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FIGHT CLUB #2 - Where actual stuff happens!
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.
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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"You go first." he said, turning to face the robot.
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He'd not been expecting that.
However, now it was on. He grabbed Robs arm and used it to leverage himself forward, one fist drawn back to give the robot a good ole fashioned punch to the face. Not too hard of course, he didn't want to knock the robots head loose from his neck socket.
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Knuckles was hit full force by the beam and indeed was shoved backwards by the highly concentrated energy - it sort of felt like being doused by scalding water at high pressure. He hit the ground and bounced - but strangely enough, the thing that hurt most was his eyes. He'd been looking right at R.O.B. when the laser hit him so he was experiencing something like snow blindness on a huge scale.
Never one to give up, he got to his feet as quickly as he could, eyes squinted and watering, gloved hands up in front of his face, defensive, and feet working their way to sending him backwards and side to side so he had time to regroup.
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