Man About Town (THE Effin' Justin)

[THE Justin]

Stu enjoyed wailing on the boy, who although looked much bigger than him, Stu was undoubtedly more fit for the fight. He wouldn't realize that his punches were falling into a rhythm, which would endanger him. He still felt the stinging from the hammer shot to his back, but because of the boy's angle, it hadn't hurt as much as it would've should he had hit him on the head or high on the neck.

And it did.

The boy pushed upwards, but Stu wasn't going to let that ruin his fun. Instead of going against the boy, he used his lithe nature to roll away. The boy would be trying to punch something that was already gone, and Stu used that to his advantage. As the boy was outstretched, and Stu's legs facing him, he would plant both hands on the ground.

And push.

In his roll he had tucked, causing it to corkscrew slightly, his legs coiling inwards and then flying outwards. Since the boy had struck upwards, and his right arm was bracing him, the kick was aimed directly at the boy's chest, having used the sudden upwards momentum to propel himself, then his immense strength to rebound and push back.

Like a spring the feet would drill towards the boy's chest, which had a good chance of dislocating if not severely injuring the boy's right arm, since it was propped to help support his weight. Worst yet, it could shatter the elbow and compound fracture the two bones of the arm together, which would REALLY hurt. Stu didn't anticipate his attack to be that powerful.

He would, after kicking the boy, hit the ground and then kick off again, separating the space between the boy and him, and quickly getting to his feet.

[Adrian]

With his attack missing, Adrian would quickly throw himself into a backup plan, and quite literally at that. With his left arm in the air, he would fling his arm and his body hard to the left, using the separation he was given from Stu and pushing off with his right leg and hand to throw himself admittedly back towards the ground, but with enough momentum to roll side-over-side a time or two to achieve separation from his opponent. Doing this would save him from a thunderous kick, which would land right where he was just laying.

Adrian wasted not in getting to his feet, and Stu would do the same. The wealthy blond youngster grinned savagely, thumbing his nose with his hand before shaking out both arms, which still stung from the repeated blows. "Looks like there's more to you than meets the eye, Stu," Adrian said with a smirk. And with that, his fingers would flick toward his face twice, the universal signal for 'bring it on'. Adrian normally had no trouble taking the offensive, but dealing as he constantly was with fighters who were unfortunately far greater skilled than he, he found that being reactionary gave him a far greater chance to succeed.

[THE Justin]

Stu scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off. Adrian acted the badass, which caused Stu to only laugh at him.

"I would not dream of being the first to hit you. Come on boyo, lets see what you've got. I have a feeling it isn't much more."

A posturing match. Who was the less manly of the two? Who would break in and give in to his emotions first, Stu or Adrian. Who would throw the first punch of the second round?

Stu merely bounced on his toes, arms swaying back and forth, falling into a pre-fight rhythm, reading to strike hard and fast at his opponent.

[Adrian]

"Eh, well if you're scared to take a swing, I guess that leaves it up to me, then," Adrian scoffed. Patience was never a strong suit of his, and it usually turned around and bit him in the ass when he acted on impulse instead of planning out his attack a bit better.

He threw up a boxing defensive stance, as usual, and came forward to meet Stu, and once he reached striking range, he shot out a quick right-handed jab to Stu's face mid-bounce. Adrian already knew what the outcome of this punch was going to be, and was planning accordingly. All that remained was the specifics of just how Stu was going to do what Adrian expected, or if he did so at all.

[THE Justin]

Stu continued the bouncing up until the boy came close. He struck pretty quickly, but Stu could see such an obvious punch coming from miles away. He slid to the right, and struck with his own fist, right arm coiling outwards with great force, Stu putting as much strength as he could into it.

However, he wasn't done. Regardless of how the attack went, Stu would follow it up with a left handed gutshot. He was trying to keep Adrian too busy blocking to get any more attacks out, and as such, he followed the left with another shot, this time with his right hand, aimed once again at the boy's face. A fourth shot would follow it with a left to the face, followed up by a devastating right uppercut, attempting to undercut the boy's high defenses and smash against his chin.

Stu would continue bouncing throughout his attacks, allowing him to quickly dodge one way or the other upon landing. The bounces weren't actually making him leave the ground, but keeping his body moving so that it could be twisted away from any oncoming attacks. He wasn't expecting all of his attacks to hit, but he wanted to wear the boy down.

[Adrian]

As soon as Stu jumped to the side, Adrian would retract the jab. Such a compact, quick punch was easy to control mid-flight even for an inexperienced fighter, and Adrian was anything but. As Stu's punch flew in, Adrian's hand was already pulling back, well away from the trajectory of the attack. Adrian noted, offhandedly, however, that he had been wrong in his assumptions, at least partly. Every fighter he'd faced previously who he'd jabbed at had dodged and grabbed. Stu, it seemed, looked to dodge and disable.

Adrian smiled inwardly. Stu fought like him. Interesting.

