Amon V Ako

Nasir 1 minute ago
So, even though she did not notice him at first, the woman soon corrected that. There was zero hesitation in his response, as the moment she issued her challenge, the dark skinned man stood and began to stretch. It didn't take him long to go through the motions, and with a crack of his knuckles, he nodded. " Yeah. I accept, " he responded roughly, his voice deeper than one might anticipate. The young man had been sitting in that spot for almost an hour, so the challenge was greatly appreciate. Without wasting his words, he extended his hand to the side and made a simple gesture, allowing a jade and obsidian colored staff to materialize within his hand. He snatched it, gave a quick fluctuation of his wrist, and then slammed it into the ground, uplifting some dirt in the process. " Fine by me. " He began to approach her, until he was within a twenty foot radius of her. His eyes shifted, scanning the woman, his expression hard to discern, though his eyes did narrow afterward. No judgment
for her or her attire, or how she chose to approach and challenge him -- he was simply giving her the respect she demanded as a fighter in the colosseum. " .. Feel free to make the first move, unless you'd prefer I do it. " Strange mannerisms, he had.

Snake Charmer 11 seconds ago
No hesitation? This one is confident, good it's better that way, weakness is not tolerated nor is unconfident people. No, that is a turn-off. The woman knows what she likes and needs and this man? Well, he just accepted with no judgment. Respect is given, "Good then," Watching his movements even when that staff is summoned out only to be slammed onto the ground, mmm should have thought again about leaving the toxins behind but ahh what happens happens also, "Saya, I'm not going to be taken," What an unruly snake, more boops in the future will be had. Need to keep her Death Adder in place after all. Anyways, focus on Nasir, Ako snaps open her fan, an obvious weapon. Anyways, given the short distance...well, short for Ako, that is, she allows her frame to relax. Breaths slow down while her upper body leans forward. Heels dig down in order to brace herself firmly into the ground. Poised. It almost seems like Ako might not do anything until she launches herself forward. The fan is held in the right arm is lowered while left arm swings out, palm facing forward, the ball of the palm aiming for the male's stomach. The blow wouldn't be enough to topple him or anything but it should leave him winded if it landed only to follow up with a leg sweep.


Nasir 4 minutes ago
Initially, the wanderer took no stance, did nothing to betray his potential movements or give her ample information to anticipate his actions; he was statuesque, waiting for her to come at him once he saw the stance she slid into. His eyes took in every bit of information, processed it, and a warrior's mindset allowed him to use it in the way of violence. His eyes shifted from the fan, to the slowing of her breath, to the ways her heels dug into the ground before she shot toward him with harmful intent. Amon tracked the motion of her right arm in the moment before he allowed himself to lose his center of gravity, finally taking upon a defense as her left palm shot toward his stomach. Right leg slid forward, corresponding foot forming a trail in the dirt beneath him whilst his body turned with a single, but explosive inward step. Amon pivoted, adjusted his positioning just enough, and burst inward with that single step, neither refusing to allow her to hit him or to run away from the
challenge with a lateral evasive movement; his body repositioned itself with his right side facing her, her open palm missing the mark by mere inches while his own right fist shot outward toward her with blinding speed, tracing along the length of her own arm in the form of a counterstrike with a straight, right punch. He just barely evaded her attack and returned one of his own with minimal movement, calloused knuckles aiming to slam directly into her lower jaw without holding back. He did not augment anything he did, nor did he aim to disrespect her by holding back solely because of her gender. She challenged him, she would get him, with no bullshit or excuses -- that's just the kind of man Amon was. However, he did not assume that his counter attack would succeed, and if she still went for the sweep, his right foot would shift, body repositioning itself to match appropriately as the metatarsus of that right foot braced itself, allowing her foot to meet his as it braced against the Nasir 3 minutes ago
the ground. Lax, but potent enough to stop her foot and place her in a precarious position if she followed through.


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The missed strike is met with the fist to her jaw. Tears damn near coming to those eyes, but they are held back. Good, no holding back, that is good. Her head does snap up some and even though his fist did meet where it had landed and done its damage, Ako hides the pain from the blow to concentrate on the match. The blow also causes the sweep to stop before it could even be pulled off. This does, however, allow the woman to retaliate in kind. The closeness, his fist right fucking there. Before she could stagger back, Ako glances at Amon and takes the time to attempt to grasp on that outstretched arm in hopes of yanking him forward by using the strength that he exerted to land that blow. The yank forward would result in a knee swiftly being brought up to his throat and the fan being slammed directly down onto the back of his head, or rather, an attempt.


