Floor Six Werewolf's Back

After the match with Evra, Nick has had a much easier time. People were soon being awfully careful around the ill-mannered wolf. Especially since in every match, he's torn off a limb or two in one case. The tanned kid wore a simple red T-shirt and black trousers with red sneakers. He was ready for his next match. Again, he wore his good earplugs to cut out the noise so that he doesn't go deaf. Luckily, when he was called out, the crowd went silent. He noticed that it was unusually full. Perhaps he had gotten famous that quickly? Bah, he didn't care. He was ready to hurt something.

Hephaestus was the Greek god of fire and metal, after being reincarnating; Hephaestus was now knows as Hector a 5’8’’ tall guy in his looking like he was in his teens. He had blazing red hair that was spiked up in the back and straight in the front giving him a peek a boo bang and had an abnormal animal like appearance such as white cat like ears (Which were horse ears cause I say so), and a really long silky red tail with a ring at the end like a scrunchy leaving some hair at the end stick out as if it were a very low ponytail. Hector was pretty lean and weighed about 56 kg without counting his tail and robotic leg. His robotic leg looked very heavy, however as he walked on over Hector looked like he was dealing with it very well.

“Yo!” he said as he entered the field keeping an amused and arrogant grin. Hector was known for his immense strength and hakudo, but above all was his strange ability to control blue fire which he couldn’t use since it was a no power zone. He wasn’t very good at long raged battles and his reitsu alongside his reflexes were below normal for being a Sigillum Dei however this was never stated. “Let’s get this show on the road…?” the red head said when he then looked down at the strange looking teen. “When I was told a werewolf was my next opponent, I was expecting a six foot tall buff hairy man, not a small looking pipsqueak like you…” he suddenly said as he eyed the brunet up and down.

Not what he was expecting, but then again he didn’t really care anyways. Giving an almost devious grin, the demigod quickly rushed up at towards the brunet and kicked off the floor in order to reposition himself towards the brunet’s right side, launching a quick double punch towards the teen’s ribs; he would then kick off the ground with the same foot towards the brunets other side. With a kick to his back and then a double thrust with both hands towards his sides the red head then kicked again towards the boy’s shoulders which if it missed would make a deep crater in the ground.

(OOC: Not a brunette...sorry for not describing him...)

The purple-grey haired brat rose a single eyebrow. Was this another of those pitiful hybrids? His yellow eyes blazed with instant hatred and the need to spill this arrogant bastard's blood. He gave the man a toothy grin, easily showing his fangs. "Like everyone else, looks vary. Besides, I'm still young, but don't let my appearance fool you, like others before you. Or I might just tear off your arm and beat you with it." His voice clearly showed his own arrogance. But something will go wrong and if I win, I'll earn it...just like the last five.

Then the man charged. Nick turned in accordance with the hop. He matched fist for fist. Imbecile! He was a werewolf...close combat was his forte...strength, durability, stamina, speed...he was the perfect close range fighter! Then add in his own slow regeneration, there was no way he could lose in these first hundred floors. They were even in strength. Then came the kick. Pitiful. Nick ducked underneath it and swiped a clawed hand at the underside of the leg as it passed by. The five foot two teen quickly got back up from a kick to the back. He knocked away one jab and tried to bite the other's hand when he dodged it. Then came the kick from above. He put his arms up in X pattern above his had and blocked it. He felt the strain and grinned wider. "It's not often I meet those just as strong as me...perhaps I can learn to love it here in the knowledge that such a place attracts people like you..."

He flipped the man and immediately went into a stab with his claws, aiming straight for the heart to tear it out. If dodged, he would do a slash. Followed by a punch aiming for the gut. Then came a kick to see if he can't seperate the prosthetic leg from the flesh. A double chop, one at each side meant to break ribs, came next. If caught, he would flipe for a kick to the chin, followed by a double flying kick to the chest.

(OOC: It’s alright; it was my fault for not asking…)

Clicking his heels against the concrete floor for good luck, the demigod grinned as the werewolf responded to him. “True very true, though the thought of you beating me with my own limb sounds pretty scary. Although if you think of it closely; it is also pretty funny to be beaten up by your own limb.” He said sounding a bit amused by the young were wolf before just dashing at him. Being part horse, the demigod was naturally fast and had pretty strong legs. Kicking off the ground just inches before reaching the pup, the red head appeared on his right where he launched a quick double thrust towards his ribs when the werewolf matched with his own fist. The two blows were evenly matched causing Hector to smile, he had seen a few were wolves in his life but this one though really young was quite impressive.

