Description: Ahoy!! The Dread Pirate Blood invades the good ship HMS SNF, and it's up to Xian and Mr. Jones to defend it! But can they stand against Spanish Steel?? (Winners: Xian and Mr. Jones)
The sky is clear and the ocean is relatively quiet. Aboard the mock boat set up to look like a Spanish galleon the crew has done its best to set up cameras at every angle to catch the action while officials are in a smaller boat not too far away to keep an eye on things in case they are needed. Of course Mr. Jones and Xian have been ordered below deck as things are being finished up and the other competitor is brought up on deck. That said competitor is Laurence Blood, a man that is not often seen outside of Strolheim. Not because he doesn't venture out, but because the people he usually deals with aren't left alive to talk about seeing the Spanish matador.
He is dressed up in attire more befitting a privateer over pirate, but far be it for anyone to argue with him. The outfit is done up in the reds and blues of his usual fighting attire and even his red cape is draped over an arm as he stads on deck over the dummy of what is supposed to be the captain of the two other fighters. He seems calm and relaxed as he waits for officials to begin and says nothing while his gaze remains fixed on where the other two fighters will come from.
The final preparations are made and soon the bell is heard by Xian and Mr. Jones to signal the fight is about to start as the cameras begin rolling.
It -is- a beautiful day, well... belowdecks, Xian's been getting ready for her appearance in this Saturday Night Fight. When the competitors are released to go abovedecks, Xian comes up with the proper costuming in place. That is to say--she has on a fraying, grey homespun tunic, black homespun pants that are belted with a black leather belt and cuffed at the ankles, and low-slung boots. Her purple hair is covered by a red bandanna, and she has, as befits her 'station' as a deckhand, carrying a long broom/deck swab.
She runs up onto the deck and, well, why not? She's playing a part isn't she? Brandishes the deck swab, mop-end first, at Blood. Of course, the stance she takes up as part of that is less pirate and more Kung Fu Warrior, but that's just a little detail. And then she looks back for her partner for this fight.
It's good to be in the spot light again! Man, despite everything he says about living humbly and sticking to traditions and whatever, Mr. Jones loves fame and acting in movies; especially when he can show off his fighting skills at the same time! This contract couldn't have come at a better time when he's carrier was recovering from the earlier movie busts and he's been out in the streets keeping them clean and letting himself be known again. He must have caught the eye of a good director after his last match and he aims to do a good job in this opportunity, like he always does.
Now granted, Mr. Jones is kind of a one trick man, he is known for his martial arts movies and that's it. Being a pirate--well, it's hard to pull off with his hair style and his bombastic personality but he'll see what he can do. Emerging from below deck along with his pardna', Mr Jones is wearing a red bandanna, white shirt, ragged brown pants and is going at it barefoot. Inevitably however instead of keeping in character like Xian and Blood he comes rushing up deck whirling some nunchucks, although at least fits enough when he stands right next to Xian and adopts a similar Jeet Kune Do stance showing they both know Kung Fu.
The Spaniard waits patiently and when both appear and look ready to fight he takes a moment to look at both with a bit of a thoughtful look. He had observed both fight when they were at Strolheim and they do seem to have very raw potential from what he could figure out. Of course Mr. Jones did impress well and he does have a training date with Krauser in the near future. It would seem his potential can be properly gauged when that happens. Of course Blood will be sure to get to find out just how good the afro'd fighter is today as well and let Krauser know what to expect.
"So glad to see you both are here." he says while giving a bit of a smile and he gives a bow before motioning to the limp body of what was the captain. "As you can see you may want to jump ship, but then again. Where is the fun in that?" he asks and he shifts his stance as he raises one arm behind him while the one with the cape draped on it is held at about chest level. He gives a snap of his fingers and before the two know it, the spaniard is upon them as he gives a florish of his cape at Xian. Of course the pair may notice the flash of steel of something under the cape that will leave a cut across the woman if she doesn't think fast. What is a pirate without a sword afterall?
COMBATSYS: Blood has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Xian has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones has left the fight here.
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Blood 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Xian
COMBATSYS: MrJones has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits Xian with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Xian isn't nearly foolish enough to think that Blood's wielding a fake, or blunt-edged sword--so when the sword is drawn, Xian prepares herself to be receiving some injuries. It -is- one of the advnatages a weapon user has over a non-weapon fighter, like herself. Still, she has to try to blunt the attack, somehow--and she figures that maybe the mop she has will do the job.
