garvan vs lizzi

Lizzi  	Took the time to de-quip herself down to the arm and leg guards over her combat pants and t-shirt, making sure to keep two of the knives on her just in-case before wandering down to the arena with a stiff stretch, groaning softly.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	genuinely has no idea what he's doing, is just getting some time away from the family and doing something stupid. Followed after Lizzi like a puppy, looking around with tired sunken-in eyes. Hands were stuffed into his jean pockets, wearing just the worn blue denim, a black shirt that said #1 Dad in white text, and his boots. "How's this work?"

Lizzi  	"Well first you discuss rules, then you agree on a battlefield, then you fight." She smirks, taking a pair of leather gloves out of her back pocket and slipping them on. "So got an rules or any particular field you'd like to fight in? Anything works for me since I won't be using my electricity."

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	thought a moment, eyeing the woman he was to fight. "Rules: Anything goes." Pulled his hands out of his pockets just to stretch those arms up high over his head. Curved his spine enough to make it pop once or twice, groaning in satisfaction. "Dunno about field." Dropped his arms suddenly, shoulders arching in a shrug.

Lizzi  	"Alright, still I'll hold back my powers just to be safe. And let's see..." She glances around a bit before the stone and sand floor of the arena would change into an empty modern-day street, nodding some to herself before pacing several feet away and turning to face him. "To the death or submission?"

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	looked around, taking in the new setting, curious how far he could go before he hit an invisible wall or something. Or maybe the buildings closed the space in? Whatever. With the woman putting distance between them, he followed her lead and moved to stand in the middle of the street a fair distance away from her. "This place like, respawns, yeah? Always wanted to feel what it felt like to die." Tipped his head, eyeing down the woman's form. "If you die... How long do I get with your corpse before you respawn?"

Lizzi  	"No time. Disappears and I reappear up there, far as I know." She rolls her shoulder a little and flexes her hands in the gloves. "Not that it matters, wouldn't be me anymore anyways. You can go ahead whenever you're ready."

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Pouted a little when told there'd be no time. How disappointing. "Alright." Rolled his shoulders and put up his fists. So, how should he go about fighting a woman who's taller than him and is ready for him to come at her... Oh, yeah, the Garvan way. Stepped towards her in a walking pace, light brown hues studying her. "If my shirt gets ripped it'll respawn too, yeah?" Gotta stay the #1 Dad.

Lizzi  	"Yup, any items you had on you when the fight started will be replenished." She smiled towards him, interlacing her fingers and stretching over her head before lunging in as he paced forward, taking that as his signal he was ready. Her hands would come up to guard her face as she threw a right straight for his.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Garvan stood with legs slightly spread for better balance, body turned towards the left so he wasn't directly facing her; though wasn't entirely away either. The lunge should have been a cue for him to start paying some fucking attention to somethihng besides her hips or breasts, though of course that wouldn't hit him until after her fist did. Landing squarely on his nose, the impact had his head reeling back, and he stepped away while holding up his left hand in a sort of pause, right touching at his nose to check for blood. "Fuck, hold up. I wasn't ready." He stated in a nasally voice, pinching nostrils closed with his right hand.

Lizzi  	Pulled her punch maybe a little, enough to not outright break his nose on the first strike, probably hurt a bit though. "Well we set rules, arena, you began your approach. Better get ready." She'd give him the space of her words to compose himself before stepping in again, keeping her left shoulder slightly forward when she closed again, keeping her hands up but this time instead of a punch she'd snap out with both hands for the shoulders of his shirt and push her left foot forward, tugging him and trying to trip him up and cause him to stumble forward as she backed a bit, just testing him, not going for another full attack.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Given that moment to himself, he pulled his hand from his face and looked at his fingers. Huh, no blood. Still wiped his hand off on his shirt, even though nothing was on it. Pale hues refocused on the woman when he saw her move his way once again, quickly finding hands on his shoulders with that tug forwards. He did step forward, but stomped his foot down in such a harsh way that it'd force her leg out of the way by scraping the side of his boot down her shin or just full-on landing on her foot. Either way he'd keep his balance. Hands moved forward to grab the woman's shirt around the belly area, then quickly lifted up to pull the fabric up and over her head to momentarily blind her.

Lizzi  	Grinned when he seemed much more ready this time, releasing his shirt when he stomps his foot to balance himself since the grapple was a failed endeavor. Though instead of trying to block his hands or use her arms to stop them from pulling the shirt up, she'd lean back in and execute three lightning-fast jabs for his chest and abdomen, able to put a decent amount of strength into them, but perhaps that wasn't unexpected considering her build. He'd certainly be able to pull the shirt over her head, but considering he didn't move when doing so, he left himself open to her strikes regardless of whether she could see or not.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Jesus this girl hits hard. He grunted when those jabs landed on him nearly randomly, the one or two that hit his abdomen causing him the most discomfort and pain. His stomach had gotten pretty flabby after living at a fucking bakery-resort for a while. All the carbs, man. All of them. "Hn. What do I get if I win?" With that shirt still over her head, he'd try his damndest not to get distracted looking over her exposed abdomen and whatnot. Side stepped to get the fuck away from her punches before more flew his way, arm bending to throw the elbow hard into her throat.