Nasir 26 seconds ago
Nothing in this life could ever be as satisfying as the sensation one felt when their attack struck true; the rush of adrenaline that surged through his veins when he made contact was almost enough to make his cold expression falter into a smile, yet he did not allow it to come to pass. Amon would give her the utmost respect deserving of a warrior in the arena -- he would destroy her without holding back, without prejudice, until she could no longer stand or surrender to the torrential rain of martial arts he wielded. He had to admit, however, that Ako surprised him when instead of retreating from the disadvantageous position she was in, she instead tried to pull him off balance and make something out of her own misfortune. A bold plan that could work on someone inexperienced, that is. As Ako grabbed onto his arm, he allowed her to do so, and timed a second step with his back foot so that as she was pulling him forward, she was aiding him by shooting in toward her once more. Bringing
his left side forward now, he slammed his palm into her knee just as it rose upward, using his strength and forward momentum to stifle her attack before it could reach his throat. His body now fully faced her, and with shift of weight and footwork, he pushed his right arm forward, aiming to break hold on her grasp by using the very strength she sought to use against him, against her, by allowing her to pull him closer to her to begin with. His left arm lifted with a quick and fluid motion, palm aiming to push against the inside of her forearm, deflecting the blow as he tucked in his right arm and used that extra power to try and slam his elbow into her temple with a horizontal sweeping motion. From there, if his initial strike found its mark, he'd follow through until he could rewind with a vicious backhand to the other side of her face. Once again, he'd give her the fight she wanted and deserved.



Snake Charmer 9 seconds ago
Yeah, she needs practice, mainly with the Death Adder and now Riese, it's hard for her to get those hands dirty, but then again? There are people who takes care of this sort of things for her but still. The woman has been wound up by violence and the inner ruthlessness wants...no needs to be let out and to be fair? This guy is pretty tough, if it were anyone else and should she have decided to use those toxins then things would have been different, or would have been different, maybe. "Ngh!" Fuck, what is with this guy? No matter, it's all in good fun now. Greens widen as the knee is caught and shove it down. The force would have dragged the woman down if it wasn't for the other leg being used as an anchor. The arm being brought down is caught and given the force of the male's pus

h? It loosens up the grip freeing her hand. Tch, with the freed up hand Ako quickly, catches the elbow and hopes to use the force he used to swing to push him back allowing her to spin, freeing the once caught leg, and arm to try and elbow him right in the ribs. The process? Using Amon's own force against him to try and knock him right on his ass though...given the position there is a hope that odds are in her favor should blow land with the desired result, then Ako would be seen standing before him...waiting for Amon to stand with the fan unfolded and held up in front of her face. Also, it goes without saying that she is in pain but this one has balls of steel. Knee, jaw, and now arm, all throbbing and despite that dainty form, there is a sense of personal danger coming from her.



Nasir 1 minute ago
Combat would not be so exhilarating if it were not for the constant threat of losing; the will to win drove many fighters, the danger of losing and potential loss of life only served to heighten those feelings. Amon thrived on it, craved the thrill of battle more than the others of the order he once represented. Even though they were holding back on powers, enhanced senses and physiology, the sheer technical skill required to fight hand to hand made up for it all. Each attack of hers he had countered or deflected, yet not once did he get ahead of himself or underestimate her, and her perseverance quickly paid off. Amon was caught off guard by the way she reversed his elbow, the sheer audacity she wielded in the risk of taking such a dangerous attack by defending herself so. She intercepted his elbow, pushed him back, and briefly caused the man to lose his footing -- all in time for that elbow to smash into his rib cage. Her response and precision drew the breath from his lungs and


Nasir 43 seconds ago
brought out a grunt of pain in response, all as the young wanderer felt himself falling back and to the side. Tucking his body inward, he allowed himself to fall back, slamming into the ground whilst using his momentum to not land on his ass, but roll back and onto a knee several feet away from her. Quickly, he stood back up and rolled his shoulders before finally resuming a martial stance, weight constantly shifting between the balls of his feet as he hopped from foot to foot. " I like you -- you've got nerve, " he said. No patronizing, no hint of disrespect, he was being entirely honest. So many opponents would have opted to increase the distance, so when he met someone that utilized his own tactics against him, he couldn't help but allow that cold visage to briefly fade and smile at her. That did not last long, however, as he quickly shot back in toward her. His approach differed greatly from before; he now seemed to take upon a traditional pugilistic approach, left hand raised by
by his jawline and right poised to strike at any moment. Amon stepped forward with his left foot, hips twisting to add more power as his right foot lashed out with a quick snap kick toward her pained leg, aiming to remove the mobility that made her a threat.



