Gaia vs Oleg Igorevich

Oleg Igorevich 1 hour ago
A pause and he hummed, stopping his walking just long enough to turn and look her over before returning to his leisurely stroll, guiding her to one of the arenas that wasn't in use. "I'd say that we shouldn't try to kill each other. Maybe to submission or knock out? If we use something like a sumo ring or a boxing ring we could also go with ring out."

Gala 1 hour ago
Nods in agreement. "Submission works." She replied as they step into the empty arena. Gala stepped away from Oleg, giving them some distance as she raises one arm high in the air as she tilts her torso to stretch herself, repeating it the other way as well. "Just so you know, no matter how this turns out, I harbor no ill will!" She calls out to him wanting to solidify this was a friendly match.

Oleg Igorevich 1 hour ago
As she stepped away he stayed where he was, pulling his shirt off and tossing it off to the side to reveal the six arms and the muscular male beneath the fabric. As it was, the arena stayed the sandy Colosseum that was the base arena when it wasn't changed. Her shout was met with one of his own. "Same, this is just a fight for fun! Best of luck!'


Gala 1 hour ago
Inhaling deeply, Gala exhales slowly through her nose before raising her right left leg up till her knee was nearly up to her chest. Her arms bend upward to balance herself on one foot. Gala's eyes shift towards, and thrusts her foot towards the ground. Upon impact, the ground crumbles to the impact, several large chunks of the arena get dislodged and rise up from the ground of the impact. While the chunks of rock took a moment to become airborne, Gala rears her right elbow back, and thrusts her fist into one of the rocks. Her punch caused the rock to break apart instantly, becoming several more as they all fly towards Oleg like a shotgun blast from where she stood as the other rocks fall back down around her feet at the cracked and broken up ground she stood on now.


Oleg Igorevich 1 hour ago
Had Oleg been expecting that? No, not at all. PErhaps he should have been however, considering the frequency of people that could level cities with a single swipe of their hand, but that was something to be focused on later. The shotgun spray was met with the Russian male dropping down to lie flat on his back to dodge it, shortly before popping himself up to his feet. A quick glance between her and where the shrapnel likely embedded itself in the wall later and he was raising a brow at her. "What happened to not killing each other?" A shouted question, followed by him dashing towards her. Despite his height, he was fast. Shockingly so for most people, let alone someone at seven foot.

Gala 58 minutes ago
"You look tough." She replied, seeing him suddenly dashing towards her. She took a more defensive stance, making sure her legs were slightly bent, with her right foot behind the left, and her arms up and ready to react and block. Her eyes narrow, as her hues scan over his form, though her experience fighting someone with six arms was pretty damn limited to that time she was gangbanged last week by 3 dudes.. Gala shook her head as she tried to focus instead of remembering good times.

Oleg Igorevich 43 minutes ago
Her stance was noted as he closed the distance, though the only thing it lead him to do was to get closer to her right side. He slowed before he came into reach of her however, slowing from the dash to a leisurely jog to prevent himself from slamming into her. Not enough time to launch another volley of rock shards, but plenty to prepare herself. Perhaps he should have been taking things more seriously, but he didn't feel like rushing at the time being


Gala 29 minutes ago
Gala had been in many fights, and with that experience she gained a keen sense for timing. As Oleg went more around to her right side, Gala's legs lower just a little more, either planting herself or getting ready for something else. As he got in closer, she knew just how to time it where when she attacked, he'd be right outside of his own arms reach, but plenty of room for her to connect. With him jogging, he'd have no time to stop as her torso twists, and that left leg comes whipping around. Her foot extended out with toes curled in. It was fast, and he was about to run into a nasty roundhouse kick.


Oleg Igorevich 16 minutes ago
For the first time in the fight would the males six arms come into play, and that play was responding to the round house kick that Gala threw. The three respective arms on the side that the kick came at him from dropped between him and the blow, planting forearms to block her shin, knee, and thigh respectively to tremendously minimize the damage that the blow could deal against the limbs they contacted again. The moment the leg was blocked the male responded with a series of blows with hardly a quarter of a second between their impacts from the opposite side of his body, a hook to the ribs, stomach, and head. The place where the benefit of having three arms instead of one came into play, his opponent would be forced to either block the head and ribs, or the ribs and the stomach. Either way, he was getting a hit in.


