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THE FIGHT MEME

THE (end of august) FIGHT MEME

What else needs to be said? Release your inner warrior and partake in some epic (or hilariously bad) battles! Do you use a sword? Are you a martial arts master? Are you a wizard? Can you even fight?

It doesn't matter if you're just having a friendly spar or deciding the fate of the universe. You're suddenly filled with the urge to fight the next person you meet. Cut loose and show off your skills!

RULES

◘ Post with your character! List your fighting preferences if you'd like (Sparring, Death Battles, Anything Goes, etc.)
◘ Reply to someone else
◘ ROUND 1...
◘ ... FIGHT!

Here are some prompts to pick from (or RNG from):

1: VERBAL
Not all fights are physical. Maybe you're just really mad and really loud.

2: WUSSY
This is possibly the dumbest limp-wristed flail fight you've ever been involved in.

3: WITS
Because why would you beat someone into the ground when you can humiliate them with your massive intellect instead?

4: PRIZEFIGHT
There's an audience to watch and a prize at stake that only one of you can walk away with. Best bring your A-game.

5: SPARRING
You're fighting to improve. Whether you know your partner or whether you've
just met, you can be pretty sure you're walking away from this one.

6: GRUDGE MATCH
Your hated rival is in town. It's time for a rematch.

7: BAR FIGHT
Welcome to the mother of all drunken brawls.

8: YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!
Maybe your opponent is your friend/sibling/love/other cherished person. Maybe
you're a pacifist. Either way, you're in this fight, but you really
don't want to be.

9: TO THE DEATH
This is it. Too much has happened for this to be anything but a fight to the end. Only one of you is walking away from this.

10: OBLIGATORY SMUT OPTION
Hate sex is the best. And some people like smut and some do not.

11: AGAINST THE HORDE
It's you and your ally against many. Demons, zombies, whatever. Rip and tear, until it is done.

12: GODMODE
You and your opponent both have world-breaking superpowers, and frankly everyone would be happier if you weren't fighting. You are, though, and it's awesome, even if there might not be much left when you're done.

13: RANDOM
Your very own personalized scenario.

Original here.

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[let’s goooooo]

[He sees things in a very black or white manner. If you're a decent person: sparring is the most he'll do. If you're a Fatui/other similar kind of scum: prepare to either kill him or die trying.]

[ Sword or guymelef available. ]

( talla is xelayan and is incredibly strong. her skin is also very durable and almost bullet proof. not interested in #9. m/f for #10. )

( So, any preference between scenes for these two? I'm leaning towards clobbering some bad dudes together but I can roll with anything. )

( nope! i'm seriously up for anything. and clobbering some bad guys sounds good lol. )

[ It's some kind of narrative requirement, that when your ship is carrying a space cop, space criminals will take a pop at you. The motley multi-species pirate crew is a deadly fighting force, so most of the crew is on the defensive. A mission to get to the core of the pirate ship and turn the tide would be ludicrous.

So anyway, Talla and J'onn just crashed a shuttle into the pirate ship on a mission to get to the core of the pirate ship and turn the tide. ]

I always wonder why, in a universe of infinite wonder, some people prefer to take what others have above what is unclaimed.

[ J'onn is always calm under pressure, standing up and brushing debris off of himself. The middle of a siege is a fine time to discuss philosophical matters. He's not quite so strong and durable as Talla, but he can take a licking and keep on ticking.

He has other skills. Like the way his eyes flash for a moment and telepathically detect- ]

Ah. Despite our subtle entrance, we have incoming from both sides.

[AUs, canon and cross canon welcome!

Reko was more of a fighter as a teenager but she's not exactly afraid to use her fists if necessary. More of a brawler than anything else and 100% human... unless you want #12.]

[No 9; everything else is golden. Did you catch her stealing? Is this a drunken brawl? Are they playing slapsies? It could be pretty much anything.]

One day, she supposed, she'd get to see places that she didn't have to start a fight in. In this case, her first visit to Gotham was under the very specific circumstances of 'break up a weapons smuggling ring.' Which should have been very straightforward - land, hit the target...

