Post by The Librarian on Jul 9, 2016 16:16:16 GMT -7
Combat style: Melee
19:57:31 Jessica: tap, tap, tap, slender feet touched down on the forest path spreading leaves and dust before them as black knee high boots parted the debris before the figure. She walked slowly through the trees, heading unerringly for a destination she already knew to be before her, another person in this place. Her figure was slight, weighing perhaps 130 at the most, but her muscles looked toned beneath her leather pants and black strapped top. She had the look of a stalking cat to her, the look or a predator ready for a fight.
20:03:24 Han approached as well, having gotten the invitation for this bout. An interesting proposal from the unknown, the lithesome woman stood before him perhaps deceiving any perception of who may've stepped up to him. Mental images shattered, he chose not to underestimate her. Instead, he approached with caution. His eyes trail her figure carefully looking for features to distinguish her by, any scars or markings. Nothing. Perhaps the incognito woman was serving an obscure purpose, working for someone or investigating. Pushing these thoughts away as if he'd brooded upon them too long, his thoughts had swiftly vanished into the realm of forgetfulness which they hid. They were probably roaming somewhere subconciously. He unbuttons his jacket, tossing it aside as the paper-esque material of the shirt was thin against his frame. His left slid forward, right foot pivoting and his right fist stood upright in proximity to his solar plexus. His left danged before the leading thigh of the left leg, his eyes focused as the<C>.
20:03:58 Han innumerable thoughts that once dominated his psyche were assimilated underneath a meditative like state. Eyes glazed over with concentration, he stood with the prowess of a champion.
20:09:44 Jessica: would incline her hear slightly to Han as he prepared, violet hair dropping just in front of her sapphire eyes. “I guess that's enough introduction than.” She stopped about ten feet away from the man and took up her own stance, left foot forward and knee bent, her right leg half back and slightly cocked. Her left torso slightly turned toward her right hip but her hands paired before her, palms toward one another at shin level and elbows by her stomach. “Shall we then?”
20:13:07 Han silenced himself for a long moment, allowing it to deteriorate under the compression of this...enigma. Was this all she had to say for herself? No reason why? It was irrelevant, Han tightened his fists allowing destiny to guide the course of battle. It was all irrelevant now, only the present influenced his current thought. He speaks, "Let us begin." He inches forward, bobbing and weaving with every sidestep. His path seemed so lengthened, so extended; the steps were like walking into a looped path. As if she were doomed to stand there for an eternity, however when reality kicked in he found himself adjacent to her. A few feet away, he sidesteps debating on whether to go in or not. Soon he shoot forward, a left foot snapping out a roundhouse for her shin to begin the battle.
20:24:35 Jessica: waited patiently as the man got into his motions. As for herself, she seemed to be keeping contracted at the moment, closer to the core. As Han's left foot came across for her leading shin, she would stutter step back just a few inches letting that kick pass painfully close to her leg. At the same moment, her right leg would snap forward for the backside of Han's left knee aiming to take the leg before he had time to bring his snap back in. Shortest distance here gave her an advantage as she was going in a straight line forward and he would have to bring his leg all the way back across. At the end of her kick, she would once again take up her earlier stance.
20:39:04 Han found himself unsuccessful in his attempt to strike her leg, steadying his leg on the ground with a hardened stomp to the earth. His periphereals catch an intruding foot toward the back of his knee, a hardened collision elicting a grimace. His face wrinkles into an expression of anguish, eyes glimmering with a strange ferocity afterward. He moved forward a bit before the strike, forearms coming up before his face to protect him from any blows during his invasion. Leg wobbling a bit, he allowed her to attempt her withdrawl into her stance before shooting his leg out in a last minute impulse. The left leg would become tangled with her right, holding it up in a slight retraction at the knee as he fell forward. Soon his barricade of forearms turned, a right forearm moving to her neck to balance himself on her in the imbalance of their bodies. If he was successful, his falling against her should've put her under him thus allowing his forearm to slam into her throat.
