Post by The Librarian on Oct 7, 2008 16:44:24 GMT -7
Besides some of the later posts on my part, this is a good example of stuff for the tournament.
11:09:13 Legend made an anticipated entrance into the arena, his appearance nothing eccentric although lavish nonetheless. His business jacket abandoned, a colorless dress shirt contained buttons collapsing along his torso. Darkened pants duplicate the appearance of fancy designer clothes though they're mere slacks. They allows flexibility, materialistically flexible and allowing hi mto execute movements that'd rip most other pants. His shoes are an ebony leather, polished to shimmer beneath the sun as his foot becomes comfortable yet tightly bonded to the clothing. Folicles of hair are smoothly combed, grease appealing aeshetically to the sun for shining glare. Luminous and parted, his hair isn't the only thing giving him an appearance of stereotypical 'importance'. His facial expression, glazed with a hollow sense and basically nothing; it's completely void of emotion and unfaltering despite watching the other warriors barbarically rip into each other. He seems used to it. His hands cup around sleeves, slowly rolling <C>.
11:11:47 Legend them up to hover above his elbow as the thick surplus of skin between the thumb and inner ridge of the hand touches the softened fabric. He completes these rolls as if he's a baker preparing to make something messy. His palms clench into fist, and he says nothing to his future adversary. No requests, no questions or anything; he's reminiscent on what he came for. His left foot slides forward and his left fist dangles before what's described as the 'abs', looming over his side but above the hip. His right foot is pivoted, right arm bent to position a fist before the solar plexus. He watches the man closly yet silently, eyes blazing with a flame of confidence no fighter could emulate.
11:29:53 Siege{Chaos} spares a moment to watch a bright flash of nothing in the sky. Those emerald eyes would survey his opponent for a moment, and Seth would casually nod to the man before taking a slight step forward to drop into the pit of the arena. Words weren't needed, they both knew why they were here so who needed to exchange pleasantries. He made his way toward the center of the pit and turned back to the man again. His left side faced the other man. Besides his hand which was out beckoning Legend, he didn't even appear to be readying himself for what was to come. It was time for a battle of fighter's calm
11:43:47 Legend immediately advanced upon his foe, malevolent intention yet a positive mindset. Contradictory, no? He found himself approaching in strides, strokes of his feet as he watched Siege's every movement. His slightest motions became etched into Legend's mind as he refused to alternate his stance. It was merely a rhythmic weaving and bobbing of his shoulder, dipping left and right as a warrior doused in confidence approaches. Taking the opportunity to strike his foot immediately shoots outward like lightning. A lowered roundhouse kick, he attempted to immobilize his opponent at the beginning of the bout aiming for the side of the knee. The foot transcends thorugh airs, swooping and dropping with his foot bent back in elegance like a master carefully simulating battle. He was one of the few warriors whom upheld the form in their arts rather than losing it and resulting to mere attacks.
11:50:47 Siege{Chaos} waited patiently as Legend approached, those emerald eyes watching every movement the man made. The rest of his senses equally attuned on the man's form. Besides his breathing, he wasn't moving yet. He would wait until Legend got close enough, wait even for that kick. At the last second he would shit his left side forward turning his knee so that the kick would be aimed for the back of his knee instead of the side. At that point he would bring his leg up fast, just enough to try and lock Legend's foot in the gap behind his knee long enough for Seth to drop to said knee and rotate his left side back again. If the leg was caught, the move would pull legend off balance and turn his leg back as Seth brought his right palm around aimed to shatter the other man's knee. He would continue his rotation and bring his right leg around aimed to sweep Legend's other foot and take the man off his feet. Unlocking his left knee, Seth would use the rest of his momentum to propel himself into a standing position once again.