But there were quite a lot of them. And it appeared they weren't just Gotham mob as had been anticipated - it looked like A.I.M. was trying to sell their wares and had shown up in force.

She moved quietly along a catwalk of the warehouse, looking down below. This was going to be rough. But, perhaps, not as bad as might otherwise be - there was a commotion already starting, with a woman who appeared to be holding their own...

[He's an average squishy human, but he's a very stubborn average squishy human, with at best tenuous grasp of morals and even more questionable control of his temper.]

[Another squishy human here, maybe the Prizefight prompt?]

[I could see Mordecai squaring up in a public situation as a distraction, for sure. He'll be cranky to do it so we'd definitely be starting off with him good and salty.]

[Cool, let me know if anything about this starter needs changing.]

[This place is a dive, one of the worst bars in the city even when compared to all the other bars run by mobsters, but it does have one thing in its favour: A ring for fights, decent prize money, and unlike most places, no fixed matches.

Yamato's only half-interested in the prize money. Mostly he's here because the proprietor asked him to fight tonight, and the man's a contact worth maintaining. Either way, though, he's here, climbing into the ring and tugging off his shirt, draping it over his corner.

He rolls out his shoulders, settling his arms on the ropes as he waits. Maybe he'd get an interesting fight tonight, and at least then he could say that it was entertaining.]

[This wasn't his idea. By all rights it wasn't even on the list of potential choices he'd concocted on methods to keep the rowdy crowd and the bar's deadly owner distracted, but apparently, those weren't effective enough. A decision that had been settled on via 'democracy', though he'd have begged to differ on that account. The Savoy siblings essentially counted as a singular entity, it wasn't as if he was about to see either of them vote against the other.

He'd called them out upon that fact, naturally. Naturally, it was an exercise in futility. Mordecai would have had better luck suggesting they all collectively chew their way through the bricks to get to the safe in the back. And no it wasn't far from him to start an argument with the likes of Nicodeme, most certainly the most familiar amongst the trio with the concept of prizefighting. It'd be too short a fight, ma petite hache. He could have strangled him right then and there.

Hence, there he was now, sullen and sour, only with the utmost reluctance deigning to shrug off the suit jacket he'd worn today as he stooped below the ropes to enter the ring, along with the dress shirt beneath, leaving just the undershirt behind. Yeah, he'd dressed to crack a safe, not crack someone's nasal bone, you dress for the job you want. Not the one you didn't know you'd get.

The pince nez weren't budging of course, the far-too-bookish-for-a-boxing-ring looking challenger fixing Yamato with a baleful, poisonous glare.]

Try to stay up, will you?

[His opponent didn't look much like a fighter, but Yamato knew that wasn't a strong indicator of ability. The look he was giving Yamato was certainly more hateful than anything Yamato had seen in the ring before, where usually people's reactions were either nerves or a cocky confidence.

He made a mental note to knock those pince nez off when he had the chance. Shouldn't be too difficult, right?]

I'll try my best.

[There was a little bit of sarcasm layering his tone there.

This wasn't the kind of place to have a referee or a bell, so the yelling of the crowd served as their cue to start. Yamato lifted his fists, dropping into a fighting stance, and made his way forward, circling but not moving in just yet.]

[Lean, compact, the finely tailored jacket and shirt belied just how acutely fit the man wearing them was. By no means bulky, no, but tightly muscled, dense perhaps being the optimal term to use.

He'd taken a brief moment to assess the other man before him, a second to compare height and weight, only mildly irritated at the fact that there'd be no weapons allowed on hand to use. Fists only, and he didn't even like punching. Why would he ever try to get good with punching, when he had a gun? Another point to throw in Nico's face when he had the chance to do it, he decided.

Yamato took a more cautious approach, but Mordecai was ever keen to get the process going. The heightened noise from the crowd was apparently as good as a bell, and with no warning at all the hitman went from sulking at the edge of the ring, to a veritable freight train. As if a switch had been flipped in the clean cut, accountant-esque challenger's skull, he darted at Yamato, starting this whole circus off with a brief feint towards the other man's face, before immediately throwing a vicious undercut instead towards his opponent's stomach.]

