Battle at Calming Fields [Open]
Aug 4, 2014 17:56:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2014 17:56:21 GMT -5
This was it. This was it. This was it. THIS WAS IT!
All the way from her toes to her fingertips she could feel it. This was it. Every shift in the air made her body shiver. She stood on tiptoe hoping to stream some of her jitters elsewhere, and bouncing up and down on her toes was a good redirection of focus. Not that her excitement was uncalled for, everyone else in the crowd (aside from a few girlfriends and mother unhappy about being dragged out to do something other than shopping) couldn’t contain themselves. Even though nothing was happening at the moment a scream occasionally escaped someone’s mouth and was echoed by another and rippled through. Kammi, engulfed in the sea of excitement, participated as well. Her hands went up high and a good hollering whoop bellowed from her lips.
If you enjoyed fighting, not brawling, high quality skilled fighting, this was the world to come to. Years ago Kammi had come onto Osis on an odd job errand and discovered the world of ultimate fighting by chance. There isn’t much of a military on Osis, but their main international connection is sports, and their sports revolve around fighting. There are all kinds, but nothing matches the free form style of ultimate fighting. The athletes become their best celebrities, and role models. These aren’t fighters who are all gruff and brawls, these are suit wearing role models who have made something of themselves and understand they are the people everyone looks up to. And ultimate fighting is at the top.
The crowd screamed, beyond any accidental escaped sounds. Kammi was not a tall person and surrounded in a crowd of full grown men she couldn’t stand it anymore. “EXCUSE ME!” she yelled as she reached one hand onto the shoulder of the closest man and pushed herself up, so that she had one foot on his shoulder and her other on someone else’s. Kammi was agile and well balanced, and the men she chose seemed to be able to hold their own weight (even though between the two of them they were each only holding roughly 50 lbs each), so her current position was optimal for seeing the approaching celebrities.
Five fighters dressed in suits stepped out a limo, over the path and across the stage. Kammi was disappointed with their guest list, until there he was, the fourth of their guests. Ai Pli, 26 years old, 5’4”, 140lbs. This was the man for Kammi. She imagined fighting him, so many of the men she fought prided themselves on strength, but Pli was small and agile. It was rare someone could keep up with Kammi’s speed, and even Pli might not be able to, but a combination of his defensive and offensive skills could possibly best her. Fights with him were always amazing, while Kammi enjoyed a good face pummel, grace and movement turned her on like no other. It was why even though she could control earth and it movements, she couldn’t feel as much of a connection to it like the easy flow of air.
Above everyone else in the crowd, Kammi could just run up and touch him is she so wished. However, that wasn’t really her plan. The rally began, each fighter coming to the front and trying to hype up the crowd more than the last. By the time Pli was handed the mic the crowd was a deafening roar and they couldn’t possibly get any louder. As the shortest of the group, Pli dwindled behind them, almost invisible until he began to speak. A thundering voice that commanded attention, suddenly everyone fell silent. Kammi never could remember the specifics of his short but effective speech, but by the end she felt a great urge to climb on that stage and, you know, maybe just make out with him a bit. However, she fell silent. Kammi patted the head of the man with her right foot, “Thank you my helpful steed for letting me use your height, however I must take my leave.” Kammi dropped down back into the crowd that now returned to being rambunctious.
Kammi swerved through the people, heading out to the right of the crowd and beyond the stage. She saw the limo they rod in, and no she wasn’t a fan who wanted to climb in, instead she went across the street and up the storm ladder of the four story building to the roof. Once there, Kammi sat on the ledge to watch the rest of the show. The last fighter spoke, and then the pairs that would fight initially stepped forward and shook hands, and bowed. After another thirty minutes they bowed and walked back off stage to their limo. Tonight and the rest of the nights for the next week would be the main excitement. The limo began to drive away, and Kammi followed, but from the rooftops. The fighters always stayed in the guestrooms below the arena, which meant they would be going in the rear entrance by the alley.
Kammi moved faster than the limo, not confined to the slow city streets. She waited for the limo the pull in, and she made the entrance she had planned all along. A few feet after it pulled into the alley Kammi jumped off the roof, just a couple feet in front of it and put both hands out, readying herself to stop the car if it didn’t stop first. It haulted just a few inches from her. One hand came into her hip, and theother pointed directly at the car. She couldn’t see the people inside, but she knew they would (well she hoped) they could hear her. At the top of her voice, she bellowed at the limo. “Ai Pli! My name is Kamlyn Gallo and I challenged you to a battle outside the arena! I will fight you first! If you choose to challenge me in return I will be waiting in the Calming Fields outside the city in two hours!”
After that small speech Kammi had planned on a peace out exit and a salute, instead she was bombarded. Distracted in the moment, she didn’t notice the door open and security guards come out. Four guards suddenly hit into her side and she fell in the shock. Kammi struggled for two seconds, before deciding to keep a bit of her grace and allow them to drag her out. She was limp, being carried with a hand under either arm and her feet making marks in the dirt of the alley. The two guards holing her chucked her out into the street with ease. Kammi could just make out Pli as he looked in her direction before entering the building.
Kammi wasn’t discouraged, she stood up, dusted herself off a bit and began to walk in the direction of the Calming Fields. Her legs went out a bit further than normal, her arms swung, and she almost felt like humming. There was no guarantee that her invite would be accepted, but even if it wasn’t, Pli had heard her, seen her, even knew her name! So the skip was necessary to match her mood, even if unearned. So she strolled toward Calming Fields, slowly but surely.