12:13:40 Legend nailed his opponent successfully however he came to find he'd kicked himself into a trap. A messy one, however. He spectated his opponent's methodical assault, however before it went any further he advanced however such was possible. He allowed his right foot to quickly hop backward, thus placing him behind Siege. TO kee phi mbusy from the twist he yanked somewhat to hinder his opponent's balance, foot jerking and attempting to break away from the closed crevice which acted as a restraint. He couldn't incapacitate Legend though, some were far too intellectual. Legend was one of those people, working himself around successfully until finally stopping. Now in place he hopped no longer, hopping became purposeless. His arm shot outward and curled behind Siege's throat, his right arm coming behind his head to lock him in positioning. Legend had now commenced a sleeper hold, attempting to slowly subdue the opponent's consciousness and let the hands of fate steal his resilience with every passing moment; the lock<C
12:15:22 Legend tightly in place with enough force to crush mental resistance. He held the sleeper hold, foot still awkwardly positioned however he continued. Once Siege's consciousness was altered to the point the hold on the leg loosened, he simply jerked his foot out and repositioned it beside the other. Hunched over he now takes his place behind the man, sleeper more fortified .This was only if it worked though, of course such convenience wasn't always possible. With the right maneuvering, it was,.
12:24:56 Siege{Chaos} found his attempt to take out the man's leg rather handily thwarted. He was however in a much better position than Legend realized. His left knee would unlock letting the man's foot free. So let's see here, Seth kneeling on the ground, Legend standing behind him with a sleeper lock. First off, the sleeper lock wasn't going to work. Seth wasn't exactly human, a simple lock like this wouldn't cut off enough blood to his multiple brains. Seth would do the simplest thing possible at the moment. His right arm would come up hard driving his elbow for Legend's crotch. Whether or not he hit, he would then push off and back with his legs with enough force to knock both men slightly into the air, Seth aimed to land hard on top of Legend and roll away when the man's grip faltered. At that point he would regain his feet.
12:37:29 Legend gasped loudly, cries elicited from parted lips. The elbow struck his crotch successfully, rendering him despondent for a moment. The constricted grasp of paralysis clutched his frame so dominant, emphasis on his movement as he immediately grasped his injured anatomy. His palms blindly groping, he closes his eyes in excruciation for a moment but opens them when he senses the slightest hints of movement. These motions accost him with warnings, vigilant eyes peering at his gradually reversing opponent capture something that leaves him petrified. He notices bents legs extending outward, and from there he impulsively crafts his reaction. Evasive deftness comes into play, frame bending backward as he zealously leaps. An invigorating yet painful leap allows him to retreat backward. He becomes a projectile for a moment, his back bent upward in a disticntive arch. When Siege flies upward he hits his upper back, however before he can complete the legendary maneuver whereas he pops back upward in yet another <C>.......
12:40:38 Legend exhibition of how limber his body is the pain shoots through him even worse. These pain is dynamic and unrelenting, refusing to release Legend from it's merciless imprisonment. He's forced into a still state of helplessness, clutching at his crotch once again as he found Seth's descendance; unknowing of whether the man still wanted to crush him in the landscape. He didn't care though, he needed to get off of his back as quickly as possible and he disregarded the pain for a moment. Mustering up the courage, he forced himself up in an arduous stand as his palm continued to grasp his pained crotch. He glanced up toward Siege, unsure of whether the man would continue his falling onto him or elsewhere.
12:51:51 Siege{Chaos} whether or not he landed on Legend wasn't important. The move had generated the desired effect and released him from the man's grasp. Regaining his feet, he pushed forward in a long stride toward the other man and brought up his left leg in a quick snap, a forward kick aimed to take Legend in the chest. Pushing forward with his momentum and weight, the kick would hopefully knock the man back and into the dirt, and likely break a few ribs as well. If Legend did indeed his the dirt, Seth would continue his forward momentum and aim to drop both of his knees down onto the man's stomach before bringing his right hand down in a chop across the man's throat.
