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“Very well. Prepare yourself.” Alex would slowly start to move forward his arms
sliding up and down each other as he sized up his opponent. This man was no joke. Finally someone who would be a challenge, if for nothing other than his sheer strength. Alex decided right then and there, he wouldn’t use any chi. He didn’t want to cheat himself out of a fun time.

In a single moment with one movement he leaped forward feigning a double palm to the chest but instead moved his hands upward to try and get them past his shoulders so if he did he would try to slap both ears with force to cause a loud ringing noise to disorient the man.

The Legate was not so easily tacked down as being simply strong, he was a brutally efficient machine. As fast, as strong, as tough as anyone could conceivably be. A short half-step forward followed by a hard drive of his right heel into the floor, he shot his knee upwards to intercept the man’s chest as he shot forward. Throwing his own body backwards and pulling his head back out of hand’s reach, extending his left arm straight forward to jab through the fully extended arms of the shorter man. An advantage of reach would let his arm reach, if the quick strike was not intercepted.

Alex would feel the knee in his chest, simultaneously as he also felt the jab smash into his face. It wasn’t enough to daze him, he has dealt with worse. But here was a chance. Alex would begin to fall away, while he was he tried to slide his right hand down the man’s arm, if he was able to he would grab at the wrist before the man was able to pull his arm back. That would give Alex the ability to pull the man forward, simultaneously shooting a palm right from the man’s nose to try to push it into his skull.

The hand reached towards his wrist as he withdrew the jab but the Legate’s foot dropped down from its sharp upwards knee, striking down with the full weight of his left heel onto the right foot of the martial artist. Simultaneously he used the leverage of his foot being dropped down to shoot his head back forward and strike at the man’s open palm with the corner of his forehead, redirecting the force and position of the incoming strike to avoid injury to the self and cause a sharp stinging pain to the numerous nerve endings of the hand.

His right arm drew back and his weight pulled into his right foot, as though he were preparing for when he reacted to the stomp.

He would squint in pain as he felt the pain shoot through his arm and his foot. His eyes glanced down to his foot where this man’s foot was still at.He would pull the man’s left arm across his body as to try and position his body sideways so his right arm couldn’t reach him. Meanwhile leaning in and ducking lower he would aim a couple short jabs right at the man’s left iliopsoas muscle at the hip trying to cause him to go off balance by dealing damage to the muscle that connects the femur to the hip.

Using the forward pull of his left arm as a springboard, Legate drove hard down with his left foot again and brought his right knee hard into the forearm of the descending blow. Checking it at the wrist connector with the hard sharp of his leg, as well as pulling his left arm back to reduce the angle at which the oncoming blow could optimize its strike by shifting the positioning of the man’s own body, using his own movement as leverage.

Alex would grunt as his foot would send shockwaves of pain to his brain. But he was already committed to the attack. Continuing with his strike, even with the pain in his forearm from the knee, he would strike at the hip with force, pulling his arm once more forward he would try to use the strike to put the man off balance, so he could elbow the man in his gut, releasing the arm he had a hold of he would shoot his body and his arm straight up as he went to strike a palm into the man’s jaw to try and send him reeling backwards.

With the strike in his leg disorienting his posture the oncoming blow struck true and hard and staggered him back, his foot lifting up and off of Alex’s foot. He jerked his left arm back and pulled himself two steps away, striking himself back up into a proper defensive stance. A little crack in his lips formed where the palm had struck.

When Alex threw the blow the position of his head prevented The Legate from being struck on the jaw, where his head was pulled in and his chin tucked. So where his hand found providence was across the line of his lips, and the crack on his lip seeped a thin trail of light blood.

Alex would straighten his posture back up as he slowly started to walk around the circle his hands up in front of his body. His hands positioned like two C’s as he as well took up a defensive position. He would test The Legate’s reflexes by feigning like he was going for a kick but each time there was no commitment.

