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The channels to get signed up for the tournament run through the trix Shadowlands. Initially there is no location given. A day later Pyre and AIr get a text from the organizer stating that this evening he would have to fight. A picture of the opponent is given— each being the other 'runner in question. 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.

Pyre's still not sure why she signed up for this, maybe a way to try and prove herself to..well..herself. No one she know's is going to be there, and the other fighter she's never met. Nonetheless, she still gets in her car makes her way over and gets out. She's dressed in what she think's is decent fighting clothes. A tanktop and a pair of yoga pants with sneakers and fingerless gloves. She just waits, to see if anyone comes up to her.

Air heads out to the location in the Warrens early, choosing to walk. With his day to day casual dress on, a little armour and a few weapons to give the gangers second thoughts he strides through the trash strewn streets. Arriving vaguely at the correct time in the poorest neighbourhood in the Warrens he immediately seeks out his opponent.

As you arrive at the scene through the frayed urban landscane, 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.

Pyre sighs and heads towards the circle, might as well just get heading that way. She tenses up a bit, and readies herself for a fight now.

Air similarly heads for the pulsing crowd-cell. That seems like the obvious location for the arranged fight. Pushing through the thin crowd towards the center, he prepares himself.

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. This looks to be the place to go and beat the crap out of each other— with the two of you just now arriving for such an event.

Pyrea makes her way into the Circle, and bows at Air before taking stance and reading herself. NO doubt, plenty of wolf-calls going her direction, and people telling the little girl to get out one would imagine.

Air steps away form the crowd and presents himself opposite the girl. Stripping off his greatcoat he bundles it and tosses it down on the floor. Leaving a couple of pistols holstered and on show under his arm and at his hip, though he keeps those on him. Tunring sideways he bounces up onto the balls of his feet, in typical Tae Kwon Do style.

Air begins the fight, suddenly bursting from his position and charging towards Pyre, lifting up into a graceful flying kick aimed squarely for the girls chest in the style of his martial art.

«Auto-Judge[]» Air (#8050) rolls Quickness vs TN 5:
1 1 3 3 3 4 4 4 7 8 16 = 3 Successes

Pyre manages to dodge the attack, moving backword just intime to miss the kick. She ducks around it and manages to land a fist sqaure on Air's chest in return, though it does nothing to him.

Pyre seems shocked that her landed punch did nothing to the man, so she spins around atempting to land a side kick into his side. Though this ends up a futile endevour as well.

Air gets his feet back under him after the failed flying kick, quickly sidestepping and spinning back around with a brutally hard roundhouse kick, landing it squarely on Pyre's upper body. The impact carrying Air around as well as knocking his opponent down.

Pyre let's out a oomfph noise as all the air is kncoked clean out of her, the kick sneding her into the air and seeing her land on the concreate with a yelp and another oomfph. She just lays there with her hands across her chest trying to breathe. She's done.

Air remains in a ready stance for a moment, eyeing his opponent, then he glances around at the crowd. "It's over." With that he turns and collects his greatcoat, throwing it out and putting it on as he walks away through the hooting crowd.

A man in a white jacket comes out to check on him to make sure Pyre did not suffer any long lasting damage before dragging her out. The crowd begins to disperse— collecting any won bets before Air gets a text: Congradulations. You advance to the next fight.

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