Koopa Stomp: Taladis vs Tank

Taladis stood waiting as the surroundings of the Pit became like a second-skin to him. The dark cat reached up and touched the tip of his nose as he growled. The cold green eyes drifting to the water momentarily, before he looked up at Tank. He raised his left hand up - with his right hand back closer to his body. His right foot on the backstep, and his left foot at the front-step. Tal started to move towards Tank, keeping his distance and starting to circle the man. The dull expression of the cat telling no story at all.

 

Tank looked around the pit at the crowd and frowned. There was something strangely familiar about this setting, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. It didn't matter much anyway, his attention was quickly shifted back to the black cat as he waited for the fight to begin. When he saw Tal take up a combative stance, he did too, though he purposely left himself open to a strike to his face hoping to bait him in for a counter blow. He circled in the same direction, keeping a little distance between them. His mind filtered out the background noise as he focused intently on the fight at hand.

 

Taladis had been moving to keep Tank at a distance, or at least keep him within his striking range. By Tank circling with him in the direction he was moving, Tal's power was in the proper place. Almost immediately, the dark cat moved forward on his left foot and twisted his hip as he jerked a rightlow kick shin first towards Tank's upper left thigh. Tal's hands held high as he threw the kick, and whether or not he landed - he would leap back and immediately started circling Tank again.

 

Tank had left himself open for a facial strike not a leg strike, so he wasn't quite expecting that. He tried to shift a bit to ease some of the pressure of the blow, but it still landed with a fairly solid hit and causing him to stumble back a few steps. Kicking. He hated kickers. It was going to be tricky getting past his long reach, but he took up circling again if there wasn't a follow up strike. His focus was now watching the legs for sign of the next attack as he tried to slowly and subtly bring himself in closer with each step to the side.

 

Taladis hadn't followed up at all after the initial strike. Taladis simply growled, as he let his hands drift slightly. He'd opened himself up just a bit, as he continued to move towards Tank's left - Tal's right. He walked in the water with a splashing sound, it didn't seem to bother his movement too much. Though, he'd thrown no strikes in this moment, seemingly just waiting for Tank to come in.

 

Tank had come in just outside of reach for his arms to strike, and in the final moment he would close that gap with a quick step forward as he swung his right fist carelessly for the side of Tal's head, however it was intentionally careless to throw him off defending the real strike that was coming in with his left hand aimed right for the sternum. If his right hand hit, the blow would be mostly superficial, a jarring knock but nothing more serious than a slap to the face would give. However, the stealth strike would all depend on what Tal had in mind for a counter to the initial.

 

Taladis was watching Tank's movements very carefully as he continued to circle. When Tank had jerked to the side with that right hand, Tal fully expected a bolo punch. His hands moved up quickly as he deflected the strike, but as he moved back from the bolo punch he had already started to shift his hips to throw a left low kick. He was caught halfway through the swing and Tank's basic uppercut into his sternum had nearly put Tal down right there. A loud gasp came from the black cat, as he moved backwards away from Tank - and out of the man's punching range. Tal was visibly winded from the punch, though his standing guard was still full, as far as bystanders could tell.

 

Tank was pleased as his little plan worked, though as Tal stumbled out of range it thwarted any attempts at a follow up strike. He just grinned to himself now mostly as he studied his victim lining up his next strike. He wasn't about to let the cat catch his breath before he tried to make a move, so coming in again for another quick strike he swung out with his left hand first this time, but unlike the last there was no follow up. This one seemed more aimed, more intent on landing the hit than the previous, and it was aimed right for Tal's temple. If he missed it would certainly throw his own balance off quite a bit as he had put his weight behind the blow.

 

Taladis had immediately moved back when Tank had come at him. The scene was an odd one, with Taladis backing up with his hands up - but not quite and Tank swinging wild. Tal's guard had taken the strike, and after the strike had been thrown - Tal push back off of Tank with his own body. Immediately after he jerked his body, his hips twisting entirely as his left leg shot up. His knee bent and then twisted, as he threw the head kick well - shin first at the side of Tank's head.

 

Tank had too much confidence for his own good and that would likely be his downfall. Underestimating his opponent's ability to recover and defend, his strike was easily deflected and as he was shoved back before he knew what was happening he heard a loud crack in his head and the next thing he knew he was staring at the ground with a loud ringing in his ears. He was still on his feet stumbling backwards, but doubled over from the force of the blow. He could feel blood running down the side of his face where the heel of Tal's boot had managed to cut in. "Kickers... I fuckin' hate kickers..." he muttered to himself.

 

Taladis had landed flush, but it was his left leg, not the right. For that, Tank might find himself lucky, as that right high kick had put out Rek. Tal pulled his left leg down as soon as possible, his left hand shooting out as he jabbed at Tank. If he'd made the man back up, Tal would chase him like he had chased Tal, backing him up with jabs and finishing up the combination with a right straight. Which if he missed, would end with Tal a little more than open, even if he'd landed. Had Tal not managed to back him up, he'd jerk to his left and throw a right handed bolo punch, as if to say to Tank - 'This is how you do it.'