20:52:22 Jessica: So the kick didn't have as much effect as she had hoped, at least it hit. Then again it apparently left her leg out to get snagged in a leg lock. Han had one problem with falling forward however, her arms were still up. As his forearm went for her throat, her left hand went for his wrist and her right hand shot forward to snake around and grasp at the back of his neck. She would go with his forward momentum, her left leg bending at the knee as she dropped quickly back roll, using her leg as leverage and her hands as guides to try and toss him off of her into a nearby tree. If successful, she would quickly kip up and face her opponent again, resuming her stance.
21:08:14 Han fell under this intense circumstance, her positioning on point. She definitely had experience. However, such deftness came with a price. That price was the flaw of quick thinking, and not even the best positioning could make up for that. His left hand, still availible for use, let a palm grasp the earthen flaws underneath the plummeting duo. His forearm correspondingly repositioned itself, sliding up only slightly to move from the tricep to the elbow. A shoulder thrust itself forth, attempting destroy the joint of the arm. The elbow should've been disproporitionate now, the serpantine limb that once snaked around to grasp the back of his neck now disconnected at the elbow. At least, if he was successful. If he did do this to her , he'd use the distraction of pain to slip his left leg in and shove hers out of the way now gaining a complete dominance over her laid out form.
21:23:47 Jessica: felt the throw fail as the two fell for the ground. Felt Han reaching for the dirt behind her, and felt his other arm beginning to move for her elbow. Quick thinking was still a boon to her as her right elbow would slide out to the side, taking it out of reach of the right forearm. For a moment, this would put it at an awkward angle beneath Han's left arm, but his arm was already preoccupied with the fall so she would have time to slide her hand from his neck and under his armpit, her left arm coming out the gap beneath his left arm that was left when he reached out. As they hit the ground, two things would happen. First would he her left knee coming up for his crotch, using his own weight from the fall against him. Second would he her right hand punching inward for his floating rib. This whole situation still left her on the ground beneath him, but that would be dealt with. <c>
21:23:51 Jessica: She still had a hold of his right arm, and his left should have landed beneath her in the fall meaning any movement he tried with them should give her time to counter or possibly escape.
21:35:51 Han sinced he'd thrusted the shoulder forward the emphasis of his body's landing was mainly placed on his forearm. With that said rather than coming down completely with his body his forearm would carry mosto f the weight. This in turn lessened the pain of the uplifted knee, however it still hurt none the less. His found his armpits grasped now, his left hand struggling to maintain it's support of his frame. It wobbled but he sturdied it, face reddened with pain from the blow to the crotch. Travailing through the manacles the blow had placed on him his left leg still ushered it's way inside attempting to push the knee that'd nailed him off to the side. Once that leg was warded off, if it was, he'd establish the dominant positioned he'd mentally pictured. His elbows would pop out, attempting to slap away the hands grasping his armpit before the legs on the inside (if on the inside) would spread their bent knees out to trap the appendages. From there it was easy, an onslaught of lefts and rights descending <C>...
21:36:53 Han toward her face until she uttered the sweet sounds of submission. Hopefully his plans would be successful, snappy movements to hurry the trapping of his opponent before the pain interjected.
21:50:40 Jessica: this was the problem with being the one on the bottom in a brawl, people liked to try and lock you up. In her current position, she didn't have much of a chance of keeping her arms from being pinned to the ground. Which meant she was going to take a couple of blows to the face. Han didn't have as much time as he expected though as she would thrust up with her hips. She was smaller, but she had strong hips, enough to lift slightly before she kicked up with both legs. Some people would aim to plant a knee in his back in this situation, she aimed for the neck, her feet coming up to lock at the ankles just below his chin. He could try to move and avoid it, but that would loosen his hold on her arms allowing her to push and roll free. So assuming he didn't let her up automatically, she would squeeze her calves together trying to choke him out as she pulled her feet back down toward the ground to try and force him into a back bend meaning he couldn't see where any of his blows were placed.
21:51:42 Jessica: she would spit out a tooth and grin at him. Yeah her face hurt, but she wasn't done yet.