Unfortunately, it -is- just a prop, and she stumbles back, holding a cleanly sliced prop mop, before she realizes that she's cut, and badly. She doesn't even make a sound, just tenses as the pain explodes through her, a bloody furrow carved across her abdomen. "Hhh...!!" Well, so much for -that-. But she can't just stand there and be a pincushion, right? She can handle pain, and she does, after a moment. The whole process takes moments, and then she's returning the favor, in a way, as she throws herself into an arched backflip, the toes of her feet aimed to tag Blood under the chin--and engulfed in blazing, orange-yellow fire chi, carving an arc through the air that'll dissipate moments later.
Another thing to mention is that Mr. Jones also has his freaking shades still on. Does he like to make a fool out of himself or does he really don't know what he's doing? Having shown on off in Krauser's arena earlier or not, Jones looks as goofy as ever as he goes to twirl his nunchucks about meeting the Spaniards challenge. "Prepare yourself! pirate-san" Wait that made no sense "I mean arrr matie, going to get keel hauled...hmm." Yep, he has no idea how to act like a pirate, they're not exactly full with the funk if you know what I mean. Before he can say 'line' however, Blood is coming at them with a sword and slicing up his partner a little. "Woa! That thing is real!" Surprise surprise! It's a good thing that he himself got some proper nunchucks, trusting his control well enough to know he won't hurt anyone too bad if he doesn't want to, though he's reconsidering that.
"Okay, screw this. WASHOOO!!" Back to the good ol' martial art self. No one hits a pretty lady in his presence even if she can defend herself! Mr. Jones comes over to Blood's oblique angle while Xian is attacking him from the front and swings his nunchuck down towards the back of his leg to injure his mobility.
COMBATSYS: Blood dodges Xian's Blazing Moon.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Blood with Gaudy Punch.
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It seems the element of surprise works out for Blood as he manages to get his strike in before the other two are fully prepared. "Ahh, of course it is. I am not one to use a prop." he comments in response to what Jones says to him. The sword of course seems to be gone and the cape resting over his arm again for the time being as he takes a step back and leans away from the strike that Xian attempts to hit him with. He also starts to move to kick that leg up that Jones was aiming at, but the nunchuck manages to hit the leg which makes the Spaniard adjust his momentum as he jumps upwards and grabs ahold of a nearby rope with a hand and swing upwards.
He releases that rope and his attention seems to shift to Jones in the process. As he twirls about in the air he turns into a human missile that spins through the air with both fists extended. It is something similar to what the evil Shadaloo mastermind does for an attack only minus the purple psychopower. Instead it is just sheer momentum and physical prowess propelling him forward right into Mr. Jones' chest. "Well if you wanted my attention you should have just asked, sir."
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Blood's Bloody Spin!
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Blood 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Xian
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Whiffed--but not counterattacked. Xian completes her backflip, the fire dissipating in her wake. Mr. Jones turns out to be quite the chivalrous man, though Xian finds herself only mildly annoyed at it--it's not like she isn't a fighter! But whatever, she'll take advantage of the time to make sure she isn't bleeding from anything terribly bad.
Finding she isn't, she straightens up and then launches herself -right- back into the fray, yelling a sharp, defiant battle cry as she takes a leap and hurls herself into a spinning, flying side kick, from Blood's right, aiming to impact the heel of her foot into the back of his head--as if she were performing a heel sweep, only, in midair, the heel scything through the air.
"Mr. Jones, be careful! He really knows how to use that thing!" she shouts. Well, it's not as if there's going to be any sort of surprise factor -now-, is there? Battle is joined.
"I hear ya girl!" For all of Mr. Jones goofiness, he's quite quick on the uptake and looks up to see Blood swing himself to the ship's mast and gain the upper ground momentarily. "You should go get yourself one of them oars or somethin' if ya break the front part I bet you can use it as a Bo staff." He's pretty certain those things ain't props "Better than letting this foo' get you beat on range."
Then Blood takes a dive right for him! Causing Mr. Johnny Jones to assume a defensive Jeet Kune Do stance twirling his chucks in the process. "Son!!" Just as the double fist strike is about to connect to his chest, the afro martial artist brings the chain of his nunchuck violently to one side to forcefully redirect Blood's charge away from his chest. This also means he has his wide open for a counter. "Don't'choo mess with me! SHOOOO!" He swings his fist right at his face to sandwhich Blood's cranium between his knuckles and Xian's heel.