12:58:18 Legend was staggering about in an excruciating bondage of pain, confined in the restraints of defeat. His opponent rushed him, seemingly triumphant however such carelessness as to Legend's skill would become his downfall. Legend watched Siege's exultant rush after conquering and overcoming his hold. That's all he could do, his response was inadequate either way. Bracing himself for impact two forearms levitated, hovering protectively before his chest as he defensively shielded himself from a solid kick. His right foot slid backward after the parry, fortifying his equilibrium before it became forlorn as he once was. As the pain gradually ceased, such a discontinuance put more strength in Legend's movement. Now he advanced like a philospher whom had achieved a once considered fictional enlightenment, he was ready to take advantage of this circumstance and his hands reflected technique with tactiturnity. Such perfection was put into the very positioning of his hands, delicacies yet no embellishments. Stripped to the<C
13:04:15 Legend essentials. He twisted Siege's foot with his hand positioned to snap someone's neck, the twist inducing a flamboyant corkscrew you'd see in an action movie. He ducked his head in case of passing feet attempting to strike him. If he was successful he'd let his opponent plummet to his back, pinning him to the ground with a stomp onto the opposite knee acting as a constraint to neutralize any further movement. He'd advance upon the man afterward, swinging the leg that once neutralized the opposite knee over the grasped leg he'd flipped Siege with. He fell backward, landing beside Siege and if the leg was this flexible he'd wrap his arm around the knee, curling it around as if it were placing the leg in a headlock of sorts. Tightening this grasp, he'd attempt to bend and already hyperextended leg backward in the wrong way; threatening this guy's knee.
13:12:22 Siege{Chaos} Legend was smart to duck. The obvious reaction to this was to try and kick the other man in the head. Of course as Seth's right leg went past where Legend's head used to be, he would pull in hard with his left leg. This would force all of Seth's weight in toward Legend's chest. At the same moment, Seth would bend his left knee bringing his lower right leg behind Legend's back in an attempt to lock the man between his legs. His upper body would finish it's rotation, his hands hitting the dirt and then pushing back again to try and shove Legend off balance. When his hands were free of the dirt again, each would aim to lock the inside of the nearest corresponding knee and pull forcing them to bend. With Seth's weight pushing back on Legend's chest, and Legend's knees hopefully chopped and bent at the moment, it would be nearly impossible for the man to not fall backwards with Seth's legs still locked around his chest, a position that would also have the added benefit of locking Legend's right arm and leaving<c
13:12:29 Siege{Chaos} only his left able to fight back.
13:29:05 Legend found himself in a distinguishable situation that could easily be glanced out of numerous ones of it's kind. Indeed legend should've been rendered defenseless from this problematic lock, the entrapment should've let him overwrought and spasmatically jerking. Perhaps convulsion like shakes and trembles to get out, yes? But his composure was maintained, and when Siege tried to get the other leg around his palm went outward and pushed at the calf. He held it at bay, a single jerk before his grasp made it's evanescence and vanished like a resplendent magician whom lived up to his name. So Siege's legs would've locked around him, however Legend would fall forth rather than backward and land ontop of Siege's form. His left arm would cross through, a basic choke across the neck as it grabbed his right bicep. The right hand slide forward completely across Siege's head until his forearm was at the back of his adversary's skull, plotting a woeful demise of his opponent. Perhaps not demise, but he'd obliterate him<C>.
13:30:31 Legend in this battle no matter what it took. His right hand in chop like form, he indulges in a rear naked choke which is of behemothic strength. Monolithic muscles buldge as if desperate to tear through thickened bonds of skin, now maintaining the rear naked choke in a rather awkward positoning. Hopefully this could knock out a demon's consciousness consider Legend placed his hardest emphasis on it. This was all of that colassal strength channeled into a single choke.
13:37:45 Siege{Chaos} this was an awkward position to be in, Seth was face first in the dirt with his legs wrapped around the man's chest while the man tried to choke him again. So first off, Seth's legs would slide up and tighten their grip around Legend's neck instead of his chest. Both of them could hold a choke if that was the game. Of course Seth had secondary brains to run his body in cases like this, and they weren't situated in his head. That simply meant that even if legend cut off all of the oxygen to Seth's head, the warrior was still in some form conscious.
