Catch these hands, scrub! (Felix/October AH)

Felix entered the gym not really expecting much. After his first romp with Aaron, it turned out that gyms didn't usually host giant fight clubs; or if they did they didn't talk about it. He had put himself through hellish training back at home to get stronger and it was starting to pay off- or at least it felt like it. It was hard to tell without a real opponent.

Felix made his way through the main entrance glancing at the punching bags available and spied Aaron. He grinned, this was his chance for a rematch. "Yo, Aaaaaron!" He dragged out the older mans name. He was a teacher, but he didn't really want to call him Mr.Hollows. "Fight me-- now. I'm much better than before."

Felix stood in his usual Bruce Lee esque stance, not willing to take no for an answer. That last match as crazy intense as it had been, left a bad taste in his mouth. It was due time for a rematch.

'This mothe-' Felix didn't care if this was Allen and Phoebes brother, they'd just have to take him back in whatever mess Felix was about to put him in. "Yeah well your sis loves me and we're going to elope together."

He would wait until just before the moment Aaron's fist touched the bag, anticipating the hit before would kick Aarons fist up from the bottom wit a right axe kick. If Aaron wasn't a ninja, or expecting the attack; Felix would rush in with a left hook just to the right of the mans spine. 

Felix stared in partial awe which quickly turned into intimidation. The time from their first fight had muddled his memory a bit; he had forgotten this guy was a human fucking tank. His attacks having no visible effect he could only laugh in response. "Well I'm going to be your speedy little brother in law soon." Felix flashed a confident grin that didn't at all mirror how he felt. 'Haha . . . fuck.'

He would close in quickly, leaping towards Aaron from around a persons length away with a left uppercut aimed for the older mans jaw, his legs were strangely tucked to his body, his knees to his chest when he attacked. While still in the air he would propel his legs outward into the mans chest. 'Welcome to Dropkick City, bitch!'

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OOC: ((furst tiem using, coach me if I do it wrong))

Dropkick Murphy

A pair of shin guards are vented to manipulate and absorb air flow around them.

Ability: Builds 1 stack per post doing jumping attacks. For a max of 4 stacks. The user may use two stacks to change direction in mid air. Can be used once per 5 Int. This does not make the person go further it simply changes inertia.

Current Stacks - 2/4

((Went and rewatched the scene just to make sure, 5 slams sound good? ;D ))

Felix smirked, even that bastard had to feel the holy two piece Felix MC Nugget combo! But before he could say a snarky comment he felt his momentum shift suddenly as he was viciously slammed into the ground. He could barely react, while he was still recovering from the last slam he was slammed again, and again.

After a few more good slams he was released (presumably), he crawled to his feet around three body lengths away from Aaron, his head still reeling. It wasn't a smart idea to insult a guy who could snap you in half, but Felix did it anyway. "I . . . slam your sister waayyy harder than that." He grinned, his legs were shaky but they would have to work, he needed them to; after all he might very well die in this gym if they didn't. He stuck his tongue out at Aaron before rushing him, his tongue still hanging from his mouth a la Michael Jordan.

Aaron's face was the only target Felix had in mind, the mans body was like stone, but reaching it without leaving himself open was a problem . . . or was it. He would leap, attacking with a left jumping spin hook kick. Before his attack landed, his forward motion would shift unnaturally to the left, hopefully carrying him out of Aaron's range.

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OOC: 

Str- 10(35) Not that it matters against Aaron's tanky ass.

Items Used
Dropkick Murphy
Ability: Builds 1 stack per post doing jumping attacks. For a max of 4 stacks. The user may use two stacks to change direction in mid air. Can be used once per 5 Int. This does not make the person go further it simply changes inertia.
Stacks Used - 2
Current Stacks - 1/4

Satan's Cracked Halo
Ability: User gains 1 Corruption stack whenever they take a hit. They stack to a max of 5 and can be released whenever needed. Each stack counts as 3 points added to Str when released for 1 post per 10 INT.
Stacks gained from slam - 5/5
Stacks Used- 5/5
Current Stacks- 0/5

Felix felt like a fucking eagle flying through the air- or at least he did before he was tackled out the fucking sky and knocked to the ground.

