Description: A small town in Mexico where three men of very different walks of life converge. The traveler Antoine meets one of the nation's heroes in Griffon Mask and is given a chance to fight the wrestler, but things take a turn when the strange priest Elias joins in as well.
The weather is getting pretty chilly. The atmosphere is, however, quite sunny in order to provide some sort of warmth. This November offers quite a nice day for people to relax. They already finished off their celebration of the Day of the Dead.
Now? It is just doing their normal activities.
Pueblos are about as well as outside vendors. Children are off playing around, running amok in he district.
This small little town is getting a visit from a wandering fighter. This young man is walking from the southern end of the entrance. The young kung-fu artist held a duffelbag over his shoulder. He is surveying the surroundings, smiling over the sights of the children and the people.
"So this is Mexico. This is fascinating to see up close."
The people aren't exactly the richest in this area, but the are all rather friendly and seem to handle their poverty rather well. It is good to see people are able to thrive and be happy when they only get to have the simple things in life. It is nice to wander through a town like this instead of a town like Metro City where many people worry more about who owns the most things instead of their own fellow people. He has only been here a few days, but Elias has already decided to stick around a short while longer.
Elias has already offered some of his earnings from his previous bits of work to help people acquire things such as new pots and pans or replacement tools that were starting to rust and get worn out. In return he has been shown a clean place to stay and while he is a bit of an imposing figure that keeps a very stern look it seems the locals are more than fine with him being around. He has been helpful with performing tasks on top of giving money to the people here and has not shied from getting his hands dirty.
It is moving closer towards evening and the priest has cleaned up and he dressed up in his custom vestments as he calmly walks the streets with hands clasped behind his back and still wearing his darkened glasses despite it not being bright enough to really need them right now. He nods to those that pass them and offer and polite greeting while roaming.
Many wouldn't think that Mexico could -get- chilly, being where it is; the image is that of constant sun. But Mexico -does- have weather, and it -is- chilly. That doesn't seem to affect the man who may have a real name, yet goes only by the name 'Tizoc', at all. He's dressed for a public appearance, meaning he's got on his full garb--the griffon mask, the championship belt, the long wrestling pants in crimson and gold, the boots.
He'd been doing a promotional appearance, prepatory to a wrestling match the next week; outside the wrestling hall, probably one of the largest buildings in the town (it also serves as concert hall and general meeting area), he's lit by the warm glow of the incandescents in the entry way.
A large flock of children are running up to the Griffon Mask; he greets them, kneeling down, handing out things--money in some cases, treats in another, words of encouragement in a third. He's in his element, here, giving back to the people he loves.
It is a pleasant stroll through the streets. Antoine had made his way through to see a nice gathering of people As the young man passes through, Antoine does look over the older churchman. With a respectful bow of the head, "Hello, Father." Then, Antoine passes trough.
Along the way, however, Antoine finds himself towards the largest building, where there is some sort of promotion.
Observing the flock of children running up to the tall wrestler, Antoine cannot help but smile, "Wow. He's pretty large." The young traveler wanders closer to the sight of the children and the large wrestler.
Elias is also moving in the direction to where all the commotion is coming from. His pace is more of a slow one and he just returns the nod to Antoine when the younger man moves past at a quicker pace than that of the priest. He has some mild curiousity as to what might just be going on. He did mention there was going to be a rather popular guest moving through town, but the name Tizoc was not one he was too familiar with. He never was one that kept up with wrestling much or watching televised fighting.
Even among the crowd the Irishman stands out and is taller than most of the people surrounding the wrestler. The man is of impressive size, even larger than Elias for that matter. It was also nice to see the children and the smiles on their faces as they run about and yell at the large masked fighter. Elias leans over to speak with one of the older members in the crowd and they seem to be exchanging whispers before he nods and he straightens back up. For now he seems more than fine at being a spectator and watching the preceedings.
Tizoc, after a few more minutes, rises, his shadow cast long by the angle of the light in the doorway, until he moves away from it, towards the cooler night air. His gaze first falls upon Elias; while Tizoc cannot be said to be a man 'of the cloth', or even a particularly religious individual, that is not to say he doesn't respect them; thus, Elias is greeted with a firm nod and, as Tizoc steps towards him, a low-pitched "Father," in greeting and acknowledgement.
