OOC: I am leaving this post open to anyone who wants to fight Temyc or if you don't want to, temyc can stop fighting for the eve, and get a drink. Up to whoever joins the thread. No limit on how many in the thread. Tessera 81382 Bhim was quiet this evening. A few drunks stumbled around in the streets, prostitutes walked the streets for money, and dealers tried to exchange a few hands of new and exciting drugs. The streets tended to get quiet like this from time to time, and usually only, when a good fight was on. These fights promise blood, anger, and pain. They brought all that, plus some pieces of broken skull here and there. In the basement of one of Bhim’s larger bars, the blood sport was being egged on in a passion of fury and lust. Fan’s cheered, betters grimaced as their fighter took a punch, and mobsters kept a watchful eye for any possibly rule breaking in their turf, It was a busy night for sure; Mostly because Temyc returned to fight. Temyc would wander from place to place, trying to make money in any town’s local blood pit, then after gaining a decent handful of cash, he would wander off. He would turn down regular jobs, or bodyguard jobs that would pay him better then a fighters wage too. He would just, disappear after a night of fighting. There would be some nights where he would win, and some nights where he would be dragged out of the ring in a pool of his own blood. People began to wonder if he had died in some other towns ring, but as soon as the rumor spread, he would come back. Sure, he wasn’t the best fighter, but he was very popular; for he did win often. There were rumors on why he would disappear, but none were confirmed. There was one about him being a killer outside of the ring; back in the days when he was at school, and that’s why he would disappear. Or that was he was a junkie and would end up in coma’s after taking a large dose of some odd drugs, or that he just simply only fought once every few weeks to get some extra cash for rent pay, or something he wanted. Temyc had already downed 2 opponents tonight, his third standing before him with a bloody nose, and a dislocated shoulder, hanging limply off the Arden’s body. Temyc stood firmly, ready for another attack from the unnamed Arden. He had sustained some minor bruises, cuts, and wounds from his previous opponents, but this one has yet to touch him. Temyc smirked, his long tail flicking, ready to strike. The Arden made a move, and as quickly as he had charged, he was on the ground, out cold. Blood began to pool around the Arden. Temyc silently returned to his corner in the caged ring, as the bar’s staff went in and dragged the Arden out by his feet, taking him to the rings little infirmary. The pits manager stepped into the ring and looked out into the crowd who both cheered and booed Temyc. “Now who in this crowd would like to try to claim Temyc’s fame from him tonight? It may be hard; he seems to be in a winning mood. “ The manager didn’t care who would enter, he just hoped the bets would get bigger, thus resulting in making his wallet bigger in return.
Fautal was now in the Black Market half hoping to find his nemesis Xavius around the next corner. He was still somewhat in the mood to find that arden. He had learned that Xavius was seen in this area of the world sometimes. Fautal chuckled to himself as he walked slowly down the street. This seemed to be an appropriate place that such an arden would be sulking around. No matter what, Fautal had to keep his guard up in the Black Market so that a random passerby didn't jump him and steal all his money, or another that would maybe take him and do who knows what to him. All he knew is that places like these thrived off of the suffering of others. There were druggies, gang lords, prostitututes, most everything in this place made him disgusted. After awhile Fautal felt a little in the mood for a drink. He didn't drink very often, in fact he rarely drank at all. He just felt that he wouldn't be able to find what he wanted here and he needed a place to let loose a little. He wandered down the road and went into the nearest bar and ordered a drink. Fautal didn't care about the rediculous price that was put on it, he sipped his drink. Fautal felt that he fit in rather well, concidering the fact that he did practice Darkness lore. The crowd inside pretty much left him alone. No one knew about the life that Fautal led, nor did he think they cared. He sipped more of his drink and heard a loud ruckuss coming from the lower part of the bar. Fautal got up and paid the bartender and went down into what he saw was a fighting ring. He went in and took a seat and watched. He saw two ardens in the ring. After a brief pause the arden with a bloodied nose made a move against the other one. As soon as the bloodied arden flinched the other was able to dispatch him with no apparent effort. Fautal chuckled to himself as he watched, apparently there were no rules in these fights as was expected by him. The crowd then went into a frenzy and Fautal heard from the pits manager, "Now who in this crowd would like to try to claim TemycÂ’s fame from him tonight? It may be hard; he seems to be in a winning mood.". When no one got up to challenge him Fautal, half not knowing what he was doing, got up and went towards the ring. There was a great ammount of cheering behind him as he went. The pits manager said, "Are you willing to fight this arden?" Fautal then nodded and got up into the ring and took off his shirt showing his many scars. He didn't want to get blood on it. He then examined his opponant.
