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Who: Everyone!
What: First Annual Luceti Tournament
When: May 2nd
Where: Battle Dome
Summary: Peony has made good on his promise to set up a tournament and today is the day for all the action.
Rating: PG-13 for the violence/fighting/possible language.

Finally the promised day has arrived! As competitors and audiences alike gather for the start, the whole outside area draws the eye to the grand carpet and banners with symbols for every event. There is also a table being restocked with free snacks and water bottles for those waiting around or still finding their way. Most notably, though, is a signboard with the times for all the events and competitors.

Whether you're competing or here for the entertainment, however, it's hoped you'll enjoy the events and fight or cheer hard! Now without further ado, make your own threads or comment around and let the games begin...

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[Which Masaomi side-steps in the form of shifting slightly to one side. This guy's skilled but then . . . that isn't surprising. Most people here are as or more skilled than him it feels like. Still, with that blow evaded, he makes to try for a basic jab ]

[Firo smiles as he leans out of the way of that jab. This guy's quick, for sure, and it's fun to face off against someone who's faster than your typical street thug. It's also nice when he's not trying to kill you.

He reaches out to try and grab the wrist of Masaomi's jabbing hand; if that succeeds, he'll attempt to pull him off balance.]

[ This one's better than him, it's confirmed by that moment. Still, he knows he's strong and agile - his caught wrist he makes one tug to see if he can pull free, can't, and in the process is pulled a step forward. But he quickly changes tracks, to try to walk into the tug to keep his footing. The last thing he wants is to get tossed. ]

[Firo releases the hold when Masaomi moves into it. He's pleased to see that Masaomi knows how to react to a pull, but it renders the move basically useless for Firo.

He steps back and rebounds to throw a roundhouse kick at Masaomi.]

[ Too little time to react - he can't dodge, and he can only barely mount a guard. And that is going to leave a bruise and he knows it. Once it's done though, he leaps back a bit to gain distance to allow him to feel his arms more. Uugh ]

[Firo follows that up with another kick, this one just as hard. He doesn't know what it'll take to get this guy off balance, so why pull his punches? He also wants to see what kind of counterattack he might try.]

[ Another block, but he's had time to brace himself now. So he can swerve to one side, try to go in for a low leg sweep. Using his legs, that is, his arms are still a little numb ]

[Still drawing back his kick, Firo goes down with that sweep.

He rolls with it to avoid breaking any bones. If Masaomi moves quickly enough, he may be able to catch Firo before he rolls back to his feet.]

[ He tries to follow through - he does! Because that's the whole point of trying to overpower the guy. But the blow doesn't connect, because it's just a bit too inefficient with it. Which means, of course, he's now in a bit of an awkward spot ]

[Firo's Family would be ashamed of him if he didn't take advantage of that. He manages to spring to his feet and tries to throw an elbow at Masaomi's ribs.]

[ Which... connects! And actually breaks one of them, or at least it feels like he at least got one cracked by it. It instantly winds him, and makes him stumble back a bit. He tries to regain his composure, inhaling sharply ]

[Firo steps forward to follow up... then hesitates. If this were one of the fights he gets into back home, he would immediately move in to finish it, but this is different. There are probably rules in a fight like this and--more important to his reasoning--Firo has no grudge against this guy.

...Still, he wonders if he's making a mistake by leaving himself open.]

What now?

Now-- [ Inhale. Okay, okay. He's got his composure. He gets back up into a stance, briefly... And then he holds ups his arms for a surrender. ] Now, if you didn't hesitate there, I'd be out cold. I can keep going, but any judge with eyes knows I'm at a loss here.

[ And he grins, a little sheepishly. Because really, he wants to just keep going. He's a scrappy fighter, and he's always been - to go well beyond when he's lost. But this is a contest of skill, not attrition, and especially after the bruises he got from the big guy, he doesn't want to turn it into one. This guy was just more skilled ]

Didn't think it'd go over well if I hit a guy who's hurt in front of a bunch a' people...

[That, and he does have some decency.

He smiles and slips his hands into his pockets, relaxing.]

You did a pretty good job.

[Both in the fight and in, just a moment ago, managing pain.]

Ahaha, thanks. I'd hate to go up against whoever beat you.

[ To acknowledge the other's strength, that is. It might have been just a little backhanded. Maybe. ]

[Firo laughs. He's not sure how to respond to that expect with a joke.]

Yeah, me neither.

[In all honesty, though, he'd jump at the chance to take on that guy again.]

Hey, if you ever need somebody to spar with, I'd love a rematch.

Oh, huh? That might be pretty cool, yeah.

Nice. Guess I'll be seein' you around, then?

Yeah, one might hope.... Firo-san? Right?

[ He's pretty sure that was right. For now, though, even if he's standing with no problem, he should go up to the healing people to make sure there isn't some surprise internal damage he's not feeling yet. Just to be safe ]

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