Sigma
Thief
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Post by Sigma on Apr 30, 2017 21:15:38 GMT -6
It was cold and it was dark. At least that's about what Sigma could gather after receiving a massive sucker punch directly to the forehead. He was outside of a tavern in Carrhae from the looks of it and the two men in front of him did NOT look happy. Come on think Sigma, just what the hell happened? Don't tell me a few pints of ale and a sucker punch is enough to make you amnesiac! As the two buff looking mercenaries were shouting random insults, Sigma started to try and piece back what made him arrive in this situation...
First of all he remembered arriving at the tavern since he had heard an alchemist of some kind was there and that he held the recipe for portable smoke bombs and flash bombs. If Sigma understood the principle properly, then these tools could definitly come in handy one day or another. Though as he walked in, he quickly realised his sources were wrong. No alchemist was in sight. To forget about that, Sigma decided to have a bring with what seemed to be nice looking people. The three of them talked about everythign and nothing for a while until for a reason or another, they started gambling. Sigma though the night was going great at first, although the two other mercenaries had mistaken his skill for cheating... And let's just say this is why Sigma is here.
Standing in the street with a now freshly bloody face, he got ahold of his nerves as one of the two dashed towards him. Sigma decided to stop him dead in his tracks with a well placed kick to the abdomen... But sadly, his kick was definitly too weak, he didn't even step back from the impact. Ugh, this is why I need to build muscle mass more... he thought right before receiving another blow to the gut this time. Falling to the ground, he couldn't believe he was beign beaten so easily by these two men. Of course he wouldn't start taking out his swords. Better to just get beaten than to alert the guards.
He just hoped that they'd tucker themselves out soon...
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Post by Jalid Al-Qabbad on May 2, 2017 19:33:09 GMT -6
Frigid climates? Far more like it. Opposed to the sweltering heats of Nabata. His skin had tanned, but his body had not ever fully acclimated to the heat like some would've. He was able to endure it without complaint and he could find comfort still despite it. However a small part of him would always find relief in the cold. When wind nipped at the flesh and rustled the hair upon frigid currents that coated the flora in a crystalline layer. When his breath was visible and the electric current washed over him as his heated body was exposed to winter gales.
Heavy foot-falls of a bare nature thumped with muffled impacts as Jalid turned the corner of a nameless street(to him at-least) within one of countless towns he knew not. Ilia was not as he recalled, and by most standards he had a fairly decent memory. All of this was newly built. Then again, humans had always been good at that. Dragon's took quite literally forever to do most things. Just enacting even simple change could take lifetimes. The male was currently digging into a mostly bare leg of mutton as he strode. Voraciously cleansing the bone he gripped it by of all meat and skin, at-least to fill his gullet long enough to make it till his next meal. Armored gauntlet's around either hand clattering slightly when his hands rose and fell idly in stride.
Muffled blows caught his attention. Gaze ascended, and a frown reached the grizzled male's expression. Near the end of the turn he'd rounded were two men setting upon another. Now, he knew situations could be puzzling or perplexing from an outside perspective. Certainly it was on this man to stand up for himself. However it was also in poor sport to bludgeon upon another so violently without chance to rise. Had he asked them too? Were they simply sparing? No, he thought not. At-least, if they were it was no sparing he'd ever recognized.
The true problem though, and the one that dictated his actions? These men stood in his path. That was an issue. Jalid's left fist balled into a knuckle and crashed into his open right palm as he began to stride with heavier emphasize. How silly it might've seemed to most. Going around such an altercation would prove the easy path. However Jalid's entire belief rested on the assertion that opposition before you, was meant to be there. It was there so that you could climb over it. Though the injured male seemed unable, this opposition was now in his way. He would not flinch away, but face it unyielding, like iron. The Ilian Dragon took a longer stride as he tightened the pressure pressing his knuckles into his palm. Joints in both his large digits and his shoulders audibly popping and rippling as they cracked into alignment, his booming tone bursting through that narrow place.
"Excuse me. It appears, that your fight is blocking my path. I would ask you to move. Promptly."
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Sigma
Thief
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Post by Sigma on May 4, 2017 23:04:32 GMT -6
Ow. That was pretty much the only thing going through Sigma's mind at the moment while the two men kept kicking him while he was down. As he tried getting up, one of the two men would come in and kick his arm away to make him fall again. The alcohol had pretty much worn off so he was feeling every bit of those kicks, and those mercenaries weren't kidding. At least they weren't going to pull out their axes at least, so Sigma could be thankful for that small thing.