Snake Charmer 2 seconds ago
Ahh, so it did work and damn, nearly knocked Amon on his ass, ah well, however? Getting away from Amon is a small victory in of itself. Watching him as he gets ready Ako never really the one to fight dirty unless it's called for. Hmm, breaths still slowed but with the recent excitement that control slowly begins to lose its hold. A slow breath is let out and when he speaks? Those words are not taunting in any way so it has to be the truth. "I thank you then for the compliment," Hmm, rare. The charmer usually gets called brutal names over the "salt" many others seem to put out when getting their asses handed to them by the keeper or...rather, Charmer. Speaking of Charmer, she needs to finish this up and get back to Saya soon to make sure nothing happens to her. Ah, so he approaches, instead of running away he chooses to approach? Good, he can come as close as he likes...the typist isn't sorry for that...moving on. Read

ying herself by remaining mostly still Ako once more digs in and is poised, ready to defend and counter. Movement is noticed below, weight shifts from the right to the pained left, best to block with the least damage and go from there. Using the left leg as a temporary anchor, Ako raises her own right to block his kick. The fan still blocking her face is lowered showing a really nasty bruise from where his fist landed, the lowering causes her to snap it shut and turn it sideways so the blunter end of it can be used for striking. Satisfied that her leg has done the trick, she would pull the right back only to swing the arm with the weapon forward in an attempt to whack at his wrists. Should it land though? He would beable to feel that it is no ordinary fan for show but the feel of it? Is metallic, a kind of steel if one would, very tough steel. This is to try and weaken his blows, after all, it is mostly in the wrists.



Nasir 47 seconds ago
Amon had to commend this woman when it was all said and done -- she had stood with him in ways that warriors twice her size would never have dared to do, and he had to admit that he was more than impressed. However, he would not this fight continue on for much longer, and the way his intent shifted when he decided upon this was obvious -- she lifted her leg to cut his oncoming kick and set up a quick swipe at his wrist with the fan, which he more than allowed. Amon planted his lead foot, the foot that had just kicked her, right into the ground as he lowered his left hand just low enough for the fan to whack at the back of his hand, like a nun with a ruler for an out of control child. A blow for a blow, after all. Amon bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity as he leaned forward, eyes glaring up at her before he launched himself up and forward with could have been intent to kill. His left hand had taken the blow, sure, but his right was fine -- that very same appendage pulling
back by his right hip as that explosive and rising in-step added more than enough power to what was coming. Right hand curled into a fist, he allowed that hand to shoot out in an uppercut so vicious that one could hear his fist cut the air in a show of precision and speed. He had taken away some of her agility and taken her blow for a reason, after all. Calloused knuckles aimed to slam directly into her solar plexus with the full intention of dropping his opponent and finishing the fight. A good, solid strike to that area could drive the air from someone's lungs, seize their breathing, and cause the one blasted to cease being able to fight at all. It was a body shot that could end a fight in a heartbeat.



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In a cutthroat world, one needs to be cutthroat at almost all things but who is to say that a bit of elegant flare can't be mixed in, yes? Yes, at any rate, there is a fight to well continue. Wait, he chose to take the hit? Why? Oh, that's why. There is no way this blow can be intercepted and given that how she was just locked against him, Ako has no choice but to take it. Despite having full control over her own breathing the woman can not force any air out as she crumples to the ground before Amon. No longer able to fight. Her whole body is in pain. But at the same time? She is satisfied, pent up frustration and energy released. When will her lungs be able to draw in breath? Or rather...she starts to cough and gasp trying to take in precious air but damn her whole body is in pain.


Nasir 5 minutes ago
Just like that, the fight was over, his fist smashing directly into her solar plexus with debilitating effect. His posture remained the same for moments until after she fell to the ground, at which point, the young man knelt by her and looked her over. She was his opponent, but that did not mean he did not care about her well-being. " .. Not bad. Do you need a hand? " His words were spoken roughly, but without mocking or concern. Some possessed too much pride to accept aid, while others didn't mind.