COMBATSYS: Blood blocks MrJones' Retro Knuckle.
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COMBATSYS: Blood dodges Xian's Medium Kick.
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Even despite finding out Mr. Jones is more prepared for the attack than expected there is a small grin still playing over the feagures of Blood. His momentum is stopped and he gives one last spin before both feet touch on the ground lightly and he straightens up. He doesn't have much time to prepare, though given he finds himself in a bit of a pincher attack from both fighters. It starts to show why Blood was chosen to fight on his own, though. He is a fighter that can deal with odds like this. His hand catches the punch in a hand and ducks low to avoid the kick aimed at him all the while letting go of Jones' fist as he rolls forward and away from the pair.
"Oh I have not begun to mess with you just yet." he says with a chuckle at the comments made by Jones. "I am just having some fun. Hope you both are!" he comments while the arm holding the cape snaps forward, the cape itself wrapping around his wrist then extending outwards as there is a flash of steel again as it seems the way the cape twisted it is keeping the hild in place and giving him a bit more range of his strike as he twirls it in three full circles before snapping the cape back into place. The intention does seem to try to keep Xian on her toes while he decides how to properly deal with Jones. It seems the man maybe a weirdo, but he does seem to be a talented one.
COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits Xian with Bloody Mixer.
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Blood 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Xian
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Blood is second only to the master of Strolheim himself. While not as public a figure as some, that very fact alone tells Xian how in over her head she is. But she wouldn't be here if she didn't want to test her skills--to improve them--by facing those who are stronger than her. Still, it's a little disheartening to be manhandled so easily--but, well, she has to chalk it up to the much greater experience that Blood has, in the fighting arena. It isn't necessarily a reflection on her own abilities.
That doesn't mean the cuts don't hurt any less, and she staggers back again, her costume far more tattered than even when she got it. "Nnh... you don't disappoint, Mr. Blood... I knew those of the House of Strolheim were strong." Hell, she seems to be grinning, even through the pain.
But now she has a little mission of sorts, for herself--to lay a hit on Blood. Any one single hit and she'll feel accomplished. To that end, she rushes in again, heedless, snapping off a flurry of quick punches--heedless of the nature of that sharp, sharp blade.
Mr. Jones' eyes boggle out of his shades when he sees that attack, is that guy really swinging a rapier using a cape? And it's effective!? "Holy freak--look out!!" But he winces, he sees the blade hit Xian and makes a face as he didn't expect her to be able to dodge, heck, in all honesty he's not sure /he/ could have dodge that himself, never having seen an attack quite like that.
Fortunately, when it comes to weird no one beats Mr. Jones and he rushes alongside Xian to continue the attack, though he grimaces when the girl ignores him and opts to keep attacking with her fists "Girl! I said get yourself something to attack with!" Kids! Oh well. Mr. Jones jumps high up over both Xian and Blood, clearing over their heads and bounces off the ship's mast. Coming down towards Blood, aiming to land on his shoulders and injure his collar bone with a flurry of kicks. "ATATATATATATATATATATA!!!
COMBATSYS: Blood dodges MrJones' Bicycle Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Blood parries Xian's Aggressive Strike!
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That grin becomes bigger at hearing Xian's words. "Krauser would certainly not allow a slouch to be second in command." he responds along with giving another bow. Of course even if he takes the time to do that seems almost mocking them in a way. Shouldn't he remain prepared for when they attack? It seems he is certainly prepared and he isn't even in his fighting stance when Jones comes in from above and Xian comes rushing forward towards him. He catches one of Xian's fists when she strikes and he then pulls her forward and then to the right as he uses the momentum to swing himself out of the way of Jones before releasing. "Ahh, thank you for the help."
It seems Xian's reward might be the fact she at least isn't on the recieving end of Blood's blade for once. Instead the Spaniard lunges forward towards Jones before he gets too much time to recover from his missed attack. The cape rustles and seems to wrap itself along Blood's saber once more as he comes forward to jab it forward right for Mr. Jones' chest. He can't leave the man unchecked for long or else it is just going to be bad news for the matador turned fighter.
Xian stumbles forward, pulled off-balance--then she turns and shakes her head, ruefully. Focus, Xian, -focus-! "Of course he wouldn't!" By the time she turns, Blood is already going past her as he heads for Mr. Jones, and Xian isn't all that copacetic about attacking someone from behind--so rather than do -that-, she takes off on a quick run, arcing around the pair to get into Blood's frontal cone of vision--probably not, tactically, the best thing to do, but it's how she was taught.