Meanwhile, one of the kids who was surrounding the Griffon Mask seems to have heard Antoine; she pipes up, sounding sternly serious, "Tizoc is the -best-! Don't listen to anyone who tells you that the Red Cyclone is!" She even crosses her arms and stares at Antoine accusingly.
Overhearing that, Tizoc laughs. "Now, now, Juanita. I've fought the Red Cyclone recently, myself. The man is an impressive wrestler, with a true warrior's heart. He is worthy of our respect and admiration."
As one of the children speak out to him, Antoine is brought out of a slight daze. "Huh?" He looks over towards the child who speaks out to him with the serious look on her face. He greets her with a benevolent smile, "I see..." He then frowns slightly, "...I am afraid that I am not sure who the Red Cyclone is..." Then, there is a glance towards the larger man.
"...Though, that would mean that you are a fighter then, I take it, right?" Antoine's demeanor is sincere. While confused, he is quite interested in the wrestler now. After all, being a warrior is always a draw.
The priest gives a nod to Tizoc and he listens to small exchange that is made. It is hard to tell what might be going through the older man's mind given his expression hasn't really changed the entire time. He is considering some things. The Red Cyclone does not ring a bell to Elias as well, but the way that Tizoc is speaking he must be a very impressive warrior if he is able to gain the respect of someone so large that looks to be someone that is a strong warrior as well.
He does give a small chortle of amusement when Antoine decides to ask Tizoc if he is a fighter. "A masked warrior that the people in Mexico revere greatly I am sure." He says to Antoine without really sparing him much of a glance. "The people had mentioned they had a special guest coming into town. I assume you are that man." He gives a slight nod to Tizoc. "It is good to see a man that cares for his people enough to visit even a place like this." All too often people forget where they come from when they gain popularity. It would seem this man is far from that.
He doesn't even have to open his mouth; Sassy Mexican Girl(tm) says it for him. "What, did you just crawl out from under a rock?!? He's -TIZOC-! The Griffon Mask!! The best wrestler in Mexico!!" Boy, if a mask could blush.
"Though I would not put it quite the same way as she did, yes, I am--a wrestler, but I am taking steps onto the world stage," explains the man. To Elias he turns shortly thereafter, and nods. "Many do; I cannot. It is the charge I was given when I accepted my mask. To not honor it would be to dishonor everything I have done and become." He sweeps his right arm outwards, gesturing.
"-They- are why I fight."
There is a bit of uneasiness as the sassy child barks out at him. Antoine takes a step back before the young fighter rubs the back of his head, "...Something like that," He admits to her 'living under a rock'. More like seclusion within a temple all of his life with no knowledge of the outside world.
Yet, when the priest speaks out about him, Antoine offers a nod, and then towards Tizoc. His proclamation of why he fights... it is admirable. Antoine shuts his eyes briefly before he takes it all in.
Re-opening his eyes, he looks directly at Tizoc. "That is admirable, Tizoc." The young fighter speaks out, "...I come traveling the world, seeking to learn of the different cultures." Pause.
"And to meet other fighters. I wish to see the many styles that people present. As such, I wish to have a battle against you."
It is refreshing to hear someone with an outlook like that of Tizoc. He can see why the people in this town admire him and he only wishes there were more people like him. He does sort of move to where he can more easily look between Antoine and Tizoc speak. He is curious to see the much smaller man speak about his travels and then asks to challenge the masked warrior in a fight. Antoine seems like a rather interesting man as well. A young man perhaps still trying to find his purpose in life.
It causes the older man to ponder things over and then he seems to give a nod in agreement with his thoughts. "Well gentlemen. One of you seems to wish to meet other fighters and challenge them and another loves to put on a show for his people." he comments and he slowly rests a hand on the person nearby in front of him and he slowly passes by to step out of the crowd. "If Tizoc does challenge you young man would you both mind if this old man lets himself get involved as well?" he asks while moving to stand with feet slightly apart and hands still clasped behind his back as he awaits the answer from both other fighters. "I am a bit rusty I admit."
Tizoc smiles. "A wandering fighter, eh? That must be an interesting thing to do. And you wish to challenge me, I see..." The man considers it a moment, then nods. "Of course, how can I deny such an earnest request?"
