Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
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Post by Awamori on Oct 3, 2017 21:58:55 GMT -5
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His once relaxing stroll through one of the parks in West City resulted in an Alien life form challenging him, and another Human, to a "friendly" spar. The other Human had declined, Awamori however was not one to just allow some off worlder to make a fool of his home planet so he accepted. It was a rare thing for Awamori to do, in truth. He only trained and fought to kill in war time scenarios, as per his military training. Perhaps he'd be able to swiftly remove this alien from his beloved planet in the process, though with the borders open and the Namekian not posing any real threat he'd be in more trouble than he would like, and would he even be able to best the being?
In any case, wandering into the park there was a corner of it with a decent sized, rectangular "ring" of sorts, slightly elevated. It was concrete tiled, grey in color, with a white border going all around it. The older Human male removed his suit jacket, walking over to an open bench to as he neatly folded it, placing it down. "I think this will be sufficient enough for us, don't you? Rules will be simple." He had turned back towards the ring, either end had a small set of steps for each opponent to walk up on their own sides. His dress shirt sleeves were unbuttoned, slowly being rolled up to about his forearms. He was not dressed to fight, those shiny black shoes and expensive pants and shirt told that story, though he'd give it his best shot. "Consider it sumo style for the most part. If any body part touches that white line you lose. If you give up, you lose" He had pointed a finger, motioning all around the ring at said white line as he explained. "No weapons, no killing. I think that about covers it."
He'd wait for Ukule to get up on his side, stretching his arms a bit and rolling his neck about. "Should be easy enough to understand, yes? Nothing else I need to explain, I'm assuming. Do you accept these terms, Namekian?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2017 14:17:51 GMT -5
Arms still folded behind his back and distributing a strange kind of patience, the Namekian followed Awamori closely until they reached the arena. He would inspect the Earthling closely as he removed his jacket. His previous fights on this planet had taught him to understand that Earthlings came from many different walks of life; just as he had fought one that upheld honor and fair combat, he'd also had more than one scrap involving strange ki techniques he had to try and dodge with sand having been hurled in his eyes. If Awamori had suddenly decided to attack, he would remain aware and on guard. However, something told him that wasn't the kind of man he was about to spar with. He found himself wondering where the other Earthling had scurried off to. A warrior should take every opportunity to polish their skills, and Ukule found it the strangest thing that Awamori's acquaintance had decided to decline the bout, especially with this tournament of theirs coming up. Stepping up and onto the arena at last, he would walk to the opposite of Awamori's location while he listened to his explanation of what the ring was for. Was he really planning to fight in that? Ukule was almost always wearing a gi of some kind, even as underclothes for just such an occasion. The Earthling's garments looked like they hugged tightly with all those buttons, likely to restrict his movement. To each his own, though; once the bout started, that was his problem. He would casually glance over his shoulder at the white line being mentioned. Back home, they had something similar. A raised platform surrounded by a deep circular pit. It was mostly a combat trial to stress the importance of flight to their fighters, as it could take hours to remove yourself from the pit otherwise. The other rules were simple. No weapons, and no killing. Ukule wasn't armed, and if he was here to kill anyone he likely already would have done so. ''I accept your terms, Earthling. Modest as you seem, i'm looking forward to this bout.''As he postured up in his Mazoku martial arts stance once more, he'd hold off on any display of energy for now until he could witness if Awamori was capable of something similar. He would watch him closely, keeping an eye on his lower body to try and better gauge his movements. [3d20 -- 0 EXP -- 100 PL]
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
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Post by Awamori on Oct 14, 2017 11:26:34 GMT -5
Modest was a fair way to describe him, when in comparison to Ukule or any other alien invader in the Universe. He was simply a human, through and through. He set himself up in a simple, combat posture. Legs spread shoulder length apart, right arm pointed out with a balled up fist, left arm tucked to his side firmly. A slight wind blew. Who would make the first strike?
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Oct 14, 2017 11:31:53 GMT -5
And the answer was Awamori. He wasn't going to allow the Namekian to get an upper hand on him, knowing that his kind were capable fighters as well mystics of sorts, superior users of that "ki" energy. What he could do was simple, and that was make sure he defended himself rather than go on the offensive. A deep breath was taken, posturing himself properly still before exploding forward.
