nexus_crossings | We're all gonna get in a fight! [EVENT: FITE NITE][Warning: Violence and Blood]

We're all gonna get in a fight! [EVENT: FITE NITE][Warning: Violence and Blood]

People have been disappearing in the Nexus.

Going missing from work, from their homes, from the Plaza.

Locals are staying in their homes, shutting their doors. Even the more shut-in of Nexus goers will be able to tell that something is amiss around here. The Plaza is strangely sparse as far as foot traffic; many of the shops downtown are closing early.

Word is spreading in the Industrial District of an anomaly in the anti-violence field. Easy money for betting in cage fighting. Less easy money but larger amounts for competing in said cage matches. One on one, matches with and without weapons. Rounds go until someone surrenders, is knocked out, or dies. Who would set up such a thing? It's becoming very popular and many a coin is being generated. Are so many people really signing up for this?

Some are. Others are captured and drugged, thrown into the ring against their will with the ultimatum: Fight and get free, or die.

What do you do?

Are you looking to bet your wages? Sign up for a chance at riches? Are you one of the unwilling laying in a dark room?

Or.

Are you going to stand for this if not?

((Please view this OOC post to chat with other players before you jump into a fight! All fights must be agreed upon by participants ahead of time for severity of injuries. Outcomes can be agreed upon or will be decided by a coinflip by myself. Please do not come into this expecting to clean sweep someone without sustaining injuries unless you and your fight partner have agreed ahead of time that would be hilarious. If there are questins, concerns, or complaints PM me. TL:DR Have fun and don't be a dick!))

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As she rolls away to get to her feet, his foot connects with the previously untouched side of her rib cage. She curses as she gets back to her feet, but she doesn't leave him any time to think before she's on him again. Without having reach on him, she has to invade his space as much as possible as she throws blow after blow at his face, his sides, and, when she's able to move around behind him, toward his kidneys. Each blow is followed by a feint back or to the side in an effort to keep moving and keep out of his reach.

She only hopes his endurance gives out before her knuckles do. Dreams, it's been far too long since she was in a fist fight like this.

He blocks what he can, but some of those blows inevitably slip through his defense; without enough magicka -or enough time- to cast Oakflesh, that's a more painful prospect this go-round. Still, he doesn't give much outward reaction to the pain, just returns the punches with interest. When she manages to get behind him, he drops, turning as he does and trying for another sweep kick.

The drop was an expected move, but her jump to dodge being hit in the ankles is unsteady at best. His being low, however, does create an opportunity she didn't expect. Once her feet hit the ground again, she drops to one knee and tries for a grab of her own. She slides around one to one side of him, tearing through the fabric of her pants at the knee as she tries to get an arm around his neck. The hope is to grab him hard enough to cut off his ability to breathe and take him down that way. Even if it's not enough right away, it should buy her enough time to figure something else out.

And he couldn't reel his leg back in quite fast enough to avoid that, but he's not going to make it easy for her to maintain whatever hold she manages to get - he lashes out with the arm closer to her, jabbing an elbow into the nearest part of her he can reach. He'll more than likely be sorry later, but in the moment can't bring himself to care; the longer this fight goes on, the more old street-brawling instincts start to swim to the surface.

Street-brawling is one of Amelia's specialties, which is why the elbow to the ribs doesn't seem to bother her, despite the loud groan of pain. It'll leave a nasty bruise, but it's worth it for her freedom. Her grip on his neck stays tight, though there's a lot of shifting as she tries to fend off any future blows. Plenty of time and space to breathe if he's able to pay enough attention while trying to throw her off.

And he is paying attention, even as he struggles to slip that hold. But he's hampered by his desire not to deal any truly severe damage, and also by the fact that he's not coming into this fight fresh and she is. He throws himself backward, trying to use his greater weight to bear her to the ground, and jabbing an elbow into her stomach as he goes.

The sudden push against her catches her by surprise and she's forced to concede this part of the bout to him. She turns her face so she doesn't fall onto her hair pin and lands hard on her back with a loud curse as she exhales all the breath in her lungs. The rocks of the arena floor scratch at her face, but the real problem is that she has to release him. With the wind knocked out of her, she can't even push him off right away to get back up. She struggles uselessly, but she gets the sense she's going to have to resort to desperate measures shortly.

He rolls clear once he's released and heaves himself back to his feet - it takes more effort than he'd like, and it takes him another few moments to get his own breath back, let alone muster up the strength for any kind of follow-up attack. That's probably going to cost him, but it can't be helped; he's almost as exhausted physically as he is magically, at this point.

Once he's off of her, she pushes herself to her feet in spite of the pain and resistance of her body. She can't stop. Not now. He's exhausted and that gives her the upper-hand. And she's done letting him have any ground in this fight.

Despite the fact that they're both still recovering, she comes at him low and fast. She throws a hard jab low from the right toward his chest while simultaneously pulling her hair pin from her hair with her left, causing her braids to fall and slowly work themselves out with her movements. When the blow is blocked - or connects, if that's possible given how easily avoidable such an obvious swing is - she swings low with her left hand drives the hair pin into his left thigh. The make shift blade is only the size of a large, two inch needle, so it won't do much damage, but it will hurt.

And when he's distracted, she's going for another try for his throat. If she can get on his back, get an arm around his neck, maybe she can end this...

The first, telegraphed blow is indeed blocked, and then comes that stab. He's had worse -far worse, but it's still painful; more than that, though, it's surprising, goading him into trying to back away.

While that means the pin slides right back out, it causes another twinge as it does so that distracts him yet again from whatever else she might be doing. When she rushes him again, he manages to grit out a "Fus," but the effort staggers him worse than it probably does her. He's not going to make the mistake of showing her his back, he isn't that far gone.

But then, he's worn down enough that she probably doesn't need him to.

As she withdraws the hair pin from his leg, she's knocked back a short distance from his shout. But it's not enough to knock her off her feet or keep her away for long. With an opening this easy, she doesn't hesitate before taking it.

She rushes in and hits the ground at the last moment, sliding between his legs and grabbing at his ankles at an attempt to force him down. If he lands hard enough to knock him out of the fight, perfect. If not? No problem. Once she's out from under him she turns, ready to climb on his back and get that hold she was hoping for.

He indeed go down, though not hard enough to knock him out. He's winded, though, and despite his best efforts can't scramble up onto even hands and knees fast enough to keep her from getting onto his back and going for another chokehold.

Stubborn as he can be, he does know when to quit - and this seems like the moment. He's exhausted, and if he tries to keep fighting he's more likely to collapse right here in the arena. She wins either way, but at least surrendering lets him keep a little of his dignity.

"The fight is yours," he calls, as clearly as he can given the chokehold.

She holds him a moment longer than is necessary before letting go and getting to her feet. Her breath is ragged and shallow as she holds her left hand aloft, her hair pin still clutched tightly in her hand.

"The match is mine!" Despite her disheveled state, her knotted hair, and torn clothes, her voice is clear and her eyes are full of fire.

They better keep their end of the bargain or someone is going to end up dead over this.

Even once he's turned loose, he doesn't move immediately. He needs a moment to get his breath back - and once that moment passes there's a succubus maid leading him off to have his wounds (such as they are) treated.

It shouldn't, he thinks, be too difficult to slip away after they've finished with him and get to his real business here. Tracking down those who've gone missing and who, he suspects, are being forced to fight in these matches.

As for his erstwhile opponent... well, whatever she was fighting for that desperately, he hopes she gets it.

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