Fight Club: Place Your Bets! [ Closed to Warlord ]

Another man began to step forward, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Another man stepped past him, a man who was very tall, rippling with lean and hard muscle, and one of the few in the room wearing a mask (Click Here!). He had watched interestedly as the slender girl had strode into the ring looking confident despite her size. He had expected an embarassingly short fight, and that's what had happened - only the girl had demolished the heavily-built man. Although said man had been clearly overconfident and poorly trained, whereas the woman moved as though she had some training. The curiosity was too much - Bishop had to find out for himself. Thus he had stopped the next would-be combatant from entering and taken his place.

He wore simple black jeans and a black A-shirt (or "wifebeater", as some idiots liked to call them) with a black leather jacket over it. His SAP gloves were tucked into the jacket's chest pocket - he saw no need to wear them. His batons were sheathed at either hip, collapsed for now. He entered the ring and began to cirlce his opponent slowly - if she were any good, she'd likely be circling across from him. He watched her body and movements for any sign of weakness, but he had already decided that he would allow her to make the first move. Most people believed that the first move was everything, whoever struck first had the momentum. Not Bishop. He'd destroyed too many men in the opening seconds of a fight by deconstructing and countering their attack to believe that myth.

When she didn't move in response to his motions, he was a bit puzzled. Perhaps her earlier victory had been a fluke after all. Still, he decided to reserve judgement until he'd gotten behind her. If she failed to act then, there was no point in him fighting her. He wasn't here to accidentally kill half-trained girls, after all.

He saw it the instant before she moved. Her muscles tensed, advertising the way she would move, but only just before she acted. She was good. She moved fast, and her technique was respectable. An ordinary combatant would likely be ended by that one opening combo. Luckily, he was no ordinary combatant. He bent his knee, driving it outwards to clash against her foot. This would be a terrible move for a normal fighter, only heightening the damage to their knee. For Bishop, it was smart. His body was durable enough to take her kick, and with his knee levered so that it couldn't bend backwards, her foot would yield before his knee would. He matched her speed, deflected her left elbow with his right forearm, and caught her right hand in his left. He gripped it to try to keep her from being able to pull it back as he swept his right arm upwards from below at her elbow in an attempt to break her arm at the joint.

((I'm not sure what you mean by the first part of your post. I never aimed a strike at your knee.))

[ Sorry I'm at work. xD Kind of posting off a whim. ]

Bishop felt her hand slip through his grasp. Immediately, he brought that hand down in a sledgehammer-like blow at her chest. He was, however, blocked by her uppercut. He saw it come up again in an uppercut towards his nose, but rather than dodge and lose ground, he caught and deflected the force with his forearm while simultaneously moving forwards. As she attempted to retreat, he stayed close - so close that he almost didn't notice her kick. He sidestepped slightly, but was more focused on moving forward to keep the distance between them small. As a result, it clipped his knee. The impact threw him slightly off balance for a scant moment, but he recovered quickly and there was no pain.

He kept close to her so as not to allow her to retreat and threw a quick series of straight jabs at her lower sides, alternately protecting himself with one hand while delivering a punch with the other, and then vice versa, boxing style.

Bishop had to give the girl some props for knowing to protect her sides. It was slowly beginning to dawn on him as well that she must be some sort of Meta. Sure, she wasn't as strong as him, but she was just as fast. And while he knew she couldn't be as durable as him since he could feel his fists sinking in, certainly doing some damage in the form of bruising, she didn't seem to react to it. It was like she was aware of where he was aiming, and could block to keep it from doing hardcore damage, but didn't actually feel the pain of the blow. How interesting - the battle of one who couldn't feel pain against who couldn't tire out. Which would yield first?
Bishop wasn't going to let it be him if he had any say in the matter.

He almost chuckled as she tried yet another rear straight kick. This time, instead of simply blocking or deflecting or dodging, he grabbed hold of her ankle without slowing it and in fact pulled to increase its forward force. He moved backwards at the same time. This used her own momentum against her - aiming such a powerful kick was proven a folly when it not only did not hit its mark, but was used to pull Sai further off her center of gravity. He completed the maneuver by tossing her leg upwards while she was off balance. The simple physics of it would have her on her ass.

How costly that would be for her would intend on how fast she moved after being floored like that, for Bishop circled around to her head at greater than ordinary human speed and aimed a powerful stomp down at her cranium with enough force to mini-crater the floor beneath it - nevermind what it would do to it if it was there at the time to receive the blow.
Even as he brought his foot down, he drew and extended a baton with his left hand. He'd already seen enough of her skill to doubt that his kick would hit - although at least blocking or deflecting it was out of the question given the massive amount of force behind it. No, she'd likely dodge. And if she did, he'd be ready to see how painless she was when struck by an intrument designed to concentrate force for extremely painful blows.

As she avoided his kick-stomp, Bishop watched her for his next opening. Almost as though they had had the same thought, he drew and extended his second baton at the same time she 'drew' her sword (having not actually removed it from the sheath). When she swung at him, he blocked with one baton and swung the other at her head. He wasn't swinging hard enough that it would be a fatality if it made contact, but it would definitely ring her bell if it hit her. He held the other baton at the ready, to defend himself if she decided to attempt to counter-attack with the sword.

Bishop's mouth, visible beneath his mask, curved into a smile. "Not bad for a girl," he said somewhat teasingly. "Wanna get a drink after this?"

Bishop was caught off guard somewhat as she trapped his wrist. However, he set his stance solidly so that she couldn't move him, utilizing his superior strength. At the same time, the hand whose wrist was trapped grabbed the arm that was trapping it from below, his fingers wrapping around and meeting due to the large size of his hand as compared to her relatively small arm. He would then try to pull her in towards him and wrap his free arm around her waist, locking the muscles to hold her to him. With both arms occupied and her face only inches from his, he'd do something very romantic and intimate.
A swift headbutt. ( )
It wouldn't be hard enough to cause permanent damage, but it would certainly knock a human out cold. Though with him not knowing what other gifts she might have, perhaps she'd be able to stay conscious.

Of course, if she avoided being drawn in closer by immediately releasing his wrist, he would maintain his grip on her upper arm and swing the baton of his free hand at her forward leg. Not hard enough to break the bone, but enough to force her to a kneeling position if it hit. If she then wound up in a kneeling position, he'd aim a kick at her side, hard enough to bruise several ribs, perhaps even crack (but not fully break) one.

If she avoided his strike at her leg, he'd back up, putting some space between them and begin to circle her again.