13:51:24 Legend growled toward Siege, yet another stalemate in their game upon the battlegrounds. He removed his choke, complexities in arm positioning reduced to a left hand in the ground and a right grasp his opponent's scalp, forcing him face first into the soil. His aggressive attackign further his fervent agenda, his attacks revealing the fact he was seething with rage. Indeed he was disquiet, both of the men like a ceaseless maelstrom that hadn't an end in sight. A tempest of movements continued after Legend slammed Siege's faces into the earthen floors, then proceeding to break his legs apart with gradually spreading arms. He pushed Siege downward, slipping a foot in an opening and now basically crotch to crotch if you wanted to be direct. He fell backward, crossing his own feet to lock them as he tucked Siege's foot beneath his arm pit and twisted his frame. He threatened the bone with an achille's lock now. His left leg became outstretched, almost as if in a prone positioning as the leg was jerked all the way to<C>
13:52:52 Legend it's side. The lock was sort of functioning like a reverse achille's lock, turning the foot over yet tending to it with both arms. His forearm was positioned over the side of the foot so the man's toe's protruded outward; a left arm curled around the ankle to bond it in place.
14:06:54 Siege{Chaos} this was where the playing around portion stopped. Genetically engineered and nanite enhanced muscles flexed and kept those legs from being pulled apart. What's the point of having an advantage if you don't use it? Seth would push his hands into the dirt and pull his legs in, a movement which would push his form closer to Legend before he quickly snapped back and pulled with his arms while simultaneously pushing with his legs with enough force to knock a 200lb man off his feet, and likely enough force to break Legend's grip as Seth went into a forward roll before coming up a few feet from the man. He smirked. This time he would let Legend come for him again.
14:15:21 Legend found his grasp broken and he coincidingly supported himself with those same hands on the dusty Earthen barricade. Palms to the floors of the arena he fell backward, however he let his legs retaliate for him. He pinned one downward, his heel coming to the bottom of Sieges calf as he supported the front of Siege's foot upon his knee. Immediate his leg bent itself, allowing Legend to sit up with his palms so casually supporting himself against the ground. His eyes concentrated themselves upon Siege now, visage fixated on everything that transpired. With the leg trapped he repositioned himself, scooching quickly so he was horizontally positioned and his leg was still outstretched but now forming a T when intersecting with his opponent's. He let his leg carelessly bare down on Siege's his right flexing the foot and forcing his knee to face upward putting his leg at an obtuse angle upside down. The bottom of Siege's foot is now pushed upward, threatening to break it as he slowly flexes his knee. He mediates <C>..
14:16:20 Legend Siege's foot with his hand occasionally, leaning back as a forearm places all of his weight upon Siege's opposite leg. He leans back and cackles so arrogantly into the air, as egotistical as a champion who'd pampered himself countless times over numerous years without a challenge.
14:27:25 Siege{Chaos} so his legs were locked? Seth didn't worry about this too much. It was annoying, but not overly dangerous as his skeleton was too tough for something like this to break. As for his knee? It actually shifted and dislocated. His kneecap would shift to the side slightly allowing his knee to bend backwards and releasing some of the pressure. Seth would turn to his left now, bringing his torso sideways as much as possible as he bent down to grasp at Legend's left knee with his left hand. He would aim to dig his fingers underneath the kneecap, gripping until the flesh began to tear and then pulling up to try and tear the kneecap off. The stipulation had been melee, there was no stipulation on damages done to the opponent.
14:37:27 Legend 's legs were in use however he left his arms to rejoice in sweet freedom. Sturdying himself he watched his opponent's protracting arm and defensively grasped to wrist. Sitting up finally he gave is leg more leverage to push down on Siege's, a pressurized shove of calves trudging through a steel of a man. He grasped the wrist of Siege's outstretched arm, defensively pulling on it and twisting it so his thumb went downward. This was twisting it to the left, forcing Siege's elbow to literally face the cerulean atmosphere's above them. Like a rattlesnake constricting around it's prey, he submerged the opponent in yet another lock making them look like an intricate connection of intertwined humans. He grinned at twisting Siege's arm this way, grabbing the back of Siege's hand and pushed it upward and forward toward the up-turned elbow. Now in yet another lock, he pushed his opponent into submission as best as he could. He let out complete force in both of these locks, monumental and monolithic as he pushed the<C>
14:38:08 Legend hand forth in it's opposing direction and the foot in it's own. It was a beautiful disfigurement of the man's structure, or at least the way he put it out there; Legend proved himself to be a submission artist more than anything.
14:41:51 [Siege{Chaos}] hmm. . . Seth can get out of this stuff, but it doesn't really seem fair at the moment since a normal person would have a really hard time. I'd say you win.