That done, she can't get there in time to defend Mr. Jones, but she can help retaliate for him, driving forward and thrusting her hands out--not to hit Blood, but to bring him in range of the explosion of fire chi, the brief globe of energy that bursts into existence--hopefully around him.
COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits MrJones with Bloody Sabre EX.
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Mr Jones' ends up hitting nothing but the wooden floor of the ship. It cracks slightly due to the force of the landing, but he wasn't trying to kick a hole through the thing and comes to a full stop soon after on the slightly sunken surface. "Oh boy!" Jones has to step out of the spot where he landed in order to reassume his fighting stance and this time costs him! He can't swing his nunchuck fast enough to deflect the saber and though he ends up hitting the blade, it doesn't move the trajectory enough and the tip of the saber digs into him before he can move out of the way completely. "Dang yo!" It rips through his white shirt leaving a trail of blood flying in the air "Good thing I bought this at the thrift shop." He's heard mumbling and it seems he's more worried about his clothes getting messed up that almost gotten stabbed in the chest.
It's naught but a flesh wound though and Mr. Jones is soon back in action pretending that didn't just happened. The martial artist grabs his nunchuck with both hands and does a forward somersault placing the chain of his nunchuck right under the matador's chin. Then as he lands right behind him, the chain still wrapped around his neck, Jones pushes forward with the momentum of his flip to Judo toss Blood right over him and directly towards the chi blast, courtesy of Xian.
COMBATSYS: Blood blocks MrJones' Toss to Ground.
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COMBATSYS: Blood blocks Xian's Dragon's Claw.
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A powerful strike, but it doesn't seem to be slowing Jones down too much. If anything at least he knows he can find a way through the man's defenses. Of course it seems that he is running out of luck on keeping himself out of the way from all the attacks being thrown his way. The Spaniard as to think fast and he raises his caped arm to somewhat protect himself from the blast of energy that erupts from Xian's palm as he steps back. He only finds himself backing into Mr Jones who he has to struggle with to keep from getting himself yanked down onto the ground. Ending up off his feet at this point would be a very bad thing.
In the scuffle with trying to get free of the grip of Jones he snaps a quick kick in the direction of Xian to at least try to push her away as he finally slips free from the afro'd fighter and straightens himself up. "Hmm, you two are proving to be quite a workout." he comments and he takes a deep breath and readies himself once again. Perhaps it is time to start taking this a bit more seriously. He can't let himself get caught between something like that again.
COMBATSYS: Xian effortlessly blocks Blood's Light Kick.
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Blood occupies Xian with the kick, but it's these moments of brief brilliance that started her on this path; she slips the blow, the impact deflected on her forearms, allowing her to stay inside Blood's reach rather than be pushed away, to continue the attack. And, since she -is- in close, she can attempt something risky, hoping the distance will keep Blood from being able to react in time. She swivels half-away from Blood...
Then turns and snaps her right leg around in a high roundhouse, her foot blazing with that orange-yellow fire as she brings it around for Blood's face. It isn't an attack made in anger, of course; if he manages to get a look at her face--or if any cameras do--they'll see an expression of utter determination on her visage.
Mr. Jones slides back after Blood manages to break free from his grip and as he twirls his nunchucks around he finds himself smirking despite the blood running down his chest. "Yeah dawg, you ain't too shabby yourself." For some reason, even with Jones bubbly personality, he can't bring himself to like this guy. There's something evil about him and evil is definitely not cool with him, the way that he so casually cuts them both gives out all kinds of bad vibes.
Still, the show must go on! Mr. Jones slides sideways to flank Blood again, following Xian's rhythm rather than impose his own, kid needs to learn to do her own thing. Besides she's a great distraction as he finds out when she easily deflects the kick thrown at her and swings her own towards the man's face. This gives a great opportunity to Jones who takes advantage that Blood may be a little preoccupied with the attack coming to the jaw and he strikes low, swinging his nunchacku at his ribs! "WASHAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Xian successfully hits Blood with Dragon Blossom Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Blood dodges MrJones' Funky Impact.
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Strange how one miscalculation can change things about. For Xian it is her moment of victory when Blood is actually caught a bit off guard by the way she handles his kick and counterstrikes. At that moment the Spaniard feels her foot slam across his face and he is sent staggering and reeling for a moment and somehow finding his wits about him to avoid Jones when he comes in for the kill. The weapon strikes nothing but air as the matador manages to keep himself on his feet and he does a quick leap back to put some seperation between himself and the two.