22:01:25 Han felt that movement in her hips, briefly peeking over his shoulder to see the ascending legs. He'd bend forward, having properly measured how far to move. He purposely lead her own, bending only slightly so she'd continue trying to get her legs far enough to lock his chin. In any situation, one would basically bend forward and continue with ground control. Han? Not so much. When he felt she least expected it, he'd cease giving her blows to the face to reach backward and grasp those ankles. Of course no one could underestimate the power of the thighs, so he moved quickly. In a quick grab mixed with a forward bend, his hands clasp around her ankles bending to move his back against her knees. It comes as quick as a simple jerk, the already overstretched legs now being pulled down and pushed at the knees. If he was successful, a grotesque crack would resonate through the stagnant air of the forest. The tightened grasp on her ankles would soon cease, a sickening smirk gracing his facial features as he lets her<C>.
22:01:57 Han ankles go before standing up over her. That pain should've induced a disturbing paralysis over her, placing her in a realm of torture and excruciation. That was it, this thing was over.
22:11:02 Jessica: It was a good plan, but Han hadn't thought about the distance here. As soon as he began to lean forward at all to get away from her feet, she would slam those same feet into the ground pushing up with all that strength in said thighs that Han had been worried about. He was already moving forward, she would simply help. It didn't have to be much, even a little bit of give on his downward hold would allow her to slid back out behind the man. Hitting her knees behind him, she would bring both of her elbows back for his ribs before pushing off with her feet to put some distance between them at the moment since Han would no doubt be on the move as well. She would turn quickly, her usual stance coming back in preparation for Han's coming attack.
22:18:28 Han fell forward, his palms smacking the forest floors before pushing himself down onto her once again. With a twenty pound advantage, he should've slammed her hips onto the floors once again no matter how strong she was. This prevented her from sliding as well as making the knees and elbows only hit as a response. This wasn't going to throw him off. He now resumed his flurry of punches, lefts and rights raining on her in the worst barrages. Harder and harder they descended, a hail of fists transcending like sideways pistons tilted toward a target. Over and over, he aimed to take away her consciousness. Bashing her skull more and more, concussions should've ensued. Why was she prolonging the inevitable?
22:25:35 [Jessica: ] I'm calling it, she could knee you in the back, but you punching her face is going to win out. I shouldn't have let you get the initial grip
22:25:56 [Han] Alright, good match nonetheless.
19:57:31 Jessica: tap, tap, tap, slender feet touched down on the forest path spreading leaves and dust before them as black knee high boots parted the debris before the figure. She walked slowly through the trees, heading unerringly for a destination she already knew to be before her, another person in this place. Her figure was slight, weighing perhaps 130 at the most, but her muscles looked toned beneath her leather pants and black strapped top. She had the look of a stalking cat to her, the look or a predator ready for a fight.
20:03:24 Han approached as well, having gotten the invitation for this bout. An interesting proposal from the unknown, the lithesome woman stood before him perhaps deceiving any perception of who may've stepped up to him. Mental images shattered, he chose not to underestimate her. Instead, he approached with caution. His eyes trail her figure carefully looking for features to distinguish her by, any scars or markings. Nothing. Perhaps the incognito woman was serving an obscure purpose, working for someone or investigating. Pushing these thoughts away as if he'd brooded upon them too long, his thoughts had swiftly vanished into the realm of forgetfulness which they hid. They were probably roaming somewhere subconciously. He unbuttons his jacket, tossing it aside as the paper-esque material of the shirt was thin against his frame. His left slid forward, right foot pivoting and his right fist stood upright in proximity to his solar plexus. His left danged before the leading thigh of the left leg, his eyes focused as the<C>.
20:03:58 Han innumerable thoughts that once dominated his psyche were assimilated underneath a meditative like state. Eyes glazed over with concentration, he stood with the prowess of a champion.
20:09:44 Jessica: would incline her hear slightly to Han as he prepared, violet hair dropping just in front of her sapphire eyes. “I guess that's enough introduction than.” She stopped about ten feet away from the man and took up her own stance, left foot forward and knee bent, her right leg half back and slightly cocked. Her left torso slightly turned toward her right hip but her hands paired before her, palms toward one another at shin level and elbows by her stomach. “Shall we then?”