11:09:13 Legend made an anticipated entrance into the arena, his appearance nothing eccentric although lavish nonetheless. His business jacket abandoned, a colorless dress shirt contained buttons collapsing along his torso. Darkened pants duplicate the appearance of fancy designer clothes though they're mere slacks. They allows flexibility, materialistically flexible and allowing hi mto execute movements that'd rip most other pants. His shoes are an ebony leather, polished to shimmer beneath the sun as his foot becomes comfortable yet tightly bonded to the clothing. Folicles of hair are smoothly combed, grease appealing aeshetically to the sun for shining glare. Luminous and parted, his hair isn't the only thing giving him an appearance of stereotypical 'importance'. His facial expression, glazed with a hollow sense and basically nothing; it's completely void of emotion and unfaltering despite watching the other warriors barbarically rip into each other. He seems used to it. His hands cup around sleeves, slowly rolling <C>.
11:11:47 Legend them up to hover above his elbow as the thick surplus of skin between the thumb and inner ridge of the hand touches the softened fabric. He completes these rolls as if he's a baker preparing to make something messy. His palms clench into fist, and he says nothing to his future adversary. No requests, no questions or anything; he's reminiscent on what he came for. His left foot slides forward and his left fist dangles before what's described as the 'abs', looming over his side but above the hip. His right foot is pivoted, right arm bent to position a fist before the solar plexus. He watches the man closly yet silently, eyes blazing with a flame of confidence no fighter could emulate.
11:29:53 Siege{Chaos} spares a moment to watch a bright flash of nothing in the sky. Those emerald eyes would survey his opponent for a moment, and Seth would casually nod to the man before taking a slight step forward to drop into the pit of the arena. Words weren't needed, they both knew why they were here so who needed to exchange pleasantries. He made his way toward the center of the pit and turned back to the man again. His left side faced the other man. Besides his hand which was out beckoning Legend, he didn't even appear to be readying himself for what was to come. It was time for a battle of fighter's calm
11:43:47 Legend immediately advanced upon his foe, malevolent intention yet a positive mindset. Contradictory, no? He found himself approaching in strides, strokes of his feet as he watched Siege's every movement. His slightest motions became etched into Legend's mind as he refused to alternate his stance. It was merely a rhythmic weaving and bobbing of his shoulder, dipping left and right as a warrior doused in confidence approaches. Taking the opportunity to strike his foot immediately shoots outward like lightning. A lowered roundhouse kick, he attempted to immobilize his opponent at the beginning of the bout aiming for the side of the knee. The foot transcends thorugh airs, swooping and dropping with his foot bent back in elegance like a master carefully simulating battle. He was one of the few warriors whom upheld the form in their arts rather than losing it and resulting to mere attacks.
11:50:47 Siege{Chaos} waited patiently as Legend approached, those emerald eyes watching every movement the man made. The rest of his senses equally attuned on the man's form. Besides his breathing, he wasn't moving yet. He would wait until Legend got close enough, wait even for that kick. At the last second he would shit his left side forward turning his knee so that the kick would be aimed for the back of his knee instead of the side. At that point he would bring his leg up fast, just enough to try and lock Legend's foot in the gap behind his knee long enough for Seth to drop to said knee and rotate his left side back again. If the leg was caught, the move would pull legend off balance and turn his leg back as Seth brought his right palm around aimed to shatter the other man's knee. He would continue his rotation and bring his right leg around aimed to sweep Legend's other foot and take the man off his feet. Unlocking his left knee, Seth would use the rest of his momentum to propel himself into a standing position once again.