"Hmm, well I suppose it is that time." he says while he reaches up to run his hand over his hair to put it back into place. He straightens back up as his hand reaches into his cape and he bends some at the knees. That is when he becomes a blur as he dashes forward, his sabre coming out from its hiding place as he ends up taking a quick dash right towards Xian. The blade becomes a flurry, several strikes that could tear a person to ribbons, but more precise to where it leaves several cuts in areas that would not result in anything fatal. Not at all the kind of reward she was probably hoping for in managing to hit him finally.
COMBATSYS: Xian fails to counter Sabre Dance EX from Blood with Blazing Dragon Moon.
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COMBATSYS: Xian can no longer fight.
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Blood 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 MrJones
She scored her hit--but the problem is, she stayed close in. The smartest move would have been to just get the hell out of Dodge, to borrow a phrase. But, no one can say that she doesn't meet her fate bravely; she doesn't turn, she doesn't flee. In fact, she even steps a little into the oncoming sabre dance, looking for that one-in-a-million chance...
But despite her greatest wishes, it isn't there--the man is fast, precise, and strong. The cuts explode her with pain; she can't hold back the scream this time, as she is catapulted backwards, picturesquely, to slide along the decking and fetch up against a bulkhead.
She tries to push herself back up, that fighting spirit of hers unbowed, but the body takes over, and after getting halfway up on her right arm--she collapses. As the cameras swing back to take position on Blood and Mr. Jones, the medics rush out to grab Xian and drag her belowdecks for medical treatment.
Swing and a miss! Crap! It's amazing how Blood can react that quickly after getting cold clocked right on the jaw, Jones' nunchuck hits air and he steps back to give himself some room to maneuver. Something that he'll end up regretting as this causes Blood to change targets and charge headlong towards Xian with blade extended with a flurry of blows. "Girl!!" What's her name again? "LOOK OUT!!"
But it is to no avail, Jones sees blood gushing out of Xian's body and she's flung across the ship, landing unceremoniously down a good ways off.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Now it's on!! "You little punk!!" Jones doesn't care if this is a play fight or not, you never attack someone like that, especially if they are unarmed. With righteous fury flashing on his shades, Jones attacks with the matador with a vengeance; charging headlong towards him swinging his nunchucks. The weapon comes down, but not at the man's body, but rather at his blade to bash it out of the way and give him the opening he is looking for. An opening he uses to catapult himself upward with foot extended aiming to ram the side of his bare foot right into Blood's wind pipe and strike him as if he had just gotten hit with a flying guillotine.
"WAAAAATAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Blood blocks MrJones' Arc Fliegan.
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It would seem that indeed the deck would be left stained red today. Did the officials expect Blood to be so brutal? Well it is good television for all the fight starved fans that enjoy such things. And for Blood himself he gets to enjoy the look on the faces of those he cuts. With Xian taken care of it also allows his attention to be shifted over to take a look at Jones. "It would seem we are are to have a bit of a duel now. Let us see how well you do on your own shall we?"
It seems he gets his answer when Jones comes in and strikes at him. He shifts his stance and raises an arm to take the brunt of the strike as he rears back with his cape covered arm. He then pushes off to leap backwards to land in a crouch before pushing himself forward to leap past Mr Jones while striking at him with the sabre to open up another wound on the funky fighter. "Think fast!" he says while laughing a bit afterwards.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Blood's Fierce Strike.
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Sunnuvagun, this guy just doesn't open for nothing! Mr Jones kick hits Blood's open palm rather than his neck and he bounces back from the block landing on his feet, his nunchuck being twirled around to keep the momentum going. With heavy drops of sweat rolling down the side of his face, Mr. Jones assumes a shaky Jeet Kune Do stance again and starts skipping backwards when the Matador charges, swinging his nunchuck at his blade to redirect it out of the way so it only pierces a bit of his clothes again.
*KLANG*
He burned a lot of energy on that last attack and he seems slightly winded, but definitely not out. The funky fighter tucks his nunchuck on his armpit and removes his shades, flinging them to the side so he can get a better, honest, look at this blood thirsty opponent. People like Blood...these are the people Jones lives to defeat!
