Fun and flames in the phillipines ([Alyafae] and myself)

[Lokas Phoenix]

The crowd was cheering. That was the thought that passed through his brain as it restarted. The crowd was cheering and he didn't speak a fucking word of Filipino.

Lokas' hearing slowly returned to him as his two comrades shook his shoulders, shouting Farsi into either of his ears. Oh how he wanted the two bastards to shut up. But first, he'd have to get up to make that happen. The six foot even middle eastern man rose from his spot on the boxing ring's ropes and upon standing, spat a thick red glob onto the mat. It was all coming back to him now. He was in the basement of an otherwise legit looking bar run by some Irish couple or something. The barmaid (now referee) was hot, and that's all he cared about. However, an obstacle stood between him and a good night. It started as some expat marines talking up a storm in the bar above. It ended with racial slurs, and the barmaid offering the alternative to a bar brawl that Lokas graciously took.

He was fighting for money now, in an illegal underground ring, with a couple dozen Filipino men cheering the other guy on. Lokas couldn't understand the insults flung his way, but he knew that they were throwing trash at him and not at the other guy. Lokas played up the bad guy role by snatching the beer from a nearby patron and pouring it all over his bronzed form that was naked albeit for a pair of boxing shorts. Then, after emptying the bottle Lokas just tossed it over his shoulder without a care and stepped back into the center of the ring. Round two bitch.

His opponent, the cocky blonde marine opened up as soon as Lokas hopped back into the fight. He threw a typical boxing jab with his right hand. Lokas countered by turning his body to his own right, so his left shoulder would soak up the impact of the jab and then wheeled around to throw a heavy counter-hook aimed for his opponent's jaw. It landed with jarring impact, throwing his opponent off his guard for a moment. The middle easterner took advantage of his advantage, throwing out a low diagonal kick to the side of the marine's knee. He nearly crumbled. However, marines are tougher than that but this one was hurting and had just taken a nasty blow to the head. He threw a blind, unbalanced haymaker at Lokas. Lokas deflected it easily, using a technique from his Krav Maga training known as bursting. He used the meaty part of his left forearm to strike the Marine's forearm at an angle, diverting the force and nullifying the blow. Simultaneously, Lokas took a step forward with his right foot and threw the weight of his body into a straight right punch to the Marine's nose. The crowd booed and hissed as cartilage snapped, blood began to flow down the marine's face, and he was knocked back against the ropes this time with far worse wounds than the swollen eye and busted lip Lokas was suffering.

Round two goes to sandy.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

Kerry grinned lazily as she watched the two men macho up. Tonight, was a good night, and even though she wasn't fighting, she was dressed for it. Think black gloves coated her hands, and a sports bra, and boxing shorts were her only attire. Well, that was besides, the 14 inch knife strapped to one leg, just in case, ya know?
Her grin widened as she let out a loud throaty laugh as the dark skinned man doused him self in beer. Tonight was going to be amusing, Kerry decided. She tugged at the plait of hair that ran down her back, making sure her whiskey colored locks were staying right where they should be.
As she called the round to start, she realized how outclassed the marine was against the stranger. Hell, he was bleeding all over her damn boxing ring from a bloody nose. She called the first round win, then went over to the man, making sure that she set his nose, despite his horrible language and whining like a fuckin' pansy.
"OY!" She yelled above the den, all the shrieking men quieting down for a moment, except for the bookie in the back.
"I wanta see a good fight, now. No weapons... But ya sure as 'ell betta play fuckin' dirty!" Kerry said, a wide grin across her face as she shouted out the last words, pumping up her now seemingly deranged audience beyond belief.
Let round three begin.

 

[Lokas Phoenix]

It was a matter of age, and training really. Lokas was youthful, fresh. Only twenty five years old and in perfect shape. He had come to the Philippines under his superior officer's orders to learn the native art of Eskrima. He'd been training every day since he hit the shore on the Philippines, and drilling to be combat ready every day before that.

