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"That takes care of one wish," Sofia tells Mateo, snuggling close and kissing him. "I'll join you for the bath, and I think the other one will take care of itself."
Jessi, meanwhile, watches Nightfall, obviously liking what she sees. Then she sees him approach another vampire, and recognizes who it is. "Nope, that one's def'nitely taken. Dammit." She pouts to herself.
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Marcus shakes the offered hand. "Thanks... James is it?" He simply stands back listening as yet another man walks up. Well, Cathie is certainly a popular girl tonight. He gives the Ogre a sly look and a nod as she mentions missing an... edge. Soon, however, Marcus feels he has little to contribute to the conversation and a great desire to sleep for a week or two, so he says his farewells. "Gentlemen. Cathie, a distinct pleasure. Goodnight." Battered and bruised, he ambles out of Glissade whistling a tune whose words he doesn't quite remember.
Justin climbs into the ring, seeing the pup from the bar that he had to instruct in Lunas ways. Now hell just have to show him the Blood Talon way.
Ralph remembers his opponent. "Hey, Justin. Small world, eh?" Their first meeting had been a little tense. Truth be told, it'd be a little cathartic to take it to blows.
Justin glares at Ralph, a mixture of glee and readiness on his face. "No kidding. Just so you know....im not going to take it easy on you because your a pup."
After that, Justin lunges at Ralph, trying to catch him off guard. Ralph dodges, ducks, and weaves around his barrage, with Justin not even scoring a single punch.
Damn, thought Ralph, I'm getting slow.
He gives his swings everything he's got, but hits nothing but air.
After watching Ralphs moves, and his stance, Luna silently whispered in his ear his weak points. Justin knew just what to do now.
He feints in to the left, and throw a quick jab straight to Ralphs chin.
Ralph winces as his head snaps back, but manages to land a weak blow in return. He feels his wounds begin to heal and knows that Justin's are healing just as fast. This could take all night.
Justin takes a couple more swings, knowing that anything he just dealt was fixed by Lunas all knowing mercy. "Ralph, if you know your place, and know the Oath of the Moon, your honor the high..." Justin swings and misses again. "Right Now!"
'Honor the high'?
"You heard me!" Justin exclaims as he still cant hit Ralph.
Ralph swings and swings again. The fight was too even, he'd need to dig deep for every advantage he had. Unfortunately, his swings still can't seem to touch his elusive opponent.
Justin tries to swing on Ralph, scoring against nothing but padding.
Justin finally connects a solid blow to Ralphs face.
Still reeling, Ralph manages to make a negligible hit.
Justin rolls with the punch, whirls around, and kicks Ralph in his thigh as hard as he can.
His equilibrium disrupted, Ralph hits naught but air.
Justin, feeling the flow now, taking a quick jab to the stomach. However, he knows
Ralph still healed past it.
Ralph takes a swing and misses.
Justin swings and cracks Ralph across the arm.
Ralph misses.
Justin, watching Lunas grace as well as Ralphs indifference to his own survival, delivers another solid pop to the chin.
Feeling dizzy, Ralph regrets leaving himself so open - but he had to make the best of it.
Justin finally misses, leaving Ralph an opening.
Sensing his opening, Ralph takes his chance. It's one of the better hits he's made in the match, but it leaves him drained.
Justin takes the punch like hes taken all of them, with a shrug and determination. However, he misses again, his rage building up as he sees his enemy healing.
Ralph misses as well, wincing internally as the wounds he's dished out heal uninterrupted.
Getting fed up with how long this fight has taken, Justin finally sees the opening he needs. He performs one of the most brutal moves he has ever tried. With the force of what seemed like a Mack Truck, he slams his foot down into the side of Ralphs knee, watching his lower leg bend at an awkward angle. Luckily, Justin has enough self control to keep his Wolf down.
Ralph falls over, giving the crowd a show. He winces as he forces the bones back into place with Essence; he didn't want his opponent accused of excessive force.