 

Tank had stayed doubled over instead of straightening up quickly which left him in the pefect position to counter the incoming strikes. As Tal came forward so did he, charging forward with an angry yell and trying to tackle him with a shoulder to the midsection. Success or not in taking Tal off his feet, it would result in the blow missing his head and nailing him right in the shoulder blade which was fairly painful in and of itself. Being locked in his tackle move he had no time to react to such a blow though. It was either take him down or lift him over his head and bodyslam him while getting wailed on.

 

Taladis had started the combination of jabs, though it didn't pan out quite like he'd hoped it would. The dark cat let out another gasp of air, as he was nailed in the stomach by the tackle. Taladis hadn't been on the backstep, but the front step - and that left him in perfect position to get nailed. The dark cat was lifted up into the air - and let out a surprised grunt, no one had ever taken him off his feet before. Almost immediately after, the water crashed, as Tank came down hard ontop of Taladis - the dark cat letting out a another gasp. He hadn't had time to defend himself after hitting the ground, and was almost completely prone underneath of Tank, his body not quite working at the moment.

 

Tank was quick to follow up with his tackle, knowing he had the advantage now being in a close range grapple with the cat, that was unless he was as good with his fists as he was with his feet. He was quick to scramble over and try to straddle Tal so he could bring his fist down in a hard, straight down slam of knuckle to face. "I fuckin' hate kickers!" he'd shout at him if he got the chance to strike.

 

Taladis was still at the moment taken aback at being slammed into the ground, after being picked up. He'd been taken completely off surprise after all. The dark cat had managed to regain composure enough to wrap his l- nope. Tal's legs slipped as Tank took the mount. The only thing Tal managed to do was buck up with his legs, and try to force Tank up. That immediately stopped as Tank landed a solid shot to his jaw. He grunted unpleasantly, and brought his arms up quickly to defend anymore oncoming strikes. He was in a completely unadvantageous situation with Tank sitting on his chest, in prime position to punch, elbow, or headbutt him into oblivion.

 

Tank disregarded the arms coming up, he was pissed and he had meant what he said. He plain and simple, hated kickers, and now he was raining down blows trying to sneak some around the defensive position Tal had taken up. Swinging for whatever open spots he could find as he used his weight to do his best to try and keep him pinned beneath him. He was hoping that under the assault Tal would break his defense and he could get a good hit in or two, but the man was clearly a well trained fighter so the odds of him doing so were slim.

 

Taladis was clearly breathing heavily at this point, as he bobbed and weaved underneath of Tank the best that he could - moving away from the strikes that Tank was throwing out. Tal's hips bucked suddenly, as he tried to force Tank off of him. But nothing helped. The dark cat grunted in annoyance, as he opened his guard and took a big right hand that smacked him across the jaw with a loud pop. Tal wasn't completely helpless as he grabbed onto Tank's wrists immediately after two more punches landed - holding him as tightly as he could - trying to pull the man down against him.

 

Tank struggled once his wrists were caught hold of and put an end to his assault on Tal's defense. He growled frustrated as he tried his best to break the hold, and resist being pulled down. But after a moment he used Tal's attempts to bring him in close to his advantage, and hooked his arm tucking his hands in close to his chest, and twisted his upper half, trying to bring his elbow down like a knife aimed right for the mans mouth. His hope was to use his weight to cause some serious damage, maybe even knock out a tooth or two if the blow landed solid enough. Given Tal still had hold of his wrists, he had to work with what he could.

 

Taladis growled lowly as he took the elbow right to his mouth. The noise that was made as Tal's skin seemingly slip was very low, and sickly to anyone with enhanced hearing. Blood immediately began pouring from the long wound as Taladis continued to buck his hips. He snarled loudly, as he finally managed to position his legs wrapping them around Tank's waist - breaking the man's control over him finally. Body control was a wonderful thing when it worked in your favor. Tal continued to struggle as Tank still had the top position, but Tal still had a-hold of his wrists.

 

Tank had twisted back now to face Tal on the ground infront of him, but as Tal's legs wrapped around him he knew he was in trouble. Damn cat and his damn legs! Muttering something about kickers again, he tried for a quick strike with his head. Given the proximity unless Tal had already started to pull him away, he'd try to slam his forehead right into Tal's nose, he knew it was the weakest point on his face and the pain would daze the man quite a bit if he succeeded. Granted the blow with his own head would jar him a bit himself. Especially after the kick he'd already suffered.

