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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/19/2018 1:24:37 AM
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"I look forward."
Dale cracked his neck, releasing a sigh as he relaxed his shoulders. Getting back into his previous position, though much lower, he rushed forward again. He made sure the woman would have to lean down to reach him, especially with her height, and launched another jab. Like a boxer, his jab was fast, and did not lock his arm. It was aimed at her stomach, which had the most chance to hit.
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She kicked her knee up then, his fist colliding not with bone, but with metal it felt instead, sending a sharp jolt up his arm. Olivia didn't seem to get away so well however, a look of pain flashing across her face, but then hidden by her efforts. She then extended her leg then, a rapid movement that was hard to catch, her foot sent towards his chest.
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Luckily, Dale's other arm was still by his head and towards the front. The kick smashed into him as he got one hand on the leg... And threw the woman away from him, using the momentum of his stagger. As the woman flew, he rubbed the spot where the kick had landed, a light red mark on his skin. She was super human, but the blunt force and shock didn't seem to bother the man.
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As he tried to throw her, the most he did was unbalance, as she fell to the side he threw her, not going far. Following through to keep the momentum, she swung a sharp kick at him again, aimed at his shoulder.
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It landed with surprising ease, but the kick stopped at his shoulder with a loud "slap" against his skin. Knowing this result, he deliberately went for her leg again. That said, a rushing her leg would probably earn him a bullet in the head outside VR, so he instead chose to sweep the woman's other leg with his own, attempting to land on the leg he was holding and secure her to the ground by one limb.
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She kicked her leg up, using her arm to support herself as he weight was made apparent on him, he was holding a good portion of her weight and he felt it. Wrenching her leg back, it would unbalance him as she slammed her free leg back down, aiming to flip over his back.
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He let go, his plan to fall ruined by the woman's quick thinking. Lucky for him, holding things would not hurt his combatant, so he could hold her weight with ease. As the woman flipped over him, he simply pivoted, aiming a punch to her mid section once more while she was in the air behind him. Flashy moves would earn a swift punch, but he did have time to reflect on what he had learned about his opponent. Her speed seemed to be unmatched, so once he got a grip again, he would be sure to keep it. On the other hand, her skill was also high. While Dale was a master in his close quarters wrestling and fast boxing, she seemed to focus on getting quick and powerful hits in, where he had little time to see.
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While he pivoted, her hand snapped to his neck, forcing him to follow her movements as she fell and rolled, pulling the man with her and going forward. In the next instant he found his head trapped between her legs, shins crossed to pin him there as she held his legs in place.
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He grabbed the inside of the thighs, with a rather bit of frustration, and ripped the legs off his neck, backing off quickly with a chuckle. It was nice not having an opponent who ran, and shot at him from a distance. "You really got a thing for necks, huh?" So far, his overwhelming strength had saved him from what might have been a loss, but he had to make use of his skills and physical ability, as his opponent used her technique and speed. He repositioned himself, in a sumo-like stance with wide legs and ready arms. He would approach slowly, in somewhat wide steps.
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She matched him then, changing her own stance to a lower, more prowling like stance, watching him, waiting.
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With such a stance, her movement would be limited, even with her speed. Dale saddled forward, attempting to aim his left arm at her left leg, the other blocking his head. He was attempting to grab it, and in doing so, could provide a fatal ending.
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She backstopped out of his reach then, lunging at him afterwards, striking his waist and then locking her arms around his thighs. Lifting them, she had a surprising amount of a brute strength, as she then slammed him into the ground; from six feet up.
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As he fell to the ground, his legs pushed against their jailers, breaking free as he wrapped them around the woman's body. Rather than fall, by himself, he used his momentum to pull the woman with him, and with a thud they both landing on the ground, with his legs around her upper body. He then used his arms to grab her own wrists, using his strength to keep a tight enough grip so that it would certainly be hard to get out of, but wouldn't actually break anything.
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Her initial reaction was to let him pin her, then forcing his arms out and grabbing his own wrists, shoving then backwards and pinning his arms at an awkward angle to force him to drop the grip. His legs would come later, for now it was making sure he couldn't do anything.
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Letting him keep the legs was a bad idea. The grip tightened to one of massive power, a hint at the strength behind the muscles of the man. Awkward angle or not, he pushed against the floor to lift his chest, further tightening the death grip around the woman's upper body. She would not be able to move her arms down with the massive legs blocking the movement.
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To his dismay, she didn't seem phased by it, instead focusing on something else; it was a cheap shot, but in war, there was no honor. She shot a hard punch straight for his groin, not holding back with it at all.
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With the now free hand, he caught her own as she let go. He grabbed with the same titanium grip as the legs, keeping it in place. Even if she had successfully struck the groin, it would have hit the less sensitive part, and seeing as her arms could not be moved with much momentum, not some much damage. It seemed Dale was trapping her in a web.
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She jerked her arms out then, spoderwebbing his own arms then as she forced herself upright. To lift both him and herself, was immeasurable strength, yet she did so Standing upright as best she could, she dropped then, body slamming him in a sense.
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The immense strength would come with effort, which gave him time to think. As soon as he felt the beginning of the drop, he twisted his body, so that both of them would land sideways, and on top of the woman's arm.
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Her weight in the fall made it difficult, and she kept him locked in place, making it impossible to move. Then the feeling of the ground hit, and her near quarter ton weight on top of him.
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The man landed with a grunt, before quickly taking advantage, and squeezing tighter with the legs, and extending his arms to grab the woman's head by curling up. He squeezed tighter, letting the woman know her fragile head and neck were in his hands. "I cannot snap your neck out of VR."
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She grinned. Then slammed her head forward, jerking free of his grip as her head made contact with her own, and metal was felt, painful metal. His own ears started ringing and his head swam then. In his dazed state, she forced herself free of his lazed grips, standing upright once more.
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Dale quickly acted, sweeping under the woman's legs so that she'd back off, before placing a hand on his knees and getting up. A red mark was visible on his head, from the previous impact. The man cracked his neck to get loose before speaking. "How long does this test last?"
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"Until I get a good assessment. MMA, go!" MMA was Olivia's turf, something the man would understand quickly as she assumed a sturdy stance, bouncing a moment, giving him a split second to assess what was going on. She lunged at him quickly, swinging a strong jab and feinting under it, twisting around to follow up with a powerful kick to his side. The giant woman was moving fast now, clearly not holding back anymore. Her movements where blurring at times, hard to keep up with. These soldiers, they weren't normal in the slightest.
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Slap! The foot made a pathetic sound as it made contact with the man. At her speeds, any normal foot would have been broken or been vastly hurt. Dale lowered himself down, widening his stance so that the hits would not knock him down, and used his forearms to cover his face. He'd only need to find the chance to strike again. Every fighter had a pattern, and if they didn't, Dale would attempt to hit any part of the woman with half strength, enough to put that part out for the count.
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She didn't seem to have any noticeable pattern, slamming an elbow into him then as she spun around his back. With his elbows up and focusing on reading, it gave her time to dance around him. She slammed her left fist into the base of his spin then, a hard jab that sent a shock up and down it, followed by kicking a knee out.
