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olcharlieboi"You don't seem too intimidated. Good." The mouth mask grinned to himself. "Let's see how you do with this!"
He started running towards Alucard, and started with a jump kick directed to his face.
A jump kick? People actually did that? Odd, still it merited a response. Alucard simply opted to stay on the defensive and ducked the kick with ease, turning to face his opponent once more. He'd like to see his foe's magic before beginning any real combat, it seemed that the masked man might feel the same. "Next?"
The man landed just centimeters away from Alucard, supporting himself on one hand and making a full turn while Alucard was talking.
"Don't take everything for granted, kid!" He aimed another kick for Alucard's head.
Kicks, such silly things really. Seemed to have too much vunerablilitiies for his taste unless excuted correctly. In response to the head shot Alucard spun downwards and lashed out with his own leg at the man's supporting hand. If his prediction was true it would only result in a dodge and another retailtory strike but he still needed to feel his opponent out.
"Heh. I like how you fight, dude." Instead of dodging, the man took Alucard's leg and impulsed himself to kick his stomach. "You are still just an amateur, tho. Get serious or you are gonna die here!"
Alucard winced at the sudden impact into his side, it seemed this man was willing to play an eye for eye. Well two could play at that game. Now they were both on the ground but Alucard was more in a position to strike. The tattoo on his left hand gleamed and Alucard sacrificed the movement in his left arm to power his right. Which promptly swung upwards directly into what Alucard hoped was the man's solar plexus. Kind of hard to aim in the position he was in, but the blow should knock the man away regardless.
"Oof!" The mouth mask let out as he was pushed back.
He landed several feet away from Alucard and massaged his chest. Damn, that was a good hit. Almost as if it had the strength of both arms of that guy.
His breathing was ragged and he struggled to get some oxygen into his lungs. The blow had made pushed the air out of his body.
"Ha... ha.." He then took a deep breath and stood back up, jumping a bit in place and making some of the sand fly. "Dude, it's been a while since someone got me this good! My body's been trained to withstand a lot of pain but that was as if a hammer was brought down on my chest. I should give you a reward!"
He then crouched down and prepared to run towards Alucard.
"Like, showing you some cool submission moves."
He then dashed forward at a rather incredibly speed, seeking to tackle him down and then take both of his legs in a figure four leg-lock.
He was holding back hm? No surprise really. But as soon as the man crouched Alucard's right hand shone with the same light and the man's muscles slowed down, in return for a steep increase in the man's sight, hearing, smell, and touch. Such an increase in so many things meant the price paid in physical ability was rather high. High enough for Alucard to strike the onrushing man with a kick directly to the temple, especially when combined with the shift of his left tattoo to removing the strength of both his arms and adding them to his legs.
The kick to his temple made some of his mask fall off, revealing some dark hair and a red eye.
Still, and despite the damage, the man continued to rush in. Yes, his brain had been shaken quite hard and the add to his sense of touch made it worse, but his mind was trained to withstand the harshest of pains.
He still took Alucard by his waist and trying to take him down, but, in the end, he couldn't.
"Huh? Huh huh huh huh? Why can't I take you down?" The man wondered, still with the same playful tone.
His stance was perfect and, according to him, he was putting in enough strength to take the guy down with him.
"Well then, time to fight dirty it is!" And then, he directed a blow to Alucard's groin.
A prime chance to strike. If he accepted the impeding blow they he could almost assuredly finish this fight. Of course the damage he would receive, and his date tomorrow... It was a risk. But he didn't like this man very much, the blow he received should've sent him flying to the side. Alucard didn't like it when things didn't go according to plan.
So he steeled himself and removed all feeling and ability to move from his waist down and brought it to his arms. And slammed his hands onto either side of the man's head in an enormous clap, reducing the amount of senses the man had enhanced to hearing and touch. Which meant that having his ears slammed should practically melt the man's brains. Of course it also meant that the man's blow would land successfully, but he shouldn't have the chance to make another one.
"ARGH!" He shouted and for a single moment, his whole body seemed to go limp.
Then, he responded with a fist to Alucard's temple, with all the strength his battered body could muster.
It seemed that his attacks were becoming more mechanical, but they were still sharp despite of the sudden change in tactics to a full-front assault.
Alucard yelped in disbelief and pain as the man managed to continue attacking despite the grievous blow he'd inflicted. What was this guy some sort of zombie? Now dazed from the blow Alucard had to either disengage or continue attempting to finish the fight. Maybe he had to remove this idiot's head to get him to stop
Though he couldn't really do that he could try the next best thing. His hands were still on the man's head so Alucard slightly shifted them to grip them man's chin and the top of his head and viciously wrenched sideways as hard as he could. If he couldn't even control his muscles it wouldn't matter if he was alive or not.