His feet were covered in dress shoes, his battle attire was an expensive suit, sans the suit jacket that rested on the bench nearby. The tapping of his soles on the concrete ground would do nothing to hide his charge forward, closing in on the Namekian he'd let his right fist fly forward an in attempt to send his palm directly past the Namekian's defenses, and under his chin. He was sure this creature outclassed him in raw power, and likely any other physical statistic under the sun, so he had to attempt to end this as swiftly as possible.
It was plain and simple, Humans were not built like these other beings. And the scary part was that Awamori knew that the Namekians were the least of anyone's worries, as dangerously powerful as they could be.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2017 1:49:38 GMT -5
Watching as the Earthling took on a fighting posture, the war-born Namekian couldn't help but notice it actually looked somewhat feasible. He'd seen several since he'd gotten here; what they called Boxing, however was the most prevalent one. It seemed to have several off-shoots but were mostly the same, focusing on upper body strength with quick footwork to deliver punishing punches. In Ukule's own discipline, punches were merely a piece of a remarkable method of combat. He'd dismantled most of these weaklings one after another, remaining unimpressed and at times wondering why he'd even given this place a second thought in the task of honing his skills and increasing his prowess. Awamori's charge betrayed that weak Earthling discipline very quickly. He hadn't expected such boldness from a species he'd considered so fragile. Slightly impressed but believing his own speed and reflexes would prove superior to mount his defense, the Namekian's arms would slowly move upward before snapping into a guard. As his eyes widened, Awamori's palm slipping straight through the gap, he realized he'd been wrong. The Earthling's palm had cleanly slipped through his guard, and before the blow even connected Ukule had found himself wondering exactly what walk of life this human had come from. The impact offered a harsh but welcome invitation to their bout, snapping his head upward and away from the site of impact. A glob of spit loosed from the Mazoku's jaws, but the feeling of pain served him well. Had he finally met someone worth fighting on this planet of weaklings? From this one strike, he was infected with a burning desire to learn more through this bout of combat. Stumbling backward and quickly remembering the ring-out rule in place, Ukule's heel stopped just short of the border in his stumble. Sneering, he'd posture himself and then begin his own assault. Charging forward to repair the broken distance, the Mazoku would leap upward toward Awamori, letting his elbow lash out in a downward strike with his falling momentum. He'd aim it toward Awamori's head to open his assault, following it after his landing with a turning elbow strike with the other arm. He'd finish his combination with a powerful thrust kick from his back leg, attempting to force this Earthling back toward the center of the ring and rock the wind from his lungs in one focused blow!
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Oct 19, 2017 11:40:01 GMT -5
He figured the Namekian would not be so easily defeated, but his first strike hit hard and true against Ukule's green chin. The warrior was staggered but quickly regained his footing, seemingly ready to go on the offensive against Awamori almost instantly. Perhaps that would be the best shot the Human would get in, obviously underestimated here by his opponent from the get go. He would make sure he battled as hard as he could, though, the ferocity right off the bat from his Namekian was a great reminder of everything he was opposed to about this World Tournament and open borders ruling from King Tsuno. He definitely needed to get his way into space and meet his special "contact" as soon as possible.
He'd shift his own stance as Ukule rushed, seeing that first elbow strike coming in and deflecting it somewhat with his palm so it would not strike true to his skull. Instead, his left palm took the brunt of it, stinging harshly though and almost completely numb. The other elbow hit Awamori pretty flush, though, sending off his own wad of spit to the side as he was hit before a firm kick was planted to his sternum, sending the ex-military man backwards at a quick pace. Those expensive shoes would soon be ruined, but his planted his feet firmly against that cement tiled ground, halting his reverse path as quickly as possible before ending up on the bordering line that would get Ukule a quick ring out win. A thumb came up to wipe at the slight scratch left on his face from the swinging elbow.
