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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:14 pm
Gorm, having trained years and years to increase his durability and endurance, many days spent on his last legs, shrapnel torn into his body as he did one handed push ups, only to get healed only -after- the entire work out was done(this just being the warm up work out), he had a relatively high pain tolerance.
On top of that, his body had been broken and rebuilt stronger and better to the point where something like this wouldn't destroy his hand. No, instead, a shockwave of force would occur, splitting the ropes of the arena as well as carving into it where the blows had met.
Zack then made to grab the wrist and in the same second Gorm would bend his arm at the elbow. The first blow came and Gorm's came at the same time, the first blows would, unless Zack abandoned his blow, or somehow dodged, land at the same time. Gorm's blow was aimed to strike upward, an uppercut where the knuckles would dig underneath the ribcage and push the air from the lungs.
To top it off, with his strength, he'd likely launch Zack into the air as well. So, if it hit, Zack wouldn't have time or placement for his second blow, he'd be too busy flying.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:29 pm
Zack quickly bowed down, bobbing sideways underneath Gorm's outstretched arm as his other made for the strike. So he'd move from standing in front of Gorm to standing at his right, getting up again.
His hand would've kept a grip on Gorm's wrist throughout this to help prevent him from follow Zack as much as possible. Then, out of pity, Zack would abandon destroying Gorm's arm by letting go and instead lean away from the man and stomp at the side of his knee to destroy that instead.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:35 pm
Gorm's leg would raise end bend in the same motion, forcing Zack to miss with his stomp and parrying Zack's leg upward. Then, as both legs rose, Gorm would kick, aiming downward to avoid kicking Zack in the nuts, instead aiming to crash into his ankle.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:41 pm
Zack span the outside of his foot off of Gorm's, turning his body to make the man miss. Then he completed his turn by touching down with his kicking foot and bringing his previously grounded foot up to slice into Gorm's lower ribs in an effort to break them.
All in one, quick, dance-like movement.
He doubted that this would be enough to really damage Gorm after he tanked Zack's tanking of his fist, so if his kick succeeded, he'd quickly retract his foot and, while Gorm was recoiling, reach up to grab the Sage's head with both hands and slam him head-first into the mat.
Apparently you couldn't hurt your opponent when they were vulnerable or some s**t, so he'd stop there.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:44 pm
Gorm would dip his upper body backward, out of range of Zack's leg. His entire body would then shift around, Spinning in a full rotation, lifting and coming down toward Zack's head as his body rose and his leg descended, a completed round house kick.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:48 pm
Zack fell back to avoid the kick, hands hitting the floor first as his legs came together. He'd compress into a little ball off the mat as Gorm's roundhouse flew above him.
Then when there was an opening, Zack would spring off the ground, feet first. He'd aim, not to kick Gorm, but to land on his shoulders and stand up.
Then he'd make to kick the back of Gorm's head like a football, undergoing whatever kind of crazy spinning, on the side, off the wall balancing he'd have to in order to kick a roundhouse-kicking man in the back of the head while standing on his shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 7:52 pm
His hand shot up then, grabbing Zack's foot that he used to balance himself as the other came. With a full powered tug, he'd aim to offset Zack's aim and turn the shot into a glancing shot as he pulled Zack down to slam him into the ground.
Unless Zack somehow escaped. If he jumped, it'd give Gorm the opprotunity to duck under the kick, otherwise one would have to wait and see.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:01 pm
Zack caught himself again in a similar manner to his initial spring off the ground. Only this time, Gorm had his hand busy with throwing Zack there in the first place, meaning his arm would be extended if he was throwing properly.
Then in a stamp-like motion, Zack would make to crush Gorm's nose and break it open. While upside down, doing a handstand and kicking around Gorm's outstretched arm.
Regardless of whether or not this took, Zack would then make to bring his legs back above him, around behind and onto the ground as he twisted about, landing on the mat in a little ball before hopping back into a drawn back stance.
So that they'd basically be standing in the position they would've if Gorm had started the match like a normal person.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:03 pm
Except that as Zack's legs extended, because the arm was in a downward motion it set Zack up to be stomped. Gorm's own leg moved to slam into Zack's face, essentially forcing the two fighters to trade face shots.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:10 pm
Zack had managed to twist his head to the side as Gorm stomped, so the edge of the Sage's boot would slice into Zack's cheek leaving a big gash that flayed blood as the fighter got to his stance.
It dripped to the floor but didn't seem to bother him. Neither did the kick, or the punch, or the other stuff. He just spat to the side and wore a confident smirk.
"All right. Now let's get this fight started."
***
"Well... well damn," Wayne muttered. He'd barely been able to keep up for the few seconds where the fighters exchanged attacks. In the end, they'd both been left bleeding but still standing.
"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Elizabeth said, cupping her hands around her mouth, "Go Zack! Wooo!"
"Hey, calm down, mom," Wayne whispered, "you're embarrassing me."
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:12 pm
Like an afterthought, Gorm used two fingers to set his nose. The action caused nothing, no blink, no acknowledgment, the same as if he'd simply reached up and tapped it.
"You have some moves," Gorm commented, the blood that left his nose seeming nonexistence to him, save the small effort it took to part his lips and spit some of it that had caught in his mouth from a busted lip he also didn't seem to acknowledge.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:17 pm
"You're not bad either," Zack grinned, "However-"
Zack was out of Gorm's range. Gorm was bigger and thus had longer reach. Therefore Gorm should've been well out of Zack's range. Until Zack punched the air, really, really hard.
The resulting shockwave should be capable of knocking Gorm off balance for long enough so that Zack can rush in and punch diagonally downward into the man's gut.
He'd quickly make to retract his hand and back off if he managed the hit, deciding he didn't want to risk being grabbed any more than he had to.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:22 pm
Gorm, though offset and forced to take a step back, would send his own blows downward as Zack did. Two arms, aimed to thrust into Zack's shoulders at the same time that Zack would meet his gut. A second exchange of blows, you see.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:30 pm
Zack would twist his torso to 90 degrees to avoid the strike, the full blow giving him extra reach. Then he'd retreat, needing only half a step back to bring his shoulders out of Gorm's range, as Gorm hit the floor, knowing the rules about attacking downed opponents. He'd lifted his arm up, away from Gorm's hands to prevent that from being grabbed too.
"Your intestines should be mulch by now," Zack said as he backed away, "Except..." He smirked, "Get back up. Let's make this interesting."
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 8:32 pm
There wasn't even a once count. Gorm rolled when he hit the ground, coming to his feet, so it didn't even count as a down. Instead he looked at his stomach, chiseled with abs. Glistening with sweat, beautiful, the light hit and it shined.
"Mulch?" Gorm cocked a brow.
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