Paige Vs Felix

Felix spied the note in his locker. Funny thing was he rarely even used it, but today he was dropping off some heavy ass textbooks he did not want to lug around. He reached out to the note, his heart pounding. Could this be a . . . love note? He read it anticipation at it's highest before crashing to the metaphorical floor in a metaphorical fiery rubble. Why did bad things happen to good people! It wasn't a love note, it was a declaration of war; someone had invited him to a fight! Someone was toying with his emotions, and he was sick of it! He ran up to the roof top intent on whooping some ass, his fight mode was officially initiated.

Felix would take the steps two at a time sprinting to the roof, this person was gonna catch one hell of an ass whoopin- He tripped on the last step, bailing super hard, skidding at least a good ten feet before stopping. He could only hope no cute girls were watching, looking up his worst fear was confirmed. The cute girls were always watching. He got up super casually, pretending none of that had happened. "So uh you come here often?" He would ask before realizing, they both were the only ones up here. So that meant the person who left the note was . . . "It was you!" He sent the girl a death stare. "Tell me your name, I want to know what to put on your grave stone after today." He would wait for her answer, while cracking the muscles in his body a la Bruce Lee.

The quickness of the attack surprised him, immediately putting him on the defensive. Unable to react quick enough, Felix took the kick to his side. He felt the air leave his body immediately. Anticipating another attack he blocked the most vulnerable part; his face. He felt the impact of the kick, as it sent him skidding back a bit, his forearms were immediately sore. She was strong, that was for sure; but recently he had fought an absolute monster of a girl, he had been decimated. He planned to use this as practice for their rematch.

"This is for my broken heart!" Felix would rush in to attempt a leaping right uppercut, aimed to catch her in the chin. While he was still up in the air, he would attempt a close range dropkick. Tucking his knees to his chest, before propelling them outward aimed at the girls chest! 'Sorry boobs!'

His holy combination of uppercut into drop kick had been defeated. Felix was absolutely devastated by the turn of events. The trauma caused a scene from the past to return to his minds eye; Jude's words coming back to him, "Bla bla, practicality bla bla wing chun." Or something to that extent anyway.

Felix realized that he couldn't beat her with speed alone, she was just as fast as him, if not faster. He would have to fight smart, much to his chagrin. Upon landing, he immediately attacked, approaching her right side, he sent a right hook aimed at her ribs, as he outstretched his right arm, hoping to make her evade into a grapple. If it didn't work he recover, blocking his upper body. 

Felix felt the blow connect, as she glared at him he flashed a teasing grin. His respite didn't last long as he was grabbed by the arm and thrown into the fence, smacking it face first, his finger poking through the chain link. 'Really don't get any breaks with this chick.' Before he could respond he was kicked further into the fence, the chain link rubbing his face roughly. He was beginning to regret storming up here without a plan. After her kick, he would use the bounciness of the links to get him a bit of momentum, spinning on his heel, using the torque of his spin to increase the speed and strength of his blow. Felix would throw a heavy right haymaker, stepping into the blow for added effect. 

((Sorry for taking so long with this, I'm the wurst ): if you're ever up for another hmu, promise not to take so long next time *pinky promise*))

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"Shit." It was all he could say, the fight had been a total failure on his part, and now he was getting pummeled. His haymaker, the only thing that he could think of to get himself out of this corner he'd been put in was made ineffective by the girls good use of spacing. Getting inside the swing of his attack, so the only thing that hit her was his arm. His defenses were wide open, there was nothing he could do but grit his teeth and hope for the best.

Sadly he didn't get anywhere near the "best". She sent a powerful blow into his abdomen, the air being knocked out of him immediately. For a moment he forgot how to breathe, merely gaping at the air, his mouth opening and closing air neither leaving nor entering it. The force of the attack pinned him to the fence, the pain combined with the lack of air had him on his last legs. He managed a breathless, "Didn't. Even. Hurt." Each of his words punctuated with an attempt at breath.

At the moment Felix's vision was a multitude of exploding stars and black spots. But he wouldn't go down, not yet at least. He would grab her left arm with both of his hands, intending to hold it in place long enough for him to attack. He would strike with his right leg in a roundhouse aimed for the left side of her abdomen. 

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((Old stats I didn't lock in, in case you cared- STR:10(15) ~ DEX:30(35) ~ CON:15(20) ~ WIS:8(11) ~ INT:10(19)))

Snake Venom: (Permanent Consumable) Once per thread, the user can ignore any and all pain in the round in which this item is used, in the following round, all pain that the user should have felt is returned twofold.

'God . . . damn it.'



The pain was worse now, almost unbearably so. His stomach felt like a damn fireplace, and on top of it all he had an intense urge to throw up. He wasn't in good shape that's for sure. He hadn't even fought for that long, but he was winded and on the verge of losing consciousness. Felix's vision was swimming and darkness was forcing it's way in; still he resisted as best he could.



That is until the kick to his shin dropped him to the floor. That hit was the final nail in his coffin, he couldn't fight anymore, he was completely spent. He fell to his knees a final thought crossing his mind before he went into a forced sleep.





'Are they strong . . . or am I just weak.'



His muddled brain couldn't form an answer as he fell flat on his face, but not before giving his parting words.



"Fubldbed . . . "