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THE FIGHT MEME

THE (halloween) 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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[ maybe some sort of dark side au - either because he's for real with the wandenreich or is maybe just trying to get more info about masaki by going deep cover a la uryuu - and sparring? i feel like a grudging teacher-student dynamic would be super interesting with them. ]

[That sounds amazing! Dark side AU with Ichigo for real working with the Wandenreich and Haschwalth as his mentor definitely works, either hand-to-hand sparring or the two of them using Quincy abilities/weapons.]

You're too slow.

[ Jugram jumps back again, sword drawn in front of him—but the pause in strikes conveys that they are to halt, at least for a few seconds. ]

One of His Majesty's private echelon can alternate between blut vene and blut arterie so rapidly that the window of time between the two is imperceptible. What you saw in Hueco Mundo was not the pinnacle of what we are capable of.

[ They're all also substantially older than this kid, and full-blooded. This is a consciously developed ability for those of gemischt descent—clumsy and slow in the earliest stages, but it should, theoretically, be possible for someone powerful enough to have been marked a Special Threat. ]

You've given me enough time to kill you. Do better.

[ Voicetesting! No smut, otherwise OTA. ]

[Prizefight maybe, for these two? They're both military, so a military boxing match or anything-goes-except-alchemy brawl.]

[ Sure! I’m down for some hand-to-hand — that boxing scenario sounds like it could work. Would you want to mesh their canons or do a “rival military” sort of scenario? Also, I’m pretty canonblind, fair warning. ]

[Lets do a rival military scenario, and then that gives them an excuse to go all out against each other. And canonblind is fine, Keith can be slotted into most scenarios, and the only thing you need to know about his canon is that it's Space Military With Lion Mechas.]

[ Alright! I’m actually heading off to bed right now, but I’d be glad to write a starter in the morning if you’d like. ]

[Sure! That works for me.]

[ It’s easy, Roy supposes, to forget how much of the military world is just a big pissing contest. That’s even part of the State Alchemist program. Look at us, the Amestris government says. Our weapons of mass destruction are both functional and good-looking! In moments like these this political twist becomes clear; there’s no reason for the higher-ups to arrange this sort of thing outside of wanting to show off their flashy military.

But hey, Roy’s good at being the flashy military.

After all, he’s a showman. And that’s all this is anyways, a show. A way for Amestris to show off its Hero of Ishval, sending a clear message: don’t fuck with us. It’s all political maneuvering. His talent.

Pulling his regulation blue jacket on, he hesitates over his gloves. To keep them off would be to emphasize that Amestris is doing this in good will, but to knowingly walk into a fight without his gloves goes against everything he knows. After a second, he slips them into a pocket.

Just in case.

Roy almost feels a little bad for whoever it is the others are putting forward as their champion. For all that people think he’s a one-trick-pony with a pretty face, when it comes to hand-to-hand, he can hold his own. ]

[Keith is nnnnnnot meant to be here. Or he is meant to be here, in the audience, while Shiro takes part in this 'exhibition match,' which is less about exhibiting and more about beating the other champion's face until world peace happens. Or something.

Except Shiro is ill, and so Keith -- who didn't exactly volunteer for this -- has ended up in the role of shiny Altean military champion instead. He turns up at the venue in sharp uniform, all whites and reds, and tries not to look too awkward. Tries. It might not entirely work.

He doesn't have long before he has to get changed for the fight, but he at least takes a moment to approach the man who's apparently his opponent, sidling around officials and military brass to offer him a hand.]

Hi.

[Hm. Bad opener.]

I'm Keith Kogane. We're meant to be beating each other up in, er, twenty minutes.

[ If Roy’s being honest, he was expecting his opponent to be like Major Armstrong. Tall, loud, and practically bulging with muscle. It’s a little disconcerting to have a young man — a boy, really — introduce himself as Roy’s soon-to-be rival. He takes a half-second to size the kid up. Young, younger than he’d expected. Possibly another child soldier, lovely. Socially awkward, which, fine. Roy can make use of that. He’ll cozy up to his opponent, use that to his advantage in the fight.

He smiles, shakes the hand offered to him with a little more gusto than is strictly necessary. ]

Colonel Roy Mustang.

