Fight club.

The basic rules of fight club are as follows:
1: You do not talk about FIGHT CLUB.
2: You DO NOT talk about FIGHT CLUB.
3: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out, the fight is over.
4 Only two guys to a fight. (with exceptions)
5: One fight at a time.
6: No shirts, no shoes.
7: Fights will go on as long as they have to.
8: If this is your first night at FIGHT CLUB, you HAVE to fight.

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Akire was glad about what he had done. He had almost single handedly created a place were those who wanted, could do as they please: Fight.
He didn't ask for a fee to enter the deep underground of the arena. Hidden behind secret walls and pathways, it was a dimly lit room with 3 circular floors that overlooked a small sandy arena. It was much smaller than the one up on the surface and much less flashy to boot. There were chairs set up all around the floors. The way he had set up the entire room, it looked more like an old time bar. Complete with a bartender on the first floor. There was a sign posted on the far side of the wall the held the rules of fight club. Most of the patrons watched and yelled as the fighters would battle. Placing bets against one another, and sometimes even against the bartender or himself. That's how he held enough money to keep the place as it was. Tonight was a special night for everyone. It was the 1 month anniversary of the opening of fight club and thus, the arena was open to visitors, amateurs and all around anyone who wanted to fight. Right now though, no one had challenged anyone of note quite yet. Though the brawls thus far have been pretty fierce in themselves, Akire was anxious to see who was next. Maybe some poor fool would challenge him? Or maybe they'd have a 2-on-1. In the world of fight club, one never knows what the next match holds.

Akryn wandered into the bar, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather coat, and a smirk etched on his face. He had heard about this fight club from some regular watchers and he was curious about it. He had been told it was a place for really skilled fighters, but somehow he doubted that, especially after fighting Aeden so much. He doubted any one could hold a candle to that guy, but no harm in going to check it out.

He stopped as he reached the bar to lean against it, turning to eye the current brawl. And that's all it was to, not a real fight, but a drunken, bloody, mess. He felt dumb for having come here. There was no way any of his brothers would come here for such fights, not when each of them would pummel both the guys in the ring right now. With a sigh, Akryn pushed off from the bar, making his way towards the ring, ready to make a point.

"Hey hey hey, whats this mess now? You guys call this a fight club? Seriously? Wheres the skill, the real show? I didn't come here to watch a bunch of drunken thugs flail aimlessly at eachother and hope! I came here for a real fight! Aint none of ya'll got some skill?" he called out to the whole bar, a grin spreading on his face.

Akire sat at the end of bar, watching the amateurs go at it. It was pretty average, not necessarily the norm in the club. Today he wore a black hoodie and matching sweat pants. He may own the place, but that doesn't mean he likes other acting like their better then everyone. Down here, everyone was equal. wether they white, colored, mage or not, everyone was equal in the arena. He watched as a new comer go to the arena and issue a challenge. He stood up and set his glass down, beginning to make his way through the crowd. Someone saw him and began moved out of the way, other followed suit soon after. Making a clear pathway to the new comer. Akire stope about half way and crossed him arms. Looking at the new comer he studied him before speaking, "there are 3 things wrong with that sentence. First, this is the one month anniversary of the opening and thus i opened up the floor to anyone. Second, I haven't seen you around here that means rule 8 comes into effect. Third but not last you made a grave mistake. Here in the underground we are all equal. No man stand above his brothers and sisters. The minute you walk in that door, any reputation you have out there goes poof" he says putting his hands together before pulling them away in a mock explosion for emphasis before crossing them again. "Now, if you think that none of us have any skill, i'll take you on personally...rookie" he said. to the newcomer.

Akryn tilted his head to look at the speaker over his shoulder, a smirk spreading across his face again. He honestly didn't care for any of the rules of this place, but some punk wanted to call him a rookie? After what he had just seen? Fat chance of that. "Your on. Gonna be a shame to beat ya on your anniversary though." he said as he slipped off his leather jacket and tossed it aside. Underneath he wore a black t shirt that looked to be about two sizes two small, and hugged his lean, muscled body well. "So, what are the house rules? Or are we doing this street style?"

Akire watched the newcomer's display of supposed strength. He went to the edge of the arena as the current participants back off. He climbed the lip and hopped into the sand. He pulled off his hoodie and shirt, revealing a a six pack and lean muscle. He then Sat down and removed his shoes and placed them a top the arena lip. He turned to the new comer, The rules are on the wall. For entertainment value, lets add no magic to our little brawl." He said cracking his neck. As he stretched out little, he began sizing up the newbie who thought he was hot stuff. "Even if I beat you to a bloody pulp, no hard feelings. You did start this after all." Akire called to his opponent.

Akryn smirked again as he kicked off his shoes and jumped down into the pit with the guy, quickly looking him over. Fairly fit, probably a lot better than the amateurs from before. Good, he thought to himself. He was getting rusty as of late. He quickly assumed a boxers stance, slowly circling the edge of the sand ring, watching his opponent closely. "Before we start, I wanna know if you have heard of four men. Chosokabe, Aeden, Varren, or Kiminaru, of the Motomiji clan. Heard of any of em?"

Akire took a stance that looked some what like mix of karate and muay thai. Circling the other direction he studied the stance of his opponent, making predictions and projections of their fighting style. He listening to the new-comer fire off a few names, he had never heard of those names before. "Maybe I have..." He took the first move, launching himself at the man hard enough to leave a sand cloud behind him. Akire moved fast and made a jump spin kick for the head while saying ""Maybe I haven't.