"Bring it, dawg!" Says he motioning him to 'come get some'
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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It seems Jones is starting to get a bit smart to the tactics that Blood uses. The fighter manages to anticipate just what the other fighter is doing and he manages to stop that blade from fully hitting home to where Blood wanted it to. Even so the matador continues onwards and spins about to keep himself facing the direction of Jones. He soon realizes that the man is not chasing him down this time, but instead seems to be making a challenge. "Oh?" he asks when told to bring it and then he looks thoughtful. "Well if you insist."
The cape flaps in the wind as he moves forward once again, his movements quick as he just makes another quick strike towards Jones. Is he taking the man seriously? By the quick movements he is certainly seeming to do so by making quicker strikes and making the funky fighter think more on his toes unless he rather have a cut opened up along his stomach. "En guarde!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Blood's Weapon Jab.
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Well! For his part, Mr. Jones is very used to people not taking him seriously (looking like that after all) so when Blood starts to dance around like that taking a fencing stance to take a simple jab at his stomach, he doesn't take offense. In fact, rather than getting angry like some would and letting that cloud his vision, he recognizes what Blood is trying to do and wiggles his shoulders not letting himself get drawn into a trap. Some would get unnerved by the sword play and charge head long for a desperate attack only to get impaled in the blade. Not Jones though, he keeps his ground and waits Blood out until he attacks and smacks the blade away with his nunchuck as he's been doing this whole time.
Now that Blood doesn't have that vexing sword in the way, /then/ Mr. Jones moves forward and raises his leg. For a moment it looks like he is going to swing it at his face, but then swings it down low to send it crashing against the side of his bent knee. "HMRG!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Blood with Light Kick.
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Blood 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Usually it would be Blood getting under the skin of the other fighters. In a way he has done that job just fine, but at the same time is Mr Jones likewise getting on the nerves of Laurence? They are quite the opposite in many ways. They both are showmen but other than that there is little that can be compared about them both. It also seems Jones manages to pull one over on Blood this time around. The matador seems ready to keep catch the foot when it is swung his way, but it comes in low and hits him in the knee which staggers the fighter.
He goes to a knee but then Jones might soon find the leg he just kicked with caught up in the red cape held by Blood. With his free hand the matador snaps his fingers and he grins before he lunges forward and yanks on the cape to pull the other fighter's leg out from under him while also driving his shoulder into Mr. Jones' chest.
COMBATSYS: Blood successfully hits MrJones with Ole!.
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Blood 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 MrJones
"Oh snap beans!" Looks like Mr. Jones forgot to recoil that leg fast enough and he feels that cape wrap around him taking him for a wild ride.
"WOAAAAAA!!"
Personally, Jones would hate to think that Blood the two are alike in any way. True, though they are both entertainers Blood strikes Jones as the type that has allowed himself get corrupted by fame. Putting his needs over those of the many something which Jones despises. But despite all that he really had to handed to him..this guy got style.
"Ooff!" Jones crashes into the deck face first getting flattened against it and bounces due to the crushing blow. In that moment however, he twirls around in mid air to jump back to his feet and turn towards the Matador--good thing he tossed his shades away they would have gotten smashed after that attack. If he wants to dance then let's get funky! Jones stay close to Blood and on his side, suddenly bring a SMASH stomp on his foot to get him to stay in place. "STOP MOVING!" Demands the fighter swings his nunchuck repeatedly from side to side to club Blood's skull in.
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Blood with Groove Master.
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Blood 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 MrJones
Finally he manages to bring the other fighter down. Of course something happens afterwards he didn't expect. It seems he finally has gotten on the last nerve of Jones and the other fighter surprises him with extreme brutality that the people of Strolheim would be proud of. Krauser should certainly have fun when giving this man his training session. For Blood that is the least on his mind. Mostly what is on his mind is the nunchucks slamming him repeatedly and actually opening up a wound on the head of Blood to where he has a nice stream of blood running over his face by the time the assault is over and he is left on the ground looking out of it.
That is when he starts to chuckle and sit up. "I see! So there is a good amount of fight in you yet!" he says and the chuckle turns more into a laugh as he wipes blood from his eyes and stands up straight. his hair is matted due to the wound and there is crimson mixed with the brown hair. "A good opponent indeed." Given how beaten up he looks he still moves rather fast as he comes forward and he makes a four quick slashes in the form of a double X aimed for Mr. Jones' chest once again.
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Blood's Bloody Cutter!
