Eugene vs Maroe
@ChelonianCommander @aryamajor
Eugene smiles and woots as he eagerly jumps into the ring. "Alright let's kick some ass!" He said, pulling up the sleeves of his hoodie. It was shame they were confined to the one ring, but it wasn't that big of a deal. He had many ways to win and many stratgies to make that happen. "Now let's see who's this poor asshole really is."
Maroe had no idea who Eugene was, but considering most everyone was already paired off, she assumed it was the guy waiting expectantly in the last ring on the left. She pulled off her over sized sweatshirt revealing a band camp t-shirt and then captured her thick, light red hair into a bun before jumping into the opposite side of the ring from the boy. It was insane to think these teachers just wanted them to duke it out on the first day. Professor X would have been proud at least. Standing across from from him, she gave him a timid, but friendly smile. "Hi. Eugene, I hope? "
"Hell yeah. I'm the guy whose....Hmm....you know you don't look like the type of person who has a kickable ass." He comments as he looks over Maroe. She wasn't much to look at. Honestly he was hoping that he would get paired up with that maxster guy and kick his ass for being such a loudmouth. She just looks like the type of person who wouldn't even know how to throw a punch if she really wanted to. With that in mind he lets down his guard. "So.....this is awkward. You....can you even fight? Like what can you even do?" He asks
She shifted her weight, feeling a bit awkward and shrugged. "I guess I'll have t' find out. I don't actually want t' hurt you. Some first assignment right?" Depsite her nerves, she curled her fists and held them up ready to for the sparring to begin. There had been a few fist fights back in Baton Rouge when the hazers and mutant haters came calling. She'd held her own then. How could this be much different?
"Ok so since you're a chick" he hopes at least "How about you get the first punch? It's only right to be chivalrous." The arrogant Eugene added. He knew 'basic' fighting by watching boxing matches on the TVs in department stores and had some experence fighting other people that weren't mutants but it was experience nonetheless. He was sure that he would be able to beat this girl in no time flat, but the big question is can he do it without seeming like an asshole to Kylie.
This guy was something else. Chivalry? It was hard to tell if he was being serious or making fun of her southern background, made evident by her slight and probably permanent accent. Either way, it was a bit annoying. "Hmm...alright then." Maroe took a running start and tackled Eugene with her shoulder in his chest, driving him into the ground then grabbed his arms flipping him over, to sink her knee into his spine as she pinned his arms. The muscle built from playing her cello came in handy as she used her body weight to keep him face first into the ground.
Eugene wasn't sure if the girl would do against him and he certainly wasn't expecting her to charge towards him in what seemed like a fool's errand. He prepared himself to counter this Maroe, but was not prepared for her greater then expected speed and agility as she tackled him and got him on his chest and getting him in a hold. "God damn girl! You're more scrappy then I expected!" He complimented. Now he knows she could probably hold her own in a close quarters fight, at least against anyone that isn't him. She wasn't anything compared to his superior strength as he rolls over, easily throwing Maroe off and quickly reversing the situation. He pins her on her back by holding down both her wrists and using his legs to keep her waist locked down. "Unfortunate for you, hand to hand is pretty much a death sentence against me."
Maroe let him talk as he wanted, almost laughing as he seemed so surprised, until he reversed pinning her with his weight on her wrists and imbolizing her waist. The shoulder check hurt more than she expected. Usually, people were a little softer than she expected. Was his power super strength? Tough skin? It was hard to tell. Now, his weight was started to make her wrists ache some as she leaned over to chat some more. His words made her grey eyes snap up to meet his. "I wouldn't say things like that," she replied, "It's not something a gentleman should say t' a lady." It was a warning, and she didn't know how many she could give if he kept it up. With a swift movement, she slid her left hand along the concrete, scraping the back of her hand, but throwing his balance forward. Then she brought her opposite knee up to his butt, bumping him further forward and flipping him again so she could roll away.
Maroe managed to wriggle her way from his grasp, and got him on the floor. He quickly recovers, jumping to his feet as he saw her rolling away. "Heh. You seem like the type of girl who knows how to handle herself in fight. So no you won't get any more gentlemanly acts from me. Just the one." He said and he prepared for a counter attack. He removes his hoodie, as to keep it from being torn in the fight and spoke as he did so. "So Maroe, if I may ask, have you ever been stung by a guy's tongue before?" He asks her, throwing his hoodie out of the ring, and leaving his torso exposed.