The first swing knocked him silly.

The second knocked the sense back into him.

Aarons blows felt like what Felix imagined a wrecking ball would, if they happened to be shaped into human fists. Aarons intention was clear, he planned to hurt Felix. Bad. He attempted to block the third attack. Bad move. The shockwave of the punch reverberated up his forearm, leaving his arm up to his shoulder numb.

He used his upper body to the best of his abilities, dodging the blows. He didn't keep track of however many he dodged, it took his everything not to get hit. A punch went by his face scarily close, skimming his cheek. The force alone brought a cut, however small. He needed to get out of this shit situation (a shituation if you would). He couldn't physically overpower Aaron or even out technique him . . . but maybe he could out-Felix him.

"I AM BECOME DEATH DESTROYER OF WORLDS!" After dodging another life ending punch, he would attempt to grab it and hold it in place long enough for him to jet his neck out and bite the mans forearm. If it worked he would chomp down in an attempt to get Aaron off of him mumbling. "Yuhbipdertaydbeddudenyoodo!"

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OOC
New Stats (Satan's Cracked Halo): 
STR:10(35) ~ DEX:30(80) ~ CON:19(28) ~ WIS:20(33) ~ INT:20(32)
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Felix's teeth sunk into the mans arm, drawing blood but not much else; which was good since he was looking to give Aaron pain, not injure him. Though Felix couldn't help but notice how the muscles in Aaron's forearm felt as solid a rock.

He didn't get to enjoy his short respite as Aaron delivered a devastating blow to Felix's diaphragm, he tried fruitlessly to breathe, managing only sputters. In that moment he forgot any sort of strategy, releasing Aaron's arm and clutching his stomach. Felix's vision was darkening, the lack of oxygen was quickly taking it's toll. So much so, he didn't even notice Aaron had picked him up until he was flung into a wall. His back smashing into it so hard he was stuck to it.

Strangely this force opened up his airways, allowing him a violent heave of breath, air finally flooding back into lungs. His voice was low and raspy when he spoke, "Your sister's a nice lady. You-- not so much." They were the last words he spoke before he was promptly kicked through a wall, darkness immediately enveloping him. 'This isn't even my final form . . . bitch.'

In his unconscious state, he mildly registered being dragged by his shirt, and propped up against the fountain. But the tickling sensation of the sharpie brought him back from being passed out. Felix awoke with a start, dazed and confused, his eyes unable to take everything in all at once. 'Why was it so drafty? Where the hell was he? and why did his entire face feel like a bruise?' Not to mention the pain wracking the rest of his body. It felt like he had went toe to toe with a damn bus, and then kicked through a wall! Oh wait . . . he had. The memories of the fight returning to him in a flash. Him attacking Aaron. Aaron attacking back and beating the ever loving shit out of him as he tried his damndest to fight back. But it was all to no avail.

Felix couldn't help but notice his drafty nether regions as he looked down at himself, he was . . . naked. It took him a moment to realize the severity of the situation. His head snapped upward as he noticed Aaron walking away from the scene of the crime. 'I feel like he touched my ass . . .', he would dryly joke to himself. He was tempted to shout something at the man but didn't, managing to fight off the urge by biting his bottom lip. Felix smiled to himself, Aaron had got him good this time, but it wasn't over, since Felix had even better. He picked himself up from the floor, his injured body screaming in protest as he crept silently, his shoeless footsteps (Thanks Aaron!) helped him in his attempt at secrecy as he would creep up on the man, before he would leap onto his back, his nether regions riding on the back of Aaron's neck as he wrapped his legs around his throat, and gripped the mans hair for stability. "HELP, I'M BEING ABDUCTED BY THIS MAN!" He would grin at this turn of events before continuing, making sure to hold on tight. "THE BOOTY IS MINE, IT BELONGS TO ME, YOU CANNOT HAVE MY BOOTY."