Bull in a China Shop(open)

[simpj08]

Nicholas sighed as he stepped slowly into the large shop. As he glanced around he saw a succulent meal standing directly behind the counter though he wasn't about to attack this small young lady...Not yet at least. He walked into the store his translucent skin glowing with a strange hue as the fluorescent lights hit his skin. The black clothing he wore absorbed all of it and made his skin seem all the whiter. His red eyes scanned the shop gently looking to see if there was anything to begin with that would be worth purchasing. As he stepped closer in the woman noticed what he was and bowed slightly scampering off to open a small almost invisible door leading into a noisy hall way. Nicholas walked through this door and walked quickly down the hallway and came out into a small entrance room. As he approached this room a big man stepped in front of the smaller wooden door and crossed his arms. The large mans voice boomed with authority as he spoke a simple word. Name?

Nicholas wasn't in the mood to play with this giant bastard of a man. He grabbed him by the throat faster than the man could even blink and lifted him off his feet. My name is none of your concern though you may tell your masters to call me Lestat. With that he threw him across the room to behind the small desk that the man had come from to begin with and stepped through the door quickly and silently. As he followed it down another smaller hall the noise grew to be even louder and louder. As he reached the hall he moved into the entrance of an enourmous cavern located directly beneath the tiny China Shop above. He walked into the cavern and heard the sound of mortals clashing there bodies slamming together in whatever little dance it was that they used. Lestat didnt care about thirst tonight all he wanted was to feel a good fight. He knew there would be something other than mortals here and those where the ones he wished to fight. He moved forward and flashed to the arena side so quickly only those that where of immortal or even mythical origin would be able to even follow his blur.

[Vincent]

Vincent cracks his neck as he drops into the underground area, his blood raging for a fight tonight. He was old, by any standards, but he was capping his power, fighting as a strong human would. But of course, his skill was beyond any of these humans here. He stepped into the cage, his crimson eyes sweeping in the area, a plain old arena, before his lips turned into a smile. Despite being a vampire, he was tanned, and his bronze skin shone in the harsh light, his raven black hair sweeping across his crimson eyes, as he struck a fighting stance, waiting for the bell. His tight fitting leather clothes didn't make a sound as he readied himself, tight leather pants and knee high boots digging into the mat, his tight leather chest piece, moving easily.

The chest piece only covered the upper part of his chest, leaving his bare and muscled shoulders and stomach left in the open, and leather vambraces running from his palms to his elbows. He grins viciously as the bell rings once, rushing the larger fighter with an arrogant grin, ducking beneath the blows he hurled, spinning to his side, hurling two jabs into his ribs, dancing around the man, staying light on his feet. Grinning as he circles the man, avoiding his punches easily, staying light enough to take any openings offered, and in a few moments, he lay unconscious at his feet. He'd prefer to fight with his custom weapons, but fist fighting worked out for him just fine, as much a contest of skill as he could hope for. He steps from the cage lightly, noting a sudden rush of motion along the entrance, smiling to himself as he recognized another vampire come to play. He wondered if his 'brother' would even notice him, hidden away, acting as a human would.

He takes a seat, waiting for his next fight. He wasn't worried, he was confident he could handle anyone in this joint, even all them at once if need be. The only unknown here was the vampire, but he wasn't too worried about him. If he was older, he'd probably act with more dignity, and be anywhere but in a place like this. Vincent himself mostly hung out at underground concerts or clubs, but a fight arena wasn't too far fetched, he'd been feeling oddly edgy lately, feeling antsy and a good fight was just what he needed. He rolls his neck, cracking it, the roll flowing down his muscled shoulders, stretching his arms back and popping his back, rolling down his spine like thunder. He grins as he reclines into a wall, leaning against it, back and away from the fighting, watching interestedly from afar.

[simpj08]

Nicholas chuckled as he felt the energy of his own kind spilling from the smaller tanned man in the arena. He watched as he beat the larger man he faced easily. Nicholas sighed as he jumped up capping his abilities enough that he seemed human as he flipped high and caught onto the cage and flipped again over the top and into the caged arena. He landed with no sound as everyone watched his spectacular display. He tapped the announcer on the shoulder having entered the arena completely off his radar. Yes sir would you care to fight? The announcer stuttered as he attempted to get his heart rate back down to normal. Nicholas chuckled as he nodded his head and moved his hands to show he wanted the biggest person that could still fight. The announcer nodded and called some unusual name. The man sounded like either a pro wrestler or a person who's mind had escaped them for eternity. The man not giving the announcer the chance to begin the match charged at full speed at Nicholas.

