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THE 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.
Felix | Red vs Blue | OTA
Re: Felix | Red vs Blue | OTA
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[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.]
cw: xenophobia/hatred/discrimination, canon typical violence & language, an a-hole being an a-hole..
[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]