Gala 7 minutes ago
With her arms already bent in preparation, but she wasn't really prepared seeing three fists coming at her at once, in near rapid succession like that. She'd sweep an arm from the inside and divert the blow to her ribs to the side. The other did the same to the fist targeting her head also brushing it too to the side with a sweep of her other arm. There was practically nothing she could do, but tighten her abs and brace for the last punch to land into her stomach. She felt it too, as the fist sinks into her belly, causing her to scoot back a couple of inches on her one foot, her leg wobbles a moment. She had to swallow to keep anything from coming up. Her eyes widen widen a bit, as she finally exhales to reduce the impact driving into her belly. She managed to stand her ground, but just barely on her one foot, lowering her other to gain stability. She drops it behind herself and firmly plants it on the ground. She needed an edge, it was like fighting 2-3 people at once with this(c)

Gala 30 seconds ago
(c) guy. Leaning back, Gala lifts her leg up, knee coming up to her chest with her leg coiled in as tight as it could get. Suddenly, her leg from the top of her thigh, all the way to her toes ignite into a fire! The heat from it emitting could start cooking flesh in seconds as she thrusts her scorching foot towards his torso with enough force if it connects it would easily launch him and his weight back at least a foot or two.

Oleg Igorevich 29 seconds ago
One moment he was feeling good, the next she brought her leg up and lit it on fire. To say he panicked was an understatement. The front kick she performed was met with the male stepping to the side of it, to the outside of her kicking leg to put his front at her side. And while she recovered from the missed kick? He was throwing blows again. The lowest arm on the side closest to her back came out to crack her between the ribs and the hips with another hook, one aimed with surgical precision to strike her kidney. The middle arm closest to her front followed it up with a hook aimed for the bottom rib of the half of her rib cage closest to him, the easiest rib to break with a well placed punch, and another third blow followed in the form of a jab with the top hand closest to her back once more, aiming to socket his knuckles between her ear and jaw to dislocate it. And again it was a machine gun flurry of blows, though this time with him putting half of his body, and strikes, half way behind her he was minimizing the number of blows she could easily, or effectively, block while still putting herself in a good position to counter or retaliate.


Gala 4 seconds ago
Upon somehow wiffing the kick, with them in such close proximity made it seem like Oleg teleported if he was able to get around to her side like that. Feet just couldn't sidestep like that, that quickly after throwing that many punches forward, or so she thought. Knowing immediately this was a bad, really bad position, she used her get away card. Out of her extended, kicked forward foot, fire ejects outwards like flamethrower and propelling Gala backwards since the forward thrust energy exceeded what Gala used to hold it back immediately right before any of the thrown punches could connect, but leaving Oleg in a jet-stream of fire to get burned by. Gala didn't even try to land such a reckless move as she stumbles back, and ends up falling onto her bottom and sliding several feet behind. Rolling onto her back, she kicks herself back up into a standing position quickly, not wanting to get caught off guard as she got back into a stance to fight.



Oleg Igorevich 14 seconds ago
The flames that she bathed him in elicited an angry shout from the Russian as his flesh was toasted, leaving the males normally tan flesh tinged red with burns, and bits of his hair lit up like wicks. Palms rose and gave a cursory patting of the singed hair as he grumbled something about hair cuts, shortly before his attention returned to her. "Feeling a bit warm today isn't it?" Brow rose and head tilted as the male almost leisurely strolled his way towards her. He wasn't moving like someone in a fight to close the distance between them, instead walking at the pace that one might walk at if they were taking a moonlight stroll along the beach. Unrushed, calm, perhaps with his attention cycling to other places. Why? As he walked the redness of his skin was slowly reverting in parts of his body, easing back to the original color as the wounds gradually healed themselves. Much more quickly than most people, but it was slow even for just flesh burns.


Gala 2 minutes ago
Reaching behind herself seeing how Oleg wasn't in a hurry anymore, and brushes off the dirt from her butt from where she slipped in her retreat. "Those extra arms come in handy." She couldn't help but giggle. "I guess I should had come clean before, I'm not human." She admits. "I am glad you can heal, I would feel really bad if that was permanent. Here, sorry for burning you." She said, as she reaches up with both hands and pinches the tops of her flame designed pasties covering her nipples and peels them down and off before cupping her caramel colored breasts, giving them a nice lift and squeeze as she smiles over at Oleg.