Sausage Fest (Leon/Knuckles/O.P.E.N)

Allen took in his stance and style as he struck. The male kept his hands close to his body. Hiding a weak stamina? Maybe. His range of motion was reduced, and Allen could tell- Knucks was trying to reduce the impact of Allens speed by forcing him into a short distance. By reducing how far he would have to strike, Austin was trying to bridge that gap. Allen would have to fix that.

When Austin came in for a headbutt, he'd be aiming low- in order to give those jabs power, Allen had to lower his center of gravity. And like any good fighter, when his jab was pushed away he brought it back. So, when Austin came in for the headbutt, Allen jerked his head to the right and snapped his left hand up, aiming to grip the hair at the front of Austins scalp. Close to the forehead. The mans own headbutt and  required close proximity would make it difficult not only to dodge, but to even see his hand coming.

Allen would jerk and run backward with the mans hair in his grasp (assuming he caught it) and he would turn, aiming to hurl the fellow over an eating table and some chairs. If it all worked, Allen would crack his neck, rolling his shoulders and walking around the table to track Austin down.

Leon followed the fight on the side lines with his whistle in hand. Listening to Angel off and on It was getting good so Leon had to pay very close attention to the fighting. He however was not ignoring Angel so he would speak.

"No, we all got the cover sheet... But there are things men must take care of. Honor... Pride... A need to learn about yourself. So that when the time comes, your not lost and found wanting..."

Allen, as they ran backward, didn't disconnect himself from his opponents actions. Fist fighting someone, for a lot of people, tended to narrow a persons vision. Keeping your eyes and mind locked on one thing- your opponent and how to hurt them. Allen had been taught by his brother that this was one critical failure of most fighters. That lack of ability to react and adapt to new situations.

So when Austin grabbed his shirt, Allen saw it. He felt the fabric tighten around his body. Knowing, in that split second, that he wasn't about to be let go of, Allen would do two things. First, he'd keep his hold on the front of the mans hair. Whether it was painful or not, his muscles weren't likely to withstand Allen pulling down, attempting to force an obstruction of Austins view. To almost try to tuck the mans chin into his neck, like he was avoiding a neck choke. At the same time, his other hand would move to a half clinch at the back of Austins neck.

Second, he'd use the force of Austins run with him and Allens own momentum to leap forward after the spin, not trying to throw now, instead jutting out his knee for a strike to Austins upper abdomen area with enough force to get the bastard to let him go. With both the mans hands contained on his shirt for the moment, it was unlikely he'd retaliate or block. And with Allen holding onto Austins head, he probably didn't have much in the way of a range of motion. Allen, trying to think quickly on his feet for a way to get out of the mans hulk-grip, understood at that moment that his strike and reaction was rash- an idea that adapted to Austins change, but also one rushed and ill-thought out, yet still holding the possibility of damage.

Of course, that magic number "two" would bother him in this situation as well as help him. First, Allen had intended to throw Austin over a table. This plan would mean he wouldn't have thrown from far away- he'd only be a couple feet from it. So when Allen spun and Austin spun with, Austins back would almost be at the table. Allens knee strike, then, and forward momentum would probably cause Austin to fall backward onto the table.

And the second part was Austins intended leg sweep. Allen had no idea it was going to take place- and in order for Austin to get enough force behind it to actually take him down, he'd have to torque his hips and upper body. That would mean Allens knee strike would be unlikely to land flush, especially since Austin also attempted to re-spin with a punch- in fact, it would be a glancing blow that would probably cause the youngest Hollows to slide clean off the guys chisled core. And with his leap and forward momentum, Allen would probably be sent sailing. Austins hair was probably gonna get ripped out, and if Austin kept the grip Allens shirt would probably tear. Either way, Allen would likely be sent crashing into several chairs, where he would flip over and skid a bit. He would roll to his feet in a crouch, hand on the ground, eyes back in the direction he came.

He would start taking several deep breaths, wincing from the dull ache of his landing.

This all assuming of course, everything happened as displayed. If Austin attempted something different, or was able to react so quickly and in a way that could alter his course in such a short time span...he'd have to deal with that.

Leon chuckled at the comment from Angel.

"No, I've fought with Austin before. He is very worthy, but this was a challenge put forth between Allen and him. This is a fight between men."

Then the next round of throws, blows and heavy breathing went through, Leon gave a flinch through the whole thing.

"Hmmmm... sounds reasonable. So, we gonna make bets on this fight as well? Or are you still upset over your last loss?"

Angel would say that with an eye brow raised but would laugh, until he saw how the fight was going which turned his laughter into a face of empathetic pain. They were getting into it.

His left foot planted, unbalanced, as Austin kicked outward. In order for him to kick and drop into a stomp as planned, his kick must not have much force behind it. If it did, Allen would have been knocked clean out of the air. So, as Austin moved forward to stomp down, Allen grabbed the man's foot with both hands and pulled as he fell backwards with it.

Hitting the ground knocked the wind from him, but at least Austin would likely be falling with him. Whether the fall worked or not, Allen would use his right leg to kick at Austin's junk. The man would learn quickly that, when it came to fights, there were no rules. You did what you had to in order to walk away the winner. Now, with Allen having pulled on the leg and Austin likely on his back, Austin's foot would be close to his chin. Allen would shift his right arm and wrap it around the man's lower calf, right above the ankle. This would tuck Austin's leg under his right armpit (The front of Austin' shin would be facing the roof). Allen would plant his left hand on the man's leg as well, just below the knee cap.

This was happening at the same time as the kick to the nuts. His legs would wrap around the right upper thigh, very close if not right on top of the man's hips. Then, Allen would throw up his hips, pulling down with his arms and pushing down with his legs in what was known as the Achilles leg lock. His intent was to snap the tendons in Austin's foot, using his body as a fulcrum.

If Austin didn't fall with him, instead jumping forward or somehow remaining on his feet, Allen would still kick him in the nuts. Then, he'd plant both feet into Austin's stomach and, using that hold on Knuckle's own foot, would kick and push with his legs, to force Austin onto his back rather than allow him to fall forward onto Allen. Once there, he would go for the Achilles leg lock once more.

OOC: Link contains video to move for reference.