[TOURNAMENT] Prelims - Quix vs. Velatha

[Daemn K'rryl]

OoC: All Round 1 fights will be against NPCs, so we can make this thing last longer .

The tournament was well and truly underway, with the third brightening heralding several promising spectacles and yet more of the blessed entertainment the fans were craving. The first two days had been absolutely electric, with four arranged fights happening - one in the morning, one in the afternoon each day - and several sidestalls and other amusements to keep the masses occupied. Already it was shaping up to be an absolute rip-snorter of a tournament, and this pleased the Riparian citizenry mightily.

High amongst everyone's favourite moments was the momorable fight on day one between two orc brothers named Gijak and Arau. This had lasted almost half an hour of pure bloodsport, as both had incredible pain resistances and just kept wailing on each other remorselessly. In the end, to the wild approval of the croud, Arau had thumped his younger brother mercilessly in a brutal left to the gut, and a vicious right came thundering on top of the orc's head as he doubled up winded. Gijak had swayed for a second or so before crashing heavily, a TKO. Already bookmakers were placing good odds on Arau to take the tournament.

All this was unimportant right now for the Tëleris named Quix, as he psyched himself up for the coming fight. For it was his own, the fifth official match in the tournament, and he was squaring off today with a little-spoken dracon named Valatha. The sea-elf eyed his opponent from across the ring, sizing him up - Valatha seemed to be of a fairly average build for a daintar, neither looking particularly overmuscled or sizeable at a nondescript five-foot-ten. His black scales dully reflected the morning light as it streamed into the building, and he jumped around and did standard warm-ups like any regular fighter. There didn't seem to be any tricks up this dracon's sleeve, and what Quix saw was probably all he was going to get.

The referee came into the ring to introduce the fighting pair, and also to give the standard warning to both specatators and combatants about utilising arcana and to the crowd to not interfere with a match. There was also a brief moment to remind Valatha that claws were considered weapons by the official rules, and to keep his wicked talons in check. The dracon didn't even speak, merely nodded and jumpe up and down twice on the balls of his feet, limbering up methodically. The ref cleared the ring and then...

Ding!

[Quix]

Quix gazed his opponet the Dracon. Quix was all adrenaline now. His heart pumping more and more blood into his veins with every beat. The crowd gave Quix even more of a high. He tryed to calm himself down just a bit so he would not get to crazy as to not be able to think clearly. He watched as the dracon jumped around all ready. Quix just kept in his mind watch for the tail. He has an extra limb over you so be quick but land good force upon the Dracon.

Quix moved closer to the center of the ring. His hands balled up into weapons. His left hand hung out further then his left. His right hand was there to help him parry anything ro atlest try to. Quix stood sideways with his left on the foot leading his left fist and his right foot was planted flat on the ground to be his strength.


Quix merely waited while watching his opponet. Quix figured that if the Dracon was gonna make the first move he would try to parry it and follow it with a left jab to the Dracons neck followed by a right hook to the head while hopfully not catching the Dracons tail if he decided to use it.

While thinking this through Quix cut out the noise from the crowd gazed deep into the Dracon's eyes. This was a fight and by the gods was it gonna end with the Dracon looking up at Quix.

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Quix had read his opponent well, and the no-nonsense dracon closed the gap quickly and led off with an exploratory punch to Quix' torso. The sea elf blocked it easily, his sonar detecting it from a mile off, and Velatha's left fist was pushed mercilessly aside. It appeared that the quiet fighter was not expecting the smaller and more slightly built elf to retaliate in a counter-attack, and while he managed to parry the first strike, the hook to the head caught the dracon completely off guard.

