LL versus Lyle

[The Lounge Lizard]

It is time.

[Grand Admiral Lyle]

Walks in with in his sayain warrior uniform, bows to LL and greets him.

Good Evening LL, it has been a while since we have fought. But I wish you the best of luck. Whenever you are ready.

[The Lounge Lizard]

Good luck to you as well.

:: LL faces Lyle, and curtly bows, his hands clasping over and forming the traditional Shen Lung salute, cupped left hand over right fist. LL keeps his eyes on Lyle, and unclips "Shenlong's Fang" from his belt. The blade leaps out like a demon from Hell, burning the air around it. LL paces around Lyle, eyeing him, but more importantly, being patient. A bead of sweat rolls down Lyle's eyebrow, and he blinks at it. LL strikes. ::

YEEEAAAAH!!!!

:: LL swings his saber in a wide, vicious arc, the brutal momentum of the blade sends Lyle reeling. Lyle maxes himself out to block the force of the blade, bracing every muscle in his body to stop the cascading torrent of power being driven at him with relentless intent. LL begins to back Lyle against a wall, and Lyle plants his foot on the wall, using the leverage to his advantage. LL brings his saber high, and sees Lyle's bracing. He swings down, and relaxes his wrist. The momentum slips LL's arm underneath Lyle's powerful block, and LL connects with the hilt of the saber, pummeling Lyle in the stomach. Lyle loses control of his feet as he falls, struggling not to vomit from the trauma, but he begins to lose control, and doubles over, throwing up across the floor. He raises up barely in time to block yet another strike ::

[Grand Admiral Lyle]

:: Takes out a tissue and wipes his mouth ::
Nice wasn't expecting that.
:: Firmly plants both feet on the ground and kicks his legs around his side and lifts his arms up swinging his legs, making circles on the floor. Suddenly Lyle sweeps LL from under his feet and jumps up. Then while LL is in midair Lyle suddenly spins hard to his right making a spiral in the air and kicks LL in the stomach and he is sent down on the floor hard. Both men get up and charge at each other, each throwing and blocking punches and kicks left and right. LL accidently over extends his thrust and Lyle slams his knee into LL and then force throws him into a nearby wall. LL gets up and wipes the blood off of the cut now on his forehead. LL quickly reignites his saber and lunges at Lyle. Lyle ignites one end of his double bladed lightsaber and blocks. Both men continue to battle, LL suddenly fakes a move and Lyle falls for it. LL then sweeps Lyle off his feet and goes to kick him. Lyle quickly jumps out of the way and goes to sweep LL, but LL backflips out of the way. Both men now stand facing each other with their lightsabers burning. Lyle then ignites the other end of his lightsaber and stands ready to go again. ::

[Bounty Hunter Dreyas]

:: All of a sudden, a huge Gunboat flies into the arena ::
Hmm...
:: Steps out of his ship ::
I want to help. Let me help! One of you!

[Grand Admiral Lyle]

Umm dreyas this is part of a tournament you will have to leave there can be no outside interference.

[Grand Adm Thrawn]

dreyas you ruin everyones threads you show up in

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: LL deactivates his saber until Dreyas leaves ::

Shall we resume?

:: LL ignites his saber and throws it high into the air. Distracted by the saber, Lyle looks up...and LL rushes at him. Lyle moves to swing his saber at LL, but LL's speed gets him in close. He swings his right hand in a swinging gate block, stopping Lyle's forearm, and the blade within inches from his head. With his left hand, LL draws his fingers into a sword-hand technique, and thrusts into the crook of Lyle's arm, pinching a nerve, and forcing Lyle to drop his lightsaber. Lyle, in desperation, headbutts LL, cutting a large gash in his forehead. LL looks up at Lyle with wild eyes, as ribbons of blood pour down his face. With his left hand still against Lyle's armpit, LL swings across Lyle's midline, using a tiger claw technique to rake across his face. Lyle groans as LL's nails rake lightly into his flesh, leaving streaks of red. LL holds Lyle's head prone away from him, and brings his right hand underneath, to grab the collar of Lyle's shirt firmly. LL pulls his tiger hand from Lyle's face and grabs the other side of his collar. With both hands holding Lyle's collar, LL pulls his arms in opposite directions, spinning Lyle to face away from LL, and putting Lyle in a hideous Gi-lock. LL lowers his center of gravity, forcing Lyle to arch his back. The Grand Admiral can feel the blood being cut off like a vice from his brain, as he looks up....to see LL's saber he threw in the air coming down....straight at him. With a heroic burst of strength, Lyle jumps, flipping over LL's head, freeing himself from the Gi-lock. Lyle falls to his knees and gasps, as LL's saber plunges into the cement floor...missing him by a few inches. Lyle makes it to his feet as LL calls his saber to him via the force ::

You're a true Saiyajin indeed.