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Blood 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 MrJones
*WHACK* WHACK* WHACK* *KRUNCH* Ever heard of beware the nice ones? Mr. Jones is a bubbly type of character that likes to befriend all he meets, but may God help you if you make him angry, not only does he incorporate a lot of street fighting techniques to his Jeet Kune Do but the man is relentless once he gets going. Just because he doesn't like to really beat down on people and take off the weight off his punches when they connect doesn't mean that he can't if he really wants to. Mercilessly does he keep whacking on Blood's head until there's..well blood coming out of Blood and he steps off his foot letting the man fall down to the ground, himself breathing hard, nunchcuks tucked under his armpit-watching.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Aand..then Blood just stands up as if nothing had happened. "Guess so.." Let's dance some more!
Mr. Jones starts back pedaling when Blood is not only perfectly fine, he's actually laughing madly and attacking just as fiercely. Those nunchuks never stop twirling though and though he's retreating he aims to smack the blade aside every time.
One! "Phew!"
Two! "Yikes!"
Three! "Close!
Four! "Sunnuva!
Blocking every blow just barely, Jones see that there's no more blade thrusts coming at his face and thus turns the tide to throw one of his own. "SHOO!" He flies forward and aims to ram his knuckles on Blood's nose and, well, bloody him some more.
COMBATSYS: Blood parries MrJones' Gaudy Punch!
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Blood 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 MrJones
It does seem that the Spaniard has gotten worked up. Looking like he should be down and out he still seems to be finding the strength to swing his sword quickly. Jones somehow manages to keep each of those strikes from touching him, though. A sign that perhaps Blood is slowing down enough that Jones has this one won? It seems that right now the jury is still out on that because when he makes a swing for Blood's face he finds the cape wrapped around his fist and it is yanked away to where it doesn't hit anything.
Of course with things being this close it could be dangerous for Jones. There is an evil gleam in the matador's eyes and it seems the funky fighter just might be about to feel what Xian did earlier. The cape is yanked away from the hand it had captured then it is thrown in the face of Mr. Jones just as the sword is pulled out from it and several more slashes are made. These much faster and all over the place and with a bit more malice than the strikes aimed at Xian earlier.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Blood's Sabre Dance EX.
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Blood 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
There's that freaking cape again! Mr Johnny Jones' fist is caught and twisted getting him sent flying to one side staggering. Though he stumbles he doesn't fall to the ground as most would from the momentum of a missed swing and barely manages to keep his ground "Dang! You're crazy, boy!" Calls the disco maniac recognizing that same fighting insanity on a fellow fighter, Jones make not like this guy much for what he did to Xian and his general arrogant demeanor, but he respects him as a fighter. Another thing that they have in common aside from style is that they are both persevere to the end.
Again with that cape, and it is flung Jones' way to blind him. As always though he is ready and actually swings his nunchcuks right for it to whack it aside "Get that mess outta here!" Hopefully that puts an end to that annoying cape as Blood will have to go run and get it if he wants to use it again, but in turn Jones leaves himself exposed to the sword thrust. "Crap!" Since his nunchcuk is currently in use, he ends up using his arm to defend himself and swings his forearm right at the blade attempting to whack it on the flat side and move it out of the way of his body. Inevitably he gets his forearm sliced up, but it's better than getting disembowelled if you ask him!
The music still goes on! Tired as he may be, Jones ain't done dancing yet! Sine his nunchcuk and his arm are all going to the right, he decides to throw all his body to the right as well. Twirling his body on his own axis and swing a tornado kick right at Blood's exposed gut. "WOOO!"
COMBATSYS: Blood dodges MrJones' Medium Kick.
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Blood 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
Again the strikes are weathered better than Blood could have expected. He almost feels embarassed he is letting himself being made out this way in front of an audience of all things. It is probably a good thing the officials and crew aren't on the boat. Otherwise there might be more of a mess after the fight. Even so he is still sound enough in mind to keep himself focused on Jones at the moment. That kick has alot of force behind it, but it once again finds only air. It looks like even when near defeat Blood can still move with fluid ease and avoid most strikes.
He goes forward again, his sword making a thrust this time as he attempts to just finally run Mr. Jones through in a not so pleasant way. "You are doing well, but I won't let you beat me." the Spaniard says with narrowed eyes and a determined look on his face.
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Blood's Power Strike!