12:13:40 Legend nailed his opponent successfully however he came to find he'd kicked himself into a trap. A messy one, however. He spectated his opponent's methodical assault, however before it went any further he advanced however such was possible. He allowed his right foot to quickly hop backward, thus placing him behind Siege. TO kee phi mbusy from the twist he yanked somewhat to hinder his opponent's balance, foot jerking and attempting to break away from the closed crevice which acted as a restraint. He couldn't incapacitate Legend though, some were far too intellectual. Legend was one of those people, working himself around successfully until finally stopping. Now in place he hopped no longer, hopping became purposeless. His arm shot outward and curled behind Siege's throat, his right arm coming behind his head to lock him in positioning. Legend had now commenced a sleeper hold, attempting to slowly subdue the opponent's consciousness and let the hands of fate steal his resilience with every passing moment; the lock<C
12:15:22 Legend tightly in place with enough force to crush mental resistance. He held the sleeper hold, foot still awkwardly positioned however he continued. Once Siege's consciousness was altered to the point the hold on the leg loosened, he simply jerked his foot out and repositioned it beside the other. Hunched over he now takes his place behind the man, sleeper more fortified .This was only if it worked though, of course such convenience wasn't always possible. With the right maneuvering, it was,.
12:24:56 Siege{Chaos} found his attempt to take out the man's leg rather handily thwarted. He was however in a much better position than Legend realized. His left knee would unlock letting the man's foot free. So let's see here, Seth kneeling on the ground, Legend standing behind him with a sleeper lock. First off, the sleeper lock wasn't going to work. Seth wasn't exactly human, a simple lock like this wouldn't cut off enough blood to his multiple brains. Seth would do the simplest thing possible at the moment. His right arm would come up hard driving his elbow for Legend's crotch. Whether or not he hit, he would then push off and back with his legs with enough force to knock both men slightly into the air, Seth aimed to land hard on top of Legend and roll away when the man's grip faltered. At that point he would regain his feet.
12:37:29 Legend gasped loudly, cries elicited from parted lips. The elbow struck his crotch successfully, rendering him despondent for a moment. The constricted grasp of paralysis clutched his frame so dominant, emphasis on his movement as he immediately grasped his injured anatomy. His palms blindly groping, he closes his eyes in excruciation for a moment but opens them when he senses the slightest hints of movement. These motions accost him with warnings, vigilant eyes peering at his gradually reversing opponent capture something that leaves him petrified. He notices bents legs extending outward, and from there he impulsively crafts his reaction. Evasive deftness comes into play, frame bending backward as he zealously leaps. An invigorating yet painful leap allows him to retreat backward. He becomes a projectile for a moment, his back bent upward in a disticntive arch. When Siege flies upward he hits his upper back, however before he can complete the legendary maneuver whereas he pops back upward in yet another <C>.......
12:40:38 Legend exhibition of how limber his body is the pain shoots through him even worse. These pain is dynamic and unrelenting, refusing to release Legend from it's merciless imprisonment. He's forced into a still state of helplessness, clutching at his crotch once again as he found Seth's descendance; unknowing of whether the man still wanted to crush him in the landscape. He didn't care though, he needed to get off of his back as quickly as possible and he disregarded the pain for a moment. Mustering up the courage, he forced himself up in an arduous stand as his palm continued to grasp his pained crotch. He glanced up toward Siege, unsure of whether the man would continue his falling onto him or elsewhere.
12:51:51 Siege{Chaos} whether or not he landed on Legend wasn't important. The move had generated the desired effect and released him from the man's grasp. Regaining his feet, he pushed forward in a long stride toward the other man and brought up his left leg in a quick snap, a forward kick aimed to take Legend in the chest. Pushing forward with his momentum and weight, the kick would hopefully knock the man back and into the dirt, and likely break a few ribs as well. If Legend did indeed his the dirt, Seth would continue his forward momentum and aim to drop both of his knees down onto the man's stomach before bringing his right hand down in a chop across the man's throat.