When Elias interjects, Tizoc's brows raise, though of coures that's not exactly visible. "You as well, Father? Very well then..." He turns away, clapping his hands twice, getting the attention of the children. Gathering them close, he whispers to them; they scatter, running off to inform those who aren't there already.
Then Tizoc rises, and gestures to the adobe building that is the main hall of the town. "Gentlemen, shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, he strides into the building, having to duck underneath the top sill of the door to make inside; it is truly a simple building, mainly a wide, long hall, with a ring set up in the middle, and folding chairs all about; Tizoc hops into the ring, bouncing on his feet, and then turning to face the doorway.
"Let's give these people a show they won't soon forget!"
"I suppose you could say that," Antoine admits about being a wandering fighter. The young African-Chinese man offers a chuckle. He furrows his eyebrow, looking over towards Tizoc while he considers the request.
However, when Elias interjects, the young man blinks unexpectedly, then he offers a brighter smile, "I would not mind that, Father. It would be an honor if you would join us." Antoine looks over towards Tizoc and now Elias.
The children are running off, likely to spread the word.
As the wrestler leads them into the building, Antoine cannot help but to marvel the interior, "Wow... this is gargantuan. ...Almost like the Colosseum." He furrows his eyebrow, then he wanders further inside.
"A show that they won't forget..." He smiles, "It'd liven their spirits. I'd be down for that."
The priest just nods and he lets the other two fighters pass by before following them into the building. He gazes around the room showing much less reaction of awe than Antoine does. Of course he is impressed, but he is also past the stage of standing around with mouth agape at everything he sees. He stops outside the ring and he unclasps his hands to hold them together at chest height in front of him as he murmurs something under his breath. The only word that can really be heard is 'Amen'.
He then goes to climb into the ring and he smoothes out his vestments for a brief moment before taking a deep breath and letting the muscles in his arms tense up and he slaps a fist in against an open palm. It looks like the vestments have also been tailored to leave Elias' broad back exposed as muscles tense and flex there as well. "I am sure they will truely enjoy this no matter what given their hero is involved." he replies and he shifts his stance with hands raised a bit, almost looking something of a stance a boxer might take.
COMBATSYS: Elias has started a fight here.
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The crowd is gathering, the murmur going up in volume as people take seats. One enterprising young man goes into the light booth and turns on the stage lighting, illuminating the ring in bright white; another couple people are setting up refreshments--sodas, chips, more exotic things, free of charge. That's the kind of people they are, this village such a rarity. It warms the heart.
Tizoc turns, as Elias climbs into the ring, nodding at the priest's build--a closer look reveals that the 'old man' may not be as rusty as he proclaims, his back certainly belying some of that talk; the boxing stance is noted as well, as Tizoc raises his own hands, palms flat, feet widening a little.
Now all they need is Antoine.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc has joined the fight here.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elias
It is actually even more surprising when the old priest reveals that he hasn't really lost his touch. When he does climb onto the ring and reveal the muscles underneath the vestments, Antoine whistles. "Impressive." Antoine notes, then he runs over towards the ring.
He turns to see the crowd gather, people passing out snacks and what not. The young man's smile grows, then he extends his arms out for a stretch. He moves over towards the corner, releasing the duffelbag to the ground.
Next, Antoine moves to the middle of the ring, then he extends his right fist out to be covered by the left palm. Both eyes shutting, Antoine leans forward with a bow, and then he extends his right leg forward and both arms up.
"Ready."
COMBATSYS: Antoine has joined the fight here.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Antoine
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Elias 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tizoc has joined the fight here on the top side.
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Tizoc 0|-------|-------
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Antoine 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elias
Elias seems to be sizing up both men during this time. He doesn't know anything at all other than some obvious conclusions most people could come to. He is sure Tizoc is very much a power fighter while Antoine is more of an uncertainty. He is the smallest of three, but often size isn't what makes a fighter dangerous. He will have to think the young fighter is going to be one built more for speed. He just gives a nod in thanks for the compliment made by Antoine. "I am ready as well. Good luck to you both."
He begins to let his feet move to allow him to circle around the ring to get ready for an attack taht might come from either side. He looks like he will hang back for now and see just what the other two might do right now. His expression still has not changed and he seems to be keep patient if he is going to be dealing with two seperate opponents.
COMBATSYS: Elias focuses on his next action.
