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

Austin wouldn't be given the chance to speak.

See, Austin gaining the full mount changed the game. Allen's right hand would stab upward as well for the other side of Austin's head, Going for the double eyed poke with his thumb. And not just a poke at this point. He would dig his thumbs now forcefully into both eyes, and if Austin didn't back up quickly or deal with Allens hands, he would begin to bleed copiously in about three seconds.

If Austin still punched, Allen would tuck in his head, placing his chin down against his neck. This would put his vulnerable face between both arms, giving him a degree of defense. Austin might be able to punch the back of his head, but the thick bone there would prevent severe damage, and now Austin would be fighting blind. Despite his strength, the man wasn't particularly fast and his moves were easily graphed.

Even if Austin dealt with his hands by leaning away or pushing them off, Allen would promptly flip over onto his stomach, bringing up his knees and hands so that he was on them. Austin would probably wrap his legs around Allens waist, which was fine. Without the pressure of Austin pushing down with the knee, Allen could afford his weight. And with his chin tucked into his neck, he wouldn't be put in a rear naked choke, plus his head would be between his arms still- again preventing that and other choke holds. Austin could still punch though, which was an issue.

So, from there, Allen would do a simple roll forward. Austin would be pitched onto his face unless he got off him, which would afford him minimal damage but would grant Allen his form back without issue.

Despite the arm placed on the ground as Allen moved to his front, Allen had two things going for him. First, Austins eyes would be damaged, especially his left. Take away a fighters eyes and you had a clear advantage in a fight. So while he couldn't roll forward, he could still attack and make retaliation difficult. After all, Austin couldn't see, right? It might be for a short time, but Allen would still move to use that.

While on his hands and knees, Austin wrapped his legs around Allens waist as expected. So, he would push with his hands and knees as Austin threw his punch, chin tucked inward. Allen would be rushing backward to his feet with the male on his back. His hands would be back up guarding his face to prevent an arm from wrapping around it in a hold. At the same time, his push back to his feet would include his head whipping backward to attempt slamming into the bridge of Austins nose. Then, he'd tuck in his chin once more, again for hold defense. He'd start running backward.

"Auk-!"

He'd let out a grunt, assuming everything went as expected, his back (and Austin) slamming into the wall at a rather high speed. When they hit, Allen would reached back and attempt to grab the back of Austins head, throw his upper body forward and twist his hips to chuck Austin off him by throwing him over his head, assuming the smash in the back and his already dazed head/blind eyes would weaken his hold on Allens waist, as tended to happen with blind and damaged fighters.

Unfortunately for Allen, the male had some decent reflexes. His charge backward ended face first against the wall- but unlike Austin, he wasn't even partially blinded. Just before impact, he would throw out his hands and one knee, blistering cracks along the wood at the impact sites before his chest made much lighter contact. He'd push off, diving right. If he were in the position Austin was in, he'd definitely lead an attack following the throw. In fact, he planned to do that earlier. His dive would end in a roll, Allen coming back to his feet and tearing off his shirt, which was now mostly in tattered from the blows and from Austin throwing him.

He would crack his neck, assuming Austin had yet to return to his feet. Allen would give a grin, a small cut having opened on his lip from the throw. He hopped from one foot to the next like a boxer, shaking his head wildly from side to side, some blood and spit mingled slewing from his lips. He kept the wild smile and brought up his hands, opening one and giving a "Bring it" sign by gesturing the male forward.

Allen was having fun. Sweaty, cathardic fun.

Allen felt good. His hands and knee ached, but the truth was, Austin had saved him by throwing him. Austin would have been far more tired had he needed to run backwards and throw. Now, he just had a good sweat, and felt light on his feet. Of course, his breathing was deep, as was going to happen in a fight like this. Still, he didn't think he was losing. Quite the contrary. He was actually fighting quite well. And despite his overall care-free nature, when pain was induced and a fight went like it had been, he actually began to enjoy it.

