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!]

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[power_of_dominance]

[A moment, and something like the faintest hint of a fierce grin twitches the corner of Soma's mouth.]

I could do this all day.

[And then he's rushing in, feinting right as he comes into range, only to snap a swift punch at Akande's stomach.]

[goldrighthand]

[ATTABOY, KIDDO. Akande lets out a laugh, reading the feint for what it is. His arm comes down to deflect the second, followed by a rising uppercut strike]

Then prove it!

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma leans back to avoid the uppercut, then quickly rebalances himself to try a series of kicks-- mid, high, low, high, mid-- switching which leg he uses at random. He's fast enough to make the constant change-ups more confusing.]

[goldrighthand]

[stick your leggies out real far, why don't you

Akande's no longer trying to tank the hits. He's already got a few new bruises, and he's gotten a taste of Soma's strength. Now he's working to keep dodge-deflecting, grunting when they hit. At this point, it's something akin to Dragonball Z a blur, at least up until Akande thinks he has an opening.

Then he's throwing a single punch, trying to pierce Soma's defenses in a single strike]

[power_of_dominance]

[Akande's punch catches him in the side as he readies another kick, sending a wave of numbness and then pain shooting down that hip. With a grunt, he buckles to one knee, though he's immediately trying to sweep Akande's legs out from under him just to give himself time to get back to his feet.]

[goldrighthand]

[If Akande was interested in prolonging a fight, he might have allowed that. (Not that there's really much room to 'allow' anything with the kid; he's not bad.) But he's trying to play for keeps, now, and while he's given Soma the option of two out of three-

Winning was never an option for him. Or at least, not intended to be.

With a growl, he presses forwards, crowding Soma and throwing jab after jab.]

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma has nowhere to go but backward as he tries to block or duck as many of those fast jabs as possible. His forearms feel bruised but his guard doesn't waver. His stamina is suddenly waning, as if he's run out of fuel.

And then he ducks to one side, catching Akande's fist in his cheek near his ear. Pain blooms along with a high pitched ringing, and with a cry Soma goes down. The hit has left him dizzy and disoriented. With one hand pressed to his ear, he raises the other in a gesture of surrender.]

Ow, dammit... I give up!

[goldrighthand]

[Well then. Akande's pulling back an arm to strike again, but halts the next punch before it fully snaps. For a moment he simply watches Soma...

...then steps back, lowering his arm, and chuckling a bit]

You're not bad. Where did you learn to fight?

[You even made him work up a sweat. Now that's a nice warm up.]

[power_of_dominance]

[Soma chills on the floor for a minute until his ear stops ringing. Then he finally gets up, stretching out his limbs so they don't tighten up.]

I've taken savate lessons. You know, French kickboxing? Just for exercise and some self-defense, basically. But this kind of thing comes really naturally to me, dunno why.