Only a moment later though he leapt forward his left hand feigning a shot to the side, but his true target was The Legate’s armpit, hoping to cause the arm to fold. His right hand ready to grab any counterattack coming his way, while his feet stayed slightly away, however with how much taller The Legate was it was hard to keep them too far without missing entirely.

Backing off with stuttering steps, the Legate adjusted his posture and reset his eyeline. He’d drawn back when his head was struck but he recovered now and danced backwards from the feinting blows. It was suspicious when someone withheld power in a blow, Legate spotted this and watched with keen vulturous eyes.

He turned his body away from the strike towards his armpit and lashed out with a quick cheeky jab, nothing too hard but just enough to prod the distance, to push Alex back for a moment and help him retake the flow of the battle.

Alex felt the blow smash into his face, but it was much less powerful than the hits he’d been receiving. Alex would continue his assault, he would jab at The Legate’s right rib cage, trying to deal damage to an important area. At the same time as the punch he would be following up with a palm coming out to make it look like he was going for another body blow. Once again, it was a feint, trying to use his arm as more momentum to help him bring up his foot to try and smash his heel into The Legate’s face with a reverse hook.

Intentionally taking a sharp breath as he pulled back from the blow to the ribs, Legate felt the hand bash into his cage. The force rattled him for a moment and he felt himself go to gasp for breath instinctively, but held in for a moment. He saw the man spin around and bring his leg up hard, aiming to strike the right side of his head with the blunt of his foot. A reverse hook functions as a hammer, to be hit by one would be next to instant unconsciousness. Legate couldn’t afford to hit the mat right now, so he simply wouldn’t.

Raising his right hand up he drove his elbow up and pushed in with his foot, driving the sharp of his elbow up into the path of the oncoming foot. Aiming it directly at the achilles tendon, intending to use the force of his own blow and the movement of the leg to knock it numb with a hard and precise strike.

Alex would grunt in pain as he felt the achilles almost pop. Thankfully he had seen the elbow coming and relaxed the muscle before the elbow would snap it in two. He quickly brought his foot back to the ground as he tried to not waste a moment of movement. He would quickly regain his footing to and within moments of his foot landing would try to spin on it, almost clumsily on the now numbing foot to sweep at The Legate’s left knee with his opposite foot going for a fierce roundhouse kick onto the side of it.

Dropping his left hand down hard, he pulled his right foot back and spun on his hip, pushing down his weight so the incoming blow would strike hard on the hard of his knee. The force of the kick would push him back but once the knee came to a halt his left hand would slip behind it and grip hard on the fabric of his pants leg.

A shock of pain went all the way up his leg as it smashed into the knee. The second though he felt The Legate grab his pant leg he would jump with his other foot, trying to do an Enziguri kick with his heel to the back of The Legate’s head. Alex’s hands shooting down to help catch him before he hit the ground, whether The Legate held on or not.

Legate saw the oncoming kick and shifted his right foot forward, keeping his left foot in place. Using the triangular positioning of his legs as a strong foundation, he pulled himself upright and in doing so brought the leg he held tightly straight upwards. Turning Alex’s body with it and making the man’s leg go low when it would have gone high, slamming the hard of his foot into the blunt space of his shoulder. It would certainly bruise, but would not knock him out like a proper kick to the back of his head would have.

Feeling his leg hit the shoulder, wasn’t quite part of his plan. But his body starting to be pulled straight up from his other leg wasn’t apart of the plan either. The kick not forcing The Legate to release his other leg would be the main problem. He felt his hands against the ground as he tried to wrap his other leg around The Legate’s arm. Tucking his chin and his body he would swing himself toward The Legate while trying to use that as a way to help his legs push The Legate’s body forward, hopefully sending him forward and forcing him to release Alex’s leg.