[Grand Admiral Lyle]

:: wipes off his face ::
:: Smiles, "Yes indeed you are truly remarkable sayain LL." Lyle flips over LL and as he lands he kicks him in the stomach. LL is sent flying into another wall. LL quickly gets up and rushes at Lyle. Lyle then uses the force to lift LL up in the air. Lyle flies over to him and LL breaks free of Lyle's grip. Both continue to exchange blows and then Lyle quickly chops LL with both hands on the side of his neck cutting off the bloodflow to his brain. Lyle starts to punch and kick LL rapidly, Lyle agian chops LL neck and relases the lock letting the blood flow back to the brain. LL dizzy from the light headedness, is barely able to block Lyle's punches. suddenly Lyle kicks him in the stomach and and then knees him in the face. LL starts to stumble backwards. Lyle flips over LL and kicks him in the small of his back, Lyle again flips over LL and drives his knee into LL's gut and them clinches both fist together and slams them hard on LL's back and sends him flying into the ground. Lyle wipes the blood off of his face again and enraged uses the force to pick up LL and fling him into a nearby wall. As LL his sliding down Lyle charges at LL but LL dodges and Lyle rebounds off the wall and lands. LL seeking his chance grabs Lyle and wraps his arms around Lyle's locking themn tight to where he can't get out. LL then Headbutts Lyle hard where his gash is. LL does this for about 5 more times. Lyle rests his head on LL's shoulder trying to stay awake suddenly Lyle regains momentum and rears back and headbutts LL hard and rears back and does this 6 more times. A gash forms over LL's left eye. LL brings his knee up to slam into Lyle's ribs but Lyle blocks with his other leg and Lyle rears back again and headbutts LL hard. Then Lyle breaks free of LL's grip and punches LL right in the nose. Blood starts to come from LL's nose. Both men stand there tired, bleeding, and trying to stay concious.

[Grand Admiral Lyle]

Sorry to cut this short but I have to get off for the rest of the night so could you go ahead and give us the results.

[The Lounge Lizard]

Well, we've dispensed with the pleasantries, I see.

:: LL stumbles up to his feet, and charges Lyle, taking him to the floor in a bulldog takedown. Lyle's skull hits the ground hard, jarring his brain and causing his pupils to dialate...showing his severe concussion. LL smiles, and drives both of his hands in hammer blows onto Lyle breaking his collarbone in two clean hits. Lyle begins breathing in broken breaths, his lungs slightly punctured by the broken collarbone. Lyle swings at LL, and LL arches his back, moving out of the fist's range, and pouncing on the arm before Lyle can pull it back into chamber. LL drives the arm into Lyle's other shoulder, keeping him from moving it, and with a coiled left foot, begins to mule kick Lyle's exposed kidney. Kick after kick is landed, until the flesh is tender to the touch. Dark blood, almost black, is coughed up by Lyle. LL stands up, and Lyle struggles to do the same. LL drops into a front stance, and sends Lyle crashing into a reinforced concrete wall with a front press kick. The kick lands so hard that Lyle's jaw snaps shut, knocking 3 teeth out. He leaves an impression in the wall from the impact. Lyle begins to slump, but LL calls his saber with the Force, ignites it, throws it into the air, and hits the base of the hilt head-on with a side kick, sending the saber at Lyle like a spear, skewering Lyle in the shoulder, and pinning him to the wall. ::

[The Lounge Lizard]

Okay, its concluded.

Good match, Lyle....

[Darth Turbogeek]

Close this one.

The winner is......

[Darth Turbogeek]

Excellent quality fight again. I wish it had continued longer.

Unfortuantly, Lounge Lizard is the winner.

Unfortunate? Yes, that another excellent player is out.

Both you, well done.

[The Lounge Lizard]

WOO HOO!!!

[Grand Admiral Lyle]

Good Fight LL, Sorry guys I too wish it could have lasted longer but I just now got a chance to sneak back on to see the results.
Congrats LL.

[The Lounge Lizard]

I'd be lying if I said that wasn't one of the best fights I've been in. Very imaginative, quick, and powerful.

Very good work.