God Hand vs. Metal Hand

[Gene]

Well, it wasn't quite the gates to hell, but then again, it wasn't cordoned off by a massive wall and guarded by Soul Cops....

Gene had wandered down a set of stairs in pursuit of trouble, and what he found looked like as good a place as any. Wandering through the dilapidated soul slums he thought to himself that this place had been nothing compared to that walled off area he came across that guy with the metal arm. No animals...uncaged ones any way, plenty in their cages. For sale. Mutant birds, three headed dogs, foxes with nine tails. And a whooollleee shit load of addicts.... What they were on, Gene hadn't the foggiest. After all, this was the source of the Soul Spores. Who knows what kind of shit they had going around. The usual coke, crack, and dope need not apply to this country.

...For all Gene knew any way.....

Deciding to get out of the pan of stupidity, he walked into the fire of retardation and walked straight into the single worst bar he'd ever been in. Not only did it stink of beer, cheap food, and fat-fuck, but it was also the embodiment of human....or what resembled human, stupidity. The vast majority of the people occupying the place were so irrevocably plastered, that none of the voices that Gene could actually make out were forming any coherent words. Nothing but a slew of excessively slurred gurgles through mountains of empty beer glasses and bottles.

Taking three steps in, Gene smashed a fat drunk old guy in the face, turned and walked back out. "Okay...bars are a bad idea...." He said to himself, for once, not smiling.

After a few minutes of walking, a club. He almost walked right by it until he saw bouncers put someone who was half dead and covered in blood out the door. "....That's better...."

He walked into flashing lights, dancing club goers, blaring music, and in the distance, one of the most beautiful sights he'd ever seen. His jaw nearly hit the floor as he stood staring for a few seconds before someone bumped into him. Pushing his way through, he peered over the gathering crowd and saw a makeshift fighting arena. Surrounded by garbage of all sorts, and multiple men in the middle, duking it out with a vengeance.

"Fucking....awesome....."

[Darius Omaley]

A few drinks, some eye candy, maybe a little action was what Darius had in mind for the night. But this is the Soul Slums, and nothing goes as planned. Soon enough he found himself in a brawl, usually he wouldn't fight for no reason, but there was money laid out on the table, that was enough for him.

Right after knocking out his opponent with a devastating right fist to the face. He raised his metallic arm in the air and gave out a loud roar, he was definatly enjoying this. "next?" Darius said looking around.

[Gene]

With a smile on his face, Gene hopped over the boxes. Cracking his knuckles as a couple of guys dragged out the knocked out body of the loser. Another Iron Soul... that's what Narin had called himself. Iron Souls, people with metal limbs. He also said that they couldn't use soul energy. That meant that all this big guy had on his side was that metal arm.

Cracking his knuckles, Gene shifted is weight back and forth, the grin on his face growing as the betting in the circle went around. Not a word was said, none were needed. Waiting until the big black guy was ready, Gene moved in, his arms bouncing up and down in front of his face, his head lowered. He'd have to watch that arm, he saw what Narin's could do and it was half the size of that thing. Picking up speed once he was inside five feet, Gene shot in a left jab right for the larger guy's face. A second jab would follow as soon as it was pulled back, Gene's left foot shuffling forward as he attacked.

[Darius Omaley]

Someone stepped up, didn't take him long enough. Darius took in a deep breath preparing himself. Raising his arms protecting his face, almost in a boxes stance, though his left hand would be slightly in front of his right.

Darius raised both his arms to protect his face as he he saw his opponents fists rise up to his face. After blocking Darius would launch his counter attack, sending a combination of left jabs to wards his opponents face, planning to slow him down and get him off his guard. Then he would finish up with big right.

[Gene]

This guy was strong... Real strong. But he was even slower than Gene, and the American was going to use that to his advantage. His thick metal bracer blocked the countering jabs as Gene's body skidded back, keeping its base. His position shifted as that huge metal hand came around for the final follow up. Right foot stepping in so he could face it head on, both of Genes forearms crashed against the inside of the metal arm as it swung. Gene slid back again with the sheer power of the arm, which was probably twice as strong as that left. Gene had avoided the damage however, and he was on top of the taller fighter.

With a slight pop of the knees, Gene's right elbow had pulled back and was launched up to the guys face. It was a hard shot that should have the guy reeling as Gene shifted on his feet, stabbing his left fist in a hard shot right for the solar plexus. With luck, Gene will have made some ground against the Iron Soul. It'd have to if Gene hoped to hold out until the God Hand felt like switching on.

[Darius Omaley]

Darius took the shot to the face and stumbled backwards, he saw the fist rushing towards him. He had just enough time to parry it with his left arm.

Seeing an opening Darius took stpe forwards and launched a right fist towards his opnents stomach, moveing his body with it.

[Gene]

The parried arm being the left, the opening wasn't quite as wide as the big guy seemed to think. With the parry, Gene's right foot stepped to the side so he could maintain his balance. This of course inched him away from the punch as it came in. Now of course, moving away from an attack lessened the force of it. Then of course there was the number one problem with being slow, the actual impact force of your strikes went down. Which was why all of Gene's moves that actually did something involved moving all of his body along with the strike. Number one problem here, the big guy did just that.

Pain racked Gene's floating ribs on his left side as it was struck, forcing him to stumble aside and lose his balance. He didn't think any thing was broken, but that metal hand was definitely not kind in touch with bone. "Any time you feel like kicking in here." He said, glancing at his right arm as his left foot slid back and around, spinning him back toward his opponent in a fairly elegant maneuver, the tails of his coat flowing widely. The elegance was quickly lost as he winced slightly after the maneuver. Not broken, but bruised. Oh well. If the God Hand decided to turn on, he probably wouldn't feel it for the rest of the fight. Hell of an adrenaline boost that thing.

Gene shuffled back forward the instant after the wince and started throwing out short, shallow jabs and crosses, more jabs than crosses since the reaching with the left fist torqued that rib. Mostly for the face with the jabs, leaving the left in reserve.