Adrian stepped forward to begin a counter-attack, however, he found himself stopping due to another punch, a low left gut-punch. Adrian lowered his left hand to his stomach, taking the brunt of the blow on his forearm instead of his stomach. His right hand, still up for par, would become the blocking hand next, batting away first a right-handed jab with a crossing motion, then swinging it back the opposite direction to block a left jab for the same target. Adrian's personal philosophy was, if you made small enough movements, one didn't have to be faster than the other guy to win.

Stu's big finish, a hard uppercut, was next. Adrian saw the punch coming and reacted accordingly. He leaned his midsection away and held out his left arm, forearm parallel to the ground. The upwards motion of the punch would be stopped by Adrian's forearm impacting downward against Stu's inner arm. As soon as the punch was blocked, Adrian would step forward again, throwing that same left arm outwards into a sort of backhand. His forearm would connect with Stu's midsection, the wide range of the punch ensuring that even with his bounces, it would still connect somewhat. Adrian would follow up immediately after with a hard right, coming in high and sloping down and to the left, looking to nail Stu across the top-left side of his head. The second punch sacrificed speed for power, hoping that Stu's reaction to being punched in the stomach and slightly winded would leave him open for the harder secondary punch.

[THE Justin]

Stu watched as all his attack's were deflected or stopped, frowning. The opponent pushed him back with the swipe, hardening his abs to absorb the impact. He let the boy push him away, and then strike on high going to down.

Stu leaned backwards, letting the boy overshoot the throw, not a quick shot but one intended to hurt Stu. As the boy's arm crossed his body, Stu would grab it with his right, and pull, to keep the boy moving in the direction. If the grab was successful, the boy would be completely off balance and defenseless, as his body was moving the opposite direction that his only free hand was.

And that's when Stu would strike.

Like a viper, he'd strike quick and hard, putting all his strength into the punch, aimed directly at the boy's neck, which would be wide open and hard to defend, as musclebound as this boy was. With him off balance, and on the opposite side of his free arm, defending against the strike would be nearly impossible, especially with Stu's right hand pulling the boy off his balance, something Stu's strength would give him easy time of doing.

After the strike, Stu'd pull back quickly, letting go of the boy's arm, and bringing his right arm up and then his elbow crashing down towards the boy's neck, if he was still stumbling. If not, he'd pull him and throw his leg out to trip the boy, and then bounce away and await to see if the boy still had any fight in him.

[Adrian]

Adrian's punch was dodged, and his hand caught.

Yup. Expected that.

At this point, Adrian figured that every time he threw a punch, his opponent was going to grab it and use it to throw him. However, due to the power of his punch, there wasn't anything he could really do about it in the situation. However, there was something he could do in retaliation.

Adrian allowed himself to be thrown in the direction of his punch. It would send him off-balance, certainly, but it would help for misdirection purposes. As Adrian spun to his left, his left elbow would cock into a weapon as he whipped himself around, much harder than Stu would have predicted his throw to do, swinging around toward Stu's head. However, the boy had thrown a punch, and as such, the elbow collided with Stu's forearm instead. It would have caused damage, but Adrian hadn't intended such an attack to work in that fashion.

Stu would have to recoil and react to his arm being knocked away painfully, and that would give Adrian just enough time to tumble into a disoriented, clumsy forward roll. It was a very un-boxer-like move, and it smacked of amateurness, both in its execution and its practicality. However, Adrian had his back turned to the boy and needed to get away, and off-balance as he was, he needed to do something.

When he finished the roll, he'd be on his left knee, his head turned around to see Stu as he attempted to get back to his feet. It was likely the most effort Adrian had exerted the entire fight.

[THE Justin]

Stu was amazed that the boy could move like he did, but he wasn't graceful. He didn't think that the boy would stoop to throwing himself about like he did, however Stu was in a much better position than him. As the boy tumbled, Stu withdrew his hand, stinging slightly, and followed the boy into his roll.

As he would come out of it, right before he could really see Stu, Stu would take a devastating roundhouse kick towards the boy's head. There was little the boy could do, the roll that he had initiated causing mostly blindness, as a person's eyes couldn't register quick movement as effectively when they themselves were moving.

The shot would be aimed at the boy's head, lined perfectly for when he came out of the roll, so that he'd have no time to really acclimate to his surroundings before being knocked about. Should Stu miss he'll end up in a position still able to strike the boy, as it would twirl Stu 360, meaning Stu would then have a chance to attack again as he was coming out of the roll.

Here, regardless of the earlier attack, Stu would kick straight up, attempting to catch the boy in the chin with his foot. If caught Stu had a backup plan. Should his foot be caught by Adrian, he would kick off with his other, throwing himself into the air, bringing the uncaught foot around and smashing it into the side of his enemies head, thereby getting the kick off.

Adrian was fighting a defensive game, which Stu was more than happy with obliging towards. He would make the boy wish he hadn't offered the fight. But he was doing it for friendship...

