Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
And lazily, as if he didn't really care, the referee called the match and Enir had officially broken his stalemate of 10 wins and 10 losses into 11 wins and 10 loses. He was still damn average but he was 'getting' better if slightly. Moving over to the kid who probably got his leg busted up from that specialty of Enir's, said kicker carried him up with the help of the referree before bringing him over to the bunch of cloths that were laid on the floor to be used as some kind of sick bay.
Having been called over from his own set of stretches, Vice was actually surprised to know that a fellow user actually had his knee fucked by a Normal. Provided that back then, he himself was a pretty damn tough normal, but the idea of a persona actually making sure they didn't get too hurt within the walls didn't really apply here.
Huh.
Thankfully, the guy who was in charge of the medical bay was around and got around to fixing the injured fighter's knee. The biker, however, just shook his head in slight disappointment. He had expected a bit more from the green eyed teenager.
Post by Jonathon Montoya on Feb 27, 2014 20:11:11 GMT -5
Jonathon woke up on a bed. Noticing the roof was still high and metal, he realized he was still in the warehouse, and in pain. Sitting up he saw his knee was wrapped up and that he was on a poorly put together hospital bed. Glancing over he saw Vice standing off to the side. "That didn't go as well as I thought." Jonathon said, not really to Vice, mostly to himself. He remembered being kicked and falling, but after that was mostly a blur. "What's the verdict. How long till I can be on my feet again." He wanted to win a fight at some point.
"You can get on your feet in a few hours. We've got a few spare crutches there to get you up to an actual hospital to get your shit treated. From there, it could range from 2 weeks to 2 months or so what the medical guy said." Vice looked around, making sure that none of the other fighters were within eaves dropping distance. "That's if we go by normal procedure anyway. You know the other users right? Heavy healing spells and all that. Get them to fix that for you, and it'll probably take a day or two at most."
Shaking his head and remembering something, Vice walked up to the side of the cloth bed that Nate was lying down on and knelt down. His arm extended with an open palm and waved up as if he was expecting something to be given to him.
"Give it to me, your entrance pass for the club. Until you get that shit fixed, your privileges are revoked."
Post by Jonathon Montoya on Feb 28, 2014 22:51:36 GMT -5
Jonathon didn't want to revoke his membership. Sure he'd lost his first two matches, but was that really grounds for expulsion? Well, rules were rules. He figured resisting would just wind up with Jonathon in more pain then he was already in. "Fine." Jonathon said, pulling out the slip of paper that said he was part of the organisation. "You haven't seen the last of me Vice, I hope you know that. As soon as I'm back on my feet and can fight. I'll prove my worth to you." With that, Jonathon began to force himself to stand up. "I should be on my way for now." As he began to limp out of the warehouse and onto the street.
"Get your ears checked too. I said that you'll be welcome to try agin when you've fixed your leg. Try not to be a dimwit, alright?"
Vice taunted as h saw the kid try and stand up. It would've been inspirational, seeing a man stand up despite having an injury like that but whatever brownie points Jonathon won for that got negated by the utter stupidity that he'd been showing lately. It may not sound all that true if Vice was the one saying it but fighting often took more than just your fist.
There was no need to be an academic but using your brain was damn well required in this kind of thing. With tht said and done however, Vice cracked his knuckles and turned back to the old man who was in charge of matches. Time to go break a few bones to at least make this trip worth while.