Eugene was quite a talker during a fight and normally that might have gotten him beaten or worse. Still she humored him, more for the concern of what she would do if he came at her and an accident happened. This was her first fight since leaving Baton Rouge. When he took off his hoodie it was evident why the shoulder check hurt more than it should have. His skin was glossy and hard like a bug exoskeleton or even a clam shell. No wonder he had been so heavy. It also meant that punching him was probably out of the question. A shock of nerves at that realization buzzed through her. Now,what was she going to do? The next quip from him, changed her expression from concentration to slightly disgusted, her nose curling. Who asks something like that? "I don't kiss and tell," she replied.
"Cool. So you won't tell anyone if I tongued you right?" He teased before bring up his fists to around chest level and began to start up another conversation, trying to goad her. "So I must ask, are you new at this or are you simply experimenting with some new tricks?" He teased.
"I don't think I'll be boasting that you were interested in doing anything with me." Her voice was cool even if her nerves were live wires. It was hard to tell if he was saying these things to throw her off or his tongue really had powers. His chest was weird enough looking as it was and she would feel bad for any girl he got ahold of with a powered mouth on top of that. "I don't fight for fun, if that's what you're asking. As for experiments, that's not something I want to do with a classmate." She held her fists at the ready, the scrape on her hand stinging as it welled with dots of blood.
"So you're saying you did stuff before, just not with classmates. Oh well look at you Ms. Scandel. And here I thought you were just a southern belle looking for the right man to tongue her. Maybe you would like it if I gave you a nice tonguing. Hell I'd even give you a tonguing right now if you want." He teased, giving her a smile and a flirty wink. He knew what he was doing. Hopefully he can get her to do something stupid enough for him to stick her with his stinger and give her a dose of paralyzing poison.
Maroe stared at Eugene completely unsure on how to respond to that for a moment. It was just flat out gross. There was no way she could hit this guy and it have any effect and her mind was scrambling with ways to take him down without using anything extreme. Even if he was trying to goad her. "Well, that one way t' make a girl speechless an' not in the way you were intendin'," she winced finally,"And teasing isn't such a good idea. If it's really a roll you want, you're gonna have t' come get it." She'd do her best to grapple him down like anyone else.
"You sure about that Maroe? Don't want to hurt you and leave you speechless afterwards." He replies. Eugene slowly moves fowards, inching in as Maroe spoke to her, talking the entire way in order to keep her from figuring out what he was doing. "Besides I wouldn't dare hurt a sweet lady like you. Bright eyes, lovely figure, smells like a bundle of roses. You're just the definetion of southern classiness aren't you?" He teased
He was inching toward her which was at least a change from standing sending the most bizarre pickup lines or the worst shot at goading her she'd ever heard. If she had been so easy to poke into a fight, there is no way she would have lived where she did for so long. Still, he felt the need to continue talking as he closed the gap. She didn't care if he came closer. It would only make the fight end sooner and they could get out of the ring relatively alive. "C'mon if you're coming...sugar," she replied, throwing in the pet name with a roll of her eyes.
"Only if you want to spend the next 3 hours limp as a noodle." He replied before jumping forward trying to grab her arm, clothes, anything really that he can use to pull her in. Holding on wasn't an issue as he could simply use his gecko pads on his hands to keep a good grip on her, but he couldn't punch or kick her, or else he might risk dangerously injuring her so he needs to do the next best thing and try to get her within biting distance and paralyze her without actually attacking Maroe.
"I doubt you're that good with a woman," Maroe replied through gritted teeth as he grappled her. His hands grabbed at her forearms, pulling at her shirt feeling sticky somehow. She shivered but managed to dodge the first grab. The second one caught one of her hands at the elbow, so she stepped toward him, spinning around him rather than away then same arm to climb to his back, her legs wrapping around his waist. His sticky hand still had her arm, but she was on top with his throat nestled tightly in the crook of her elbow. If she could squeeze hard enough, maybe he would knock out without a fuss.