20:13:07 Han silenced himself for a long moment, allowing it to deteriorate under the compression of this...enigma. Was this all she had to say for herself? No reason why? It was irrelevant, Han tightened his fists allowing destiny to guide the course of battle. It was all irrelevant now, only the present influenced his current thought. He speaks, "Let us begin." He inches forward, bobbing and weaving with every sidestep. His path seemed so lengthened, so extended; the steps were like walking into a looped path. As if she were doomed to stand there for an eternity, however when reality kicked in he found himself adjacent to her. A few feet away, he sidesteps debating on whether to go in or not. Soon he shoot forward, a left foot snapping out a roundhouse for her shin to begin the battle.
20:24:35 Jessica: waited patiently as the man got into his motions. As for herself, she seemed to be keeping contracted at the moment, closer to the core. As Han's left foot came across for her leading shin, she would stutter step back just a few inches letting that kick pass painfully close to her leg. At the same moment, her right leg would snap forward for the backside of Han's left knee aiming to take the leg before he had time to bring his snap back in. Shortest distance here gave her an advantage as she was going in a straight line forward and he would have to bring his leg all the way back across. At the end of her kick, she would once again take up her earlier stance.
20:39:04 Han found himself unsuccessful in his attempt to strike her leg, steadying his leg on the ground with a hardened stomp to the earth. His periphereals catch an intruding foot toward the back of his knee, a hardened collision elicting a grimace. His face wrinkles into an expression of anguish, eyes glimmering with a strange ferocity afterward. He moved forward a bit before the strike, forearms coming up before his face to protect him from any blows during his invasion. Leg wobbling a bit, he allowed her to attempt her withdrawl into her stance before shooting his leg out in a last minute impulse. The left leg would become tangled with her right, holding it up in a slight retraction at the knee as he fell forward. Soon his barricade of forearms turned, a right forearm moving to her neck to balance himself on her in the imbalance of their bodies. If he was successful, his falling against her should've put her under him thus allowing his forearm to slam into her throat.
20:52:22 Jessica: So the kick didn't have as much effect as she had hoped, at least it hit. Then again it apparently left her leg out to get snagged in a leg lock. Han had one problem with falling forward however, her arms were still up. As his forearm went for her throat, her left hand went for his wrist and her right hand shot forward to snake around and grasp at the back of his neck. She would go with his forward momentum, her left leg bending at the knee as she dropped quickly back roll, using her leg as leverage and her hands as guides to try and toss him off of her into a nearby tree. If successful, she would quickly kip up and face her opponent again, resuming her stance.
21:08:14 Han fell under this intense circumstance, her positioning on point. She definitely had experience. However, such deftness came with a price. That price was the flaw of quick thinking, and not even the best positioning could make up for that. His left hand, still availible for use, let a palm grasp the earthen flaws underneath the plummeting duo. His forearm correspondingly repositioned itself, sliding up only slightly to move from the tricep to the elbow. A shoulder thrust itself forth, attempting destroy the joint of the arm. The elbow should've been disproporitionate now, the serpantine limb that once snaked around to grasp the back of his neck now disconnected at the elbow. At least, if he was successful. If he did do this to her , he'd use the distraction of pain to slip his left leg in and shove hers out of the way now gaining a complete dominance over her laid out form.
21:23:47 Jessica: felt the throw fail as the two fell for the ground. Felt Han reaching for the dirt behind her, and felt his other arm beginning to move for her elbow. Quick thinking was still a boon to her as her right elbow would slide out to the side, taking it out of reach of the right forearm. For a moment, this would put it at an awkward angle beneath Han's left arm, but his arm was already preoccupied with the fall so she would have time to slide her hand from his neck and under his armpit, her left arm coming out the gap beneath his left arm that was left when he reached out. As they hit the ground, two things would happen. First would he her left knee coming up for his crotch, using his own weight from the fall against him. Second would he her right hand punching inward for his floating rib. This whole situation still left her on the ground beneath him, but that would be dealt with. <c>
21:23:51 Jessica: She still had a hold of his right arm, and his left should have landed beneath her in the fall meaning any movement he tried with them should give her time to counter or possibly escape.