Moving back from the blow, the red head then kicked off delivering a kick to the pups other side. However missing, he slid a bit as the werewolf clawed at the underside of one of his legs drawing blood from fresh scars. Grunting a bit, the red head turned and went to deliver a double thrust when the pup knocked away the first one and was about to bight the second one if he didn’t cut short. ‘That was close’ the red head thought as he tried to kick again at the werewolf. The werewolf blocked it and the area around them cracked and sank a bit. Upon hearing the pup speak, the red head smirked. “You’d be amazed at the kind of people you find, I can tell you that there are others very similar to you hidden in this exact building. Monsters that vary from race and creature…”

The werewolf flipped the demigod whom landed flat on his back when the werewolf went for a deadly blow. Eyes widening the red head rolled out of the way as the werewolf pup smashed the ground. A second less and that would have been his chest. The pup instantly went for a slash in which the red head backed up and then blocked the punch to the gut with his forearm before turning and lashing his tail like a whip across his face. If hit it would leave a long thin line across his cheek. Receiving a kick towards his prosthetic leg, the red head looked down with an amused expression. “My robotic leg is made out of metal iron and steel, unless you tear my whole hip off it ain’t going nowhere.”

The werewolf then came at Hector with a double chop, one which was dodged while the other made contact making an audible cracking sound, though it didn’t break. Groaning in pain, the red head then caught the pup by his ankle as he tried to kick his chin and then slammed him against the ground before dodging the double flying kick. In dodging, the red head again turned and with his long silky tail lashed out against the werewolf’s chest before delivering a power punch to the werewolf’s face. If the tail whip made contact, it would leave a long thin gash in the werewolf’s chest while the power punch was capable of smashing a hollows skull. Hit miss or dodged the red head would deliver circular hand remover techniques against the werewolf. A chop to Nick’s right upper rib, a thrust towards his left lower rib a thrust with the red heads little knuckles towards the pups manubrium and then a double open palm thrust towards the gladiolus or the center of the chest.

Nick didn't respond to that. But he did have a point...it would be humiliating to beat someone to death with their own limb...meh, it still sounds fun. His own attacks were met with mixed success. Though some of the counters did make it through. Like the tail whip thing that made a very thin cut across his forehead, but it was soon healed. But his attack on the prosthetic leg didn't quite do what he wanted. The werewolf grinned at the explaination. "Then I'll just have to try that then..."

Then the bastard got him while he was trying to kick him in the chin. He was grabbed and slammed into the ground, cracking the huge tiles. (Flying kick couldn't happen as you interrupted him.) Then came the tail whip again, though this time, Nick rolled away just in time to avoid it. And ducked just in time to avoid the punch when he got up. A chop came at him next, aiming for the ribs. It hit, but Nick also attempted to grab the arm and use his claws to simply cut/break/tear the arm off at the elbow. The hit certainly broke a rib...he'd have to do something about that later.

And about the second rib he broke with his thrust. Nick turned sideways to avoid the first punch and aimed a backhand to the gut. But got hit straight into the sternum, shoving him back ten feet. His ribs were going to take a little bit to heal...five posts in fact. But he was far from done.

But it would be faster if his rib just regrew. The boy actually put his hand inside of him and tore out his bottom rib. That one was almost completely shattered, and the one he intends to get rid of to regrow. As blood flowed from his shirt and down his pants and legs, he was digging out pieces of the rib. The crowd was silent as they watched. As Nick got the last little piece out of him, he kicked them away, off the stage. "It would be just so much faster to regrow the damn thing than for it to heal..."

Then he dived right in. He ducked and slid a whole four feet towards the prosthesus, standing up attempted to slam his claws and hands into the hip to at least tear apart part of the pelvis. Or hopefully draw blood. He would then kick at the thing and charge again, trying to dig his claws into the body to tear something out. If a chop or palm thrust was made towards his face or neck, he would try to bite it.

(Since we're now in October, I'm just going to end it since i was inactive for such a long time.)

as Nick dived in, the demigod wasn't prepared when he dived right in and tore open his body. blood splurged all over the arena causing the crowed to become strangely quite as the sounds of screams filled the arena, the ripping of flesh was ever so gory that not even the ref could continue to watch.

screaming in pain, the red head tried slam his fist into the little pup, but in the end was bitten right in between the wrist. more blood was drawn from the veins that had been teared, the crimson liquid covered the field and the ref blew the whistle stopping the fight before someone had actually died.

Nick was ruled the winner and the demigod was ruled unable to fight for the lost of blood. Hephaestus was more than angry with the referee's decision, however with most of his lower organs destroyed alongside with the loss of blood he could barely speak to defend himself. giving the pup a death glare, the demigod spoke keeping an unbroken amused yet low tone. "We will meet again, my friend..." and with that said despite his reaction, the red head was taken into the emergency room.