[Yamato was used to his opponents trying to charge him, but they usually weren't this fast. He slid onto his back foot, darting to one side to avoid that undercut, circling a half step around Mordecai.

He didn't back off, though, not just yet. Instead, he dropped a shoulder, feinting at Mordecai's side, before swinging into a right hook at his chin. That should be enough to dislodge those glasses, he reckoned, at least so long as it landed.]

[It was a lesson he'd picked up young: glasses were a target. For a multitude of perfectly rational reasons, as far as fighting went, though really from all he could tell it was just funny to slap someone's glasses off their face. It was going to be inevitable, and indeed when he jerked to avoid what turned out to be a feint, the fist towards his face that followed it up may as well have been the start of a well memorized old waltz for him.

Sure, as he spun to avoid the hit, the pince nez loosened, but it was nothing a quick jerk of the hand to the glasses left rim couldn't fix.

That was potentially the ghost of a vicious, sharp, smug little smirk that crossed the hitman's face, tapping the still yet obnoxiously present glasses lightly back into place. That was as elaborate as the taunt would get, before Mordecai dove in again, aiming two solid blows for the other man's stomach and chest in an aggressive bull rush assault.]

[Yamato brought his arms in to guard against those blows, taking a step back with each. It wasn't a large ring, and those two strides were enough to back him against the ropes.

He gave a quiet noise of irritation, tightening his guard and stepping sideways, trying to circle around Mordecai in an attempt to dart away from the ropes and give himself a little more room to manoeuvre.]

[It'd be over too quickly his ass, he hoped Nicodeme got a chance to look at the damn ring right now. In his personal opinion, he couldn't possibly be doing any better. There was the thought that perhaps he really ought to slow down. Pull back, give Yamato a bit of room. The siblings would actually need some time to work here, and he'd not caught sight of any signal from the crowd that he ought to wrap it up.

But all things considered, the gunman was rather rankled, and raring to vent his frustrations in one form or another. A thousand petty little annoyances and slights all wrapped up and neatly packed into this one moment, and by god he was going to get it all out now. If the fight ended too soon, he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

Mordecai hounded the other man, utterly relentless and refusing to allow even a second to think nor much room to move. It was by far a dangerously reckless method, less effort being put into guarding and preparing for retaliation now with all focus set on trying to pummel his competition into the dirt.]

[Yamato found himself being battered back against the ropes again and again, unable to drop his guard without opening himself up to take a hail of punches. Catching them on his arms, he was at least avoiding taking too much damage, at least so long as his guard held.

Not that it would hold for long, since every punch sent shockwaves down to his legs, weakening his guard and slamming him back against the ropes.

The punch that finally put him over the edge made one knee buckle, and although he stayed standing, his guard fell apart in that moment, leaving him open and defenceless.]

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[At this point, it might be a little too obvious if he pulled back... An excuse he might have to use later, a note filed away when his mood was a little more even keel. But also, at this point, the hitman was a little too involved with the sensation of his knuckles striking yielding flesh and the image of a clearly crumbling opponent to even entertain the idea of slowing down, never mind stopping.

That knee buckled, Yamoto's hands fell away, and Mordecai jumped upon that opening with heartless brutality. A hard left hook for the face, followed up by an equally punishing right aimed at the jaw, dead-set on a game ending one-two punch.]

[Yamato's head snapped left, then right, the second punch splitting his lip and leaving it bleeding.

With a short growl, he moved to clinch with Mordecai, trying to get his arms around the other man's to pin them to his sides. He pushed off the ropes with the same movement, trying to force them back towards the centre of the ring.]

[One of the downsides of picking an all out assault approach: poor defense. He'd been banking on those two hits being enough to knock his opponent to the canvas, but obviously, he'd underestimated Yamato's fortitude.

The clinch worked, driving the hitman back from the ropes and towards the center of the ring, and Mordecai's response to this wouldn't be terribly graceful: with little hesitation, he moved to try and land a vicious headbutt between the other man's eyes.

Hit or miss, those glasses weren't going to stay on through that. The pince nez went skittering off onto the mat, perhaps sliding out beneath the rope, he couldn't tell. They were well out of his poor eyesight now, after all.]