All the way from her toes to her fingertips she could feel it. This was it. Every shift in the air made her body shiver. She stood on tiptoe hoping to stream some of her jitters elsewhere, and bouncing up and down on her toes was a good redirection of focus. Not that her excitement was uncalled for, everyone else in the crowd (aside from a few girlfriends and mother unhappy about being dragged out to do something other than shopping) couldn’t contain themselves. Even though nothing was happening at the moment a scream occasionally escaped someone’s mouth and was echoed by another and rippled through. Kammi, engulfed in the sea of excitement, participated as well. Her hands went up high and a good hollering whoop bellowed from her lips.
If you enjoyed fighting, not brawling, high quality skilled fighting, this was the world to come to. Years ago Kammi had come onto Osis on an odd job errand and discovered the world of ultimate fighting by chance. There isn’t much of a military on Osis, but their main international connection is sports, and their sports revolve around fighting. There are all kinds, but nothing matches the free form style of ultimate fighting. The athletes become their best celebrities, and role models. These aren’t fighters who are all gruff and brawls, these are suit wearing role models who have made something of themselves and understand they are the people everyone looks up to. And ultimate fighting is at the top.
The crowd screamed, beyond any accidental escaped sounds. Kammi was not a tall person and surrounded in a crowd of full grown men she couldn’t stand it anymore. “EXCUSE ME!” she yelled as she reached one hand onto the shoulder of the closest man and pushed herself up, so that she had one foot on his shoulder and her other on someone else’s. Kammi was agile and well balanced, and the men she chose seemed to be able to hold their own weight (even though between the two of them they were each only holding roughly 50 lbs each), so her current position was optimal for seeing the approaching celebrities.
Five fighters dressed in suits stepped out a limo, over the path and across the stage. Kammi was disappointed with their guest list, until there he was, the fourth of their guests. Ai Pli, 26 years old, 5’4”, 140lbs. This was the man for Kammi. She imagined fighting him, so many of the men she fought prided themselves on strength, but Pli was small and agile. It was rare someone could keep up with Kammi’s speed, and even Pli might not be able to, but a combination of his defensive and offensive skills could possibly best her. Fights with him were always amazing, while Kammi enjoyed a good face pummel, grace and movement turned her on like no other. It was why even though she could control earth and it movements, she couldn’t feel as much of a connection to it like the easy flow of air.
Above everyone else in the crowd, Kammi could just run up and touch him is she so wished. However, that wasn’t really her plan. The rally began, each fighter coming to the front and trying to hype up the crowd more than the last. By the time Pli was handed the mic the crowd was a deafening roar and they couldn’t possibly get any louder. As the shortest of the group, Pli dwindled behind them, almost invisible until he began to speak. A thundering voice that commanded attention, suddenly everyone fell silent. Kammi never could remember the specifics of his short but effective speech, but by the end she felt a great urge to climb on that stage and, you know, maybe just make out with him a bit. However, she fell silent. Kammi patted the head of the man with her right foot, “Thank you my helpful steed for letting me use your height, however I must take my leave.” Kammi dropped down back into the crowd that now returned to being rambunctious.
Kammi swerved through the people, heading out to the right of the crowd and beyond the stage. She saw the limo they rod in, and no she wasn’t a fan who wanted to climb in, instead she went across the street and up the storm ladder of the four story building to the roof. Once there, Kammi sat on the ledge to watch the rest of the show. The last fighter spoke, and then the pairs that would fight initially stepped forward and shook hands, and bowed. After another thirty minutes they bowed and walked back off stage to their limo. Tonight and the rest of the nights for the next week would be the main excitement. The limo began to drive away, and Kammi followed, but from the rooftops. The fighters always stayed in the guestrooms below the arena, which meant they would be going in the rear entrance by the alley.
Kammi moved faster than the limo, not confined to the slow city streets. She waited for the limo the pull in, and she made the entrance she had planned all along. A few feet after it pulled into the alley Kammi jumped off the roof, just a couple feet in front of it and put both hands out, readying herself to stop the car if it didn’t stop first. It haulted just a few inches from her. One hand came into her hip, and theother pointed directly at the car. She couldn’t see the people inside, but she knew they would (well she hoped) they could hear her. At the top of her voice, she bellowed at the limo. “Ai Pli! My name is Kamlyn Gallo and I challenged you to a battle outside the arena! I will fight you first! If you choose to challenge me in return I will be waiting in the Calming Fields outside the city in two hours!”
After that small speech Kammi had planned on a peace out exit and a salute, instead she was bombarded. Distracted in the moment, she didn’t notice the door open and security guards come out. Four guards suddenly hit into her side and she fell in the shock. Kammi struggled for two seconds, before deciding to keep a bit of her grace and allow them to drag her out. She was limp, being carried with a hand under either arm and her feet making marks in the dirt of the alley. The two guards holing her chucked her out into the street with ease. Kammi could just make out Pli as he looked in her direction before entering the building.
Kammi wasn’t discouraged, she stood up, dusted herself off a bit and began to walk in the direction of the Calming Fields. Her legs went out a bit further than normal, her arms swung, and she almost felt like humming. There was no guarantee that her invite would be accepted, but even if it wasn’t, Pli had heard her, seen her, even knew her name! So the skip was necessary to match her mood, even if unearned. So she strolled toward Calming Fields, slowly but surely.