're so cute with this!?" He rushed Vincent outright trying to grab him. Vincent rolled around his side before delivering a kick to the back of his knee, sending him to the ground.
"I know I am adorable!" Vincent retorted cheekily. To this, the man kicked his leg out striking like a mule. It was sloppy, and messily executed, the less said about how awkward it looked the better, and to the hero's dismay, it connected, right in the diaphragm. "Goooh!" Vincent was knocked onto his back with a heavy wheeze. One, two, one, two. No air could get into his lungs as he rose.
The hulking man was soon on him again. THUMP!!! That one would leave a mark. It was dizzying, shoot, he was sure he was knocked cold as he did not recall hitting the ground, but the ref failed to call the match, so it was his second chance. His vision blurred briefly and came back together just in time to narrowly evade an early grave.
"I gots ya right where I wants ya! You and your prancing ain't gonna stop me here!" It was his opponent's turn to gloat, and well, he was right. Vincent needed to return to the offensive if he had any hopes of securing the win on this one.
As his opponent came for him once more he had just the maneuver decided on to stop him. The swing came large once more and made it easy to spot and block before it gained swinging momentum. Step one. Keeping close to his opponent he followed up with a double hammer fist down upon his neck and collarbones staggering him. Step two. His height was greater but this made an him improvise, and Vincent latched his hands behind his head bringing him down to him into a headbutt, hard enough to break the nose. Step three. And finally, with him on his level he did a short and sharp pivot bringing his elbow to bare with a loud and satisfying crack to the jaw. The giant of a man was out cold and Vincent's elbow was now bruised, his jaw was bony.
The next few moments were a blur as the small gathered crowd cheered or sneered at the results and the ref announced him the victor. He was ready for Bern, he was sure of it, but he needed a good rest now. Stumbling back to the edge of the arena, his commissioner relinquished his portion. He was hardly far away when his eye swelled to the point of unseeing. Yup, a long rest indeed.
[End Thread]
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