"Not bad. What I'd expect from a Namekian. Truly a formidable warrior indeed." He'd almost sneer after, regaining his composure once more before meeting the Namekian within striking range again, careful for where to place his hits. He looked to break up his guard once more, his right arm shooting out as if his palm would come towards his face again, however the strike ending up swinging down and hitting nothing. A diversion of sorts. Awamori instead shifted his hips, swinging his right leg out in a swinging kick aimed at the side of the Namekian's head in an attempt to rattle his brains some. He was going to take his time in breaking the Namekian down, who was obviously a bit more on the defensive now. He was sure a quick ring out situation was completely out the window for him now.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2017 21:09:14 GMT -5
Ukule launched his ferocious assault, and while he had at first been convinced this man was very much ordinary, he found himself quickly changing his opinion. He struck out with his first elbow, surprised as the Earthling managed to deflect it and save himself some more serious damage. This particular Earthling was certainly interesting; he'd claimed he was no fighter, but it was more than clear he'd had plenty of experience doing so. Rather than waste time with questions for now, the Namekian decided instead to carry out the remainder of his attack. The second elbow connected cleanly for the most part, and the feeling of the impact against his striking limb brought the Mazoku a good measure of joy and satisfaction. His thrust kick landed against Awamori's sternum, pushing him backward just as intended. The Earthling dug his heels in, slowing his stumble and slide before Ukule could be awarded a ring out victory. Good; the Mazoku were never much for such victories, so the development suited him just fine. Awamori briefly admired the scratch left on his face using his thumb. Maybe now he was starting to realize what he'd gotten himself into? Maybe he would have had better luck urging that friend of his to stick around. Maybe the two of them together would have stood more of a chance. Cracking his neck a few times in response to the Earthling's words, Ukule would resume his fighting posture. ''I do have to admit; for claiming to not be much of a fighter, you're much more sport than most i've clashed with.'' Before he could say any more, Awamori closed back in to striking distance. Ukule fell for the human's clever diversion, but as soon as he saw Awamori's leg leaving the ground he was prepared for what was coming next. Advancing forward to throw off the kick's aim into his shoulder, he would absorb the blow and attempt a heavy punch across the Earthling's jaw. Afterward, he would swing a hard chop aimed at his ribs, then quickly extend the same arm to rocket forward for a hard punch to the gut.
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Awamori
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 72
Race: Human
Dice: 2d49
EXP: 3,800
Zeni: 4,085
HP: 490
SP: 768
Transformations:
Power UP!! (+d10)
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Post by Awamori on Nov 10, 2017 23:01:42 GMT -5
His kick hit, but seemed to do the most damage to the Namekian's shoulder over everything else. Regaining his stance, but only for a second, before Ukule's fist shot out, drilling the older male in the jaw, causing his head to snap back in an uncomfortable manner! His eyes pinched closed from the sudden rush of pain, he could feel and taste the blood welling up in his mouth. He had little time to get back into a defensive stance, feeling that chop clash against his rib cage, doubling him over and out of breath. When the same arm came to drill him in the gut, Awamori was finally able to give himself some defense, using both palms to absorb that heavy fist. Though it didn't hit his gut flush it caused his palms to nearly go numb from the pain, and pushed him far enough back that some impact was made to his midsection. However, once again the human would back track away from the Namekian, giving him some space.
Finally, he'd spit a wad of blood and saliva mixed together off to the side. It would land on the tiled ground in a splat. Awamori rolled his neck around, giving a grunt to loosen up the cobwebs, trying to block out the hurting Ukule was putting on him. "Surprising to hear that, Namekian. There are fighters much more capable than I am here. Gives me some hope that we'd be able to defend ourselves after all." If he was going to have any chance at all he needed to focus. This alien warrior was much stronger than he was, and he needed to assess things quickly and prepare for himself. He'd take his stance again, feeling his muscles tense up just a bit. Taking a deep breath, Awamori began to focus, his eyes remaining stuck on the green skinned being before him.
AWAMORI HP: 82/200 | GP: 5/6 Awamori is charging his next attack! -1 GP, dice will be 2d25 next round! @ukule
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Post by Retasu on Dec 24, 2017 17:11:46 GMT -5
Giving winning EXP here. Awamori+300 EXP +165 Zeni +581 SP NEW STATS: 2d34 300 EXP 1,500 PL 1,274 Zeni 340 HP 582 SP @ukule +300 EXP +150 Zeni +543 SP NEW STATS: 3d34 300 EXP 1,500 PL 500 Zeni 510 HP 2,157 SP Adding now.
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