 

Taladis' head immediately snapped back and hit the concrete. He was a little jarred himself. The loud thud of the Hound's head against his had been more than enough to cause Tal's ears to fall back against his head. He let out a low growl, as his blood continued to drain down off the side of his face and into the water. The dark cat's legs slipped back and moved to Tank's hips in a practiced manner. Almost as quickly, he had already pulled back on Tank's wrists and soon extended his legs kicking forward to kick Tank off of him. If he'd managed to get distance, almost immediately Tal would throw two feet at Tank's head - before standing up. If he hadn't managed to get away? He was probably in the shit.

 

Tank was rearing back to deliver a follow-up headbutt, and a rather nasty one at that, but his attempt had only left him open for Tal to throw him off as he'd planned. Caught off guard by the sudden movement, he quickly found himself at odds with the cat, and before he even had a chance to react to having his cushy seat stolen away, he felt a resounding kick slam into the side of his head. It threw him back a bit more, knocking him over into the water quite stunned. Reflexively he struggled to try and get back to his feet despite the odd way in which the room seemed to be spinning now.

 

Taladis had immediately jumped to his feet, as his heart raced and his chest was heaving. It was now obvious that Taladis' forehead where Muromachi had elbowed him before was split open again. Blood literally masking his face as it had in that fight, the large cut in his lower lip from the elbow from before a souveneir from this one. Tal was now on his feet while Tank was not on his. Not one to waste an opportunity, Tal immediately shot forward - stepping onto his left forefoot and throwing a soccer kick at Tank's head. Even if that had missed, Tal spun around and leapt into the air. One of the few times, the cat would leave his feet, aiming a stomp right for the top of Tank's head - face - or the back of his head. Whatever he could hit.

 

Tank had managed to get one knee under him but he hadn't gained much footing when the first kick came in and knocked him face down into the water. The cold shock of the water on his face was likely the only thing that was keeping him conscious after that. He moved to get his hands underneath him and lift himself up, still struggling to fight despite the fact that the two blows had pretty much put him out of commission. When the second blow came crashing down, that was it for him. Everything went dark as his face smashed back into the muck from the nasty blow and collided with pavement in the shallow depths. He lay still, not moving a muscle.

 

Taladis connected flush with the soccer kick, and the stomp both. Loud noises following both connections. The dark cat immediately pulled himself away from Tank, as he backed up looking down at the hound. He reached up and wiped the crimson mask from his face, only to have it replaced a moment later. Tal looked up towards Dmitry and growled in that low tone, "Knock out. Flying stomp." He said, then glanced back down towards Tank, "Medic."

 

Dmitry Luminos balls his hands into fists and jumps up to his feet. "THAT'S IT!" it shouts, with as much relief as finality. "3 and 0 undefeated....your winner by knockout, TAL!" He adds a whole lot more in his mind, but that's enough for the crowd. "Medic!!" he repeats.

 

Chisaki Nakajima growls harder still as Dmi calls out loudly..she'd narrow her eyes at him...waiting for her son to man up and get his as over to her.

 

Aranea Cullen: Janus... Randulf... would rise slowly seeing Tank sank into the muck. At the cry of medic. He would instantly move towards Tank, through the muck.

 

Amiya Viper stoic expression was quite passive as she watched the final blow to Tank. Head cocked a bit as dark eyes peered down on his form barely visible really as it would likely be slumped int he murky sludge.. not condusive to breathing for sure. Long muscular tail lashed behind her as good left hand flexed, and once Medic was shouted she moved for the edge but at seeing Randulf move ins he halted. Waiting on the walk above she simply crouched down along the edge and watched... the man had his pet and his medic.. there was little reasonf or her to go leaping down into the sludge.

 

Kayleigh Jigsaw clenched her jaw. A shuddering breath, she hadn't realized she'd been holding, had escaped her. Blue eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to make him get up. "Get up, goddamnit." It had been said through clenched teeth to keep her voice from cracking. She shook her head slightly as the fight was called. "Please just live. If he killed him..." She let it trail off. She just hoped Tank hadn't gotten himself killed.

 

Sapphira Laval jumped down into the water straight for Tal then.... she raised a fist and would throw her shoulder into a full blown punch to his chin - left to right. Phone clenched in her hand only added to the fist "Learn some patience."

 

Little Ming wasn't going anywhere, though he could likely be easily revived after the blow, he was likely to be fairly out of it even if he was roused to consciousness. It was quite possible he had a concussion, and possibly even a fracture at the back of his skull where the boot had hit.

 

Aranea Cullen: He would bow his body down slowly to retrieve his Canis from the water. Moving to cradle the man, being careful of the spikes on his gauntlets.

 

Taladis Tower stood there for the next few moments, still bleeding. He reached up and tapped at the tip of his nose, as he turned his body and reached for his cigars. The splashing of the water hadn't phased him, and when he turned back - he got clocked right cross the jaw by Sa. The already bloodied cat hadn't seen the punch coming, and they say - the punches you don't seem coming.. Tal's body went limp for a moment as he hit the water after Sa connected completely flush. He caught himself in the water a moment later, but he was clearly dazed by the power of the woman. Must be the ass.

Done