The sudden movement of the hands of Alucard made the mouth mask twist his body in an unnatural way, throwing his legs at Alucard's shoulders and then putting him in a submission lock that would slowly take his breath away.
The guy seemed to be more dead than alive at that moment, and the desert reality marble started to waver, the arid scenery flickering as if it were a bad lightbulb.
He only groaned as he put even more strength in the submission lock.
This guy couldn't be human. His reckless assault was more like that of a flesh golem with no concern for its own body, simply defeating its opponent by any means neccasary. Well Alucard had had it up to here with this 'earser'. Struggling for breath Alucard carefully positioned his fist so it was a straight shot to the man's chest.
Then Alucard lost every sense he had and his fist rammed forward with an ungodly amount of strength into the man's heart. Even if this monster didn't die he should be sent flying far enough away that Alucard could have a moment or two to recover. After the punch both tattoo's lost their luminosity and everything returned to normal as Alucard tried to figure out what had happened.
The punch completely fracture the masked man's ribcage.
In any other situation, he would've let out a pained cry, but right now, his legs were firmly locked around Alucard's neck.
The hit, though it didn't send him flying, did made his bones stab his heart. His death was just about instant, and his mangled corpse was kept hanging around Alucard's neck, all of its strength gone now.
The room suddenly returned to its rightful place after his reality marble disappeared.
Seriously? This guy should've be turned to dust already. Alucard grimaced at the sudden return of pain to his lower area and peeled the corpse off his body, then took a huge gasp of oxygen. So that was an 'earser' hm? Well he certainly hadn't expected it to be that difficult. And he'd expected the man to be a little more... magical. Or something.
Alucard glared at the mess on the ground and hurled it out the window, heedless of the shattered glass. "Filth." Alucard spat the word as the corpse left hid dorm. Nasty thing, now Alucard had blood all over him. His nicest clothes, now he'd have to find somewhere to wash them quickly before the stains set in. Sniffing haughtily Alucard quickly looked for somewhere to clean off.
The body of the man was caught by Rollanda, who was waiting patiently outside the dorms for either the Erasers or the erased ones.
As another surprise for the day, yet another one of the Erasers had been beaten in his own game. Perhaps this time, it was because the masked man only had a reality marble to his advantage, and martial arts.
"Yet another one of you guys has failed. The guys this year are pretty powerful."
With those words, Rollanda turned on her heel and headed for the infirmary.
He started running towards Alucard, and started with a jump kick directed to his face.
A jump kick? People actually did that? Odd, still it merited a response. Alucard simply opted to stay on the defensive and ducked the kick with ease, turning to face his opponent once more. He'd like to see his foe's magic before beginning any real combat, it seemed that the masked man might feel the same. "Next?"
The man landed just centimeters away from Alucard, supporting himself on one hand and making a full turn while Alucard was talking.
"Don't take everything for granted, kid!" He aimed another kick for Alucard's head.
Kicks, such silly things really. Seemed to have too much vunerablilitiies for his taste unless excuted correctly. In response to the head shot Alucard spun downwards and lashed out with his own leg at the man's supporting hand. If his prediction was true it would only result in a dodge and another retailtory strike but he still needed to feel his opponent out.
"Heh. I like how you fight, dude." Instead of dodging, the man took Alucard's leg and impulsed himself to kick his stomach. "You are still just an amateur, tho. Get serious or you are gonna die here!"
Alucard winced at the sudden impact into his side, it seemed this man was willing to play an eye for eye. Well two could play at that game. Now they were both on the ground but Alucard was more in a position to strike. The tattoo on his left hand gleamed and Alucard sacrificed the movement in his left arm to power his right. Which promptly swung upwards directly into what Alucard hoped was the man's solar plexus. Kind of hard to aim in the position he was in, but the blow should knock the man away regardless.
"Oof!" The mouth mask let out as he was pushed back.
He landed several feet away from Alucard and massaged his chest. Damn, that was a good hit. Almost as if it had the strength of both arms of that guy.
His breathing was ragged and he struggled to get some oxygen into his lungs. The blow had made pushed the air out of his body.
"Ha... ha.." He then took a deep breath and stood back up, jumping a bit in place and making some of the sand fly. "Dude, it's been a while since someone got me this good! My body's been trained to withstand a lot of pain but that was as if a hammer was brought down on my chest. I should give you a reward!"
He then crouched down and prepared to run towards Alucard.
"Like, showing you some cool submission moves."
He then dashed forward at a rather incredibly speed, seeking to tackle him down and then take both of his legs in a figure four leg-lock.