[Adrian]

Stu had managed to catch himself particularly easily from having his arm elbowed, and followed Adrian into the roll. When Adrian popped up, his head would get kicked, and hard. It was all the boxer could do to roll with the kick, letting himself fall in the direction he was being kicked to in order to keep the kick from knocking him out. He found himself sprawled out on the ground, the side of his head throbbing in pain. As he landed, he rolled side-over-side to wind up on his back, so he could see Stu's movements from here on out.

Adrian would pull himself up to his feet, shaking himself out. He was a tough fighter, and it would take more than one heavy kick to defeat him, but, admittedly, not too much more. If there was one thing the boy was good at, though, it was fighting through the pain. Stu would have had a good chance to set up, and Adrian hoped he did, for his sake, because he would continue to press the fight.

He strode in forward, throwing a hard left hook for Stu's face. Adrian was hurting, and he was pissed, and his rage was starting to take hold. Sometimes it made him sloppy, but sometimes out of madness comes genius.

[THE Justin]

The boy was a lumbering fighter, and he was steadily losing steam. Stu was feeling pretty drained too, but was still ready to keep going. The boy came forwards, great strides, arm flinging around to try and catch Stu in the head. Stu smirked and dropped slightly, moving to the right, under the boy's big arm.

As the arm flew over head, Stu threw his left hand up to catch it from coming down, and with his right hand, he struck, surgically placed against the boy's ribcage, attempting to bruise if not break or shatter the boy's rib. The boy had a habit of throwing punches that kept him open, but Stu could feel the anger pouring off of him.

After the strike Stu would hop away, trying to keep distance from the boy, wear him down. He was bigger and stronger, but why mess up a beautiful face if you don't have to?

[Adrian]

When Adrian's punch missed, and Stu bobbed to the side, Adrian turned his body to meet him, taking the punch in the center of the chest instead of the side. He could take hits better there than in the side of the ribs, which are easier to bruise or break. His eyes narrowed, and as Stu bounced away, Adrian followed, throwing another hard right punch to Stu's head.

Adrian was getting very careless, and tired. This fight wasn't goign anywhere fast, at least not for the wealthy youngster. Regardless, he'd still fight on as best he could.

[THE Justin]

Stu smiled as the boy charged after him. As the punch came at his head, he threw his left arm up, smacking the attack out of the way. He was getting more tired, running out of steam, this boy was. Stu wasn't at his peak, but he still had a lot of fight left in him.

Time to finish this.

As the arm was smacked away, Stu's right arm snaked in to draw the boy's attention away. The arm would come low, hoping that the boy would block the attack, otherwise he'd find a fist implanted quite strongly into his gut, which would double him over if nothing else.

If defended against, Stu would throw his left arm around the boy, attempting to get him close. Should he succeed, he'd drive a quick knee up towards the boy's stomach, being close being easy, and then almost simultaneously smash his forehead forwards towards the bridge of the boy's nose.

Should the first feint not be affective, Stu'd let the doubled over boy feel his utmost strength by bringing his fist back and then straight towards the boy's face, crashing against it in an uppercut meant to level city blocks.

[Adrian]

Stu blocked the punch, something Adrian had not necessarily planned for, but expected. To counter, Stu went for a gut-shot, which Adrian would of course block, moving his left hand to his stomach to take the punch on the forearm. His opposite arm would reach around and grab the back of Adrian's head, and Adrian knew he had to do something or he would be done for.

At such close proximity, Adrian would feel the shifting of Stu's weight that signified the knee strike, and with his arm down at his midsection, it would be a simple affair to simply punch down as the knee rose up, striking the kneecap and attempting to push it back down. It wouldn't stop the knee entirely, but it would lessen its effectiveness to practically nil. Soon after, Adrian's right hand, already swung back in from the block, would cock at the elbow and slam hard into the side of Stu's head with an elbow strike, which would intercept the attempted headbutt before it could come knock Adrian in the nose.

If the attack was successful, Adrian would drive his left fist into Stu's stomach, and would do it again and again until he let go of his head. He was on his last legs, sure, but that didn't mean he wasn't goign to fight until he was completely gone.

[THE Justin]

Stu felt his knee pull up short, but keeping the boy's arm in check. He pushed with the leg harder, but he was about to take some damage.

He continued the headbutt, crashing into the boy's face, although the sting of the elbow as it rebounded against his skull sent him reeling to the right. He broke the block, and the boy began punching at him, but due to reeling away, he wasn't in any real danger. The strikes came at his stomach, now at a slight distance, and blocked the first, and then absorbed the second.

He latched onto this arm with his right, grabbing the fist and twisting it, hopefully hurting the boy and causing him to lose balance. The boy had a remarkable amount of luck with being able to twist with the more agile Stu, but he doubted that with the amount of pain they were both feeling, Adrian's a bit more due to the headbutt that just landed on his nose, that Adrian would be moving fast enough.

With the twist came the strike, and Stu aimed at disabling the boy's left arm entirely. He drove his right fist directly towards the middle of the boy's arm, a strike meant to break his arm. With Stu's grip and the current exhaustion that Adrian was in, he doubted the chance of missing. It was mostly up to whether Adrian could see the opening or not.