FIGHT CLUB #2 - Where actual stuff happens!

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

Characters: Smithy, whoever else comes
What: Fight Club! 2nd Meeting.
Where: Stadium
When: Backdated to Saturday, November 7th, around midday
Warnings: FIGHTAN.

This time, Smithy was prepared. Damned all if some fighting was not going to happen today.

The stadium was filled with all manner of training devices for all sorts of fighting techniques, as well as some areas closed off separately for sparring matches.

As for Smithy himself, right now he was hammering away at the Sandbag that he'd brought in. There would be plenty of time for sparring for himself later.

Now, it was time to wait for others to arrive. The robot wondered who would actually show up this time.

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[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, he figured Goose would be here. Smithy recalled that he did fight quite a bit to his recollection.

He stopped hitting the sandbag, and turned to the man. "Glad you could make it, harrumph." He had a slight grin on his face. That was one down so far; how many more would show up?

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"'Course I would," Goose bore a slight grin, as well, but nothing looking far too excited... for the most part. "So, when are we doin' this fightin' thing, huh? We're just trainin' today or are we all gonna spar?" He glanced around at the stadium and whatever people were around.

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

"I would guess training is in order until some more people come, and then if they wish to spar, so be it," replied Smithy, bearing a smirk of his own. "I'm quite interested to see some of the fighting styles the students and teachers use."

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Heh, I'd like to see that up-close," Goose held up the Birdman wings wrapped around and strapped to his arms. "Hell, if ya want, when more people come 'round, we oughta have a go at it."

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

Smithy could not suppress a bigger smirk across his face as Goose suggested they battle after a while. "I'll take you up on that offer, then."

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing!"

After a little more time passed, lalala, by now, Goose was just itching to battle. "Say, how 'bout we have that spar now?"

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

"Couldn't wait for a fight, eh?" Smithy smirked. "Very well; I accept your challenge!"

And with that, he walked to one of the sparring rings. Well, more like a giant patch of Stadium that was fenced in (but didn't take much to jump over; it served more as a boundary) and turned around towards his opponent. "Too bad that Meta Knight person isn't here, or we'd be able to have those interesting stages. For now, though, we'll stick with the basic one here."

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Heh, I don't mind it much," Goose flapped his wings a little and landed over the fence. This would be a pretty fun spar and honestly, he did wonder how Smithy attacked. He just really hoped he didn't throw giant rocks and icebergs like a certain robot he could recall.

"Count down, or just one of us makes the first move?"

[THIS DOESN'T EXIST THIS IS NOT THE ROBOT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR]

[icequeen-aran.livejournal.com]

IT WAS JUST A CAR AND I ONLY DID IT ONCE. (http://community.livejournal.com/sbg_logs/137130.html?thread=5058474#t5058474)

Re: [THIS DOESN'T EXIST THIS IS NOT THE ROBOT YOU ARE LOOKING FOR]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

OH THANKS A LOT, MECA HAWK-REPLICATION, LET'S SEE IF I EVER DRINK WITH YOU AGAIN.

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

"Counting down sounds fine," replied the robot, as he readied his hammer. Why did he always hold it? Only he knows.

"Three.... two... one!"

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Just as he said one, Goose sped for him, aiming to go behind him and pose a bit of a sneak attack. He lifted his wings and attempted to give his backside a good 'chop' move.

This already felt like it'd be a fun fight!

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

Smithy saw you coming, Goose, and he wasn't about to let you do that. He took his hammer and begun swinging it around at his opponent.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

"Nnk!" Goose felt that hammer smack right into him. That was pretty painful, but thankfully, it didn't do too much damage. He brought his wings up and took to the skies, hovering closely above Smithy. He'd fly around and dodge him enough until the right opening for an attack came along.

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

Smithy didn't want to transform unless he really had to. But if Goose proved himself worthy to see it as Smithy saw fit, he'd do it.

For now, he rose his arms into the air and a small meteor shower of stars fell from the sky at Goose.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Now THAT was a cool attack, Goose had to admit. A rain down of stars was certainly nothing he would oppose to, especially considering he wore star-spangled attire most of the time.

He was able to dodge most of the attack, but some of it did hit him in the stomach area. It stunned him for just a moment, but it didn't last for long. He brought his leg back up, flapped himself upward, and used his wings for momentum for a swift kick. ((To no specific spot, so have it hit wherever you see fit if it doesn't miss~))

[kajidohsledge.livejournal.com]

Smithy was ready for Goose's attack. All he'd need to do is swing back the hammer and--

POW! Goose's foot slammed right into the star on Smithy's chest, and shoved him backward. Since he was metal, it wouldn't knock him over, but it effectively surprised him to where his attack was ruined. He was stunned; he thought he had the timing down for a counterattack, but it turns out Goose's momentum in the air was far superior than he thought.

"Not bad! I see you have quite the knack for aerial attacks! Now I think it's time to test just how good you are in the air!" He held out his left hand, and aimed the fingers (which looked like little square holes) at Goose; and out came little cannonball-like things, shot out like a machinegun, at and around Goose.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Goose couldn't dodge this so shortly after an attack, at least not all of them. He flew away from some of them, but managed to sustain some damage along his body. They were like cannonballs, so they didn't draw blood or anything, but boy, did they hurt or what?

He stopped for a moment and landed, panting a little from having to frantically dodge those. Now's Smithy's chance for an attack!