Nicholas though just did a forward hand stand using the mans back as a board to push off. As he flipped over the man he spun around and grasped the cloth on his shoulders and continued into a second flip flinging the enourmous man into the cage. It rattled and groaned beneath the enormous strain though it quickly snapped back and threw the giant back onto the mat. The man struggled to his feet and got into a defensive position raising his hands to where he could defend or attack at a moments notice. Nicholas still had his abilities capped though he still being smaller was faster the only thing that could give him away was his skin color which was a light red hue due to the colored lights in the ceiling. As well as the strength that his lanky movements allowed. Nicholas dropped down and leg swept the larger man as he fell Nicholas came up quickly and spun around his foot high in the air hanging menacingly above the man. He brought it down like a guillotine and smiled as he felt it connect with the large mans chest and snap every rib as well as his spine in half. The large man lay there dead his eyes slowly going glassy.

He pointed up to the other vampire that sat watching and motioned him to come down and fight. Come down my 'brother' come and face the truly insane of us? As the light hit his skin just right everyone in the arena knew what he was. Though instead of running and screaming they stepped back a few feet and huge smiles covered there faces. They hadn't seen a fight like this in a while they where excited for the spectacle.

[Vincent]

Vincents narrows his eyes on the man, a demonic grin spreading across his face as he rose, power surging into his body, his crimson eyes flaring to life. "Well well then, ready to face your better then?" he asks with a grin, throwing in the banter for the crowd, flashing a grin, his fangs seemingly glowing in the light. Eight hundred years had done nothing to diminish his fighting spirit, and combat always drew him, he was one of the finest fighters the world had seen, and he was more than ready to test himself against another vampire, it had been a long time since he'd fought one of like blood to himself. He carefully reins in his power, wanting this match to be fair, and not an out right slaughter, he'd start with the power he'd had at one fifty, and move from there. He climbs the few small steps easily, his body seeming to float along, so perfectly balanced were his strides, and his fingers flexed and cracked at his sides.

He raises his fists into a normal stance, for him anyways. His left hand was clenched, held slightly forward, his right also clenched but by his side. His lead leg was his left as well, right back and foot turned to the side, his martial arts stance, and he waited for his opponent with a cool readiness. "Come then, meet your defeat." he says with a vicious grin, "But tell me your name first, I'm sure you'll give me a good fight, you'll get a proper burial." he says with a grin waving the man forward with his left hand, waiting for his move. He'd already watched this man fight, and was confident that he could take him. He was an energy waster on useless flourishes and flashy moves. He loved it. A good flashy fight was always his favourite, and he always put on a good show.

"Come on then, mister vamp, let's have us a rumble!" he says with a grin, beckoning him forward again, "Lets see whos the better of us!" and then I can go grab a drink! he muses to himself, knowing he'd need one after this fight, but at least he'd be earning it. He couldn't deny the appeal of a cold drink right now, but he'd give this man the fight he wanted, he was a knight, afterall, even if he didn't serve a lord anymore, and his honor demanded that he accept any challenge put forth, and his own personal desire to pit himself against the strongest enemies he could drove him on, determined to better himself, to grow stronger, and finally put an end to his brother, casting him into the darkness of oblivion for an eternity.

[simpj08]

Nicholas laughed loudly as the man commented about a burial. Well you see my friend that would be all well and good though i will not need a burial it will be you who does though as the victor of this fight it would be proper to give my name. I am Lestat. That wasn't his actual name but that is what he gave everyone. He stepped low to the ground his left foot forward and straightened out the foot facing the top of the cage. His right foot was pushed against the ground his leg bent to where it looked as if he was sitting on it. His left arm was out and slightly bent at the elbow his hand pointing directly at his opponents throat. His right hand was above his head it also slightly bent. His fist where curled tightly into balls and if you where to place a sword in his right hand the stance would make perfect sense. Though Nicholas had learned to wield this particular style to virtual perfection with or without the blade. His eyes shown a deep foreboding and deadly red as his mind went into battle mode.

As his mind made the transfer from travel to fighting everything went silent. The roaring of the crowds died to nothing as his ears focused on nothing for a few moments. Seconds later there focus became purely on his opponent. As he listened he heard the slight quivering of the muscles as they prepared themselves for battle. The next sense to focus to this fight was his eyes. They zoned out leaving everything but nothing in his vision. They then zoned in on him almost completely though he could see everything he had been able to see before. He though could now focus somethings to greater extents than others. His sense of smell doubled as he smelled the inadvertent release of pheromones this vampire put off. He could also smell the attraction of every human female in this club to these two god like beings standing in the center of the room. Finally his sense of touch attuned itself to his surroundings. He could feel the slightest of breezes on his arms as it raised the hairs on his arms ever so slightly.