He was happy however, to see what looked like a grizzled fighter walking down towards them. The way he adressed them also made him look very strong in general. Sigma saw the two of them stop for a bit, though he wasn't sure whether it meant they were scared or simply surprised. However the way one of the two spoke at him cleared things up:
"Get out of here unless you wanna end up the same as this cheater." He then came crashing down with his foot onto Sigma's skull which caught the poor thief by surprise as he even let out a surprised scream. "This is private business so you better let us finish up before you start acting all high and mighty with us, capiche? the second then said, before walking over to the tall and buff looking man, cracking his knuckles as a response to the monk's earlier knuckle cracking. Getting a bit closer, he shouted to him: "How about you just turn around and go do that martial art crap somewhere else eh? We don't have time to deal with your self-entitled demands.
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Post by Jalid Al-Qabbad on May 8, 2017 18:00:08 GMT -6
Jalid's limbs slowly cocked back. Shoulders turning in their sockets as he stretched them outwards with elbows protruding out past his shoulder blades. The large Ilian dragon's entire body ran taut for a moment. Muscles flexing as a faint audible series of rippling pops ran the length of his elbows, shoulders, neck, and spine. He rolled his neck to the left, and then the right before smashing his right fist into his left palm once more. Thoughts echoing in his mind for a moment.
So they want to be moved. Excellent.
He did not adjust into a stance. However Jalid instantly stomped forwards as the man's closer distance made him within that delicious range of optimum punching. Pivoting on his pelvis a bit at a side angle, he inhaled in a swift motion while cocking his fist backwards. His right foot had meatily slapped the ground when he stomped, before Jalid exhaled ferociously. His fist balling as he thrust his arm forward, the entirety of his weight and force behind the strike.
"RAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!"
He aimed the strike for the man's upper chest cavity. Designed to obliterate the structure that connected the rib-cage and completely wind a foe. A simple strong gesture. However his foes were two fold. With his punch carrying his momentum he pivoted on the ball of his right foot where he'd shifted most of his weight. Advancing forwards and to the side he rooted his left foot after sliding it forwards and shifted into a spinning round-house kick designed to catch the second thug in the ribs and catch him between a powerful kick and the wall, the flat of his foot and shin carrying most of the force of his weight and muscled exertion.
Though he held distaste for how they treated the young man, his primary surge of aggression was at their refusal to acquiesce his request.
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Sigma
Thief
Does anybody care about intelligence work anymore?
Posts: 151
Profession: Spy/Information Broker
Affinity: Anima
Profile: Sigma
OoC Alias: Sigma
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Post by Sigma on May 8, 2017 21:59:26 GMT -6
As the man started cracking every possible joint the human body could crack, an ominous ambiance filled the alleyway. The two probably didn't realise what Sigma had, but that man was no joke. Sigma was pretty good at reading people, at that face was one of pure determination, absolutely no fear. The subsequent pounding the closer mercenary received was a clear indicator of this. As Sigma got back up despite the fact his EVERYTHING was throbbing with pain, he was able to stand up and take a deep breath as the other man was being squished in between the mystery pugilist's leg and the tavern's hard brick wall. Who was that man!?! The way he fought looked as if a demon had given him ultimate strength! Sigma had definitly never seen somebody fight so well unarmed in Edessa or anywhere in fact... However he was a bit worried to see the first guy start pulling out his axe despite him still breathing and panting heavily. Guess he wasn't going to let his honor be sullied by an unarmed opponent. But it really was foolish to try and fight with weapons in a town. Sigma decided to try and help the pugilist and finish things beofre any guards cuaght wind of what was happening. Getting a hold of himself, he decided to ignore the pain for a bit longer before trying to rest.
While the man was focused on trying to catch the mystery fighter by surprise, he didn't see Sigma run up to him and jump with his two legs raisedas he gave him a double jumping kick, his left foot hitting his upper shoulder and his right striking the hand which was enough to make him drop his axe which was then followed with Sigma kicking it out of his reach.
"Why you little prick! You're gonna pay for this!
As he tried to give a left hook, Sigma was able to duck under it easily enough by squatting down but the knee followed and was able to catch him off surprise as Sigma once again was dazed. Taking a few steps back, he tried to get his head in working order while raising his guard.
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