This old expat? He was forty-two. He was a marine only in name. He'd forsaken his training for liquor, and traded his youth for a steadily developing beer gut.

Lokas had all the advantages in the world, and that young lady had just given him free reign to play as dirty as he liked. A crooked, sadistic smile panned across Lokas' facade. His lips turned up in a maniacal fashion, his teeth were stained with the blood oozing from his lip wound, and to put the cherry on his deranged visage, Lokas eyes were bloodshot to the point that his normally golden hues had taken on a sick tint of orange that made them look like smelting pots for brass. Glowing molten pits of fire and brass.

Lokas feinted a jab with his right, blondie fell for it. He tried Lokas own tactic of putting his shoulder in the way of a punch that wasn't coming. Incidentally, he also turned his body so his face was right in the path of the powerful roundhouse kick that Lokas was about to deliver. In a lucid moment, the marine managed to raise both his fists boxer-style to protect his face but the impact of the kick knocked him back, causing him to stumble.

Lokas capitalized on this moment. Throwing out more low, diagonal kicks to the man's knees. He was trying to knock the man to the ground to set him up for a finish move, but the not quite fat bastard was having none of it. He was hurting, that was obvious. The roundhouse had thrown him off balance and these kicks were doing nothing to help his wobbling back and forth. Finally, Blondie engaged in a last ditch move. He was the heavier man, so he lowered his head and tried to charge Lokas, wrestling style to bring him to the ground. It was a terrible, terrible error in judgment. Lokas had come to the Philippines to learn Eskrima, and now was the time to put it into practice. He used the technique known as Baliog Pomali. Lokas' left hand grabbed the wrist of Blondie's right arm, disallowing him from getting a grip on Lokas. His right arm went behind Blondie's head so that his elbow rested on the back of the Marine's neck. His hand went under the man's arm, essentially grabbing his armpit. Lokas brought the man to the mat with this technique, dropping to a kneel and bringing all of his weight and strength down with that elbow of his on the back of the man's neck.

It wasn't particularly surprising with the suddenness of this drop and the force applied to the back of the man's neck that a loud crack silenced the cheering audience and left only one man living in the ring. It didn't take a genius to deduce that Lokas had accidently killed the man, and it didn't take an expert to tell you that Lokas didn't much care either. He dropped the corpse like a sack of meat and stood up to take a few deep breaths. Finally, he raised his right hand in victory and grinned sadistically at the female referee.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

Kerry watched the fight with unrestrained glee. Right now, she was like a kid in a candy shop. Though the fight only took seconds to pass, the outcome was unrepairable. The Middle-eastern man had killed the marine with astounding ease, and was now grinning like an idiot at her. Damn.

Strolling over to him with a swagger, hands on her hips she pursed her lips. A silence had permeated the room, so the heavy breathing of the one man and the sound of her feet on the springy floor was the only soundtrack.
Stopping as she stood over the fighters, dead and alive, she clapped her hands in a perverse imitation of an applause.

"Hey, Michael!" She said offhandedly, "Do be a favor and get the dead man outta 'ere before he starts to stink."

As if summoned by name, the man, who happened to be her brother, jumped over the edge of the ring and grabbed the dead weight by his ankles, dragging him off to the far door. As he made his way there, the silent crowd parted like the red sea.

Her pale blue gaze, the color of a frozen pond turned back to the foreigner in front of her. He wasn't hard on the eyes, but could definitely use some cleaning up. Kerry's mouth turned up in a soft smile as she softened her pose, eying the man in front of her. Lightening quick, she spun and delivered a hard kick to his upper back the sent him face down on the man. With another kick, this time aimed squarely at his ribs, she forced him to flip over. The half smile was still painted across her face.

"You killed a man in my bar." she stated, staring down at him.