As the last of his senses came in tune a powerful aura emitted from his body. It lashed away from him as if it where flames though it was nothing more than a fighters aura. He was now 100 % into this fight and his opponent would know it. He shot forward with lightening fast speed and sent a flying palm straight for the mans chest. As soon as that thrust was finished he spun around and brought his food around in an attempt to catch him with a spinning roundhouse. With that the battle began already he could hear the humans whispering amongst themselves they could barely follow Nicholas's movements but that was a good thing.

[Vincent]

Vincent grins as his opponent rushes him, judging his age based on his speed, kicking up his power to match, his own fighters spirit roaring to life in a blazing inferno. He side steps the palm strike, raising both of his arms to block the kick, grinning viciously. "Well met Lestat, lets get this party started!" he roars, quickly grabbing his leg, and flipping him away to realign his stance, before rushing his opponent, throwing out three alternating punches, spinning to his side, launching three kicks, one to his middle, the other low, then the final high, before spinning into a deceptively quick kick, his leg coming for his side, harder to dodge that way of course.

His opponent was using an old oriental stance, 'Shaolin I think...' he thinks to himself, quickly thinking back to his time in the orient, wishing he'd spent more of it in China if it was indeed Shaolin martial arts. He'd been focused on Japan mostly, and was far better with anything in his hand that had a sword grip, even if it was just the hilt, he always felt more at ease. Perhaps he might find something yet, he had his weapons hidden away...no, that wouldn't be fair to his opponent, Lestat. He wanted a fair challenge, hand to hand, and that's what he'd give him. He wouldn't draw a weapon on him, he'd fight him as he wanted to be fought.

He could hear the humans murmuring amongst themselves now, but he tuned it out, focusing on his opponent, eight hundred years of honor demanded it of him, and he demanded it of himself. This challenge would be fair, with no distractions, both combatants fully devoted to the fight, well, as much as could be to keep it fair afterall. "I applaud your bravado Lestat, you've got some balls, I'll give you that!" he tosses out with a laugh, returning to his stance, ready for the next assault sure to come at him, ready and waiting, wondering where he'd come from next. It was like a deadly match of chess, Lestat fought to kill, Vincent fought to win. If Lestat wanted to die, he'd grant it to him, of course, it was the reward a warrior deserved, but he'd rather let him live, he could grow into a far better opponent that way if he lost afterall, and provide him much entertainment in centuries to come.

[simpj08]

Nicholas laughs as he flies through the air landing and grasping onto the heavy duty chain cage that surrounded them. As he hit it bent backwards and groaned with the force that transferred through his body as he collided and into the cage. As his opponent shot forward he dropped down and landed softly against the almost rock hard mat below. He felt his small hidden dagger in his vest click slightly but he would not use it unless he was forced too. As he set himself up the opponent shot at him with an alternating three punch barrage. Nicholas smiled wickedly as he lifted his hands and almost effortlessly knocked the three punches to the side deflecting there courses just enough to avoid all damage. As he started his kicks Nicholas stepped back about a centimeter and threw his opposite leg which would have been the same leg out. He kicked his opponents leg as he kicked and there shins collided with tremendous force. His first blow was low and he was forced to dig his head deeper in to keep his body from moving backwards with the momentum.

The second kick was a mid level kick so a bit difficult to bring his back leg up to retaliate with an exact kick. Instead he brought his kicking leg back down and planted it lifting his previously planted foot up and doing a kick with the front leg countering the second kick. As the third came in quickly Nicholas ducked low to the ground and avoided the kick that came hurtling at his head. As he looked up he saw a rather swift kick that could take his head off if it where to collide. Nicholas rose up rather quickly and placed his hands to his side. The foot collided hard but Nicholas bent with the kick minimizing the damage that it would cause. He wrapped hid long slender fingers in a death grip around Vincent's ankle. As the power faded Nicholas leaped up and over Vincent's head taking his leg with him. As he landed on the other side he held tight to Vincent's ankle holding his leg up to where his foot would be parrallel with his ear. Nicholas swept his remaining leg out from under him and did a swift hammer kick to Vincent's torso as he flipped. If it connected with its full force Vincent's body would be crushed hard between an iron foot and a stone floor.

[Vincent]

Vincent grins as his opponent blocks and counters, truly masterful. His suprise was complete when he was literally swept off his feet, but he quickly exerted control over his body, unleashing more power, curling his stomach, muscles burning with effort, continuing his roll over his opponent, breaking free of the grip, if only barely, tumbling head long to the floor, spinning with a sweeping kick, aiming to plant his boots in the back of the mans kneecaps, grinning viciously, "Damn you're good! You almost had me!" he laughs, fine with complimenting the man.

