Doc Doctor

PARALYSED- BloodyRed Vs. Doc

@BloodyRed

Yeah, a similar rule may be found on this very Arena forum, in a link on the FAQs. Autohitting isn't an issue around here luckily.

I like deductive logic. If you can detail a reasonable depiction of a potential counter, and if you feel like it's a good one, go for it. I'm just wondering how the punch would occur reliably with the sequence of events as they're posted in relation to how you say they proceed now. Red would have to deal with the thumb grab before he slid his body parallel and launched the punch. Can Red counter the thumb grab and still move into position for a proper punch? That's what I wanna find out IC, nothing's ruined at all.

I apologize if I come off as rude or anything. I just kinda gotta flesh it out, perfectionist style, so everything is as clear as a Rocky Mountain river. Some things need to be clarified OOC and it's a bitch sometimes, oh yeah, but it's all a part of the process. The important thing is that we can communicate what occurs in the fight concisely and with supportive reasoning if we need to clarify details. Some people don't like me because I get tedious with that schtick.

By the way, how about any mma videos where a fighter gets dropped by a punch in the left armpit? The spleen doesn't count.

PARALYSED- BloodyRed Vs. Doc

@BloodyRed

Of course, of course, I do the same thing by describing the likely effects of certain techniques. It's just another way to maintain control in a fight. I had supposed you were referencing the above kind of heart disruption in the Wikia, as I'm unfamiliar with the one you've brought up. Could I perhaps trouble you for a piece of reference material, maybe an online martial arts article, medical journal, or something similar that supports the validity of the technique?

Also, I must stand by my statement that Kull's counter would occur before the punch, as the order of the actions as they occur is evident in the posts. The *KRIK* occured after the half-step, meaning Kull went for Red's thumb as soon as he was grabbed.

And so, yes, Red can indeed let go before he's grabbed, and avoid the *Krik* before he finishes his half step, but that'd be /before/ his punch connects, or before he can even pull Kull in close.

Peach Feast In The Jade Emperor's Palace

@LeeRoy

He'd had already jogged halfway out of the courtyard by the time the Jade Emperor introduced Shin. Their words, their faces, their food. Gonad saw but he didn't see. He'd been on autopilot, going through the motions, traveling, training, with only his eight wives emotionally anchoring him to this world. These days everything seemed to pass by him in a bland haze of noise and light, behind which wafted fond memories of grand battles past. He'd heard something just then, however, that cut through the disconcerting fog of boredom he'd been living in.

>"A perfect match for you... The Man who will kill you!"<

Dusty gears began turning. He turned around, eyes big, wide, and brimming with innocent hope. He ignored the Jade Emperor, focusing only on Shin at that moment.

"I am Shin Zhou, born of China to the late Ming Dynasty. It is a pleasure to fight in the company of my people's Gods, and a pleasure to meet you despite your unfortunate circumstance."

Mirth radiated from Gonad's infectious grin, a giddy chortle escaping him and his single eye rolling up with joy. There was a swagger to his step as he made his way back into the courtyard, sending tables skidding recklessly out of the way with his feet to make room. He'd stop four meters from Shin, looking the little fella up and down, unable and unwilling to hide his delight. He glanced over at the Jade King beyond Shin, apparently 'seeing' him for the first time.

"Hrah... The Gods...?"

Gonad slowly turned a full circle, studying the setting in earnest. By the Sky Yak, he really was in the company of gods. They all shone with beauty and color, and they also stared at Gonad as if he were a goat with an extra head on its ass. Gonad's eyes shot open even wider.

"BWAH! Gonad has found a divine place, and the gods themselves grant Gonad the desire of Gonad's heart! Gonad has no choice but to accept this challenge! Gonad sees Shin Man. Gonad be Gonad Yaksplitter, from Village of Gonad! If this be duel honored by the gods, then Gonad will fight with the purity of birth, and no other way."