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Antoine 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elias
Indeed, size is rarely what determines danger. Though the psychological impact of being a large fighter does help, it does not guarantee a win. With Elias sizing them both up, and the crowd noise starting to rise, Tizoc thinks for a moment--then charges for Antoine. Already the crowd is cheering, just because the fight is on, as Tizoc crosses the ring, his heavy footsteps making the ropes shake; he reaches Antoine's position, and lashes out with backhand cut, a knifehand blow aimed to take Antoine right about head level.
While this is just an exhibition match, Tizoc doesn't believe in giving anything less than his best--win or lose--and he doesn't hold back, even on younger fighters. If it became obvious that Antoine didn't really belong in the ring, that would be one thing--but this is about testing Antoine's skills and his resolve.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc successfully hits Antoine with Strong Punch.
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Antoine 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Elias
And... the fight begins. Antoine had sought to deal with either the priest or the wrestler. One of the two would be coming forth. However, the priest is getting ready, so that leaves the wrestler charging at him.
Both eyes widen before he brings both of his arms up and he sways his head away to get away from the fist. However, the calculation was misjudged. Instead, he meets the knife-hand right at the temple. It's rather jarring to feel a powerful hand strike the head. The impact sends Antoine's head reeling to the other side, twisting and turning before he smacks into the ground.
He grimaces to himself, staggering slightly before he coughs up bit. "Nnggh..." Rubbing his head, Antoine gets back up to his feet and he lunges towards Tizoc. His legs cross to the side as his arm are brought together. As he presses off of the back leg, both arms extend out to each side. The main side seeks to slam against the larger man's abdomen.
Tizoc is the hero in this while fight so it is only fair that he would be the one to start off this fight. Just as expected he looks like he is nothing but raw power the way he strikes Antoine and punishes the young fighter. It will be interesting to see what Antoine can do in this sort of situation. He has to be the most inexperienced which might also mean he is the most hungry to show his strengths. It is always interesting to watch some of the young fighters to see what happens. He has seen many give up early. It isn't exactly the most friendly of hobbies and only those truely good at it can make a profession out of it.
Of course there are men like Elias. He has learned to fight over many years, but he has managed to keep himself off the map. He wants to be known for what he does as a priest afterall. Of course he has considered fighting for some prize cash. He would be able to help open more shelters that way.
He decides to finally make his move as he begins to move forward. The ring isn't exactly that big and with three men already inside of it there isn't a long distance to close in. The priest steps forward and he brings his own fist back to see just how durable the mighty Griffon Mask is. He doesn't waste motion at all and he steps forward and brings that large fist of his to slam into the side of the large wrestler.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc blocks Elias' Strong Punch.
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Antoine 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Elias
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Tizoc with Moving the Mountain.
- Power hit! -
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Antoine 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Elias
Tizoc hears and feels Elias coming; half-turning, he brings a forearm up, deflecting the punch away from his face. But that leaves him quite open for Antoine's counterattack; though for Antoine it's like hitting a wall of meat, he does manage to make Tizoc stumble! The man recovers his footing moments later, and nods approvingly to Antoine.
"Well done! I can see you've taken your training seriously!" Though he's not possessed of a great deal of speed, Tizoc manages to get a good backhop going--hurling himself into the ropes to get some added momentum--and then he's running forward, aiming to clothesline Elias right under the jaw, the Griffon Mask moving with determined purpose.
His eyes drift over towards Elias, who had finally came out of the back end of things. Looks like he finally decided to make his presence known. Antoine will have to keep watch of the priest.
It is when Tizoc takes the incoming strike, Antoine adds enough force to make a stumble. After all, the technique's ability relies on striking even the most sturdy things. When Tizoc compliments Antoine, the young man smiles, "Thank you. The style is Chongquan." The traditional fighter then brings himself back into his stance.
A blink is made when Tizoc bounces from the ropes towards the priest. In turn, Antoine springs over towards the air, seeking to come down towards Tizoc's head with a heel to the temple.
COMBATSYS: Elias endures Tizoc's Poseidon Wave.
