For Dillon, about 45 minutes has passed. For Michael, only 15
"Here we go folks," Duncan calls from the center of the cage. "The semi-final to see who advances to face Alison Yates."
With a wave of his hand, the ref indicates the start of the fight.
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For Dillon, about 45 minutes has passed. For Michael, only 15
"Here we go folks," Duncan calls from the center of the cage. "The semi-final to see who advances to face Alison Yates."
With a wave of his hand, the ref indicates the start of the fight.
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Still at 1B, 6 Vitae
Michael walks down into the cage and cracks his neck in a very stereotypical gesture while waiting for Dillon. Honestly, he didn't expect to get this far: Mortals had that advantage of bruises healing without needing to spend Blood and going into Wassail. Still, fighting against Dillon...
Winning wasn't a real option but he could at least try to get one good hit in. Yeah, that sounded like a sensible goal.
The Savage grins. When he walked into Sacramento a few years back, Dillon's spit could wipe the floor with him. Now he could get that effect from the man himself.
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Dillon is also at 1B, 14 Vitae
Dillon gives Mike a lopsided grin that one only gives to a man across a cage when they are friends.
"We should stop when bones start cracking," he says, with a solid nod. His way of reminding the man that they can't risk Torpor, here. But it merely sounds like a common agreement, between the two of them, for such usual practices. Maybe it is.
Because Mike is so obviously a striker, the Reeve slips a mouthguard into place. It's black, and emblazoned with sharp teeth. Which is meant to be a wolf joke. But to the other Kindred, unless they've seen Dillon change his shape, it probably looks like a bad vampire pun.
While the Gangrel's teeth would easily replace themselves, he can't be arsed to keep track of an imaginary dental record if he ever meets any of the mortals here, again.
Dillon steps out slowly, first, offering the common courtesy stiff-armed fist bump of sportsmanship before backing to an appropriate distance to begin. He's still shirtless, but doesn't remove his footwear unless his opponent does.
Initiative 15
Initiative rolled only for expedience; it will occur after Michael responds, unless he tries to get sneaky and jump the gun
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Michael nods and backs into his own corner, taking a high ban-maby stance. Solid, flexible and, most importantly, feeling natural for him.
A mouthguard. Smart.
Right now he's glad for his short hair and relatively tight clothes. Dillon isn't the Reeve for no reason: the less openings, the more seconds Mike is going to stay on his feet.
He hasn't had his ass handed to him in some time. Even the Chapterhouse incident wasn't that bad. This is going to be fun.
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Dillon throws Mike a devious wink.
Exploding from his side of the cage like a predator descending for a kill, the Gangrel is a flurry. The swings are vicious, and for the most part, accurate. Anyone learned in various schools of Martial arts will detect shades of Wing Chun, though Dillon swings with more obvious power and brutality.
His fellow Savage will have to be on his toes to avoid crumpling to a heap. And if he's stupid enough to allow himself to fall to Torpor, the Reeve will be very displeased.
Dillon drops his Defense for Whirlwind Strike. He retains armor 1 versus bashing damage, and ignores up to 3 armor via Kung Fu and MAC.
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OOC
Holy fucking shit.
Ready to fight Dillon Connery? Really ready? Who was he kidding, if he trained all the time he might be good enough. In five to ten years.
Michael forgets about the attack completely, instead he hunkers down, doing his all in order to, at least, not get beaten into Torpor. The hits come in like lightning. One, two, three, four. Each one strong, each - faster than the last. He puts his shoulder between him and his Priscus and lets it and his leg deflect some of the attack.
Through some miracle of concentration he manages to avoid the worst of it in the beginning. But the third strike does it. He's not even sure what connects with his chest but it connects. Like a truck. Ribs can be heard breaking.
Somehow he manages to stay on his feet and raise his uninjured left hand:
"I give up".
And then he smiles at Dillon through the haze. He didn't use kid gloves. He's respected. And being respected by a man like that is really something.
Dodging, -1 WP to Defence against the first attack. Michael suffers 10 B. And is at 5L/2B
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There was a blur of violence and before Duncan could react, the fight was over, one having verbally tapped to the other and causing the ref to stop the fight in mere seconds after it had started.
Waving a stop to the fight, Duncan was clearly impressed as he stepped between Dillon and Michael, smiling at the technique used. "Nice, er, fight guys," he said, grinning. "You ok, bud?" the spiky-haired ref asked Michael before announcing the winner of the second semi-final.
End fight! Onto the final!!
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