Every single last article of clothing and equipment fell to the floor in turn, and was kicked unceremoniously to the sidelines. The eyepatch, a necklace of animal teeth, large steel bracers, tassets, loincloth, big-ass boots... In less than a minute Gonad would proudly stand before Shin, before the palace, before the gods, buck naked and armed with nothing he hadn't emerged from the womb with. Before Gonad might have been likened to a bull, armed with hooves and horns and sheer mass. Now, however, he seemed to almost appear as a god himself, unburdened by the world and free to let his presence expand. He hid behind nothing, had nothing to hide, ready to leave the mortal world in the same way he'd entered. With simple nudity he'd become a singularity, complete within itself. Practical sense had nothing to do with it, and neither did divinity. The gods themselves might flinch before the spirit of a mortal.

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@BloodyRed

Red can still throw his punch but note that the *KRIK* in my description, or the sound effect of Red's thumb being broken, occured after the half-step.

Studying your post, I see that Red takes the half-step and then slides parallel with Kull, using his momentum to pull Kull into the punch for added power after locking out his arm. Thus, taking that order into account, Kull's arm would ultimately not be locked out if he broke the thumb, and he'd not take the punch at full power if Red carried through anyways.
I'm not saying Kull won't get hit, but his move kinda interrupts Red's.

As for the heart stopper, here's a quote from the Wikia on that.

"...Impact occurring within a specific 10– to 30-millisecond portion of the cardiac cycle. This period occurs in the ascending phase of the T wave, when the ventricular myocardium is repolarizing, moving from systole to diastole (relaxation).
The small window of vulnerability explains why it is a rare event. Considering that the total cardiac cycle has a duration of 1 second (for a base cardiac frequency of 60 beats per minute), the probability of a mechanical trauma within the window of vulnerability is 1 to 3% only. That also explains why the heart becomes more vulnerable when it is physically strained by sports activities..."

Now it IS technically possible, but Red would have to be flat out superhuman to perform it at will, as he'd need the senses and utterly flawless timing to detect virtually everything about the state of his opponent's heart and attack at rhe right fraction of a millisecond. It's not really something any human in history has ever been able to do outside of a rare freak accident.

Peach Feast In The Jade Emperor's Palace

@LeeRoy

"HRAH!! Fine hike that was! What be this, a festival?"

Gonad clambered into the courtyard, soaked in sweat. He jogged past a lounging goddess, casually yoinking her toga right off her body and toweling off with it. She blushed and looked away, refusing to meet the eyes of her fuming god-husband who just so happened to be both bald and beardless.
Gonad waddled up to a table, flossing with the toga to dry his loins. It made squeaky noises. He seized a hoblet of wine and cocked his head back, downing the sucker whilst tossing the toga over a shoulder and into the nude goddess's lap.

"Now that thirst of Gonad is quenched, Gonad must drop ballast! If not, never will Gonad reach village for dinner with wives next month."

He picked up a peach, examining it.

"A girly fruit! Gonad needs PROTEIN!"

In a bound he was on the table, platters clattering, wine spilling, and peaches tumbling, his tassets and loincloth around his ankles. He kicked them off the table and squatted down resolutely.

Silence

Then...

A concerned grunt, strained at the end. Thighs tensed, Gonad began to strain.

Some stared in utter bafflement. Others squeezed their eyes shut and looked away. It started with a raw, dumpy fart, one that stank like rancid eggs. A great looping coil of rich brown poo decorated the peaches like tinsel on a Christmas tree, spindling into a fat pile of fudge. Gonad cast his eye up to the heavens, a single vein throbbing between his eyes, face slowly turning red from the effort. A space in the clouds opened, and as if by divine intention a ray of bright sunlight fell upon him like a spotlight.
"Grrruuuhaaawwww!"
A thick malodour packed the air, pressing in on everyone's sinus cavities like an encroaching wall of stench. It just kept churning out. Flecks of shit suddenly shotgunned out of the barbarian's ass to the accompaniment of a sharp bout of stuttering flatulence, dung-speckling the fruits of the gods. Gonad groaned and took a step forwards, the tendons in his neck straining as a colossal log emerged from his recrum. It plowed directly onto a single, solitary peach, velvety and pure...