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Antoine 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Elias
It doesn't land as intended, but it is enough that gets an idea of just how much power in his strikes will be needed to put any sort of dent into the large wrestler. It looks like the strike was a distracting one, though. It allows Antoine land a rather powerful hit that causes the priest to chortle lightly again. "The young man seems rather spry." he comments to Tizoc even as that large fighter comes forward. The priest plants his feet and the impact still knocks him back several steps, but doesn't seem to manage to keep him off his feet. Now he has a good idea just how powerful his strikes are as well which should be helpful.
He starts to look like he is about to strike Tizoc once again, but his gaze shifts and he watches Antoine as he starts to aim another strike at Tizoc. Instead Elias switches his target and decides to see what Antoine might do when the priest reaches to grasp the man by his top and pick him up. He doesn't strike with his other fist, though. The hand that seeks to grasp Antoine erupts in flame. One that seems to seep deep into the fighter and drain him of his energy. If he manages to grasp Antoine he will toss him away after keeping his grip just for a few mere moments.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc blocks Antoine's Light Kick.
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Antoine 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Elias
Tizoc turns, raising a forearm again; Antoine's heel impacts where Elias's fist did, causing further bruising damage to the arm. But he's used to it. He disengages from Antoine and Elias, seeing the elder priest going in for his own attempt on Antoine--a far flashier attempt, truth be told, than what Tizoc could manage at the moment. Being an honorable warrior -and- a gentleman, The Griffon Mask waits his turn--that is, whether Antoine is tossed away by the Father or if he manages some sort of defense, it won't be until after he's dealt with that that he will have Tizoc bearing down on him, seeking to take him by the right arm--and hurl him into the ropes across the way, charging forward to meet him, should he be successful, and pick him up for a classic pro wrestling bodyslam!
COMBATSYS: Antoine just-defends Elias' Hell or Heaven!
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Antoine 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Elias
COMBATSYS: Antoine fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Tizoc with Splitting the Earth.
> Determined Hit! <
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Antoine 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Elias
The heel actually collides with Tizoc's arm, which sends Antoine bouncing back from the attempt. As he twists back, the young man then sees that the priest is about to reach out to him. This was actually expected, believe it or not. When the priest attempts to grab the young man, Antoine immediately reaches over towards the shoulders of the man, seeking to grasp out before he pushes both of his arms outward.
This gives him leverage in pushing out from Elias while maintaining a guard from the impacting strike.
He releases hold of the priest, now flying towards Tizoc. He rolls his body forward to an aerial descent, his body twisting before both legs seek to slam towards Tizoc. However, he is instead reached out by the leg and he is hurled towards the ropes...
"Gnnn!" His eyes widen as he finds himself flying to the rope and back to meet with...
Tizoc.
He is grabbed for classic bodyslams. THe impact to the ground releases a resounding thud. He can literally feel his heart jump and the aches of the body. "Sssshhh....."
An interesting turn events ends up happening in a way the priest was not predicting. It seems Antoine can handle being attacked from both sides easily enough at first. Elias is impressed up until the point that the inexperience shows and Antoine can't finish what he was trying to do. Tizoc manhandles the smallest of the three fighters quite easily and the priest is left taking a few steps back to consider what he shall do. "You are a very impressive warrior. You make a good champion of your people." he tells the wrestler.
He doesn't spend time saying much more. He already wasted breath in telling Tizoc something he already knew. He moves in again this time aiming to strike at Tizoc again. This time he feints a quick jab and instead the priest brings his foot upwards and he thrusts it forward. His large foot aims high enough to slam into the stomach of Tizoc with surprising force. If anything Antoine at least gets a moment's break to recollect himself.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Elias with Griffon Tower.
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Antoine 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Elias
Rising from the bodyslam, Tizoc finds himself immediately on the defensive, with Elias coming in for that feint jab-to-kick combination--and the kick, that catches him offguard. He was expecting something more of a pure boxer; hadn't expected the big man to use his feet so. But even with that possibility not considered, Tizoc isn't left completely flat-footed; he begins to turn, to let the kick glance off, so that he can lunge inside Elias's range.
But it's a gamble that doesn't pay off--the kick slams solidly into Tizoc's stomach, and that, along with his own momentum, fold him over it, hurling him backwards, off his feet, to land against the ropes; the big man wraps an arm around them, quickly, to avoid being hurled into Elias's path again, at least in an uncontrolled manner.
Daaammniitt...
