A request (Narin)

[Gene]

When they got to the Lost Haven, Gene and Narin sat down and shared a six pack, talking about all sorts of random bullshit, old war stories and other such pleasantries. After a half an hour or so, though, Gene started to feel like an old man, downed the rest of his beer, stood up, and said, "I feel like a nice brawl. You up for it?" plain and simple, flat out request for a fight. That was Genes style, flat out, to the point. Usually any way.

Making his way up the stairs, Gene opened the door to the roof and marched outside. Cracking his neck, Gene turned around to face Narin. Nice friendly match, it was something Gene had been accustomed to for the past eighteen years. To gene was the same as a couple of old men playing a game of chess, a couple of kids getting out some colorful board game, car enthusiasts starting up a race. It was an ordinary thing, "Alright, you first. You're faster than I am any way so...." He said with a grin reaching across his face, hands up in a loose boxers stance.

His weight shifted back and forth, foot to foot, his body shifting side to side, the tar of the roof crackling slightly under his weight. His bracer had returned to him well before they reached the hotel, and he was as ready as he'd ever be. Well, maybe not, but as much as he was going to be for a normal fight between new found friends.

[Narin Carter]

Nothing like an illegal Soul Brawl, right?

Truthfully, it had been a little while since Narin had actually had a brawl. Actually, thinking back it was in England a few months back when he last had one of any real importance, right before he gained a substantial amount of money for winning. That, however was not important. What was important, was the fact that Narin wasn't quite rusty. He had been using this roof to train every morning at 6:00 AM, as one could tell by looking around.

The floor was cracked and dented in various places, the bricks around the edges of the roof were broken and crumbling. Hell, even that old water tower had a good few dents in it, and all from Narin and his arm. Now though, it was time to fight. He had gone for a quick change of clothes, and was now wearing some black slacks with a white tank top, which revealed the metal plate on his left pec, which connected to his arm of course.

"Alright, you first. You're faster than I am any way so...."

Time to fight, and Narin decidely was going to break into the fight smoothly, and with a lack of pressure to begin with. Ready? Don't care. Narin would rush towards Gene, pushing off with force, kicking up some gravel as he dashed. He would close in on Gene, keeping his left arm close at all times as a shield for potential soul attacks. He still didn't quite know how Gene worked in that sense, so caution was key.

Regardless, he would close in soon enough, and as that happened he would swing his left arm, the metal one right towards Gene's right arm, whilst doing his best to raise his own right leg into Gene's stomach at the same time. Eitherway, Gene had two attacks to deal with, and it was going to be hard to avoid both. Even if he did manage to, Narin was in a good position for a follow up attack, and to defend if he had to.

[Gene]

Faster....yeah. Try twice. Ah well, if he lost, he lost, it wouldn't be the first time. The thing Gene'd guarantee in any fight, no matter who he was fighting, was that it wouldn't be easy. All Gene could really do was step his left foot further over, so he could better get behind that obvious left hand. Gene's bracer would take the impact of the metal arm as Genes left fist shot out and down in a sharp hook, right for the face. The kick would meet Gene's stomach more or less the instant after Gene's fist would reach Narin's face. And well, Gene went flying. Over the edge of the roof and onto the next building where he skidded back, having landed on his feet by a lucky draw in the straws of momentum.

Surprisingly though, his stomach didn't hurt all that bad. That soul energy shit Narin had been talking about was crazy.... Sure it hurt, but no where near as bad as something with enough power to send him 15 feet should have. Come to think of it, that werewolf's last claw strike hadn't hurt that much either.... More than this, to be sure, but again, no where near the amount of pain it should have caused. Narin had a few seconds to get over what ever had happened to him as Gene thought. Only a few seconds though, as Gene smiled broad and shot off for the edge of the second building.

His foot planted on the lips edge and he vaulted through the air in a rather easy jump that cleared the small space between buildings. He hit the ground running and launched his own offensive, if Narin was on the ground, a rising kick with the right as he ran to the head, or what ever was close should he be facing the whole other direction. If the brit was standing, however, he'd get a haymakeresque right. Likely for the face, unless it was unavailable for some reason, in which case, dead center of the chest would be the secondary target, enough force hopefully to send Narin flying as Gene just had.

OOC: its coming back folks.

[Narin Carter]

Watching Gene fly backwards across the building, Narin could tell that was a lack of control of Soul Energy, or an awesomely powerful punch from himself. Regardless, it gave Narin more than enough time to recover and wait for Gene. With that, he would return to his defensive stance, watching as Gene came back in.

The right kick wouldn't make it past Narin's defense, as he allowed it to slam into his metallic forearm, pushing against the foot as it came in an attempt to push Gene off balance, spinning his body a little. Had the haymaker came in with the left arm, it would have gained some added momentum, but seeing as it came with the right, it would have seen a little resistance and a weaker impact.

None the less, it would hit Narin in the left side of the chin, and the force would knock him a few paces back, sliding across the roof top. That was it, and once more it was Narin's turn to attack again. He would waste no time, rushing right at Gene. Coming close, he would wait until he was a mere metre from Gene before leaping and gliding the rest of the distance through the air. His left knee would raise up to crash into Gene's chest, and his arms would be up to protect him. If his knee were to fail at all, his arms would lash out at Gene as best they could.