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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 21, 2022 19:10:47 GMT -6
A usual day no doubt for Zephyr, however, he would have got news that his brother is on a journey across Terrac to become strong. Meaning he will likely get left behind in more than one way!
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Post by Pain Killer on Dec 21, 2022 19:12:57 GMT -6
OH HELL NO.
Zephyr starts heading out the opposite way across Terrac.
FASTER.
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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 21, 2022 19:25:52 GMT -6
He comes across a single old man who has set up some sort of camp around a middle cooking fire. Large six legged horse like creatures native to Terrac are pulling carts or are tied to make shift posts and water troughs. He seems to have things for sale on a stand near the camp.
"Hail travel. Stay a while and listen."
-Diablo music starts-
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Post by Pain Killer on Dec 21, 2022 19:54:34 GMT -6
Zephyr walks closer, as if curious about the things around the campsite.
Then looks at the old man.
"Fight me."
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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 21, 2022 20:13:03 GMT -6
The old man would attempt to stand feebly. Legs shaking as he got to a standing position. Licking his lips and opening and closing his mouth with wet sloppy noises as he focuses. Rubbing at his elbows before reaching back and straightening getting ready to what looks like charge, before he takes a shaky two inch step. A small sound of pain as his joints popped. Each agonizingly slow step was met with more groans of aches and ancient cracking of rattling bones long without cartilage to protect them.
"One moment."
He would say as he continued the struggle of attempting to reach Zephyr.
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Post by Pain Killer on Dec 21, 2022 20:16:12 GMT -6
Zephyr frowns. This guy wasn't strong at all.
"You're weak."
He says simply.
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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 21, 2022 20:34:11 GMT -6
The old man ignores Zephyr's taunt and continues his unfathomably slow charge. The old man begins raising his hand up above his head. Shuffling towards PK at no increase in pace. However, once he got close enough the old boney arm would drop and land limply against Zephyr's chest. If the blow hit or was blocked Zephyr would suddenly be struck with tremendous force all across his body which would not only push him down but compress the earth all around them into a crater!
(PL of force: 2,300)
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Post by Pain Killer on Dec 21, 2022 20:42:10 GMT -6
He doesn't block it at all. It's an old man.
However, out of nowhere, Zephyr crumples to the ground, exceptionally crushed from the impact!
"Ghk!"
He's thoroughly stunned as he wasn't expecting it!
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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 21, 2022 20:50:54 GMT -6
The old man would fly backa few feet spinning and throw off the cloak to reveal a young man with blonde hair and odd clothing laughing.
"HAHAHAHA You should of seen your face!"
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Post by Pain Killer on Dec 21, 2022 20:58:47 GMT -6
Zephyr coughs up blood briefly, starting to push himself to his feet.
"Oh... so you can... fight..."
Then, he balls his hands into fists!
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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 23, 2022 20:34:17 GMT -6
"You never asked that. You simply said fight me, and that I was weak. But a joke is a joke. Hmm, shall I make it up to you?"
He would land and raise a hand to his chin.
"You would be the one who wishes to grow strong and beat people up, or is it the one who wishes to have a good fight? You're all so similar it's hard to really tell your desires apart."
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Post by Pain Killer on Dec 23, 2022 20:51:38 GMT -6
What a weird way to look at things.
The casual manner the man speaks is enough to stop Zephyr from immediately trying to continue the fight. Instead, he stands there, frowning in confusion.
"I want both. I want to be strong, and have good fights."
He didn't really care about beating people up unless they were as strong as him. Or if he was recruiting.
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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 25, 2022 21:38:56 GMT -6
"Perfect!"
The guy raises a hand with a flourish and snaps his fingers! As far as PK is concerned the whole world went dark, loud shuttering sound would echo into the nothingness of the blackened world, he would be left floating in the nothingness for a few seconds before spotlights kicked on suddenly. Then arena lights would reveal a domed arena, surrounded by thousands of cheering fans PK would be in a four cornered fighting ring wearing his gloves and a pair of boxing trunks. Across from him was a man with slicked back Blonde hair. It was the guy from before! Except this time he was wearing gloves and a pair of red trunks. An older man was rubbing his shoulders and giving him some sort of pep talk.
In Zephyr's corner was a woman wearing chest bindings and a bikini bottom. She however looked super ripped and looked at PK with a very serious expression.
"Look kid, your opponent isn't going to go easy on you, so remember what we practiced and you'll be fine."
Before PK could say anything she would tell him to shut up as a man in a suit in the middle of the ring would begin speaking into something that made his voice very loud.
"Lllllaaaaadies and Gentleman! Todays bout is scheduled for one fall! In the blue corner the challenger standing at Six foot ten inches, weighting in at two hundred and ninety seven pounds, fighting out of the Big Mommy Milkers Dojo, Zephyr of the Wolf Clan!"
The crowd would cheer pretty loudly for that announcement, more scantily clad woman with big chests would jump up and down in bikini's just outside the ring in his corner, most likely members of Zephyr's Dojo. Expressing appreciation tot he crowd. Zephyr's opponent appeared rather unhappy that Zephyr had all the hot chicks and he had to deal with this old man in a sweat suit and cold weather cap.
"And in the red corner, his opponent, current featherweight champion of the galaxy, standing at five feet and six inches, weighing in at one hundred and fifty seven pounds, fighting out of the Never Thrown a Punch Dojo, Puck the Chaos Spirit!"
There is some coughs and two or three people clap in the crowd. Puck rolls his eyes and sighs before the man in the middle calls them both to the center.
"I want a good clean fight, no hitting in the privates, and no eye gouges. Any fighting after the bell will be considered a disqualification. The rest of the rules were explained in the locker rooms. Touch gloves and return to your corners. When the bell rings the fight has begun."
Puck would extend his gloves with a smile for PK to touch, going back to his corner either way.
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Post by Pain Killer on Dec 26, 2022 10:06:17 GMT -6
Well this is alarming.
Zephyr swings wildly in the dark for a moment, before suddenly appearing once more in the light. His eyes squint, and there's clear confusion in his face, and he turns to see...
Oh.
This confusion only grows, and he turns away from all the screaming ladies to stare at his opponent who seemed to have much less fanfare. Not that it mattered to him, as instead it just seemed as if this was the fight he was looking for.
He goes to touch gloves, but stops as a realization sets in.
"Other rules? What rules? What locker room?"
He doesn't go back to his corner, because he's too confused to know what's happening.
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Post by Vo Lang on Dec 26, 2022 13:41:20 GMT -6
The man in the center lets go of a microphone that rises to the ceiling.
"Come on, sir. You need to go back to the corner. Just don't bite or whatever. Punches, kicks, elbows, knee's. That's allowed, just fight and have fun man."
If he went to his corner or not the bell would ring and Puck would dance towards him with a high guard up, swaying his head and shoulders to make a slightly confusing motion.
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