[Yamato wasn't expecting that headbutt, giving a sharp grunt as it landed and snapped his head back, leaving a trickle of blood slipping down between his eyes.

But they were away from the ropes now, close enough to the centre of the room for Yamato to let go, untangling himself from the clinch and taking a step to the side.

He jabbed at Mordecai's jaw, a quick set-up before he swung into a right hook at the man's temple.]

Ooc: I have been summoned to beat in someone's face

[OG RUMBLE LETS GO

Any prompt you got your eye on specifically?]

Sparring if it's the bad old days. Bar fight or grudge match if it's more current because we know Viktor can't stand a chance in a battle of wits, bless

[We could go for a mix of bar fight and sparring, since it's these two. Mordecai is too affectionate a drunk and we know he doesn't touch the stuff anymore, but hey, they're both rum runners and they both get into fights with each other.

A fight in a bar over something stupid is right up their alley, and neither of them even need to be drunk.]

lmk if this works for you

Viktor honestly doesn't really visit other speak-easies unless there's a reason to. That reason usually involving a baseball bat or shovel or whatever else he can get his hands on. The sight of the one eyed heavy is enough to make blood run cold and sweat the pour. Added to that, being accompanied by a finely dressed man in glasses is enough to spark full panic. Viktor Vasko on his own is a problem. Viktor Vasko with Mordecai Heller standing on his blind side means the city is about to be short a few more rum runners.

Only, for once it's not that sort of business that has them gracing the darkened doorways of the competition. It's because Viktor heard a rumor that they had somehow gotten Borovička. He hasn't had that since immigration. But it also means arguing with a certain man to help get his hands on it. After all, the place looks absolutely vile. Viktor lost count of the roaches and a rat just ran over his shoe on their way to the secret door.

"We go." He insists in his usual heavy accent. "We going in." It's not a question.

Normally, the two of them making their way into a competitor's speakeasy only meant one thing: carnage and destruction. One didn't become the best bar in town by simple merit of having better drinks, or lower prices, it wasn't that easy. No, for ultimate success, others had to fail, and fail bloodily and spectacularly and serve as a smoldering example of what happened to the competition.

So already he was out of sorts with the whole affair. Just here to steal some alcohol? It was alcohol, they had rooms of the stuff back at the Lackadaisy. What was the difference between that alcohol and this alcohol, it was all the damn same, wasn't it?

Well no, apparently not, and that argument with Viktor had predictably only been the first hurdle. The smaller of the two had been complaining the entire way in, at one point panic-punting a sizable rat that had made the mistake of skittering over his finely polished shoes, stopping just short of unloading his gun into the stunned creature. We go, he said, and the response was a disgusted scoff.

"We? No, absolutely not. You go, it's your alcohol. Who knows what vile, filthy, disgusting and unmentionable horrors lie beyond that door. The plague, probably, it's no doubt absolutely seething in infected, dog sized rodents, never even mind the roaches.

Roaches, Viktor. What if there's roaches in the alcohol?"

When the alien invasion dropped in over Stark Tower, Fury dispatched Captain Carter along with (ultra-fanboy) Tony Stark, a couple of elite SHIELD agents, an Asgardian prince, and one... metal armed man with a mask and a lot of guns. Like, a lot.

He takes orders well from Carter, at least, even if he doesn't talk much. She says go, he goes; she says take care of that knot of chitauri, he takes care of them; she says cover me, and he covers. He can keep up with her, which might surprise her a little.

In between orders, he aims, fires, and takes out a chitauri that's gunning for her while she's distracted by smashing another batch of them with.

She was, frankly, just glad this threat from beyond came in a punchable form - and as the fight came to a natural resting point, the next wave still a minute or two in coming, she could take a breath, hands on her knees. It was going to be a long day.

But she carried the determination of two in her heart - she wasn't just living up to the serum. But to the man who should have borne it, and his lion-heart. It helped, in that moment, to straighten her up - but for reasons she couldn't explain made her consider the...other one Fury had sent along. Currently finishing off a still-moving Chitauri.

There was something in the movements, efficient though they were. Familiar. She took a deep breath. Right, break time over.

"We'll break them here," she said. "Stark, Thor, take the most mobile agents and go high. Force them low and we'll hit them from two directions at once."