He was holding back hm? No surprise really. But as soon as the man crouched Alucard's right hand shone with the same light and the man's muscles slowed down, in return for a steep increase in the man's sight, hearing, smell, and touch. Such an increase in so many things meant the price paid in physical ability was rather high. High enough for Alucard to strike the onrushing man with a kick directly to the temple, especially when combined with the shift of his left tattoo to removing the strength of both his arms and adding them to his legs.
The kick to his temple made some of his mask fall off, revealing some dark hair and a red eye.
Still, and despite the damage, the man continued to rush in. Yes, his brain had been shaken quite hard and the add to his sense of touch made it worse, but his mind was trained to withstand the harshest of pains.
He still took Alucard by his waist and trying to take him down, but, in the end, he couldn't.
"Huh? Huh huh huh huh? Why can't I take you down?" The man wondered, still with the same playful tone.
His stance was perfect and, according to him, he was putting in enough strength to take the guy down with him.
"Well then, time to fight dirty it is!" And then, he directed a blow to Alucard's groin.
A prime chance to strike. If he accepted the impeding blow they he could almost assuredly finish this fight. Of course the damage he would receive, and his date tomorrow... It was a risk. But he didn't like this man very much, the blow he received should've sent him flying to the side. Alucard didn't like it when things didn't go according to plan.
So he steeled himself and removed all feeling and ability to move from his waist down and brought it to his arms. And slammed his hands onto either side of the man's head in an enormous clap, reducing the amount of senses the man had enhanced to hearing and touch. Which meant that having his ears slammed should practically melt the man's brains. Of course it also meant that the man's blow would land successfully, but he shouldn't have the chance to make another one.
"ARGH!" He shouted and for a single moment, his whole body seemed to go limp.
Then, he responded with a fist to Alucard's temple, with all the strength his battered body could muster.
It seemed that his attacks were becoming more mechanical, but they were still sharp despite of the sudden change in tactics to a full-front assault.
Alucard yelped in disbelief and pain as the man managed to continue attacking despite the grievous blow he'd inflicted. What was this guy some sort of zombie? Now dazed from the blow Alucard had to either disengage or continue attempting to finish the fight. Maybe he had to remove this idiot's head to get him to stop
Though he couldn't really do that he could try the next best thing. His hands were still on the man's head so Alucard slightly shifted them to grip them man's chin and the top of his head and viciously wrenched sideways as hard as he could. If he couldn't even control his muscles it wouldn't matter if he was alive or not.
The sudden movement of the hands of Alucard made the mouth mask twist his body in an unnatural way, throwing his legs at Alucard's shoulders and then putting him in a submission lock that would slowly take his breath away.
The guy seemed to be more dead than alive at that moment, and the desert reality marble started to waver, the arid scenery flickering as if it were a bad lightbulb.
He only groaned as he put even more strength in the submission lock.
This guy couldn't be human. His reckless assault was more like that of a flesh golem with no concern for its own body, simply defeating its opponent by any means neccasary. Well Alucard had had it up to here with this 'earser'. Struggling for breath Alucard carefully positioned his fist so it was a straight shot to the man's chest.
Then Alucard lost every sense he had and his fist rammed forward with an ungodly amount of strength into the man's heart. Even if this monster didn't die he should be sent flying far enough away that Alucard could have a moment or two to recover. After the punch both tattoo's lost their luminosity and everything returned to normal as Alucard tried to figure out what had happened.
The punch completely fracture the masked man's ribcage.
In any other situation, he would've let out a pained cry, but right now, his legs were firmly locked around Alucard's neck.
The hit, though it didn't send him flying, did made his bones stab his heart. His death was just about instant, and his mangled corpse was kept hanging around Alucard's neck, all of its strength gone now.
The room suddenly returned to its rightful place after his reality marble disappeared.
Seriously? This guy should've be turned to dust already. Alucard grimaced at the sudden return of pain to his lower area and peeled the corpse off his body, then took a huge gasp of oxygen. So that was an 'earser' hm? Well he certainly hadn't expected it to be that difficult. And he'd expected the man to be a little more... magical. Or something.
Alucard glared at the mess on the ground and hurled it out the window, heedless of the shattered glass. "Filth." Alucard spat the word as the corpse left hid dorm. Nasty thing, now Alucard had blood all over him. His nicest clothes, now he'd have to find somewhere to wash them quickly before the stains set in. Sniffing haughtily Alucard quickly looked for somewhere to clean off.
The body of the man was caught by Rollanda, who was waiting patiently outside the dorms for either the Erasers or the erased ones.
As another surprise for the day, yet another one of the Erasers had been beaten in his own game. Perhaps this time, it was because the masked man only had a reality marble to his advantage, and martial arts.
"Yet another one of you guys has failed. The guys this year are pretty powerful."
With those words, Rollanda turned on her heel and headed for the infirmary.