12:58:18 Legend was staggering about in an excruciating bondage of pain, confined in the restraints of defeat. His opponent rushed him, seemingly triumphant however such carelessness as to Legend's skill would become his downfall. Legend watched Siege's exultant rush after conquering and overcoming his hold. That's all he could do, his response was inadequate either way. Bracing himself for impact two forearms levitated, hovering protectively before his chest as he defensively shielded himself from a solid kick. His right foot slid backward after the parry, fortifying his equilibrium before it became forlorn as he once was. As the pain gradually ceased, such a discontinuance put more strength in Legend's movement. Now he advanced like a philospher whom had achieved a once considered fictional enlightenment, he was ready to take advantage of this circumstance and his hands reflected technique with tactiturnity. Such perfection was put into the very positioning of his hands, delicacies yet no embellishments. Stripped to the<C
13:04:15 Legend essentials. He twisted Siege's foot with his hand positioned to snap someone's neck, the twist inducing a flamboyant corkscrew you'd see in an action movie. He ducked his head in case of passing feet attempting to strike him. If he was successful he'd let his opponent plummet to his back, pinning him to the ground with a stomp onto the opposite knee acting as a constraint to neutralize any further movement. He'd advance upon the man afterward, swinging the leg that once neutralized the opposite knee over the grasped leg he'd flipped Siege with. He fell backward, landing beside Siege and if the leg was this flexible he'd wrap his arm around the knee, curling it around as if it were placing the leg in a headlock of sorts. Tightening this grasp, he'd attempt to bend and already hyperextended leg backward in the wrong way; threatening this guy's knee.
13:12:22 Siege{Chaos} Legend was smart to duck. The obvious reaction to this was to try and kick the other man in the head. Of course as Seth's right leg went past where Legend's head used to be, he would pull in hard with his left leg. This would force all of Seth's weight in toward Legend's chest. At the same moment, Seth would bend his left knee bringing his lower right leg behind Legend's back in an attempt to lock the man between his legs. His upper body would finish it's rotation, his hands hitting the dirt and then pushing back again to try and shove Legend off balance. When his hands were free of the dirt again, each would aim to lock the inside of the nearest corresponding knee and pull forcing them to bend. With Seth's weight pushing back on Legend's chest, and Legend's knees hopefully chopped and bent at the moment, it would be nearly impossible for the man to not fall backwards with Seth's legs still locked around his chest, a position that would also have the added benefit of locking Legend's right arm and leaving<c
13:12:29 Siege{Chaos} only his left able to fight back.
13:29:05 Legend found himself in a distinguishable situation that could easily be glanced out of numerous ones of it's kind. Indeed legend should've been rendered defenseless from this problematic lock, the entrapment should've let him overwrought and spasmatically jerking. Perhaps convulsion like shakes and trembles to get out, yes? But his composure was maintained, and when Siege tried to get the other leg around his palm went outward and pushed at the calf. He held it at bay, a single jerk before his grasp made it's evanescence and vanished like a resplendent magician whom lived up to his name. So Siege's legs would've locked around him, however Legend would fall forth rather than backward and land ontop of Siege's form. His left arm would cross through, a basic choke across the neck as it grabbed his right bicep. The right hand slide forward completely across Siege's head until his forearm was at the back of his adversary's skull, plotting a woeful demise of his opponent. Perhaps not demise, but he'd obliterate him<C>.
13:30:31 Legend in this battle no matter what it took. His right hand in chop like form, he indulges in a rear naked choke which is of behemothic strength. Monolithic muscles buldge as if desperate to tear through thickened bonds of skin, now maintaining the rear naked choke in a rather awkward positoning. Hopefully this could knock out a demon's consciousness consider Legend placed his hardest emphasis on it. This was all of that colassal strength channeled into a single choke.
13:37:45 Siege{Chaos} this was an awkward position to be in, Seth was face first in the dirt with his legs wrapped around the man's chest while the man tried to choke him again. So first off, Seth's legs would slide up and tighten their grip around Legend's neck instead of his chest. Both of them could hold a choke if that was the game. Of course Seth had secondary brains to run his body in cases like this, and they weren't situated in his head. That simply meant that even if legend cut off all of the oxygen to Seth's head, the warrior was still in some form conscious.
13:51:24 Legend growled toward Siege, yet another stalemate in their game upon the battlegrounds. He removed his choke, complexities in arm positioning reduced to a left hand in the ground and a right grasp his opponent's scalp, forcing him face first into the soil. His aggressive attackign further his fervent agenda, his attacks revealing the fact he was seething with rage. Indeed he was disquiet, both of the men like a ceaseless maelstrom that hadn't an end in sight. A tempest of movements continued after Legend slammed Siege's faces into the earthen floors, then proceeding to break his legs apart with gradually spreading arms. He pushed Siege downward, slipping a foot in an opening and now basically crotch to crotch if you wanted to be direct. He fell backward, crossing his own feet to lock them as he tucked Siege's foot beneath his arm pit and twisted his frame. He threatened the bone with an achille's lock now. His left leg became outstretched, almost as if in a prone positioning as the leg was jerked all the way to<C>
13:52:52 Legend it's side. The lock was sort of functioning like a reverse achille's lock, turning the foot over yet tending to it with both arms. His forearm was positioned over the side of the foot so the man's toe's protruded outward; a left arm curled around the ankle to bond it in place.
