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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
8/7/2016 9:40:54 PM
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[spoiler]Keep in mind that this character is unarmed and has very few skills in combat for now, so improvisation will be key for him. Take that as you will. [/spoiler]
[i]Of the group that stood tall in the Dojo, a single combatant approached the eleven that were all just standing around. Hell, the approaching man had thought they were mannequins for a brief moment, as he didn't think that any of them were even speaking. The figure was standing tall at six feet, but his body was slender and looked to be around one hundred pounds, which was the normal thing for his race, the Remyre. His glowing green eyes matched the tee shirt he bore across his chest and his blue-tinted skin went well with his navy blue jeans. The figure had a black snapback hat on his bald head which matched both the sneakers he wore and the watch around his left wrist. [/i]
"Yo, uh, I'm new here. Anyone up for a fight?"
[spoiler]Think an Asari with the build of Xcom's Tall Men, the bald head of Walter White and glowing green eyes. [/spoiler]
English
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"Oh a new guy!" [i]"I got dibs!"[/i] [u]"Why do you get dibs?"[/u] [b][i][u]"I'll fight him!" [/u][/i][/b] [b][u]"That's a good idea. Send Violet!" [/u][/b] [b][i][u]"Exactly!"[/u][/i][/b] [b]The woman approaches the man, eyeing him [/b] [b][i][u]"Hello. I Am Violet."[/u][/i][/b]
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[i]The slender and thin man looked over to Violet as he analyzed her, in a sense, before he finally spoke up. [/i]"I'm Jerven, pleasure to meet you."
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[b][i][u]"You as well. I would be happy to fight you." [/u][/i][/b]
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"Then let's do it." [i]The alien figure got into a ready stance with either fist in front of his face, with his right foot outwards while Jerven's left hand was by his chin. It seemed that Jerven was a southpaw in fighting, and based in the fact he was primarily on his toes, he seemed to utilize a boxing stance. [/i]
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[b][i][u]"Interesting indeed." [/u][/i][/b] [b]Violet doesn't make a move as the others sit in the stands [/b]
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[i]Jerven decided to swing first seeing as Violet wasn't really moving much, so he right fist was sent towards her face in a jabbing motion. If it hit her or not, he would retract his fist in an attempt to not give an opening for her to strike at. [/i]
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[b]Violet takes the punch, hitting her in the bottom of the jaw. Her lip is now bleeding [/b] [b][i][u]"That all you got?"[/u][/i][/b] [b]She says, grinning wickedly [/b]
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"Cut me some slack, I'm new to all this." [i]Jerven carried a truly honest tone as he spoke, seeing as he was fired from his job in a supermarket only days ago. The Remyre had taken up a job as a mercenary that same day and was hired to deliver a package, and so he decided to roam. Jerven threw another punch for her face this time, but swung a second time in order to bring his left fist to the left side of her jaw. His form wasn't professional however, more like a man who is training in boxing, and so he could have been quicker in his movements. [/i]
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Edited by Royal Blade: 8/7/2016 11:37:14 PM[b]Violet moves, avoiding it as she threw her own punch, which was incredibly professional, though her form was off. The punch was aimed for the side of his face [/b]
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[i]The hit caused Jerven to move his head to the side a bit as would happen to any person, though his face was still in relatively good condition. With a fist or a hammer, the bones of any Remyre were nearly unbreakable, so that would mean that one of Violet's fingers would be either broken, dislocated, or her hand would just hurt like hell. [/i]
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[b]Violet stepped back, shaking out her hand [/b] [b][i][u]"Conclusion- your power is Steel Bones. Very Rare."[/u][/i][/b]
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"Nah actually, I've just got incredibly dense bones, makes them stronger. And that's because of my race, you racist."
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[b][i][u]"Racist?!" [/u][/i][/b] [b]She seems suprised at the accusation[/b]
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[i]And during her moment of surprise, he went to jab her face with his right fist. [/i]"If you can't tell I'm not exactly a white human male, I'm a blue remyre male. Remyre have some dense ass bones, pretty well known thing. Therefore, your remark was pretty racist."
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[b]She easily dodged the attack stepping forward investigating him [/b] [b][i][u] I don't like you. "[/u][/i][/b]
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"Why, because I'm blue? Racist!" [i]Jerven had a small grin on his face, which had been hiding a laugh at Violet's expense. He wasn't actually thinking she was racist, he was just trying to get her pissed off enough to make mistakes, basically taunting her. Common thing on the streets with wannabe thugs and other fighters. [/i]
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[b][i][u]"Mostly."[/u][/i][/b] [b]She kicks at your kegs [/b]
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[i]Jerven's greatest advantage was definitely his agility, though he wasn't expecting Violet to do what she did by kicking his legs, rather he was anticipating a higher blow. And so he attempted to jump over her leg, but it connected with Jerven's ankles and sent him to the ground, his right shoulder slamming into the dirt below. [/i]
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"Oof." [b]She kneels down by him [/b] [b][i][u]Jerven let me ask you something. Is someone teaching you? [/u][/i][/b]
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"Nope. literally everything I learned was either from practicing on a bag or watching Rocky..." [i]The blue-skinned figure steadily rose to his feet once more and stretched his arms, waving his elbows in a circular motion beside him while his hands were by his shoulders. He also rolled his head and neck for a moment before his glowing emerald eyes met Violet's. [/i]
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[b]She stood, watching him closely [/b] [b][i][u]"I'd like to train you." [/u][/i][/b]
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"You sure you want to do that? I'm better in a fistfight than I am with any other things, you really want to attempt to train me?"
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[b][u][i]Yes."[/i][/u][/b]
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"Well when do we start then?"
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[b][i][u]"Whenever you wish."[/u][/i][/b]