A proper Hurricanrana requires a bit of backwards momentum, but can be executed if you have sufficient core strength, and Alex certainly had the ability. However, Legate is cruel and exploits the weaknesses of his foes. Alex’s hands on the ground would prove to be the ultimate downfall of his offensive. With one foul and swift movement, Legate lashed out a side kick towards Alex’s exposed wrists with the flat of his foot. Aiming to drop him on his face by knocking him off of his own support.

Alex’s eyes widened as he saw the kick coming towards his wrists. He knew that such a kick would actually break his wrists and do more damage to his face. He couldn’t risk that, he lived to fight, and wasn’t about to let himself be subject to having to sit out for a few months over a little pride. He closed his eyes as he focused the chi that he knew wasn’t his to circulate through his body. The Legate’s kick would find that his arms felt like he had just kicked a steel beam. It still hurt, he could tell with the force being used this man wasn’t looking to just win, no he was looking to hurt. Alex thought for a moment on how much The Legate possibly could have hurt himself from the kick, but he knew there was no reason to focus on it. He brought his free foot back and kicked towards The Legate’s chest with it, that leg also as hard as a steel beam, hoping to deal some damage and force The Legate to think twice about his fighting style.

A jarring shockwave rode up the Legate’s leg as his boot met a steel hard pillar instead of the fluid shock of flesh on flesh. His hand let go of the leg in his surprise. What he’d seen before was now active once again, and the Legate knew that Alex was finally taking him seriously. Before he had any time to pride himself on his success, his foot slammed into his chest and the Legate was sent skidding backwards across the floor. He felt the wind escape from his lungs and he stumbled backwards almost toppling before his feet found grip and he ground to a halt.

The wind was knocked from him and he instinctively wanted to suck air hard to refill his lungs, but he took a slow and long breath through the tube in his mouth. His eyes had closed somewhere between the kick and him coming to a halt, so he opened his eyes slowly to look at Alex’s recovery from his awkward position.

Alex would grin as he felt his leg begin to fall to the ground. He would spin around on his knees to prepare for a counterattack but would take a sigh of relief as The Legate had not quite charged at him yet. Alex would slowly go to his feet putting his feet into a position where they were both facing towards The Legate, one behind the other. Alex’s hands going up as he took a breath and released the old chi, using that constantly would tire him out all too quickly. But he knew he would need to attack with his regular chi.

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, his own chi now flowing through his body, he could last much longer on this one. He would feel like the world around him was slowing down. His feet dug into the mat for a moment before he would come right after The Legate moving quickly and without a lost movement as he came up and would try to lead with multiple punches going downwards in a rotating motion towards The Legate’s lower abdomen, trying to bait him in to block low, only to follow up with throwing an elbow right to the side of the right rib.

Taking in a deep breath all the way into his gut, The Legate relaxed his diaphragm so he didn’t suffocate from the shock of being kicked in the chest. He had just relaxed himself when Alex came rushing towards him, Legate was forced into a knee jerk reaction. Quite literally, he drove his foot hard against the mat and extended his right leg entirely backwards. Thrusting his left leg out, driving his knee entirely forward into the path of Alex. Intending to drive him back a few steps.

As well, he pulled his arms in tight and secured his guard fully, pulling his elbows to his sides and tucking his chin behind his fists. Whether or not Alex’s punches came was yet to be seen.

Alex was in a full immersion of his chi, causing everything to seem so slow. He would quickly hop to the side as multiple powerful kicks would come out trying to land on the right leg as long as he could keep away from The Legate’s left leg he should be okay. These kicks were all aimed at different points, one at the hip , one at the side of the knee and the third a powerful one at the ankle to try and make him stumble from being on one foot. Alex’s hands no longer moving but instead would have one above the other infront of his torso as if ready for any attack coming.

Anyone else would have been totally unaware, the speed of his movements had changed and only the mind enhancing drugs of the supersoldier kept his pace. The first kick came out and struck against his hip, his thigh and knee reflexively bent and he pulled himself backwards away from the next two blow. Pushing himself back with his free leg and hopping a few paces away. The hot stinging of where Alex had landed the first kick was a brutal warning that he should avoid being kicked again.