14:06:54 Siege{Chaos} this was where the playing around portion stopped. Genetically engineered and nanite enhanced muscles flexed and kept those legs from being pulled apart. What's the point of having an advantage if you don't use it? Seth would push his hands into the dirt and pull his legs in, a movement which would push his form closer to Legend before he quickly snapped back and pulled with his arms while simultaneously pushing with his legs with enough force to knock a 200lb man off his feet, and likely enough force to break Legend's grip as Seth went into a forward roll before coming up a few feet from the man. He smirked. This time he would let Legend come for him again.
14:15:21 Legend found his grasp broken and he coincidingly supported himself with those same hands on the dusty Earthen barricade. Palms to the floors of the arena he fell backward, however he let his legs retaliate for him. He pinned one downward, his heel coming to the bottom of Sieges calf as he supported the front of Siege's foot upon his knee. Immediate his leg bent itself, allowing Legend to sit up with his palms so casually supporting himself against the ground. His eyes concentrated themselves upon Siege now, visage fixated on everything that transpired. With the leg trapped he repositioned himself, scooching quickly so he was horizontally positioned and his leg was still outstretched but now forming a T when intersecting with his opponent's. He let his leg carelessly bare down on Siege's his right flexing the foot and forcing his knee to face upward putting his leg at an obtuse angle upside down. The bottom of Siege's foot is now pushed upward, threatening to break it as he slowly flexes his knee. He mediates <C>..
14:16:20 Legend Siege's foot with his hand occasionally, leaning back as a forearm places all of his weight upon Siege's opposite leg. He leans back and cackles so arrogantly into the air, as egotistical as a champion who'd pampered himself countless times over numerous years without a challenge.
14:27:25 Siege{Chaos} so his legs were locked? Seth didn't worry about this too much. It was annoying, but not overly dangerous as his skeleton was too tough for something like this to break. As for his knee? It actually shifted and dislocated. His kneecap would shift to the side slightly allowing his knee to bend backwards and releasing some of the pressure. Seth would turn to his left now, bringing his torso sideways as much as possible as he bent down to grasp at Legend's left knee with his left hand. He would aim to dig his fingers underneath the kneecap, gripping until the flesh began to tear and then pulling up to try and tear the kneecap off. The stipulation had been melee, there was no stipulation on damages done to the opponent.
14:37:27 Legend 's legs were in use however he left his arms to rejoice in sweet freedom. Sturdying himself he watched his opponent's protracting arm and defensively grasped to wrist. Sitting up finally he gave is leg more leverage to push down on Siege's, a pressurized shove of calves trudging through a steel of a man. He grasped the wrist of Siege's outstretched arm, defensively pulling on it and twisting it so his thumb went downward. This was twisting it to the left, forcing Siege's elbow to literally face the cerulean atmosphere's above them. Like a rattlesnake constricting around it's prey, he submerged the opponent in yet another lock making them look like an intricate connection of intertwined humans. He grinned at twisting Siege's arm this way, grabbing the back of Siege's hand and pushed it upward and forward toward the up-turned elbow. Now in yet another lock, he pushed his opponent into submission as best as he could. He let out complete force in both of these locks, monumental and monolithic as he pushed the<C>
14:38:08 Legend hand forth in it's opposing direction and the foot in it's own. It was a beautiful disfigurement of the man's structure, or at least the way he put it out there; Legend proved himself to be a submission artist more than anything.
14:41:51 [Siege{Chaos}] hmm. . . Seth can get out of this stuff, but it doesn't really seem fair at the moment since a normal person would have a really hard time. I'd say you win.