ooc: sorry that took so long, i didnt get a chance to get to the library. -_- Temyc sized up his oppenent cautiously. He didn't want to over or underestimate this Arden. Last time he had underestimated his oppenent, he ended up with the multiple scratch scars running down his eye lids and onto his cheek. He really did hate fighting that little thill. He normally did not fight women unless they really pissed him off out of the ring, and that one would just not shut up. He eyed the scars upon the Arden's torso, wondering if they where either from fights, or a sad and now distant past from childhood. Possibly even recent, those scars might have possibly recently healed over. He would most likley never know, and he was unsure if he wanted to. Such things haunted him about childhoods, no child should ever be beaten. The pit manager walked to Fautal and began to tell him the rules. Basically all they where were No Weapons, and the fight will go ask long as it does. Either by Knock Out, Submission, or Death. He also briefly mentioned prize money that would go to the victor of each fight. And if Fautal would win, he would end up with a decent wad of cash due to that most likley a lot of 'dragons would bet for temyc to win, since he is barely taken a hit all night.The Pit Manager then walked away, not even giving Fautal any time for questions, it was that blunt. Soon the bell rang, annoucing the fight had began. Temyc readied himself in a low stance, his right leg spread forward, and his positioned more behind him, but not as far, holding most of his weight. His arms where in a neutral position, ready to strike out or defend. He never was truley into being the first one to strike against 'dragons he didn't know. It could be a very short fight if he did, and he would end up waking in a makeshift infirmary again. He did not want that.....
Fautal circled his opponent trying to create some sort of strategy to defeat him. He took a stance to ready himself if his opponent, Temyc as he had learned, decided to attack first. Fautal decided that he'd make the first move to try and gauge Temyc's ability. Fautal ran forward and then lowered himself towards the ground and sweeped his leg in a wide arc along the ground to try and knock Temyc onto the ground. Fautal made sure to at least keep some of his guard up to make sure he wasn't knocked out within the first minutes of the match.
Fautal had taken the bait.... The sweeping kick hit Temyc's leg with a crushing blow, but since he wasn't basing his weight on that front limb, the leg quickly recovered into a step and into a turn. He turned fast and hard, his tail outstretched to try knock his oppenent down. His tail flame was not emiting heat, he did not want to burn this arden. It would wrong of him to do so. ooc: best i could come up with, without making it to much for you to all respond to at once. :/
Fautal did get hit with his opponants tail. He flinched off the pain and then quickly grabbed Temyc's tail and pulled him hard onto the ground. Fautal quickly got up to see what his opponant would do next.
Temyc hit the ground with a large thud, head first. The crowd gasped in shock, as the entire cage shook. He got back up just as quickly, and cordinated as he could. His vison blurred for a brief second from the pain throbbing in his head from the hard landing. Temyc mumbled to himself as he wiped some trickling blood from his lip, he cut his gums which stung lightly in his mouth, leaving an unpleasant taste. But he has tasted this before, and he has indeed tasted worse. He quickly got over it. He readied himself once more, taking the same position as when he started, but he attacked this time. Starting with a quick jab towards Fautals torso, to surprise and possibly briefly stun the arden. Then a round-house kick to bring him back down to the ground.
Fautal was ready for the first blow that came. He was able to block the jab to his abdomen and grabbed the arm of his opponant only before a round house kick was delivered to him. Fautal was hit and he went down towards the floor of the arena again. He then briefly shrugged off the pain that was going through him. Fautal thought, This one is more skilled than I originally thought. I'd better not play around any more. Fautal then got up and prepared to deal a series of blows to Temyc. He then used his dark magic to bind Temyc's hands together behind him. This should prove interesting. If he has any real ability then he'd be able to fight rather well with only his legs. After that Fautal ran forward and started to rain blows to Temyc's chest and face.