It seemed as though Alex was finally taking this seriously.

Alex would watch as the man jumped away from him, it was his turn to be on the offensive, he felt he was fast enough to actually catch this lumbering man off guard. Not letting The Legate have a moment to rest he would push his foot that was kicking back into the ground and using both legs jump forward. He would try to land inches away from the man as he launched two fists in two directions. His right fist would move upwards at The Legate’s chin, the other at The Legate’s hip. His arms would seem to cross in front of his body, which would show the technique to block his torso while still attacking with force.

Legate checked the chin blow with his elbow, catching the small bones of the hand with the thick hard bones of his arm. The sensitivity of the fingers and the numbness of the elbow made this a good trade, he wouldn’t lose any force behind his punches but Alex would have to retract some so he didn’t break his fingers from repeated stress. His left knee rose up to catch the next strike with another hard bone to make sure Alex lost both trades.

With both blows checked, Legate moved in with a hard right hook to the left side of Alex’s head. Aiming to rattle his brain and rock his world with a hard fisted blow to his brain. Normally he would aim for the chin, but Alex was no fool and he would block a knockout blow. Something like this would be unexpected, since it’s unlikely to knock a man out with a blow to the temple.

Alex would feel the pain of hitting the hard bones go through his hand and up his arm, thankfully he held back some power so his hands didn’t break against this large man’s hard bones. He would continue his attack though. Just have to be faster! He would think to himself suddenly before he watched for the punch coming towards him, a blow to the chin it had to be what he was going for. His arm was beginning to shoot up to block it, but seeing the attack differently as it got closer he would throw his fist at the cubital fossa. He was hoping to stop the damage before it was too much. He was slightly late though feeling the hit to the top of his head he would stagger to the side as he shot a glare at the man.

Jumping forward he wouldn’t want The Legate to have a moment to breath, with his jump he would throw a slight kick out at the man’s ankle on the leg he had been kicking at earlier, hoping to throw The Legate off balance.

The pressure of the blow pushed his arm back and away from the man’s head and a kick was lashed out towards his ankle, but this was the third time he’d tried to take out his ankle and the Legate was prepared. With a slight raise of his foot he stomped down hard on the foot that came towards his ankle, and using the force of the downwards movement and the momentum build up from his arm being pushed back he spun his hips.

Driving hard into the blow he bent his left arm in and aimed a sharp and lethal kind of elbow to the exposed right side of Alex’s head. If it connected fully with a normal man it would shatter the brow and split the skin apart like a knife through paper. Even knowing Alex was superhumanly strong, the Legate was a killing machine, he would tear him apart piece by piece if he had to.

That money blinded him, his reddened face tightened further and his lips sucked in the oxygen through his tube. Every pound of muscular fortitude went into this blow with his elbow, he was making it very clear that he would kill Alex if he didn’t fight back with everything in his power.

Alex would grunt and give a slight cry of pain as his ankle was trapped under The Legate. He saw the elbow coming at his face full force. This is a spar, what does he think he is doing?! would be the first thought through Alex’s mind. He would try to budge for a moment but he would realize it was pointless very quickly. He could channel his chi, but that wouldn’t be enough and he knew it. He would close his eyes and the old chi would enter and go through his entire body. His head would harden and become steel like with its density. If he carried through with the blow he might risk breaking his elbow.

Alex would know he had no choice here. This man wasn’t going to stop, and he was trying to kill him. Instinctively he would shoot a hand towards The Legate’s stomach, and then one to the chin in quick succession. Alex would have his Old Chi flowing through him, each punch would be quicker and even harder than the ones he had felt before and at this range; it could very well be lethal.

