The Lightning Head vs Firebolt (Leon Sudeki)

Allens eyebrows rose. His leader was here? Cool. They had yet to lock horns. He noticed the sparring and the speed was phenomenal. It rivalled his own. He grinned. The challenge was just too much to pass up. He would jog over, removing his own earbuds, the music blaring out of the speakers.

"Leon! Hey...noticed you're struggling to find partners to scrap with. I could step in if you want. I was just getting a workout in anyway."

The offer stood and he wanted to see what the man had anyway.

Allen would grin and set down the water bottle, rolling his shoulders a bit as he saw the big guy get in position. What Allen usually had in speed, he'd have to make up for in sheer technique. He didn't know whether Leon was strong enough to beat him, but if it was anything like his speed...

Allen would keep his hands at his sides, simply turning with Leons movements to make sure they stayed straight on. When Leon struck, it was low, the jab coming in for the solar plexus area. Allen would bring up his left hand to palm the punch, grunting a little from the impact. Oh yeah, Leon was strong. He didn't aim to catch the blow, rather redirect it downward so Leon would be forced to pull it back as most people do with a jab or straight punch.

The uppercut was a little more difficult. He would need to dodge and attack at the same time to give Leon something to process. So his left hand, after throwing the jab downward, would stab outward in a smooth straight jab for Leons jaw, at the same time his right hand would aim to palm the uppercut. The point? At the instant his fist would make contact with Leons jaw, that uppercut would slam into his palm, lifting and pushing the youngest Hollows back. This would make it so that when his left arm was on it's way backward, he would be pushed several steps back and out of Leons range from the force of Leons own uppercut.

Duck and move, Allen. Duck and move.

Allen expected and even intended his body to be pushed backward- so it wasn't an unexpected stumble he was taking. It was measured steps. So when Leon would burst to move behind him, Allen would use the momentum of his already stepping form to turn and lean in the direction he had come from and stab out his own kick- what was known as a right heel kick but instead with his left leg.

He aimed this low, tilting his body in the direction Leon had come from to kick out at the side of Leons leg (the one he was left standing on) near the kneecap. This didn't stop Leons feint kick from following through, though Allen hadn't known at the time that it even was a feint. So when Leon kicked out at Allens legs instead, Allens foot would collide with the shin of Leons kicking leg, probably upward near the knee. This wouldn't do much in the way of damage, but it would definitely stop the kick in it's tracks.

Allen, assuming all this took place, would hop using his right leg, swiftly rotating his body counter clockwise and planting the left leg he had kicked with. This would basically just turn his body so that he was facing the opposite direction as before. He'd use the right leg he hopped with to kick again- this time for Leons kneecap.

Allens leg would be pulling back after contact- but just not fast enough. He had time enough to tighten the muscles in his thigh, flexing them as he made contact, letting out a swift rush of air to dull the pain of the blow. He would be moving just as his leg would make contact and Leon moved to switch knees.

His hands would lurch out, aiming to clasp behind Leons head. He'd throw his whole lower body forward, jerking up his left knee to aim a debilitating knee-strike for Leons chin. He assumed that Leons hands would come up in an attempt to block, but designed the attack to maximize his speed and Leons position to hopefully outclass them. Assuming Leon saw it coming, he might be able to dip his head downward to take the knee to the forehead rather than the nose or chin, but even a knee to the thick forehead bone was gonna fuckin' hurt.

Allens eyes widened a little in surprise as Leon shifted- but he regained his composure quickly. With Leons head hitting his thigh, Allens opponent would likely find his face sliding up Allens leg just a little with the stand. So, Allen would bend down, sinking inward toward Leon as the male would stand and fall back. 

This would allow Allen to attempt wrapping his left arm around Leons neck. With the hold Leon had on Allens thigh, Allen would wrap it around Leons back, doing the same with his other leg. Allen was very small- so Leons upper body would be a little larger than he was used to. But it would still make what he planned possible. He'd move his legs together into a body triangle and then, using the headlock, would arch his back and turn with leons falling weight.

The point would be to have Leon on top of him as Allen would attempt to lock in the grounded guillotine, using his back, arms and legs together in unison to form a fulcrum, to damage the neck and back of Leon true- but to also make the man either tap or pass out.

Allen shouted in pain at the strike to his right armpit, a harsh tingle running down his arm. He had to release his left wrist with that hand because of it, but kept his left hand wrapped around Leons neck in a semi-headlock. His body triangle was next to be attacked- but at soon as Leons hand planted, Allen would grind his teeth and take the body triangle to the next level. He straightened his legs and tightened the muscles in his knees, lower thighs and upper thighs for a maximized body choke with his legs. This would make the muscles hard as a rock and difficult at best to grip or tear. Though this would cause pain and difficulty breathing for Leon, it wasn't enough.

So, though his grip was slightly weakened with his right hand but his overall power in the bicep and shoulder was still intact, he would twist his his torso a little to the left, lift his right arm high above them (and thereby exposing his right ribcage), and start throwing down as many elbows as he could into Leons upper spine, right where the neck and shoulders met the back, as he could. His left arm would continue to attempt keeping his opponents head wrapped and down while this happened until/if Leon struck with that knife hand so as to continue damaging the spine as much as he could, while he could.