Lizzi  	Either after the flurry of three jabs landed, or after the first one missed she'd disengaged, stepping back away and drawing her right hand up to grab the shirt on her head and tug it down. While she could see his silhouette through the shirt, she couldn't make out enough to effectively fight, and if he was intent to overextend his elbow might glance her throat for a brief few coughs. Still she'd backpedal as she tugged the shirt down and with both hands ripped it under her chest and around the back, discarding the cloth so that move couldn't be attempted again. Refocusing on him afterwards before reengaging.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	"Oh yeah, good idea." He waggled his finger towards her discarding her shirt, adding to the distance between them as he grabbed his own and pulled it up over his head and tossed it aside. This left his slightly hairy upper body in full view in its scarred up glory. Don't forget about that tattooed sleeve on his left arm that crossed over his back along the shoulder blades. While his nipples weren't pierced, his navel and hips were with just plain black. Put his fists back up, reforming his stance and moving forward to just go for a punch right at her face.

Lizzi  	While definitely fit and strong, if she had any body modifications they weren't visible on her toned abdomen. Though there were a number of barely-visible surgical scars across that section of her body. She'd rub her neck slightly and flex her hands before coughing her throat clear and stepping back in when he did, using the matches arm as he did with his punch to block with the plated forearm guard while leaning in to return with an underswing for his gut.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Punched that guard, having leaned a good bit of weight into it, pretty sure he felt a few of his knuckles pop on impact. Didn't have time to think about it before he was doubling forward with a grunting groan, that swing having knocked the air clean out of him. That was one way to get him to shut up. Coughed, bringing a hand to his stomach to rub at it, not even making a move to move away or swing again.

Lizzi  	Fortunately for him, the inner side of the plate guard that covered the length of her forearm was cushioned on her side to absorb blows, meaning he wouldn't have broken his hand or anything by hitting it. Though she'd step back when he doubled over, studying him. "Hey, sorry. Fight for a living, and for my life." Even if it usually involved her powers, she was never too far from peak physical condition: such was the nature of being in her world's military. "You good?"

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Just harmlessly popped the knuckles was all, doesn't bruise easy so probably wouldn't even do that. The hardness of it still hurt his knuckles, though. Shook his hand out as if he'd just touched something hot, like that would help. "Yeah, yeah." Waved his hand now, still standing there bent forward with his head down. Lifted his chin though not really his body, a hand rising in a very non-violent way to rest on her shoulder. Assuming this was allowed, as soon as it landed he'd throw his skull up to crash it right into her chin, as if that'd hurt her more than himself.

Lizzi  	Was honorable and considerate enough to give him a moment to catch his breath, but wasn't quite foolish enough to let him lay a hand on her, stepping back when he reached out and smiling. "Sorry, you'll have to be more tactful if you wanna grab hold of me while we're still fighting." She didn't know what he intended, but it was just generally not a good idea to let it happen.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Dropped his hand back down when he grabbed nothing but air, taking a breath before righting himself back up, rubbing at his stomach still. "You said somethin' about having powers, yeah?" He asked, taking a step closer, sunken-in eyes staring at her with a glimmer of curiosity. "Kill me."

Lizzi  	Blinked at the sudden heel-toe-turn he made in terms of the fight, nodding slightly. "Yeah I could do that, if you're sure." He'd mentioned wanting to experience death, she'd had the same thought so she couldn't exactly blame him for it. "Quick and painless?" Moving her right hand behind her back and retrieving one of her throwing knives from its sheathe at her belt there.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	Actually scoffed at that question, shaking his head. "No" Lifted his hands, motioning with them as he spoke. "I want to feel the air choked out of me... Or the blood drain from my veins. Maybe water filling my lungs, or the brief moment of flight before I hit the ground." Eyes weren't even on her anymore, there were somewhere off to the side, lost in thought. There were countless options. Too many to choose from.

Lizzi  	"Electric chair it is." She cooed, giving him a moment to object if that isn't how he wanted to go as electricity began to arc off of her body, connecting to streetlights and the ground around her with thunderous cracks, stepping closer to him and holding out her hands to either side of her front before they'd connect with him, seizing up his body and burning skin where it contacted. Painful or not, it wouldn't take long to kill him, just a moment.

ցɑɾѵɑղ  	The sight of that electricity arcing off the woman already got his heart racing, watching as it hit street lights and the pavement, only to look down at her hands. As they drew closer he could feel the tingle of electricity make his hair stand on end, only for contact to be made and his body to tense and seize. Back arched as muscles flexed, crying out before the current was just too much for his heart to handle. While his body should have gone limp it stayed tense from the current running through it, up until it would vanish so that the man could reappear wherever that spawn point was. Didn't matter where it was, once he was back, he'd drop down onto his ass on the floor, holding a hand to his chest while he stared down at that notable bulge in his pants. Maybe he should use this place just to fap to his own deaths. That sounds like a fucking amazing vacation.

Lizzi  	Would take her first...or was it second...? Victory in this place and begin her return up to the stands after discharging a good amount of current through the man, filtering her hand back through her short blue hair as she wandered to get a drink.