Post by Vice Ysal on Apr 2, 2014 9:10:42 GMT -5
A small breath of air slid past his cheek, the lingering friction from the proximity leaving a small red line on the flesh as Vice tilted his head towards the right. The fist that had meant to connect with his nose over extended itself way past any kind of return and in turn gave the biker an opening that was viciously capitalised on. His bandaged fingers clung to the back of his opponent's head and with a great heave did the fighter threw his knee up. The sickening sound of blood being drawn echoed in the otherwise silent arena. There was a crowd watching, blank stares coupled with looks of disgust and fear all around, but Vice didn't care. This fucker wanted a fight, and it was something he was going to give him without any restraint.
The second knee came up and this time Vice felt it hit the other guy's jaw. He was about to follow it up with an elbow strike from above towards the exposed neck but the limp resistance he felt from his opponent stopped him. Shaking his head, disappointment evident on his face, Vice spat towards the side before throwing the victim towards the floor. The guy was still alive, if a bit bloodied on the face from numerous strikes to said area, and was breathing fine. Vice made sure not to break any ribs but apparently rearranging the male's face was just fine with him.
"Toss him in the ward. Let Mishima take care of it."
The victor called out to the nearest members of the fight club as he caught a towel thrown at him. There was no round of applause, just shaking of the heads at the poor bloke who thought it'd be fine to fight Vice of all people. Normals didn't really do much anymore against him, his body having tempered by the pain of the shadowlands, but it was still good exercise when he held back as much as he could against them. It just so happened that this guy decided pissing the already irritated fighter to be a good thing. Wiping the sweat off of his neck and pulling out on one of the available drinks, the red eyed male took quite a bit of fluid down to get hydrated again before slumping on one of the available crates.
'I'm not getting any better with just them. Too slow, not durable enough, and there's barely any excitement no matter how much I hold back.'
Ripping the top off of the bottle, the irritant fighter just chugged down what remained of the bottle in a fit of annoyance.
Kyle Shibata