Maroe had him in a chokehold, but all the better for him. She didn't take him out fast enough and gave Eugene enough time to finish the battle. He was still stronger then her and Maroe tried to use the same trick twice, getting him in a grapple that is. He used his free arm to grab at where Mareo's elbow crook was and used his gecko pads to get a hold on the arm before pulling it off just enough for him to be within biting distance. He opens his mouth to let his tongue out and reveals that it is no longer a wide flat tongue of a human but now a long straw like appendage that is controlled as easily as a normal tongue. The tongue quickly darts to Maroe's exposed skin and fired off a harpoon filled with paralyzing venom faster then one can blink into Maroe's arm. The venom quickly spreads from the point of contact, causing paralysis in the affected arm and travels through her system at frightening speeds, numbing her muscles, then paralyzing her body, making it so that she would only have a few seconds to react and move before her body would be fully paralyzed.
"Ew, did you just lick me?" she hissed, as she tightened her grip. Quickly, she realized whatever he had done burned her arm and the burn was spreading like a wild fire, numbing as it flared. A paralyzing tongue? Not good. Her body was starting to panic under the poison attack, as her heart beat faster and faster. "No...no..." Already the pulling sensation was starting as the fear built, compounding on itself. It started with what she was closest to always and the more she tried to wrestle it under control the worse it became. A terrible feeling would begin to prickle over Eugene's skin like a a rusty nail clawing down tender flesh, only in patches at first as his clothes began to turn to dust, seeming to unravel at the seams. His shoes began to disentegrate along with the concrete below them. Her body was completely numb, but she was entirely awake and that wouldn't stop the power. She couldn't make her arms obey to let him go as her ability started to dig in.
"What the hell is going on?!" Eugene thought as his pants and sandles began to disintergrate before his eyes. He didn't want to know if the same thing was going to happen to him, probably in fact since he felt a painful sensation going down his skin. He needed to end the battle soon and at this point, if he kills her then he'll need to suffer the consiquences, but he hoped it won't come to that. Eugene pulls off the arm that was keeping him in the hold just enough for him to pull his head forward then he slams backwards, hitting her in the head with the force of a pro-wrestler punching her in the chin, courasy of the rhino genes, trying to get her off him and to knock her off. Worst case scenario he'll need to give her another dose of venom, but that might just kill her as the venom was strong enough to stop someone's heart if too much was given. He put a lot of faith in his ability to knock out this girl by slamming his head into her own.
By that point Maroe was more than ready for the fight to be over. Not because she wanted to give up, but because the out of control whirling in her mind made her nauseous even if her entire body was limp. She couldn't even tell him to run if she wanted to. Instead, of dropping her and running away from her, he flipped her over by the arm with a hard jolt. The immediate impact felt like nothing, and the head butt left her dizzy with her ears ringing. He'd hit hard she was sure, but it was the motion of the brain inside the skull that rendered someone unconcious rather than the force of a blow. It would have been far better to choke her out. Numb and dizzy, her eyes swiveled to him in wild desperation as her power continued to expand beyond her control until a thump hit her in the neck, not something that Eugene had done at all. Instead, Mr. Carthan was standing on the edge of the pit, his specalized pistol leveled, having just put a dart in the girl's neck with expert aim. Maroe's eyes rolled back into her head, and the power field emitting from her ebbed away. "Good Eugene, though might I suggest you not taunt a matter manipulator. Particularly, one that's already killed 12 people." The teacher put his weapon away, having put a stop to the girl before things got out of hand on the first day. She was one he would have to keep is eye on among others. "Just leave her in the pit and go clean up for the next round," he waved, before walking away.
Eugene crawls out from underneath Maroe, with his pants destroyed from the knee down and his sandals completely disintergrated. "Yeah. Next round. Right funny joke. I'm going to find another change of pants and another pair of sandals." He told the teach, grabbed his hoodie and left the ring. Before he left, he turn back to look ar Maroe and then turned to the teach. "Hey Maroe's gonna be fine right? Cause I harpooned her and injected some really powerful venom. Then you darted her. She's not going to like....die right?" He asks
"If you are out in the field, you may not have the luxury of finding new clothes," Carthan relpied, "So long as you don't go back to the main campus for new clothes, I don't care where you find them. " The second question caught him off guard a little and he raised a dark brow at Euguene. "Interesting. Ms. Lareux will wake up with a nasty headache courtesy of the serum and your own tactics. She will not die."
Interesting? What was so interesting about being worried for someone who's been venom harpooned then tranqilized? Still it was nice to know that Maroe isn't going to die or at to least hear it from the teach. "Good to hear. Try not to work to hard." He joked before walking off with his belongings. It seems as if he won't be able to find any new pants anytime soon so he might as well go and see how Kylie was doing. He slings his hoodie over his shoulder and goes off after her scent.
Winner: Eugene