The peach was squashed unceremoniously with a table shaking thud, the doorstopper turd reducing it to a pulp under a pile.

"Now Gonad can make good time!"

He was mindblowingly oblivious to the company he was in.

PARALYSED- BloodyRed Vs. Doc

@BloodyRed

The elbow strike could have caused damage if Kull's arm had remained straight. He released Red's nose to partially bend his elbow, the blow bopping his arm up a couple inches with a meaty thud. Suddenly, Red was gripping Kull's forearm and seeking an armlock.
Kull's eyes briefly widened in surprise and Red took his half-step, casting out his hard-trained technique with confidence.
*KRIK*
With a grimace of distaste Kull twisted his left hand palm up in his opponent's grip, exposing Red's thumb on the underside of his forearm. Applying his full set of industrial strength fingers to the task of curtly and efficiently freeing himself, Kull's right hand darted out to sieze his opponent's thumb in a beefy fist and wrench it backwards, hard and fast.

It was obvious that stocky fighters with thick necks and compact frames made for great grapplers. Their low center of gravity and strong, short limbs afforded a lot of leverage. In a real fight that meant a lot more, especially once they got past the reach of a taller opponent. It meant anything that could be grabbed could be destroyed. It appeared that this concept constituted a considerable portion of Kull's style.

The Cap'n didn't take his eyes off Red, ready for a sudden reaction. In his experience most fighters lost their wits as soon as a few bones got broken. They'd react spontaneously, aggressively, carelessly, but Red seemed to have true focus in combat.
That was just as well, for although Kull had an impudent tongue he wasn't so impolite as to hold back in a fight.

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@BloodyRed

The way Red studied Kull as a whole made it clear that he wanted to keep tabs on Kull's core movements to better react to attacks. Noting this, Kull took advantage of how his opponent was willing to wait ten seconds to respond to the nose boop. A scant moment after the boop Kull sought to sieze Red's nose between his thumb and the second knuckle of his index finger, twisting it to the side with such gusto that it would easily snap cartilage. It'd feel like having a body part caught in a garage clamp. The sudden sharp pain might force Red onto the tips of his toes as well, making his eyes water and compromising his sight.

"The fight's started already, bunglicker!"

Red wouldn't have the full ten seconds to perform his tendon punch, but the scrap had only just begun. Kull was anticipating that his opponent might try to grab his hand or fingers in reaction to having his nose twisted in half, but that didn't detract from his focus. He knew by experience that many fearsome techniques could emanate from any opponent at any time.
This was the kind of fight where hesitation wasn't a factor. Every second mattered just as much as every move.

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@BloodyRed

An excited tremble visibly ran through Kull's stout frame like an electric current, head snapping abruptly to the side with a crack before he seemed to physically shift into a lower gear, sinewy bulk settling lazily onto his bones.

"Ha! Sure! Vale Tudo, huh?!"

He fully extended his left arm, fingers splayed towards his opponent's face, and walked forwards into reach. If Red just stood there, Kull would keep advancing until his middle finger prodded the tip of fella's nose. Heel-toe, heel-toe, Kull moved steadily and smoothly, shifting his weight forwards only when each step was secured.

"Do whatever the hell you want, you DUMPY GINGERBEARD. I bet you've been waiting ages for a chance to go all out!"

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@BloodyRed

I spelled 'martial' wrong in my profile. It looks like 'martual' as I type this. As a perfectionist I must fix. Just so you know the reason for the profile edit.

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@BloodyRed

The door slammed shut behind Kull as he followed his new buddy into the alley behind the bar. He wore clean pressed jeans with a black leather belt and black leather boots. His white wifebeater was halfway tucked and had several holes worn through it. No doubt he could tear out of the old, straining shirt with a good flex. He looked like an incredible asshole.
He'd stop six feet away from his opponent, smirking down the middle of the alley, thumbs hooked nonchalantly in his belt.

"You were right, this is a good spot. There's no bell or 'ready go', so..."