Legate felt the hard body beneath his elbow but carried through entirely, the sharp of his elbow cracking but not breaking entirely. The strike to his stomach pushed the wind from his breast and he gasped for air, shutting his eyes for a single moment. Catching him off guard in the moment of his closing eyes, the blow to the chin carried a massive amount of force and it he could feel the bones in his spine begin to decouple.

He needed to act now and drew himself up with the force of the punch, bringing back his right fist with every single pound of force humanly possible. More powerful than a punch from a drugged up gorilla, he was aiming to take the head off of Alex with a single uppercut and finish him now before any further injury could occur.

Alex’s eyes widened, He is really trying to kill me! was his thought. Hardening his arm he would swing his arm down to smash his now, metal like density, of an arm and hand into the wrist of The Legate. If that worked he would follow up with a quick punch to the chest to cause The Legate to stagger. If he did even slightly, Alex would begin to use his rolling punches into the chest of The Legate; each punch would have the old chi backing it, and would feel like steel hitting him in the chest , the punches would move up his chest until finally one full power punch would go straight for his face.

There were several thumping blows, punctuated by repeated cracks, followed by a massive crack and a pop. The Legate’s head spun entirely backwards from the final blow, his neck unable to resist the force of the punch.The crack was his jaw snapping, the pop was his spine bursting, no longer able to withstand the pressure. His face changed for a moment and he dropped to his knees, slumping over on his side and losing the oxygen tank from his back.

It clanged across the floor as it rolled and bounced, and stopped when the tube could extend no more from the Legate’s mouth.

The Legate was dead.

Alex knew there would be a lot of questions, but he had no doubt; he had gotten into a fight for his life. He had to do what he had to do. Anyone watching could have seen that and known that obviously he wasn’t wanting to kill The Legate. But he walked away as people called 911. The waiver would save him from any lawsuits and the cameras with the evidence that he had to defend himself in such way would save him from the police. If not that, his aunt would give him her lawyer, one of the best you could buy. Alex was displeased with the result, an end of a life that didn’t need to end.
Alex is coming in. Also if I create a character who can't control his powers at times will he get banned?
@AndyCGreat question, I would allow you to play revised versions, because I will have some of my plot chracters be revised versions. Just let me know who you are choosing beforehand.

Also update: Sorry for no CS yet, I got slammed with work this weekend and haven't had a moment really to do anything.
Discord server: discord.gg/2pkyJye

(Will be making my CS' later tonight or tomorrow!)

They said that they would come back to protect us, but no one expected them to come back like this. Now instead of being saved, we are slaves to the very beings we cast out when we went to war with each other. Years of fighting, and years of war left us defenseless, we threw everything we had at them but nothing worked, they had better technology. they had better fighters, they had a better governing system. We fought, we failed, because we had no honor, because we fought like monkeys, because we fought without brains. We are scum, we are weak, we were birthed naturally so we have no right to claim title or strength....

At least that's what they told us when they first took over. That's what they continue to tell us now that they have control, now that they own Terra, now that their Ilkhan is above us all. They treat those of us from the Inner Sphere like we are trash, like we have no place in the world. Well it's time to change that, we will gain our honor back, but not by their standards, by our own standards! We will rise up once more and find a way to have peace, not be oppressed by the powers at hand. But there is only one way to do that, and that is by tearing them down brick by damn brick. So join us, as we rise against the Clans, we are not alone though, members of their own clans wish to see the fall of the current clan in charge, let us tear them down!

3 factions
Clan Jade falcon/Overlord Clans (Reigning Government)(crusader clans)
NSLD New Star League Defense Force (Democratic Rebellion Force)(backed secretly by the Warden clans)
Inner Sphere Rebel Army (ISRA) (Feudal/Old way of Government)

We will be using sarna.net/wiki/Main_Page as our main resource, it is where most of the info has come from because they put it in a much less bias way then I would.

This is a sandbox RP, make your story, how will you fight? Against or with the Rebellion!?



Character Sheet:

Name: (Remember if you are a clansman you must have earned your last name in a trial.)