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Blood 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
"You wanna dance some more, son!?" Mr Jones is quick to laugh and though he himself is exhausted, blood and sweat running down his body, he too finds it that he can move easily away from strikes. "Woo!" Maybe it's the fatigue, or the blood lose, or the repeated blows to the head, but it seems that Jones is really loosing it. When the blade comes Jones swings his nunchuck at it almost clumsily and then starts to Moonwalk away from it. Yep, some people go completely Berserk when in an all out match, Jones just..gets...weirder or something.
Weird or not, he keeps on Moonwalking away from the blade letting Blood continue on his attack until he sees him overextend. Once he sees that chance he /truly/ brings his chucks down on the blade, which should be all banged up at this point due to the repeated strikes, and attacks. "HYAAAAH!!!" Blood is fast and he has range, but going at him up close and personal has worked before because apparently he's not used to it. Therefore Jones goes for brutal frontal assault tactics again and jumps up on Blood's bent knee using it to propel himself upward and bring both his elbow down on Blood's head and his knee on his chin for the knee elbow pincer smash!
COMBATSYS: Blood dodges MrJones' Funky Impact.
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Blood 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
It seems now it is more who is looking to irritate the other more. While Jones can't seem to catch Blood it seems the matador himself can't manage to break the defense of the other fighter. "I am a well trained dancer I have you know." he says in response. He does have a tone of annoyance in his voice at this point. he should have had this finished up awhile ago. Instead here he is actually fighting an uphill battle against this man. Could this strange man truely be someone that could hold the interest of Strolheim in the long run?
Even if that is the case he keeps pushing forward. He can't let up or else it would be himself admitting defeat. He looks to capitalize on the small opening left by Jones when he fails to catch the Spaniard again and he leaps upwards. He lifts a leg high then brings it downwards aimed to slam right on the top of Jones' head.
COMBATSYS: MrJones interrupts Strong Kick from Blood with Bicycle Kick.
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Blood 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 MrJones
"Yeah dawg! That's what I'm talkin' about!" Jones cackles quite insanely now, his attacked missed and he landed forward but he's in a left in a defensive position after it. He just /grins/ at the irritated look on Blood and /FINALLY/ gets him to do what he wanted him to, not attack with that freaking sword! "Chance!" Mr. Jones squees in delight when that kick is sent out of desperation to catch him and he throws himself towards Blood to counter his kick with one of his own!
"WASHO--UGH!!" Bless you. Jones' cry gets interrupted as he ends up getting hit himself, but he grins despite having a boot on his face as he can feel Blood's jaw crashing into his bare foot. Jones bounces backwards, twirls his nunchucks and assumes an awesome Jeet Kune Do stance. "Yeh! How you like that!?"
Word.
It is a worthwhile risk to take. To strike at Blood while he is making his own. In this case it is a risk that ends up paying off. He finds himself clashing with the funky fighter and the wind being knocked out of him when the foot strikes him and he spits a stream of blood from the impact of the other fighter's boot hitting his face. He hits the ground hard and lays there for a few moments. It looks like he is finally down and out. Has Jones finally won the battle for him and his crewmate?
It might not just be over yet. The hand of the matador raises and he snaps his fingers a few times. Then suddenly he is standing and not even that he is right next to Mr. Jones as the cape seeks to wrap around the other fighters face as he zips past and attempts to deliver a slash to the distracted man. he staggers a step afterwards then slumps forward to land on his face where he does not get back up.
COMBATSYS: Blood can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Blood's Ole!!
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MrJones 0/-------/---====|
Fortunately, Jones never breaks off his Jeet Kune Do stance even when he thinks he is out of danger. The stance is perfect, offering equal amounts of offensive opportunities as well as defensive. Thus when the cape is swung at him, those sharp eyes glance up at it and he frowns. "Not this time."
He catches it.
There's a few tugs at it from the fallen matador but it looks like that kick to the kisser really rocked his world. Jones tentatively raises his nunchcuk aiming to whack him in the head if he tries to get up again, but at long last Blood hits the ground and decides to stay there. The funky fighter nods and drops the cape, placing his nunchucks on his belt and gives a respectful bow to his opponent. "You fought well...matie."
Then his eyebrows quirk. That girl, she was bleeding! "Yo! Guys! Is that chick alright?? We can use my car if we gotta get her to the doc!" Aaah. Looks like Jones is never going to change.
COMBATSYS: MrJones has ended the fight here.
Log created on 14:10:36 10/09/2011 by Xian, and last modified on 09:34:02 10/17/2011.