Temyc was not prepared for the magic, which bound his hands together suddenly as he moved to block the attacks coming for him. He was able to block the first, and then two more came hard to his solid chest, knocking him back a bit. He looked at his wrists which almost looked fine, except they couldnt move. "Damn Magic..." He was never gifted with magic...but he was gifted with something else in his family. When Fautal came at him again, he lifted his leg up in a straight out kick. This was done to push the arden back, and then his tail flame ignighted in high heat, slaming on the ground before Fautal and fire rose, quickly at the arden.
OOC: Sorry for the wait Leech. I had one of those brain dead moments. IC: This could get interesting, Fautal thought. He was indeed intimidated a little by the flames that had appeared before him. He hoped that the flames followed the same laws that real fires do instead of directly using it's fuel from fronima. He decided to take a chance at it. Fautal then cast a spell that would hopefully smother the fire. If it didn't work, he'd have to improvise.
The fire died down for a bit, but then sprung back to life with much force as though it was leaping at Fautal, trying to burn him. But then it vanished, and there was Temyc, rushing at the arden into a strong, forward kick to the chest then a sweep at his feet with his long, powerful tail. His tail flame burning bright, and hot.
Fautal was impressed with his opponent. Obviously Temyc could have the fire use other fuel than oxygen. Fautal was taken away from his thoughts when he saw Temyc come at him intending to land a blow onto his chest. Fautal tried to act fast enough but didn't react in time. The kick landed squarely on his chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending him backward not before Temyc's tail knocked him off his feet. He was then on the ground Fautal was having a slight difficulty breathing. Fautal was in pain, though this wasn't the worst pain he'd experienced. He got up slowly and then rushed his opponent, using the element of surprise to his advantage.
Temyc was not prepared in full for the rush that the arden had commence upon him. He was knocked back with much force into the chain-link walls behind him, grunting with discomfort. But as his neck snapped back a golden locket shot out of under his tattered, black, sleeveless undershirt and broke from his neck. He immediately panicked. He dropped to the ground, trying to catch it, but it fell out of the cage and onto the floor. His eyes where fixed at the floor, with much sadness and strife. "No!" he cried out, as the locket disappeared underneath the feet of the crowd who did not even notice the items fall.
As Fautal rushed Temyc he furiously kicked and punched at his opponant, delivering blows that would hopefully result in a K.O., as he was doing this he noticed a golden glint come off of Temyc. He paused for a moment as he heard Temyc cry out for it. Fautal stopped and saw the obvious sadness the went over Temyc's face. Fautal had pity for him and said, "Did you lose something important? If you wish I will help you find it, I am by no means heartless."
Temyc nodded slowly, with a little grief in his eyes. "Please...its all I have left of her..." He would end up not getting as much prize money as he needed for the ride to Aurius, but it would get him closer. Standing with a little bit of pain he moved to the pit manager and told him he submits to Fautal and he walked out of the ring. There were boo's and some upset people in the crowd, but there were some who weren't so upset for they would end up getting a prize for betting Fautal. He moved to where he though he last saw the locket and began to crawl around for it as the crowd dispersed with grumbles and moans.
Fautal then went out and started to scour the ground for whatever Temyc lost. It then ocurred to him that he didn't know what he was looking for. He went over to Temyc, while at the same time trying to dodge the few that came over to congratulate him, and asked, "I'm sorry but I need to ask before I search any further. What am I supposed to look for? That way I can get what you need."
Temyc stood up, with a frown. "I'm sorry about not telling you what it is.....this locket means very much to me..." he eyed the floor as he spoke, hoping to spot it. "It is a gold locket that is shaped like a diamond...and within it, is a picture of me and an infant thill." He wiped his bleeding lips, and sighed. "I am sorry I cut our fight short...its possible the manager would have paid you more if you K.O.'d me....the crowd loves K.O.'s."
"It's ok, let's just concentrating on getting it back to you," Fautal said. He then proceeded to scour the ground for it. He really hoped that some theif didn't decide to pick it up. That would indeed complicate things a bit, and he didn't want to go on a chase around the Black Market because of the trouble that could possibly be casued by doing so.