That was in his blood. His brother told him that focus would intensify, and a little glee would bubble up. It was why he shook his head with a grin, to indicate he wasn't too exhausted- hurting and a wee bit tired, maybe, but not exhausted. He could keep going. He hoped he could keep going. This was getting too entertaining.Austin had stepped forward with his left foot, meaning he was putting his left eye into the fray. And Allen wasn't about to not take advantage of it. Of course, so far the male had shown an extraordinary resilience to his damage, so he would try his best to make sure he didn't get too involved. Too close. Austin was a strong fighter, and he didn't want to get caught in his grasp again.

So Allen would step forward with his right leg and shift his body to the right of the incoming fist, snapping up a left hand from the outside of Austins guard, rather than move inside the guard where Austins right fist could be used. As his left hand would snatch up to grab Austins left forearm, Allens right fist would attack from the outside, over Austins Tricep/bicep for the side of Austins face that was slightly blurred or damaged from his eye-attacks. Yes, he would be attempting to punch Austin in the eye to deepen that disadvantage, hoping it was already at a stage that would slow his reaction to the attack. At the same time, Allen would bring his left leg over and aim a front kick for the side of Austins left knee, intent to cause some hampering of his movement. Take away a man of powers base, and he had far less power to work with. This two pronged attack would hopefully mean that at least one stage of it would succeed.

Austin couldn't see everything at once, after all, and Allen intended his grab and fist to catch his attention more than his kick would.

Austin's left jab shot out and Allen snatched onto. The bait taken, Austin didn't have any plan to just stand still. The male's right leg slide forward and off to the right as he pulled himself around with it, Allen's punch just barely skimming the left side of Austin's head.

Turning in to bring himself face to face with bolt, Knuckles own right would shoot up and over Bolt's own shoulder as a solid elbow looked to collide with the left side of his face, and due to that arm grasping his own left, he had little to defend that side of his head.

Austin's captured forearm would give a violent tug toward his own body as his head would flail forward again and Knuckles would hope to smash his forehead into Allen's face. The elbow and head-butt would be fluent, but if Allen still threw his kick it would land flush at the side of Austin's knee. It certainly wouldn't feel good but he would stay standing.

Either way, Knuckles was going to lift his right knee and look to plunge it underneath his opponent's busy left arm and slam it into the exposed side of The Firebolt, looking to connect with his ribcage, specifically his left floating rib. Allen was good, but there was no way he could avoid getting damage in this exchange. Austin had been prepared for his opponent to try and grasp that left jab, and his actions would show that preparedness.

Austin's elbow would barely graze Allen, not receiving the effect he had been looking for, only to find himself spun and thrown toward the wall. Austin would decide to keep turning his body, lifting his right leg and forcing it backwards to hit the wall first, allowing him to stop himself for the most part before he hit the wall.

Allen would throw his kick and Austin would react by kicking off the wall and throwing his upper-body forward as he dived into Allen's attack, his right fist looking to rocket a superman punch. The side kick would ultimately hit Austin's hip, but it wouldn't be enough to derail his attack, nor did he believe Allen would be able to dodge it in time.

As soon as Austin's right leg would touch down, his left would lift to clear the distance between the two if his first punch landed and he'd look to plant his foot into bladder, just barely above his groin to knock him down and away.

Austin's left arm would just barely be able to react. The fact that it was already curled close to his chest made it possible for him to shift his arm a couple inches and shield his chin from Allen's upper-cut, the blow landing upon his own arm instead of his face.

At this point the two fighters would be close and Austin's own right hand, while extended still was close to Bolt's head, would mimick his opponent earlier as his fist unfurled and his hand would grasp at the left side of The Firebolt's head.

However his left hand wouldn't look to find the other side, instead shooting forward as it was in closer proximity, that large hand would look to slam his palm into the center of Allen's face while his fingers squeezed to latch on to Allen's head, thumb and finger digging into the boy's temples.

It was at this point Austin would have hold of Allen's head. While Knuckles might have been slower, Austin was really close and his reach advantage would help secure his strategy. Austin would step backwards, tugging Allen forward and down as he continued to squeeze with his hands, attempting to lower his upper-body and lift his right knee violently as he planned to slam it into Allen's chin, just below his left hand.