21:35:51 Han sinced he'd thrusted the shoulder forward the emphasis of his body's landing was mainly placed on his forearm. With that said rather than coming down completely with his body his forearm would carry mosto f the weight. This in turn lessened the pain of the uplifted knee, however it still hurt none the less. His found his armpits grasped now, his left hand struggling to maintain it's support of his frame. It wobbled but he sturdied it, face reddened with pain from the blow to the crotch. Travailing through the manacles the blow had placed on him his left leg still ushered it's way inside attempting to push the knee that'd nailed him off to the side. Once that leg was warded off, if it was, he'd establish the dominant positioned he'd mentally pictured. His elbows would pop out, attempting to slap away the hands grasping his armpit before the legs on the inside (if on the inside) would spread their bent knees out to trap the appendages. From there it was easy, an onslaught of lefts and rights descending <C>...
21:36:53 Han toward her face until she uttered the sweet sounds of submission. Hopefully his plans would be successful, snappy movements to hurry the trapping of his opponent before the pain interjected.
21:50:40 Jessica: this was the problem with being the one on the bottom in a brawl, people liked to try and lock you up. In her current position, she didn't have much of a chance of keeping her arms from being pinned to the ground. Which meant she was going to take a couple of blows to the face. Han didn't have as much time as he expected though as she would thrust up with her hips. She was smaller, but she had strong hips, enough to lift slightly before she kicked up with both legs. Some people would aim to plant a knee in his back in this situation, she aimed for the neck, her feet coming up to lock at the ankles just below his chin. He could try to move and avoid it, but that would loosen his hold on her arms allowing her to push and roll free. So assuming he didn't let her up automatically, she would squeeze her calves together trying to choke him out as she pulled her feet back down toward the ground to try and force him into a back bend meaning he couldn't see where any of his blows were placed.
21:51:42 Jessica: she would spit out a tooth and grin at him. Yeah her face hurt, but she wasn't done yet.
22:01:25 Han felt that movement in her hips, briefly peeking over his shoulder to see the ascending legs. He'd bend forward, having properly measured how far to move. He purposely lead her own, bending only slightly so she'd continue trying to get her legs far enough to lock his chin. In any situation, one would basically bend forward and continue with ground control. Han? Not so much. When he felt she least expected it, he'd cease giving her blows to the face to reach backward and grasp those ankles. Of course no one could underestimate the power of the thighs, so he moved quickly. In a quick grab mixed with a forward bend, his hands clasp around her ankles bending to move his back against her knees. It comes as quick as a simple jerk, the already overstretched legs now being pulled down and pushed at the knees. If he was successful, a grotesque crack would resonate through the stagnant air of the forest. The tightened grasp on her ankles would soon cease, a sickening smirk gracing his facial features as he lets her<C>.
22:01:57 Han ankles go before standing up over her. That pain should've induced a disturbing paralysis over her, placing her in a realm of torture and excruciation. That was it, this thing was over.
22:11:02 Jessica: It was a good plan, but Han hadn't thought about the distance here. As soon as he began to lean forward at all to get away from her feet, she would slam those same feet into the ground pushing up with all that strength in said thighs that Han had been worried about. He was already moving forward, she would simply help. It didn't have to be much, even a little bit of give on his downward hold would allow her to slid back out behind the man. Hitting her knees behind him, she would bring both of her elbows back for his ribs before pushing off with her feet to put some distance between them at the moment since Han would no doubt be on the move as well. She would turn quickly, her usual stance coming back in preparation for Han's coming attack.
22:18:28 Han fell forward, his palms smacking the forest floors before pushing himself down onto her once again. With a twenty pound advantage, he should've slammed her hips onto the floors once again no matter how strong she was. This prevented her from sliding as well as making the knees and elbows only hit as a response. This wasn't going to throw him off. He now resumed his flurry of punches, lefts and rights raining on her in the worst barrages. Harder and harder they descended, a hail of fists transcending like sideways pistons tilted toward a target. Over and over, he aimed to take away her consciousness. Bashing her skull more and more, concussions should've ensued. Why was she prolonging the inevitable?
22:25:35 [Jessica: ] I'm calling it, she could knee you in the back, but you punching her face is going to win out. I shouldn't have let you get the initial grip
22:25:56 [Han] Alright, good match nonetheless.