Antoine is rolling over towards his back, groaning a bit as he takes a deep breath. He winces to himself, trying as hard as he can to catch his breath and develop a second wind. That slam took a lot out of him. Not only that, but there are two other fighters on the move.
As such, Antoine is trying his hardest to step back to his feet and recompose himself. After a bit of coughing, he manages to get another deep breath and then he mentally prepares himself, "Nnggh.."
COMBATSYS: Antoine gains composure.
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Antoine 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Elias
While the stance is similar to that of what a boxer may use there are a few differences. His footwork is one. The fact that he also looks like he doesn't mind to grapple as well would be another factor showing that he is more than fine with improvising when he needs. In fact a good kick like that when the opponent doesn't expect it is the perfect reason why he should use it. That foot comes down quickly after snapping off that kick and the priest backs up a few steps to assess the situation again as he looks between Tizoc and Antoine.
He holds a hand while whispering something under his breath. A single finger extends to where a flame gathers on it as his gaze falls upon Antoine once again. "You are doing quite well. You should not feel ashamed no matter what the result at this point." he calmly tells Antoine and his hand that created the flame splays quickly. The fire erupts larger into a ring that surrounds his hands and continues to grow. he pulls his hand back and then shoves it palm forward towards Antoine, sending that ring of fire forwards to slam into the younger fighter.
"Indeed, the Father is correct. You've made quite a showing for yourself, already!" Encouraging words from The Griffon Mask, and, as Elias hurls the ring of fire towards Antoine, Tizoc feels, bound as he is by his own personal code of honor, that to follow that ring in towards Antoine would be wrong. Thus, he keeps his attentions on the priest with the powerful kick, circling around maybe a quarter of a circle before lunging forward.
As he does so, he attempts to slip his arms around Elias at the waist, to trap his arms and force him to endure the repeated squeezings of a powerul bearhug, after which Tizoc will, the better to keep everything important in view, turn roughly towards Antoine and then release Elias with a swift kick to the chin for his troubles.
COMBATSYS: Elias successfully hits Antoine with Holy Flare.
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Antoine 1/--=====/=======|======-\-------\0 Elias
It doesn't come too much of a shock to see that the Father is manifesting the chi. At least, not anymore. This could be due to the fact that Antoine is still trying to regain himself. The young fighter tiredly lifts a smile to the compliment, "Thank you..." Then, he urrows his eyebrow, "But don't..." The young man lunges towards the Father when he extends the ring of fire towards his direction.
The flames erupt around the young fighter, causing him to scream out in pain before he staggers back. Sizzling noises stir before he whisks the chi around him. "...Don't count me out yet..."
He grits his teeth, then he lunges towards the father. As he seeks to close the distance, he immediately swings his right leg out towards the Father's head, then he spins low to use the same foot to sweep.
The main maneuver, however, comes in the form of the chi that ignites from his body. Surge of blue lightning travels around his form. Then, as the hands draw back, the electricity builds up. "....Shhh...."
Then, he lunges forward with his left leg, using the left arm to deliver a powerful thrust towards the Father. His feet plant to the ground, releasing an explosion that resonantes along the mat, "SHHHHOUUUU!!!" The impact will release a burst of lightning.
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Elias with Perfect Storm EX.
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Antoine 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Elias
COMBATSYS: Elias fails to interrupt Gri-Hug EX from Tizoc with Maximum Delirium EX.
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Antoine 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Elias
So interesting how this is turning out. Even with two men looking to be turning their attention on Elias at the same time the priest doesn't seem to falter. There is no frown, there is no grin. It is that same passive expression as he shifts his stance more to a defensive one before stepping forward towards Antoine and and Tizoc. That kick from Antoine is the first thing to nail Elias squarely with enough power it is a surprise his glasses don't go flying off. He steps forward even as the blast of chi slams into him, slowing his movement. His hand used to create that ring of fire moments ago is aglow with flame again as he makes no attempt to move out of Tizoc's grip.
The pain of the squeeze is more than he bargained for and it causes Elias to lose his concentration fast enough that his flame is extinguished. There is a grunt of discomfort as muscles flex in response and he attempts to break from of the grip only to get discarded and another boot slams into his face. The impact of that second blow knocks Elias back and he is taken off his feet as he lands on his back in one of the ring's corners. "Interesting indeed." he finally says and he starts to rise to his feet once again. "I am glad to be part of this."