[ Ah, yes. Twenty minutes until they fight each other. Roy knows better than to underestimate Keith Kogane, but can’t help but feel a little wrong-footed. He doesn’t know what to expect, and that isn’t something he likes.

Well, he’s got twenty minutes. Might as well try to squeeze a little information out of this guy. ]

I can’t say I’m looking forward to this. Hand-to-hand never was my forte. [ There. Enough to start a conversation, but not giving away anything that really could be used. If anything, maybe Keith will take Roy at face value and expect an easy victory. ]

[Keith had, admittedly, also been expecting a huge, burly opponent. Someone a little closer to Shiro's size and frame. That that's not what he's facing is a surprise, but not necessarily a disappointment. Someone who's lighter and faster will probably be more interesting for him to face anyway.]

Nice to meet you, Colonel.

[Better than his opener, at least.

He cocks his head at the admission, not entirely believing it. After all, the Amestrians probably have plenty of people for whom hand-to-hand is their forte, it'd make sense to send one of them.]

Maybe your superiors disagree. They must've put you up for this for a reason. Me, I'm just filling in for somebody else.

[ ota gen and shipping, no straight-to-smut scenario please. almost anything else works though he is not a gentle person for anyone looking for 2; for 3 he's probably easy to beat if it's not wits in a physical battle type thing. felix can fight just as proficiently with or without the armor so it's your choice! crosscanon, aus, assumed cr, etc, are all very welcome! LET'S FIGHT! ]

[4 Prizefight for these two? Unarmoured, probably, either a boxing or MMA thing. They're both space military, so it's easy enough to throw them together.]

[Sure thing! Bonus points for knife fights since they both wield them! :'D Buuut boxing or mma is fine for more friendly and 'official' contest. Up to you!]

[:D! Let's go with MMA for them. Do you want to start or should I? Either works for me.]

[Fair enough! It should be interesting. Hmm, if you could start that would be great and I'd really appreciate it tonight. Thank you!]

[Sure! Aaaand here:]

[Any military alliance is bound to run into problems, but the alliance between the Blade of Marmora and the Space Pirates is ... especially fraught. Most of the Blades chafe at the idea of working with mercenaries, looking down on them at best and outright hating them at worst; and it seems like most of the Space Pirates are none too about working with Galra, and especially idealistic, ritualised resistance fighter Galra.

Nobody's entirely sure who suggested cage matches as a way of working out their differences, but here they are, in the vehicle bay of their new shared military base, with a cage in the center and a tournament to see who gets to be top dogs.

It's nominally under MMA rules, although in practice there's no referee. Keith's pretty sure he's seen a few groin shots, a lot of grabbing hair, and at least one case of eye-gouging. With the score currently at 4 for the Blades and 4 for the Pirates, it looks like it's Keith's job to be the tiebreaker.

He steps into the ring, dressed in black-and-violet, Blades uniform issue MMA shorts and gloves, rolling out his shoulders and stretching his arms as he waits for his opponent. He's just ... doing his best to ignore the crowds for now.]

[Felix hated aliens. He'd spent his entire military career fighting aliens. They'd killed all of his squad except him and his future partner, and he'd spent the rest of the war just trying to survive while exacting as much vengeance on their ugly hides as brutally possible.

Felix hated aliens. And now he was stuck working alongside them. The irony was not lost on him.

Locus had ditched him at some point, uninterested in the "team building" attempt going on in the form of a sparring tournament. What a great idea for a set of paramilitary personnel to participate in to breed trust. Beat the shit out of each other until no one had any energy left to argue. Brilliant. Fantastic. Count Felix in.

If for no other reason than he would really like to beat the shit out of aliens any chance he got. Of course, what he wasn't expecting was to step into the ring and face down a fucking kid. A kid that looked pretty damn human to Felix. What the hell was this punk doing fighting for the enemy? Er, opposite team. They were all allies around here, after all, of course.]

What the hell is this? [He said quietly as he paced his side of the ring. His arms raised to gesture widely as he repeated, voice rising in volume to carry towards the audience.] Does someone want to tell me what the hell this is?

