| The channels to get signed up for the tournament run through the trix Shadowlands. Initially there is no location given. A day later Kelris gets a text from the organizer stating that this evening he would have to fight. A picture of the opponent is given— a highly tattooed man, bald, with alternating blue and green eyes. The location is prompted on a mapsoft with a time. If the blip on the map is correct, it is on a street in South Sunrise.
Kelris contacts his friend, Smoke, for a ride down to South Sunrise. Kemo Sabe ain't got a ride, see. Upon arriving at the destination, Kelris rises from the back of the bike and surveys the situation. "… Looks like it." Kelris says to Smoke, flashing him a grin, and searching for someone to point him in the right direction to fight. The native is dressed for combat in leathered clothing, gloves on his hands, although he's ready to undress to whatever extent needed.
Smoke follows his friend, watching the people in the street carefully. He's smoking a cigarette and keeping his eyes out for whoever is taking bets. "Yeah this looks like the right place. Wonder if there's any betting action going on?" He adjusts his sunglasses and smiles at Kelris.
It is what you might expect from a contested Warrens street. It teems with people with a sense of danger that is in the air. Some places are more concentrated than others. One particular density of fallen humanity focuses on a point in the street and creates a cell-like membrane around it. The people there are loud, screaming various obscenity towards the center of this circle.
Kelris chuckles softly, scanning around 'til he takes notice of the concentrated, shouting crowd, and tipping his wrist, subtly motioning thataway. His hands slip into his coat pockets, and he moves towards that circle with aim to slip into the crowd and take a peek into the center.
Smoke follows, shades on and head tucked down, hoping to not run into any Crimson Smoke gangers. With that his only worry, he looks for the people taking the bets.
The attempt to penetrate the cell wall of the group of degenerates is successful. After sifting through the people, the open center is seen for what it is. Currently a single man, bald, with tattoos stands there and yells at the people here. They yell back. Its like most sporting events, only with more blood and less beer.
The tattooed man wears what looks to be a plated vest over a full suit of skin-tight armor. Everything from the neck up is open. At the end of his hands are some thick gloves, possibly hardliners from the look of them.
«Plot-Page» (To: Smoke) AdamLOG says, "Its hard to say who is handling the betting yet. Also, no Crimson Smoke."
Kelris turns to lead his steps with his right shoulder as he cuts through the fog of bodies. He pushes through, into the opening of the circle, and slips his gloved hands from his pockets, flashing the man in front of him with a toothy grin. He takes a couple steps towards the center, buttoning his coat down in the process.
Smoke slips to the edge of the circle, assessing the situation and watching for people that might be magically aiding the bald man. He shifts his gaze to the astral, sweeping the crowd and then looking at the tattooed man himself. His hand slips into his pocket going for his pack of cigarettes.
"Bout fraggin' time," says the black tattooed man as he falls into a stance. A man in the crowd hits a trid projector— old and ratty— with a local broadcast to pocsoc, communits, and the like for the betting application. Right now it says that the odds are 1:1. Without any sense of a bell of etiquette, the bald man charges Kelris, whether he is ready or not.
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 1 for "Balls":
2
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» Kelris (#1748) rolls Initiative with a result of 7.
«Plot» AdamLOG says, "Kelris, Skulls. Kelris is up."
Smoke thumbs his pocsec betting five grand on Kelris. He takes a deep breath and punches the enter key. "Go gettem Kel, knock the bastard into next week."
«Plot» Kelris says, "Straight Melee roll, to start it."
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» Kelris (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4:
1 1 3 3 3 3 5 5 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» Kelris (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 4 - 3 vs TN 4 for "KP1":
1 2 2 3 7 11 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» Kelris (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 4 - 3 - 2 vs TN 4 for "KP3":
3 4 5 20 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Kelris says, "Stand."
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 4 (Brawling) + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Skulls Smash!":
2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 4 (Brawling) + Combat Pool: 4 - 4 (Successes) vs TN 4 for "Skulls Smash! KP":
1 3 4 7 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 4 (Brawling) + Combat Pool: 4 - 6 (Successes) vs TN 4 for "Skulls Smash! KP-2":
3 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 4 (Body) + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "Soaking M Stun":
1 1 1 1 3 17 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 4 (Body) vs TN 9 for "Knockdown":
1 3 10 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» AdamLOG says, "Pose the attack. I will pose the result. It is M Stun, no KD."
The grin spread across Kelris's face only tugs further at his cheeks as the man swears towards him. The expression is forced to calm as Kelris slides into stance with his left foot forward, raising both loose hands, and letting the man charge. As soon as he comes close enough, Kelris pivots to the left and ducks down, throwing his weight forwards into a strong, low right hook towards the gut, in aim of catching the man's momentum with his fist.
Skulls attemps to place himself in a good place for a counter, but finds himself too slow to land a successful counter attack. It leaves his side exposed enough for a sounding 'crunch' as his gut gets smashed with a resounding 'hoof'. That one hurt— and it leaves him a little staggered.
Smoke lets out a Sioux war-whoop as he watches his buddy get in the first blow. "That a boy Kel! Give him hell." He gets caught right up in the action, his left hand raised in the air balled up in a fist.
«Plot» AdamLOG says, "Skulls counter-attacks in an attempt not to get smashed."
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 4 (Brawling) vs TN 6 for "Desperation Attack":
1 3 5 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» AdamLOG says, "Skulls stands on 1."
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» Kelris (#1748) rolls Brawling + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4:
2 2 2 3 4 5 10 10 11 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Kelris says, "Stand."
«Auto-Judge[TRUE]» AdamLOG (#1574) rolls 4 (Body) vs TN 5 for "Soak D Stun":
1 2 3 5 = 1 Success
«Plot» AdamLOG says, "KO. Feel free to pose laying him out."
Kelris twists to face the man after the landed blow, rising up into Skull's coming hook and defusing it by catching it by the inside elbow with his left arm, throwing an uppercut into the man's jaw with his right fist. There's a crack as Kelris throws the man's had back, and before he can throw a second blow, his opponent is laid out on his back on the ground, after seven seconds of combat.
Surprised, Kelris's arms drop, and he assumes a position at the man's side, reaching down to check him out.
Smoke jumps up and down, "Whoa nice uppercut…kicked his ass!" He moves forward a little, looking at Skulls closely "The guy need any help Kelris?" He pulls out a cigarette and lights it.
The crowd goes silent for a moment. Then there are a few that jump up and down with thier bet 'Woohoo!' they exclaim, before getting punched in the gut or face by the people that just lost some cred. Like a breeze, the group slowly begins to disperse as the fight is over. A single person in white comes up alongside Kelris and nods, "We have this handled," as he motions to the red cross pin on his shirt. It must be part of the entry fee. Looking over the man a few moment he reassures, "He'll need to heal up, but he will be fine." Then him and another man go to move him out of the way.
A few seconds of this go by before another text comes in: Congradulations. You advance to the next fight.
Kelris looks up, and almost immediately stands as the red-cross adorned man comes to assess the damage. Kelris nods, gently clapping the man on the shoulder, and giving him a grin. "Tell him it was a good fight." He says, before turning to find Smoke.
Smoke steps back upon seeing the red cross guy and looks at Kelris, "Okay maybe I should get in this thing. What do you think? I could apply the winnings to my entry fee." he takes a quick drag on his cigarette, pulling out his pocsec with his other hand.
"Go for it. I might get to hit you." Kelris encourages, that grin plastered on his face.
Smoke nods and keys a message into his pocsec, «Please apply my winnings to my entry fee. I want in. Smoke.»
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