Tizoc cries, "I'm glad to hear it, friend!" Of course, he's moving even as he does shout that, moving for Antoine. The kid must have expended a bunch of energy on that shot to Elias; besides, Tizoc's focused on the priest enough for now. Antoine requires... attention.
And it is attention he shall get, as Tizoc closes in on the wandering fighter--then does something rather... odd. Throwing his arms back, Tizoc actually lunges for the younger fighter--beak first!! Now, were he to tilt his head back, he might be catching Antoine with the curved, wickedly sharp beaktip, but instead, he's looking to beak-butt Antoine three times in rapid succession.
It is, quite probably, Tizoc's oddest technique, and one that his enemies have called 'The Chicken Wing'--but it has served him well in the past, and perhaps here as well.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc knocks away Antoine with Strong Punch!
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Antoine 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Elias
There is the impact made on Elias. Antoine had used his strongest technique on the priest. Yet, the man is quite strong to have survived the blow. He's not too worried about the older man,s ince he has shown that he can take care of himself. Now, when Tizoc makes his way to deal with him...
Antoine gets ready for the man as he seeks to devote quality time with him. Lifting his guard up, Antoine's eyes narrow as he prepares to take the incoming blow with his arms. Yet, the larger man actually breaks through his defenses with the break, "What the---HHGGHH!!" THe break slams against Antoine rapidly...
....Antoine was slammed so hard that he is flung right out of the ring, hopefully someone is going to catch him. ...Unfortunately, while Antoine has the strength to use another technique... The distance is far too great for him to try to use it.
As he starts to fall into the crowd, he finally lets go and falls limp.
COMBATSYS: Antoine takes no action.
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Elias 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Antoine can no longer fight.
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Elias 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Tizoc has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Elias 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Tizoc
The young one has potential. That strike would would probably fell much weaker men, but Elias has spent years of training and endured hardships that have made him a tough egg to crack. Despite looking a bit worse for wear he manages to remain composed and not show just how much parts of his body are bothering him right now. That powerful hug has cracked a few ribs, but they will heal. He can ignore the pain for awhile at least a bit longer.
He watches the exchange between the two fighters and once again Tizoc shows his might by slamming into the already tired Antoine and seeming to defeat him. "A few years and it will be interesting to see how he turns out." the priest muses aloud and he turns his attention to Tizoc. "Well then, Griffon Mask. Shall we keep going or do you think the people had a good enough show?" he asks and while he seems to relax slightly he looks to be keeping his guard up enough in case Tizoc wishes to continue.
COMBATSYS: Elias gains composure.
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Elias 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Tizoc
Antoine is most certainly caught by the crowd; they lower him to the floor, where one checks the young man over--no doctor, but a weather-worn, middle-aged woman, who knows as much as any good doctor might, in the practical. She gives Tizoc a thumbs up, and the crowd bursts into applause for the young man's valiant showing. Tizoc nods approvingly, then turns to the Father.
With deliberate strides, he crosses the ring to offer his right hand to Elias. "I believe we ought to call it here. There are more important things to do now--such as make sure the young caballero is alright--and to fete him for a fine performance indeed! Will you stay to help with that, Father?" An open invitation, of course, to the festivities that are sure to ensue.
There is a moment's thought before the priest gives a nod. "I could not turn down an invitiation such as that. It would be an insult." While he perhaps isn't the nicest looking of fellows and the lack of a smile is unsettling at least Elias is very polite and has at least some ettiquette that has been retained since his youth. He eases up fully and he moves to climb out of the ring. It was a fine workout for him that allowed him to deal with a style he is not used to along with getting to meet some new blood. He could have perhaps went a bit more easy on Antoine, but if he wishes to be a fighter there is no reason to coddle him.
For Antoine he is at least offered a place to stay for the night in the same hostel that Elias himself is staying at once the current festivities will end. It is the least the priest can offer to the youth for allowing the fighter to feel a bit younger himself for a short time. Tizoc he has little to offer other than thanks and the support from the priest if it is ever needed for some reason. It is a small gift in comparison to the joy and admiration the people of the town offer to Tizoc of course.
Log created on 19:45:30 11/08/2010 by Elias, and last modified on 00:19:29 11/09/2010.