[It's not that Felix didn't want to fight. But seriously what the hell was this shit. He recognized the outfit as matching with the rest of the Blades casual practice gear but that still didn't make any sense why the kid was with the Galrans. He sounded annoyed. He sounded pissed. He sounded offended. But more than anything...he just wanted to fight a fucking alien.

He scoffed, and dropped down into a ready stance as he recognized the fact that he wasn't actually going to get an answer from anyone. Whatever. The kid had it coming to him then, fighting with the Blades like this.

Speaking of Blades, Felix made a mental check on himself before he could reach around to pat the space where his lie, hidden, illegally taken with him to this fight. Just in case. It was beneath his clothes--black and orange, his favorite colors--a combat suit meant to be capable of substituting as under-armor if necessary though not recommended over the usual full gel under-suit. It made him look sleek and predatory though, something Felix appreciated if he was going to be walking around without his armor on for the foreseeable future.]

[It ... didn't take a genius to figure out what Felix was so confused and angry about. Everyone else on the Blades side of the tournament had been big, and purple, and furry like a chinchilla. Keith was none of those things. And it's not like the Space Pirates had been quiet about their dislike for the Galra.]

Stop whining. I might look human on the outside, but I'm still half-Galran. You can tell everyone later about how a halfbreed kicked your ass.

[With that out of the way, Keith raised his fists, setting his feet apart in a fairly traditional boxing stance.

He didn't wait or exercise caution, that'd never been his way, even if it was something the Blades were trying to teach him. As soon as the cage door was shut and locked, fastened with a bolt and padlock, he rushed straight in, closing the distance and swinging a haymaker at Felix's jaw.]

Edited 2022-10-22 06:17 (UTC)

[That got Felix's attention. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the kid with renewed...disgust. Although he was having a hard time accepting that there was a such thing as "half-Galran." He was torn between wanting to yell at the kid to knock it off, and kick the kid's ass just for existing.

Sometimes Felix didn't even understand why he hated a thing so much... but this was definitely one of those times.

He was confused, conflicted, and he hated feeling those things. So he chose instead to be angry. Angry and ready to kick some ass.]

Big words from a little opponent. [The kettle calling the pot black. Felix was tall enough but rail thin, all lean muscle and not an ounce of fat on him. He looked easy to break without his armor on for protection.] Let's see how you feel after I put your face in the mat, kid.

[Felix was surprised by the sudden rush to attack. And people called him hasty to get into the action without forethought. This kid was going to do all the work for him.

First order of business was to dodge that wild attack. Felix was caught off guard enough that he reacted too late to do much more than flinch backwards, cursing slightly as he felt the faint scrape of knuckle across his angled away jawline. He was quick enough to pull off the stunt but it sadly left him bereft of the counter that he could have deployed had he used one of his more agile maneuvers in retaliation. He still tried for an uppercut that aimed more for throwing his opponent off balance from the attack rather than hitting anything useful.

Second order of business was to reclaim some of that lost space. This was a fist fight so he wasn't trying to disengage and find a good shooting position, but Felix liked to let his long limbs get in damage at a distance if he could help it. His strength lie in his quickness and agility, and precision when he was on a good roll. And, as Keith was soon to find out, he was a flip-y little lithe bastard that liked to throw more kicks around than punches.

Which was order number three--if he had the chance to throw an attack of his own, he'd begin directly after he took a smooth step back, shifting his weight immediately afterward to follow-up with a full spinning roundhouse kick.]

[That scrape of his fist across Felix's jawline was just tantalisingly close enough to a solid hit that it managed to irritate Keith. No time to dwell on that, though, not when a fist was swinging his way.

He leaned back, the uppercut passing within a whisper of his chin but ultimately only hitting air. It still put him off balance, just a little bit, enough to make him move back a half step.

As that kick came spinning in, he raised an arm to block, taking it on the forearm with a grunt, stepping to the side -- but then he was back on the attack. He stepped in, closing the distance again, jabbing at Felix's face, left, right, before swinging into another wild haymaker.]

[The kid knew how to fight a little at least. Not that Felix was much to talk; for a guy trained by the military he, too, was a little wild and unpredictable at times. Battle was the closest Felix sometimes got to calm and composed.