It's hard to tell given the goggles over his eyes, but she might get the sense that he's been watching her, too. He definitely keeps close, unless she orders him to keep his distance for any particular maneuver.

He sidles right up to her, back to her back, to cover her and prepare for aliens being led their way.

"Of course, madam," comes Thor's voice over the comms. "I believe, as Stark was saying, we are bringing the party to you?"

"Fun," mutters the masked sniper, leveling his rifle, as Thor flies chases a whole score of the flying units down towards them with lightning.

[ he could feel the welts forming beneath his suit, and he was certain she could feel hers throbbing, too-- after all, they were equally matched. despite their history of fighting on the same side, he was here for something, and he wasn't going to leave without it... namely, sergeant bucky barnes. the winter soldier. wanted for murder. carter knew that wasn't something he looked lightly upon, and after the exchange of a few terse words, there was a mutual understanding between the two that this could only be settled one way... ]

Truth and justice, but you're harboring a criminal. Ironic, isn't it, Captain?

[The trouble was, he moved like lightning. Faster than any human being ought to be - even enhanced as she was, he was quick. And he had fighting techniques under his belt that were straining even the super-soldier serum to keep up with. She groaned, wiping a spot of blood from her lip at his latest blow, nodding in respect for that, craning her neck.]

Ironic? More like responsibility. James Buchanan Barnes is a war hero, corrupted by our enemies against his will. And I'll see him taken care of - not locked in that awful asylum you have in Gotham, or worse.

[In short, you're going to have to put her down good and proper to even have a shot. That's Peggy-speak for 'in a pig's eye.' If she's feeling polite.]

[ he was stubborn. strict. regimented. sometimes blindingly so, unable or unwilling to grasp the larger implications of barnes' indoctrination. the fact that he clinches up with her and bares his teeth is telling enough that she hasn't quite gotten through to him. ]

You'll see him taken care of. [ he almost scoffs through his growl. ] By who, Nick Fury? I'm sure your friends over at SHIELD will have no problem getting him pardoned by a military tribunal before they can even put him in cuffs.

[And the set of her jaw in turn indicates she's not backing down - though lord knows he thinks her opinion of SHIELD is higher than it actually is.]

By me, not SHIELD. That's what taking responsibility means. I know some trustworthy people. He'll get the help he needs.

Either way, you're not getting him.

[Canon magical girl. She has an aggressive, stubborn personality so her fighting even non-magical girls is up on the table. No ten, please.]

[You are not playing a Sega Saturn. No other reason is required.]

[ she might have an unfair advantage since she has the Force ~~and is a Skywalker~~, but years of swordplay and training don't hurt either. also has a relatively sharp, sarcastic tongue for those non-physical fights.

not interested in 4, ask before 10 (but it's definitely an option). sparring or fighting against a horde can work well for cross canon (or unlikely allies in the case of the latter), and a bar fight would be entertaining with a smuggler or defected AU. ]

I'm most interested in working together to face an NPC threat, training or crazy comic battles but anything is possible. His powers can be adjusted up and down as necessary.

( tactical sparring, training, and fighting preferred. weapons are fine. no smut pls. )

She has seen how most of the Avengers fight - some with magic, some with gadgets, some with their bare fists - so it is almost a welcome change to meet someone on the team (the main or side team) who can handle himself with a knife.

First blood wins? [is what she asks, as she takes her shoes off and steps onto the mat. Her armour is off - contrary to popular belief, the Lady Sif does not sleep in her battle armour, and she can fight just fine without it - and her only weapon is a dagger, one of the three she usually has hidden in either her boots or strapped to her thigh.

The compound is quiet this early in the morning, with most Avengers recovering from a mission that she was not even invited to go on. The truth? She feels like an outsider, but that's perhaps because she is. Coming back after the Snap, fighting and finding her way to Midgard from all the way across the galaxy, only to find out that not only is Thor no longer here, but Asgard is no longer there, and she has no way of contacting his highness wherever he may be - it does a number on a girl.

She's been itching for a fight.]

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11, Avengers-era, slightly alternate future

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8? kind of?

Works for me!

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