 

[Lokas Phoenix]

Lokas hadn't expected her of all people to hit him. Much less for her to hit him quite so damn hard. As he lay on her back looking up at her, his chin length hair sprawled all over his face. One hand raised to push the strands out of his face so he could get a better look at her. He stared at her for a good long moment, his eyes filled with the same battle-lust he'd been so consumed with moments ago. After a long, tense silence, he opened his mouth.

"This better not affect my pay."

He said simply. He had won the fight after all. Despite the fact she'd kicked him was nagging at the back of his brain, he was still clinging to the hope of money. Lokas rose from his spot on the floor and stood at his full six foot height before her. He could be rather imposing when he wanted to be, and the company before him was prone to wetting their knickers at the sight of big hairless brown man that seemed to ooze an aura of anal rape. Although, he doubted this young lass would be so spineless.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

Kerry watched him rise and laughed internally at the audacity of the man. Cocking an eyebrow she stepped closer so barely a foot of space was left between them. The man had balls, she'd give him that. One had, clothed in the fingerless gloves trailed down his collar bone and chest, across his stomach and resting on the waist band of his shorts. He was pretty cute, and his posture totally promised a rough, yet amazing time.

"Hmph. We'll see. Stay right where you are for now." Was all she said.

Turning back around she started yelling at people to clear out, show was over, it was done. pick your shit up and leave. After a round of bitching and a good bit of grumbling, Kerry managed to get everyone out of the basement other than herself and the winner of the fight. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she allowed her eyes to wander his body before hopping over the edge of the ring and made her way to the small bar in the basement to grab a drink.

"Now, don't just stand there like a dolt, come join me." Kerry said in his direction.

 

[Lokas Phoenix]

Lokas didn't need to be told twice. Although he did make a minor detour to the side of the ring where his friends (Who had been kicked out as well) had left him a towel. He took the long way around the ring towards the bar so he had time to dab some of the sweat off of himself by the time he sat his muscular ass down next to the young lady with the funny accent.

"You're not from around here. European?"

He said as a flat statement, followed up by a guess. At this point in time, he'd just wrapped the towel around his head like a bandanna in hopes of diverting most of the sweat away from his face.

"Also, do you have any good scotch? I haven't been able to find any since I got here."

Lokas sighed almost melodramatically, in a way that almost made you want to pity the man for such misfortune as to be out of scotch. Almost. Until you remember the fact he just killed a dude not five minutes ago with a smile on his head.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

Lounging back on the bar, one hand dipped down behind the edge and came back out with a nice, new bottle of Oban whiskey, the best in the world, in her opinion. Made in Scotland, in used Jack Daniel's barrels gave it an excellent taste. With huff she grabbed two shot glasses and cracked open the alcohol, pouring them both a liberal shot. Tonight might just be a long night with the way things were going around here.

Downing hers in a swift move she poured another before eye-ing the towel that covered his head.

"Ireland, boyo. And you aren't gettin' paid." Kerry stated in a conversational tone.

 

[Lokas Phoenix]

Lokas took a sip of his shot for taste, then knocked it back like a pro. He lost his towel though when he threw his head back like that. He looked over his shoulder, contemplated picking the towel up and then realized he didn't care enough. There were more important matters at hand. Like the fact that he wasn't getting paid. Gently, almost too gently, he set his shot glass back down and idly eyed the wall behind the bar.

"You saw how they bet miss. All their money was on the guy that lost. You should've raked in a killing from that fight, and seeing as I won it for you against the house favorite, I deserve my cut."

His gaze turned back to her. Cold, calculating. The kinda gaze that you'd expect of a guy who just killed another guy a few minutes ago.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

Kerry let out a soft yawn in response to his question. Sipping the scotch, she paid close attention to the burn of it as it slid down her throat with ease. She knew she was making the man beside her angry. She also knew he could probably kill her if he wanted. And she knew that she was really just trying to get him riled up. Tilting her head to the side, her braid draped over one shoulder as she watched him carefully, before grinning widely.

