Aureus vs Bastille

[Mathew Amtrum]

Picture this, if you will: A 20 square foot fighting ring, caged in like we were shooting a wrestling main event. The cage rises about 15 feet up, and you'll be locked in. Once the match begins, though, be wary fighters: We're running an electrical current through the side bars. If you happen to graze up against it, don't worry, we won't kill ya, but I'll be damned if you won't be thinkin' twice about getting thrown up in there again. Plus, we won't make any promises to your safety if you stay touched up against a wall for too long. That's the kind of thing you got yourself into when you signed up, though. Good luck fighters.

[Aureus]

It had been about two years since Aureus had fought in a tournament. The last had seen him beaten down by Karel, a memory that still made him furious. He might lose this time as well, but not without a hell of a fight. He was stronger than he had been two years ago, but this time he didn't have anything to fight for, nothing but his pride and even that didn't matter much to him. So the only thing left was fun and that was guaranteed. All these weird arenas and all these new fighters were sure to be a blast.

Anxiously the ex-Pillar stepped into the giant, steel, electrified cage. He was fighting someone named Bastille. He had heard the name before, but had never met the person behind it. Who knew what kind of fighter they were. Gah, there were so many possibilities, but at the same time they'd be backed against a corner, locked into this outlandish situation with the only choice being to adapt or lose.

As usual, Aureus wore his flaming, studded leather gloves that he had gotten from Jake so long ago. He had worn them for so long that his hands were noticeably lighter than the rest of his arms. Fighting got exhausting fast and so he wore nothing but a thin T-shirt and a loose fitting pair of jeans. Underneath the shirt was the garnet ring on a short, yet durable chain.

Jumping up and down, the Senior adjusted his balance to suit the canvas he would be fighting on. The whole key to this fight was maintaining a place in the center of the ring while occasionally forcing your opponent into the electrified cage. Endurance was important here, unless you were the kind of person that could take someone out in a few blows, which he wasn't. He was impatient now and ended up pacing back and forth.

[Bastille]

Entering the ring she was late. She hadn’t had time to cut her hair either…so it hung over her shoulder in a braide its silver locks glinting in the light. Her blond bangs hung far over her face. Crimson eyes looked more concerned with being late rather then being on time.

This fight was for fun, this tournament was for fun. But also to prove herself as a fighter. She didn’t want to be seen as a push over anymore…she wanted to prove she was just as bad ass as she was on the inside and her passion for that goal was so strong she knew it would take her to the end of this tournament. But she also knew there where plenty of other people who wanted this just as badly as she. So inside the fire only grew…to prove herself was now the most important thing.

Bastille Cunningham was clad in a long sleeved black shirt with numerous studded belts around her waist and a pair of white biker short with a white pleaded skirt over top. Her boots where knee high riding boots and to top it all off she wore above the knee stockings. She adjusted her braid to sit up right on her head in a circle in the back, tying it with a solitary blue ribbon.

At her side where two swords. One Japanese extra long katana, and the other a normal sized rapier with an elaborate hilt. Her gloves hands rested on them as she took a deep breathe and watched the cage door close behind her turning to her opponent with a smirk.

[Aureus]

His opponent entered the cage and Aureus cautiously walked to the center of the ring while keeping his eyes locked on her. She was a tough-as-nails lookin' chick with even tougher looking swords. Well, that definitely put him at a disadvantage. Not only did his opponent have a superior range, but a more deadly attack. Oh well, they were also metal and if she wasn't careful, she'd end up electrocuting herself. As it stood he knew nothing about her speed, strength, or skill. He'd have to fix that. To test the waters, the dark haired Senior dashed forwards and stopped about 5 feet short of the girl. Hopefully she'd react and maybe even give him an opening.

[Bastille]

Bastille was ready. She waited for him to make the move as she waited with every opponent…or normal ones anyway. As he stopped she hadn’t moved yet. Well that was a bore…he stopped short. She pouted and sighed, hunching her shoulders. Yet she was still at the ready. Her hands lack at her sides could move a t a moments notice and she wouldn’t move them till he was just close enough for her to go on the offensive. She waited patiently for him to come closer…she just wasn’t going to make the first offensive. She wanted to see what he could do and for that she would weight till he was more ready to actually try and land a hit. Her ability to read others was a huge asset aside with her skill. She only hoped her strength was just high enough to get her through…she would slightly crouch down in a position like a cat. Squatting there she would be more ready for any attack he threw.

[Aureus]

Hmm, this girl appeared to be a watcher as well. She was patient and would look to exploit any openings he presented, not twitchy and compulsive like many of the fighters he knew. The best long term strategy would be to feed her misinformation and then surprise her. He'd have to alter his style. This would put him at a disadvantage and so would making the first move. Normally he'd just try to overwhelm her with his speed, but running around too much in this environment would likely result in her tripping him up, resulting in a painful electric shock. Perhaps grappling would be his best option, but he'd get to that later.

Closing the small distance between them, Aureus would aim a kick with the toe of his right foot for the girl's stomach. He was sure it wouldn't connect, but if she reacted the right way, he'd be back in control of things.

[Bastille]

Oh it connected. Bastille let his leg connect with her stomach full on as she controlled her weight enough to only skid back and grab his ankle. The kick had hurt but it was enough for her to get into his inner range quickly. Crimson hues scanned his muscle movement, reading….her eyes where skilled and trained to follow even the slightest movement and in this she was able to tell his was awkward moving for him. She had to smirk…they where both watchers. This battle would be interesting indeed…she would need to be on full offensive for a good portion of the fight if she planned to even land a hit.

She would go to flip him over using his ankle and then drop his ankle leaving him to fling back towards the cage walls. If this worked as plan she would unsheathe her sword and run towards him without a second thought going to flip up into the air and back down onto him using her heels and then using a series of flips and fancy foot work along with some basic grappling/ punching she would try to get him to bang into the fence.


If it didn’t work so well she would immediately flip one handed backwards, unsheathe both her sword. Either way she would wind up ready for any attack he had coming back. She could take a hit.

[Aureus]

The kick had connected at the price of letting the girl grab a hold of his ankle. This was not a good position to be in and Aureus had to come up with some way to avoid what he knew was coming. Figuring he had at least forty-fifty pounds on her and the strength that came with that, the Senior went with the first idea that popped in his mind. With all his weight balancing on his left leg, the dull-eyed boy pulled his leg back with the assistance of both arms. If that was enough to jerk her forward, he'd fall backwards and attempt to throw her behind him. If that didn't work, well he'd be in trouble.

[Bastille]

Bastille used his ankle to hoist herself up after he was planted and she forward flipped hoping to slam her foot into his head. Of course with his move she was only to even get close to maybe skimming his neck and shoulder with her sharp heel. She would turn quickly unsheathing her sword and going to stab it into him. She left the rapier in its sheath as it was her strongest asset, while she was only a moderate user of the Japanese katana. She would backwards summersault out of range hopefully trying to prevent any further attacks he might have. Something told her to avoid his gloves at all costs. Her eyes watched his muscle movement closely.

[Shifty Eyes]

hmm, im not sure if weapons are allowed in the fights bastille.

Regardless, this fight is a toughie, since its short and sweet. Im gonna go ahead and give the win to Bastille, since she posted last and aureus hast posted with days and days.

Next round will be posted within 24 hours.

[Aureus]

Damn, can't believe I forgot about this thread. Oh well. Good luck, Bastille.