"Best opponent I've had in ages Lestat, how bout a beer on me after this fight?" he asks with a grin. Friendships were best forged in the flames of combat, after all, and perhaps he'd make a new friend. He finishes his kick, twisting his hands deftly, spinning his body to return the kick Lestat had leveled at him, curling tightly and flipping low to the ground, his heel coming down in a vicious ark, aiming for his shoulder if he was still standing, his solar plexus if he was laying down. He just wanted to win, so he cuold get a beer, he wanted one something fierce now! He'd unleashed his power to the age of 350, determined to press him hard. This man was good, but Vincent was sure he couldn't match his true speed and strength, but he didn't want to use it, he wanted the fight to be fair afterall, his opponent had earned that right, and his respect along with it.

[simpj08]

Nicholas chuckled as his opponent moved up and over him. As his opponent attempted to leg sweep him he flipped backwards up and over the leg. As he landed on his hands he pushed off hard and flew across the arena landing on the cage surrounding it. As he hit the cage groaned and finally it gave way. The people below ran screaming as the cage came apart and began falling around it. Nicholas laughed as he flipped out of the arena and landed on a small balcony across room. He watched as the small humans ran around like ants to a slaughter. He smiled an almost sad smile as they all made it out but he didn't mind. Sorry about that i guess there are no limits to this fight anymore huh? So wanna up this a little full power no holds bar. He pulled the dagger out of his pocket and spun it around his hand before flipping it up and catching it in a reverse handed position. If so we fight till the last blow though we spare the other. We don't want too many vampire ribbons cluttering up the floor.

He chuckled at the image that brought to his mind. Small almost transparent and slightly bloody ribbons wiggling around attacking the ankles of any humans stupid enough to walk past. He cleared his mind and jumped from the balcony leaving small indention's from the force of his push. He fell almost weightless to the floor. As he fell he watched the humans look at him with a mixture of awe and horror. His feet hit the ground and he immediately lowers himself slightly his dagger held in his back hand. He lowered to his previous stance his right hand now wielding a dagger. He inhaled as he unleashed the full power of his 300 years. He shot forward with so much speed that even would probably completely vanish even from Vincents view for a few moments. As he slowed down he appeared in almost a blur directly in front of Vincent. He swung his knife with deadly precision aiming to make a sturdy cut across his chest. He chuckled as once his blade was across his body he thrust out with his elbow attempting to collide it with Vincent's sternum.

[Vincent]

Vincent grins as his opponent breaks from the cagfe, his expression feral. "Well then, let's dance!" he roars in agreement, his hand flashing behind his back, drawing his own personalized weapons as his opponent rushes forth. He drew the two blades simultaneously, crossing them in front of him, blocking the strike ith the dagger, knowing any follow up would be abandoned, unless he felt like cleaving his own arms in two. His weapons were dual desert eagles, customized to be more powerful and reliable than the market counterparts, with a blade curving from beneath the barrel, like a tonfa, to offer him better versatility. He could shoot, and he could slice, his own personal weapons, his own personal design. He had way too much free time on his hands afterall. As he vanishes from view, appearing furhter back from Lestat, but still in front of him he grins, closing his eyes, before snapping them oepn with a palpable force, his crimson eyes flashing dangerously. His own fighters aura seemed to explode around him, leaving the few remaining humans fleeing as far and as fast as they could go, he was now fully committed to the fight. "You're terms are accepted, Lestat, come, learn what eight hundred years with the blade have tuaght me!" he growls out ferally, grinning viciously.

He wasn't exaggerating, eight hundred years old, ever day spent to the blade, since the day he could hold a sword. He rushes Lestat in a blinding display of strikes and feints, testing him, looking for any weakness he could exploit, striking high and low, throwing in kicks every now and then when he could manage it, not relenting in the least, refusing to release the advantage of taking the offense from his opponent, determined to make him bow before his power, the power he'd spent eight hundred years accumulating and honing. He didn't think that his younger opponent would stand a chance against him, but only time would tell, but he knew he wasn't going to walk away from here defeated, though he might end up fighting harder than he imagined for that victory. "Come on Lestat, show me your strength, give me that fight I've been looking for!" he growls out ferally as he continued his relentless assault, the ringing of their blades sounding so often, it seemed as one long wail, and any remaining onlookers would be held motionless by their dance, the dance of death, of mastery, of perfection.