"I'm just Joshin' ya. You'll get your pay." Kerry said with a chuckle.

Laying her head back on the bar she closed her eyes with a sigh, as if the man beside her was as docile as a lamb, and obviously meant her no threat. Even though, the truth was the opposite of her reaction.

 

[Lokas Phoenix]

She was pissing Lokas off. The yawn, the bored expression, the sigh. It was like he was nothing to her. Although the fact he was getting paid placated him a bit, her attitude was absolutely infuriating. He wanted to slap the bored expression off her face but that'd be rather rude and it'd probably cut into his whole money situation. Lokas was nothing if not a gentleman, and would never think of doing something so rude. He demonstrated this point by reaching down to run his fingers over her bare knee, up her leg, and finally to that knife of her's. He pulled it from it's sheath and admired it dim lighting of the basement.

"Pretty big blade for a pretty little girl."

He grunted more than spoke. Then instead of handing it back to her, slammed the tip a good half inch into the bar counter and gave her a coy grin, daring her to tell him off for damaging her property.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

Kerry narrowed her eyes at him but allowed him to take the knife. Hell, if he killed her he wasn't getting any money. She watched as he admired the blade, and gave little to no reaction as he slammed it into the counter. Seeing as it was just a small mark to the amount of massive injuries the bar had taken over time, she really didn't give a flying fuck.

"My oh my. Aren't we just the big bad wolf. Ya' wanna show me your teeth while your at it?" Kerry said, her voice sarcastically dry.

Kerry reached out and flicked the knife with a finger, rolling her eyes before sitting up straight and stretching. It was late. She was bored. And he was a jack ass.

 

[Lokas Phoenix]

Lokas lashed out, lightning quick. His hands grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, suddenly he stood, and practically pressed his nigh nude body against her's. That same sadistic grin passed over his lips as he leaned forward and spoke softly into her ear.

"Damn straight I'm the big bad wolf, now how about a bite little red riding hood?"

He said with a soft chuckle before biting down hard on the rim of her ear and pressing his body against her's to shove her back against the bar.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

Kerry gasped, not exactly expecting this reaction. Before she knew it her hands where above her head and she was pressed tightly against his body. With a sound that shared some resemblance to a snarl she lashed out and bit his upper chest, seeing as it was the closest thing to her mouth, and she bit hard.

When roughly pressed back against the bar, she let go of his chest to throw her back in an arch so she was basically laying on the bar. She twisted her right arm and pulled her arm out of his grasp where his thumb and fingers met. Reaching back she grabbed the closest liquor bottle and smashed it against his side as hard as she could.

"Little red ridin' hood, ain't in the mood." Kerry gasped out, as he bit at her ear.

 

[Lokas Phoenix]

Lokas pinned her other arm to the surface of the bar counter and grunted loudly as he was struck by the bottle. It didn't shatter, but fuck did it hurt and it would leave a bruise without a doubt. His head whipped up now, she was fighting back. Although he'd already disarmed her of her knife in a delightfully clever move. As she cocked her arm back for another strike with the bottle, he reached out to grab her wrist once more and pin it to the bar's top where escape would be nigh impossible thanks to his greater strength.

"You've got an awful lot of fight for such a little girl."

He said with a dark laugh, looking down into her face now and wedging his knee between her legs to spread them. He was grinning, such a big cheshire smile at her. His eyes studied her own, watching every little twitchy reaction.​

 

[[Alyafae]]

"Go fuck yerself." She snarled at him, writhing and tugging at his hold. It was times like these, it made her superbly mad that she was this small. With a coy grin she upped one of her legs and wrapped it behind his back so it was resting against his skin, right it in the curve of the lower back. She was infuriated now, though some small part of her enjoyed it, she was pissed the fuck off.

"So now you have me, good job mate. Pickin' on smaller girls" Kerry taunted him.

With a quick movement, she swung out her leg that was around his leg, and brought it back down hard. Her heel hitting right where his kidney would be.