Trueborn or freebirth: (If you are a trueborn without a last name, tell us what Name you were fighting for)

Age:

Affiliation: (Which army do you fight for. If you don't fight, what group are you affiliated with? Ex: House, business, etc..)

Rank/Caste: (If applicable)

Appearance:(Description or picture)

Personality: (Give us an idea of what your character is like!)

Origin/Details: (Give us an idea of where your character came from, what type of problems have they overcome?)

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Mech/weapon of choice:
(sarna.net/wiki/Category:BattleMechs)
(sarna.net/wiki/Category:Weapons)

Sample post: (If this is your first character I'd like a sample post especially since this is an Advanced level.)

Attention:
A lot of what is to be displayed in the History and a few other portions of this OP OOC post was written about 4-5 years ago, please not that I understand there are a lot of mistakes, I have gone over it a couple times and will continue to do so to fix these mistakes.











Inner Sphere Governments:









Disclaimer:
Most of the Inner Sphere has it's own style of culture and living, but for the most part they are all a big melting pot of cultures.

(ignore the chaos march, Lyon's Thumb and the St. Ives Compact)
Perfect! I got home late so I will not put up the OOC until either tomorrow or Friday! Sorry for the wait, wanting to make sure it's perfect!
I have another maybe on Discord, so I would like to get at least one more person, but I will post OOC tonight if I get a chance!
DISCLAIMER: You do not need to know about BattleTech to join, I will have plenty of information for you to use so you can understand clan and Inner Sphere culture as well as the fighting styles. (Already have a few people interested, and looking for more to join us)

They said that they would come back to protect us, but no one expected them to come back like this. Now instead of being saved, we are slaves to the very beings we cast out when we went to war with each other. Years of fighting, and years of war left us defenseless, we threw everything we had at them but nothing worked, they had better technology. they had better fighters, they had a better governing system. We fought, we failed, because we had no honor, because we fought like monkeys, because we fought without brains. We are scum, we are weak, we were birthed naturally so we have no right to claim title or strength....

At least that's what they told us when they first took over. That's what they continue to tell us now that they have control, now that they own Terra, now that their Ilkhan is above us all. They treat those of us from the Inner Sphere like we are trash, like we have no place in the world. Well it's time to change that, we will gain our honor back, but not by their standards, by our own standards! We will rise up once more and find a way to have peace, not be oppressed by the powers at hand. But there is only one way to do that, and that is by tearing them down brick by damn brick. So join us, as we rise against the Clans, we are not alone though, members of their own clans wish to see the fall of the current clan in charge, let us tear them down!

3 factions
Clan Jade falcon/Overlord Clans (Reigning Government)
NSLD New Star League Defense Force (Democratic Rebellion Force)
Inner Sphere Rebel Army (ISRA) (Feudal/Old way of Government)

Choose your side, choose to be a Clansman or an Inner Sphere fighter, the world around you will adapt as you as groups make decisions.
Choose to be a Freebirth or a Trueborn
Choose to fight for Tyranny, or Freedom

(I would like to get a big group and have it be a sort of Sandbox style, we will be using sarna.net/wiki/Main_Page as a reference, but it will not be all deciding, certain things we will have and won't have, just as I have messed with the timeline a bit so will we mess with Cannon slightly! Come and join me on this adventure!)


(More info on the clans and their culture to come with the OOC if enough interest)
(ignore the chaos march, Lyon's Thumb and the St. Ives Compact)
@Sierra Yes, I won't be cutting back on what I ask for at all, I know most of the people there are able to actually write with some depth in what they write. So I'm hoping to get more interest, I'm going to be posting an interest check there too.
Might open this up to Casual level as well if not enough people are wanting to join. (Please note, you do not NEED to know about the Battletech universe to be apart of, there will be a lot of information that I will be giving out and those of us who know it will be willing to help you in figuring things out!)
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