"Alright, you win." he gasps when he's able.
A Marathon of Wolf-on-Wolf Action
Adam Guilfoyle
Seeing his alpha was on the mat, Adam made his way up to the first rows. This fight was much longer than the previous one, with hammerman and swordguy; he was able to take thirty-one pictures. At the end, he cheers loudly as his alpha win. "Hurray Tamerlane!"
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Horse-Teeth Cathie
As the next combat starts, Cathie turns to James: "Your friend is one of those, no?"
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Mateo laughs at Vincent and smiles at Sofia.
"Well when all this is over we'll head back to my place, Jessi your welcome to come too. We can kick back and hang out, and then I'll have that bath."
Justin, feeling exhausted and a bit proud of what he just accomplished, jumps out of the ring and down to his packmate.
"Hey, bud. Make sure to put those pictures somewhere in the Den, framed of course. Pfft, this next fight is going to be a cake....but dude, i have to let you know...i almost lost it in there. Almost lost it bad, with that last kick. It wasnt good...."
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Connor was finally up and about again. He had off that stupid outfit, thank god. Bandages weren't much better though but they were easier to fight the instinct to lick and chew off.
Fu had forfeited his match against Tugboat. That was no way for a higher ranking pack member to act. Especially since he knew Fu was better than he was. Connor wondered where he had gone. A little itch was added to that of his bandages. Had Fu been taken while Connor was being taken care of by the doc? Connor hadn't noticed him leave.
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Vincent hangs around a little longer, waiting to catch the final of the unarmed tournament. He catches Mateo's words but says nothing. The thought of not one but two vampires at the den concerns him a bit.
I hope Gwen ain't at home, he thinks.
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After waiting around for what felt like long enough, Jayant grabs his belongings and leaves the dojo, happy with his performance but moreso with actually taking part. When he is far enough from prying eyes, he focuses on healing before heading to the rack to feed, fulfilling his hunger.
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Tug walks into the ring to find a masked opponent. What the hell? I didn't realize there were gonna be luchadors in this competition. He shrugs it off and walks to the center of the ring to tap fists with his competition, then returns to his corner to await the bell.
DING!
His last opponent forfeited, so Tug is fresher than his opponent, and breaks from his corner faster. He rushes forward, abandoning any thoughts of self-defense as he tries to secure a hold on the Masked Man. Gotcha, thinks the big Thyrsus, satisfied as he closes his arms around Peter.
"What the hell is with people grabbing me tonight?" Peter growls as he manages to get his forearm in the inside of big man's elbow when he goes for the clinch, using it as a means to force his way out of the hold. Peter backs up a bit, dropping into a stance to swing at his opponent.
Tug is undeterred by his quarry's escape. He's able to get a very solid hold on Peter this time.
"Seriously, knock it off man," Peter growls as he escapes again.
Zorro doesn't like being grabbed, huh? It's no picnic for Tug, either, but he's not deviating from his strategy. Make the other guy fight the way you want to fight. He reaches for him a third time.
Got 'em again. He's much too intense and frustrated over Peter's previous escapes to make witty banter, though.
"Oh, sunnuvabitch." Peter says as he tries to slide out of the big man's grip again and realizes he can't find an opening.
Peter struggles, but this time there's no escape from the Tug Hug...
3B to Peter
Peter tries to bring a knee up solidly into the big man's legs or lower abdomen area or... well, anything, but he can't get anything solid to land as his knee strikes tap at Tug's hip area. At this point, Peter's not even sure the man who decided to cuddle can feel his offense... or distinct lack thereof.
All of Peter's squirming around keeps Tug from getting in a good squeeze this round...
Peter keeps trying to drive his knee into anything that will hurt the big man, but he just can't shift enough to get anything solid to land.
Tug tries to get his crush on again...
5B to Peter, 8 total, Match.
...and another one falls to the Tug Hug. The big Thyrsus smiles as he executes a near perfect maneuver, and he didn't even get scratched this time. Who's left?
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