CAP- day 1: Bullfight (Evander vs. Matthew)

When he stepsout of the shadows I can see it's one of the guys. Well,I guess I'm not lucky enough to be matched with one of the little ones or a blonde chick. That would be too easy. I'm pretty sure they matched us on purpose because we're similar in height and built.

His steps are measured but fast when he comes towards me, obviously dissapointed.

"You aren't who I'm looking for. And you're in my way."

"Oh well. Too bad." Obviously he's full of himself if he thinks he cantalk to melike that. Let's set his head straight. My tactic right now is: Don't get hit in the chest, so I'll do what I can to disable his hands.

Instead of tiptoeing around him I go straight into his comfort zone, smash my own fist in his wrist (by accident - I was aiming for his face which he tried to protect).
His own punch isn't fast enough to get me because I duck thanks to my good reflexes and then I'm on him again.
This time I grab his left arm and yank it around so violently and fast that I hear something pop.
'No hands, no fight' I think to myself and smirk athis expression.
"Maybe you're in my way, douchbag."

OOC: Figured I'd give you another post before I head on out. Included both rolls.

Damage points Evander 9,5
Matthew 0

The way his wrist cracks under my knuckles can't be good. The impact even hurts my own hand but his must have broken. 'Oh Shit' I think to mysefl and cast a brief worried glance at his troubled features. Of course I want to take out my opponent and do well but breaking his means to fight within a minute of this fight wasn't my intention. I almost want to apologize to him.

He throws a pained half assed punch towards me which I easily block and side step around him to give him a moment.
I do feel bad for the guy.
So my own next punch is only at fifty percent speed and gets blocked just as easily.
"Can you keep fighting?" I ask him hoping not to sound too sympathetic because it could be interpreted as weakness.
Let's see what this boy is made of!

Matthews damage 0/20

I don't get an answer when I politely ask him whether he can keep fighting with a snapped hand but instead he scowls at me. No wonder.
His actions tell me that he's not done even though his hits seem misplaced and without the necessary power.
Good for me. I'm not sure whether the broken hand did it or whether he's simply ot fierce enough but he doesn't seem to be an adequat opponent. Kind of weak.
After I block his attack I deliver one heck of a punch to his collar bone. They guy's lucky that it doesn't snap in two as well but it paralizes him enough to take a moment.
Once he's regained his strength he's pissed off. He swings at my face but I block the hit with my forearm, which takes the full impact. That'll be a nasty bruise.
Grimacing I shake it for a moment, then grab him, trip him and throw him to the ground when he least expects it.

"Stay down. You're done, kid." I growl at him because I know I've got the upper hand. He'll only break more bones.

Against my advice he jumps up and tries to attack but I jump out of his range.
At least he blocks my next punch.

Then his knuckles connect with my already bruised right arm causing me to wince. That one hurt, so now I'm starting to get pissed off. "Is that all yu got?" I stare him down with disgust, nostrils flaring.

This is a fight. So I'm not going to show any pity but move on with it and try to end it as fast as I can without him being able to punch my chest, which could be fatal.
I need to thinka bout Kyanite and protecting her, not him.
So I attack his broken left wrist again with one angry blow.
"Time to throw the white flag. Don't be stupid."

"Giving up isn't in my nature. You would have to knock me out for me to quit." He says through gritted teeth and I have to give him credit for that. he might not be a big fighter but he can suck up pain.

So I nod to encourage him. "Good to hear that. I intend to do that."
There's a mischievous grin playing on my lips when I threaten him.

My words seemed to have egged him on enough to step up his game. His fist connects with my body in a weird spot though: My thigh. I'm so not used to it that I don't lock. The pain isn't as bad as if he knocked me in the head but enough to make me suzck in some air - great that just made me hobble.
"Or defeat me fair and square."
I'm off balance so my attack doesn't get through. His however hits me fast and hard, so hard that the skin on my arm actually splits open and blood trickles down to my elbow while I clutch my arm to my chest. Pain's searing through my limb so badly I can't use it for a moment.
At the same time it unleashes my anger. I've had it. N more playing nice, no more indirect body shots.
I grit my teeth and haul off like there's no tomorrow, hammering my fist right ont his pretty little nose. Instantly it starts bleeding while his head flies back.