week 2

[airlockedmods]

[With the sudden pirate takeover and the sudden, tragic deaths of the crew, the second week of the Starfield Penitentiary rehabilitation project is off to a rough start. After Price's call for parlay with the pirate captain, he was not seen for the remainder of Saturday but around 10 pm it is his calm but tense voice that makes the time announcement.

Buckle in, Champions, things are about to get bumpy.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

Comments

[nightcure]

Damn--!

[ Well, that's his own fault, he guesses. He's fast, but Akande's made of muscle and knows a thing or two. So. He has to approach this differently. Noctis takes the punch, but he tries to at least lessen the blow by grabbing tight to Akande's wrist. He uses the leverage to swing his leg up, trying for a kick at his shoulder. ]

[goldrighthand]

[GIT GUD, SCRU-waitasecondwhat

at least it's something he doesn't expect so. that. sure is a kick that has him grunting and instinctively trying to pull away.

...yeah, you might wanna. let go, Noctis. unless you wanna get hauled upright]

[nightcure]

[ He lets go and falls to the ground, doing a backwards roll onto his feet. He's grinning at Akande; it's not totally cocky, but it's pretty damn pleased.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, rub at his left leg, the one with the brace on it. ]

[goldrighthand]

[Right then, let's get some space and restart. Akande takes another step back to take a stance, eyes flickering towards Noctis's leg briefly before returning to the man's face]

Hurting already?

[nightcure]

[ Oh, busted. Noctis flashes a grin. ]

Not getting soft on me, are you?

[goldrighthand]

Hardly. I'm simply thinking how useful it is we have a trained medical professional with us.

[hi Rideaux he's absolutely talking about you. And starting to circle Noctis, searching for an opening]

You stepped in here. You know what's coming.

[nightcure]

Big words.

[ He follows Akande, refusing to turn his back. ]

Ready for whatever you throw at me, big guy.

[goldrighthand]

I don't think you are.

[but only experience will prove him wrong or right. And just like before, he lunges forwards, pulling back an arm-

-before revealing it as a feint. Fluidly, he spins for momentum before throwing out a kick, and- well, following up with a quick jab. So maybe not so much a feint after all.]

[nightcure]

[ Hey man at this point he doesn't remember the countless battles he's been in--

but his body does. Noctis dodges the kick and lets the jab connect, before grabbing Akande's arm and at least attempting a toss. Maybe it works--he is stronger than he looks. ]

1/2

[goldrighthand]

[oh.

hey.

this usually goes the other way around.]

2/2

[goldrighthand]

[WHUD goes Akande as he lands hard on the mat, breath escaping him in a rush.

...and there go his hand to try and pull Noctis down with him. Hey, how good at you are wrestling?]

[nightcure]

[ Honestly he's so surprised that it doesn't take much effort. He lets out a very un-kingly yell as he goes down, and while he's not bad at wrestling, he's not amazing.

Also, Akande is so much bigger. Oh god. Why this. ]

[goldrighthand]

[Could be worse, right?

-actually considering Akande actually is being that asshole and grabbing for Noctis' bad leg, maybe it couldn't be. Either way, he's trying to use it as a tool to force Noctis in to a pin, fully intending on exploiting it until the king gives.]

[nightcure]

[ Why are you like this.

Noctis slams his fist against the mat, letting out a string of pained yells. ]

You win, you win!

[goldrighthand]

[Aw, Noctis, don't be like that.

He's immediately released when it's clear the fight's over, Akande managing to hold back his amusement. Instead, he sits back, giving Noctis some space as he smiles good-naturedly.]

Best two out of three?

[nightcure]

[ Bruh.

Noctis winces as he sits up, rubbing at his leg. ]

No way. Not after all that fun and excitement.

[ He's so grumpy and in pain. This just in, Noctis Lucis Caelum is a sore loser. ]

[goldrighthand]

[booooooooo you're no fun. Akande shakes his head, still smiling, and rises to his feet. A hand moves down to help Noctis up, if he'll accept it - hell, Akande'll even help him out of the ring.]

Consider this a learning experience. If you hadn't shown me a weak point, you may have had a chance.

[There's probably some ice around here he can use to ease the pain, anyway]

[nightcure]

[ look

Noctis considers pushing his hand away but uh. Man. He could use that help. So he takes Akande's hand. ]

Yeah, shame on my injury for acting up.

[goldrighthand]

[Up you go, and to the side of the ring you get.]

Shame on you for exposing it. [A gentle, but firm, correction. Boy.] And not defending it better. Next time, I trust you'll remember.

[nightcure]

Riiight, how silly of me.

[ He kinda flops down on the ground, wincing a little as he stretches out his leg. ]

Yeah, you know it. You really know how to hammer in those lessons.