Quix' fist came thundering into the side of the darcon's skull, jerking Velatha's head sideways slightly and sending him reeling back. However, any chance the Thëlyri had of following up with more brutal strikes was cut off by the fact that his knuckles had split heavily and painfully - apparently forgetting that dracon scales were not just for show, his bare elfish flesh had not fared well against the combined strength of skull and scale. While Velatha stood back shaking his head to clear it, Quix was left hopping up and down with his right fish held in his left, until an official came to bandage up his hands. It was fully within the rules of the fight to have covering on hands and feet (though no shoes or heavy materials), and the officials had wondered why the elf would go up against the dracon without something to protect his knuckles. In the interests of a fairer and more entertaining fight, they did this now, stopping the action to run forwards and tie strips of cloth about his slender hands. The right one was immediately soaked crimson with the bloodflow, but an experimental tap into his left hand showed that he was able to continue using it without much discomfort.

As the fight resumed, Velatha kept his distance, glaring heavily at Quix. This time he was going to let the elf take the first move...

[Quix]

Quix didn't show any reaction to the Dracons head bobbing from side to side from his fist or to the matter that Quix' fist was now soaked in crimson blood. He merely shook his right hand up and down a bit and got back into his usual fighting stancebut this time his right hand hung out from him while his left hung back. His right foot lead and his left was planted firm on the ground.

Quix was stupid enough not to cover his hands or feet. The only tihng he wore upon his webbed feet were sandels that had leather straps the wound and wraped around Quix' calves and ankles.

This was it he surprised the Dracon and that was what he wanted. Still remebering about the Dracon's tail; Quix moved quickly towards his opponet.

He knew he'd have to be smart about this because the Dracon was waiting for him this time.

As Quix moved in closer and closer with speed he went to administer a right kick to the back of the Dracon's left knee and followed it up with a left hook to the Dracon's throat.

If Quix knocked the Dracon down like he was hoping he would then come downward hard with his knee into the Dracon's chest and leave it planted there and follow it up with a fury of blows to the Dracon's face.

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He had all the tricks he wanted to utilise, he had the smarts, he had the upper hand, but what he lacked was the proper experience.

Quix' strategy was a pretty good one - as the Thëlyri bobbed forward he unleashed a pretty vicious kick to Velatha's knee, which the dracon had not been expecting. Like all inexperienced fighters, the black-scaled combatant still expected a fight to be all upper-level traffic, employing only head and body shots. He was in no position to expect or counter such a tactic from down low, especially when his attention was so firmly placed on the sea-elf's fists. He had tasted a blow from them and was determined not to do so again, but it would be to his detriment this brightening.

The foot crashed heavily into Velatha's left knee, easily crushing the leg and causing it to buckle. However, the dracon did not just stumble - he actually dropped to one knee, something Quix did not expect, and where the elf should have followed with a body blow he attempted a hook to the neck that sailed right over the dracon's head. Overextending slightly, he left himself wide open for Velatha to rise and bodily tackle Quix into the ground. The Thëlyri felt all the air rush from his lungs as his back was slammed into the hard dirt floor, and as he gasped for breath he saw Velatha clamber upright, pin his left taloned paw into Quix's right shoulder to immobilise it and draw his own right fist back up for a brutal punch to Quix' face.

[Quix]

Quix hit the ground with a thud gasping for breath as his opponet used his attack against Quix. Seeing that the Dracon immobilized Quix by holding his shoulder down with his taloned hand Quix knew he'd have to react quickly before the punch from the Dracon came or he would surely loose this fight and not be getting up. Maybe even not live through this battle.


Quix did not hear the crowd, whether they were cheering or booing at him or the Dracon it did not matter. This was a fight. A good 'ol street fight between two races for supremacy.

Without hesitation Quix threw as forceful of a punch as he could towards the Dracon's throat hoping that if he did connect it would throw the Dracon backwards so that Quix could get up.

If Quix did connect with his attempt he would scramble as fast as he could to tackle the Dracon and follow it with a fury of punches to the Dracon's face.

If Quix missed and the Dracon's punch connected with his face then Quix would try to regain sense and attempt to wrestle the Dracon off of him.

[BlueberryKitty]

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