Akryn narrowed his eyes as the man rushed in with his attack. So it was gonna be like that eh? Akryn smirked as the attack came in, throwing his body backwards and bending at the knee. As he went down though, his right leg would snap up, and his left hand would go down, so that as he dropped, Akire's kick would pass over, and Akryns own kick would come in at the mid air rump of his opponent. Or more accurately, the very sensitive nerve cluster at the base of the buttocks which would make his opponents leg go extremely numb.

Akire watched as his kick sailed high. He was half way around when he looked over his shoulder to see a kick fly at him. He didn't have time to think, he just acted. Instincts taking over, he brought his left leg down in a hard counter to the kick. Akire pushed and flipped off the kick. Upon landing he bolted counter-clockwise to his opponent before dashing foreword again. This time throwing a spin kick to the side of him. Aiming to hit the ribs with the top of his foot.

By the time Akire had flipped, landed, and bolted, Akryn had recovered himself by rolling away and to his feet, just in time so that when the kick came in, he could step into the kick, taking the kick firmly in the ribs with a grunt and grunting with the impact of it, but at the same time dropping an arm down to catch, and hold, the leg in a tight hold. As he caught the leg and refused to let go, he would grin before suddenly whipping his foot in in a sweep attempt that would drop Akire. Akryn would fall with him though, both of them onto their backs, but as they fell, Akryn would thrust his palm towards the back of Akirs knee, so that when they landed, the sudden thrust, plus the jarring landing, should be enough to dislocate the knee. The hard way.

(Grapple approved by Bloodcake)

Akire fell down on his back and felt his leg pop. But that wasn't the only thing to snap in this fight. Akire's mind went into its fight or flight mode and decided to fight. The blood in his veins vibrated and moved the muscles in he leg. twisting them and popping the leg back into place. He reached up and grabbed Akyrn's hands and tore them off his leg. Moving his other leg under him he managed enough strength to push his attack off oh him. tearing his pant leg off in the process. He flipped up as if nothing had happened. Bitting back a hiss of pain. He then quickly throws a strong punch at Akyrn's face. that if it connects will break a few bones. but if it didn't connect the resulting 2 foot wide hole in the floor could come in handy later.

A small girl entered the circular room. To her; it smelled like sweat and blood. Not that good of a smell but if she was going to fight in missions, she'd have to start somewhere right?

Layhava desended the stairs and saw a few men eyeing her and others whistling as she walked by them. She wore a sophistocated-looking light blue summer dress with a bow on the back of it and puffy sleeves, her inch heals clicked as she walked and her hair bounced with each step.

She couldn't care less about the lowly drunkards but her, herself was a little tempted as she asked the bartender for a light drink and walked over to the sigh that said "Rules"

"Interesting rules...." She thought as she heard someone walk over to her.

Kocho had been wanting to get into a battle for a while. She was beginning to think she was getting rusty when it came to her fighting abilities.

Kocho walked into an interesting place called a fight club. She saw people beating each other, and wrestling. The smell of the place was making Kocho sick. It smelled like barn. She walked over to a girl who was reading the rule board. Kocho didn't think that there would be rules, but she proceeded to read them. After reading that those who are first time visitor have to fight, she looked at the small girl beside her.

When Layhava turned around, she jumped back a little. "You scared me. You should at least tell someone that you're behind them before you scare them half to death." She said at the other girl and extended a hand to her.

"I'm Layhava. It's nice to meet another girl in here. First time?...." She asked, wondering if she thought that it was her first time as well.

OOC: Your fc is adorable ;-;

IC:
Kocho looked at the girl and said, "My apologies. That was very rude of me." Kocho shook the girls hand and said, "Actually, yes. Is this your first time here as well?"

OOC: Thx ^u^

IC: "y-yea...I wanted to toughen up a little for...um..future missions...If that makes any sense." She said to Kocho as she shook her hand and then put her drink down.
"I guess first timers have no choice huh...Do you wanna ...you know...fight?" She asked, a little nervous.

Kocho eyed Layhave attentively. "Sure! I need to Sharpen up my skills anyhow." Kocho said ecstatically. "Open! Gate of the Great Bear! Ursa Major!" Kocho called out, and a tall young lady dressed as a bear appeared before them.

HP: 100

MP: 95%

"A bear hmm...Well as i say. Play with fire and you'll get burned" She said as she kicked off her heals and sucked in air. Her arms extending and fire came down her arms and coiled itself around them as the fire extended out and made whips.

Kocho was amazed by the girls magical ability. She took out her chain whip and instructed Ursa major to transform into a bear. After the transformation was complete, she instructed her to follow her and they rushed toward Layhava. Kocho swung her chain whip at Layhava, and Ursa Major attempted to get in close.

Layhava ran at the bear then tricked it as she jumped and landed behind the bear and whipped it a few times before dodging another attack. "You're good Kocho. But the one with reins here is me." She said as she grappled the bears ankle and pulled back, forcing it to the ground.

Kocho wrapped her chain whip around Layhavas ankle, and threw her into the nearest wall. She quickly returned Ursa Major to the Celestial Spirit world.

HP: 100
MP: 94

Layhava kicked off the chain just before she hit the wall and bounced off of it. Now soaring through the air straight at her opponent. When she impacted with Kocho, she grabbed her elbows and kicked her into the chest, into the nearest wall.

As Kocho hit the wall, she got back and called out, ""Open! Gate of the wind Maiden! Mikos!" As Mikos appeared, Kocho instructed her to use her fan to blow Layhava into the nearest wall, and she did just that. Once Layhava had impact with the wall, Kocho swing her chain whip at Layhava another time, this time trying hard to make impact.

Layhava stopped the chain with her hand and started to burn it. She unstuck herself from the wall and started to pull on Kocho's chain, burning and heating it as she did.

"That's some wind. But it won't put out my flames." She said as she pulled, withstanding the strong winds.