But with his life not quite actually on the line, Felix could easily get cocky, too. This wasn't all-out war after all. This was just a "friendly" spar with a (albeit temporary) ally. He couldn't keep quiet for long.]

Not too shabby, kid.

[The merc said after blocking the two jabs with his arms. He may have looked thin enough to break like a simple twig but his wiry muscle held up well enough under pressure. The third blow, the haymaker, was blocked in a different manner however.

Felix darted in, got close to his opponent, blocked the blow with his arm, and then went after Keith's upper arm with the same hand.]

But not good enough.

[He continued with a smirk. He gave the arm a tug to throw his opponent off balance then followed up quickly with an open strike to the side of Keith's head. A quick step and duck beneath Keith's extended arm later, and Felix had set himself up for a throw over his shoulder.

This all happened quickly but if Keith had enough experience and quick-wit the teen could find a way to stop the combo somewhere in its tracks before its completion.]

Don't call me 'kid.'

[Anything further that Keith wanted to say was cut off, as that tug of his arm pulled him off balance, followed by the strike slamming into the side of his head. Dizzy and with blurred vision, he almost didn't see the throw coming.

He felt it, though. The familiar shift of weight, the shoulder moving up under him.

He hooked a leg around one of Felix's, ankle against the back of his calf, anchoring himself there to stop the throw. Then, with a low growl that was maybe more Galra than he'd like to admit, he swung his free arm, aiming an elbow at Felix's forehead.]

Shit!

[Felix's only saving grace at that moment was the fact that his arms were already high in order to facilitate the throw. But with the kid's leg preventing the maneuver he was stuck. He released Keith's arm as the elbow strike came swiftly for him. His arm barely made it in place time to take the blow.

But the attack still left Felix reeling from the force. He hissed in pain, a stray thought wondering how bad a bruise that one would be compared to any other he'd receive today. He tried to move away, but between the disorienting blow and Keith's leg wrapped up in his own, Felix stumbled gracelessly to the side.

While he was reorienting himself he kept his arms up in defense, eyes snapping to his opponent as he pivoted, waiting for the next attack.]

[Keith flashed a grin, untangling his leg from Felix's as the other man stumbled to the side, turning to keep Felix in his sights.

The crowd was happy, at least, that between the blow to Keith's head and the elbow hitting Felix's arm, the first blows had been struck. Space Pirates and Blades alike were getting increasingly noisy.

Not wanting to let up the attack, Keith lifted his leg, bending his knee in before kicking out with a hard front kick, aimed at Felix's stomach. His hope was that he could slip it under the man's guard while he was reorienting himself, and keep him on the back foot.]

Edited 2022-10-27 08:15 (UTC)

[The move partially worked. Keith did kick swiftly enough to hit Felix in the stomach, but the mercenary knew some kind of an attack was coming. It was too good an opportunity to pass. As the air left his body forcefully Felix reacted with quick speed of his own; even as he took a step back for balance, his arms snapped forward and he grabbed at Keith's offending leg.

He was still disoriented so he wasn't even sure of his grip as he tried to twist the leg into an uncomfortable position. He wanted to set up a kick of his own but his balance was wrong for it so he went to adjust first.]

[Keith was just barely too slow to stop that grab from snatching his leg. He grimaced, first trying to struggle free, without any success. Then trying to throw a punch -- but with his leg fully extended, Felix was just out of his reach.

Then that twist came, and he gave a hiss of pain, trying with renewed vigour to wrench his leg free.

He could hear a few of the Pirates in the crowd getting louder, whooping and yelling encouragement to Felix, now that he seemingly had -- for now, at least -- Keith at his mercy.]

[ ota! minus the smut option, anything goes. he'd probably prefer a spar but ya know saving the world is par for the course here. crosscanon, aus, assumed cr are all very welcome! ]

[Let's fuck each other up]

[Bring it.]

(4, 5, 7, 8, 10 or 11!)

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sorry this is a little late T-T, feel free to handwave stuff u don’t like

No worries! Sorry my reply is a little late too, this was a busy Saturday

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Sorry for the delay, for some reason I never got an e-mail notification

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