Marionette Owl VS Holden Strife (closed)
 

Good Mr. Owl observed the room about him. There were four or five scientist corpses lying about, some on the floor, and some on tables. Most of them were hollow for the most part, or even missing limbs, as Marionette had used them to create dolls, Christopher and Bakota. The more Christopher and Bakota feasted upon the scientists, the more they grew, so Marionette was currently in the process of feeding them.

Marionette himself stood at an unusually tall 6'9", and only weighed about 100 lbs. A creation of science rather than God, his body was a series of bizarre anomolies for which there is little explanation, all of it covered in a big, white, blood-spattered lab coat and slacks he had scavenged from the scientists. He was a fearsome creature, and his strange, unnatural appearance lended to that. Through sunken-in eyes that could not be seen through his long, filthy blonde hair and pronounced brow bone, he scanned the scen once more.

He studied his own artwork on the walls, mostly just bloody handprints and his name scribbled over and over again. A broad smile graced his lips, and it had been there for quite some time. It was unlikely that it would ever leave, either. Everything was so beautiful.

Suddenly, Christopher looked up from his feast and turned to face one of the two entrances. Marionette already knew what it was... an intruder. He could smell them from were he stood, even over the bodies in the room.

"Christopher, Bakota," he growled, his voice inhumanly low. "Hide."

With a flurry of movement, the dolls scurried into nooks and crannies within the room. Marionette faced the big, metal door that served as an entrance, grasping his oddly-shaped, triangular blade. He currently stood in the center of the room, just behind one of three counters complete with sinks that spanned the entire room, each parrallel to each other. A single, enormous counter spanned the entire wall of the room, and above it were cabinets plum full of interesting goodies.

Holden Strife walked in the door way. The 6"0' bounty hunter found his way into the lab by following an unsightly trail of blood. This trail was smeared throughout the building; on the walls and the floors.

The black haired bounty hunter glanced around the room then at the man in the center of the room. This odd looking man was dressed in nothing more then a tattered and torn lab uniform. Looking a second time at the corpse Holden growled in an angry voice, “You, you did this; you killed them all. Now you’ll forfeit your worthless life to pay for theirs.

Looking directly at the killer Holden loaded his crossbow with a bolt his removed from the pocket of his torn jeans and brushed some dust of his shirt. “Prepare to die you unworthy bastard,” the bounty hunter growled as he aimed his crossbow at the evil man.

OOC: I'm going to post a map of the room shortly, so as to avoid confusion.

Marionette dropped instantly out of sight behind the center counter. From all about the room, scuttling could be heard... in the counters lining the walls, and within the counters in the center of the room; sometimes even above Holden's head. A voice came from somewhere, not seeming to be eminating from the same area of any of the various scratches and clicking about the room.

"Bastard?" it cried. "I have not only one father, but many! Look to your own heels, look to the writing about the walls... these are my parents, as well as their blood. There sacrifice was necessary in order to ensure the survival of my own children. And you, sir... you have beautiful hair. It shall be Bakota's when we are finished!"

Just then, a visible flurry of movement only about two feet in tall gyrated out from the left corner of the counter nearest Holden. It dissapeared as quickly as it had come, but the noise it's scuttling created was still coming from the center of the counter. Suddenly, the source of the noise pounced upon the counter.

It was Bakota, a doll made of human flesh, and it reached out and slashed with both arms as quickly as it could, not quite making contact with Holden. It would seem as if the little thing was harmless, and it's feeble attack would almost be cute, if the little creepo wasn't so *****ing ugly. It was probably the most downright bizarre thing Holden had ever seen in his life.

That's when the main attack launched. The lower counter on the wall behind Holden burst open, and Marionette scuttled out onto the floor. He lashed out with a long, lanky, right arm in a backhand motion, blade in hand, aiming for the back of Holden's knees. He had originally thought to try and slash his achilles tendon, but decided that he could use those for his dolls. All this simple attack was designed to do was cause discomfort every time Holden decided to move, which would likely be quite often in the near future.

His follow-up to the slash was absolutely brutal, showing Holden not the least bit of respect. With his right arm now poised behind his back for a stabbing attack, he reached up with his left arm in an uppercut-type motion and made a grab for Holden's balls. Marionette himself was infertile, and his own sex organs did not function. He was quite confident, however, that Holden's were in full functional order.

(this attack assumes that Marionette has successfully grabbed Holden)His grip tightening on Holden's family jewels, Marionette pulled back on them, both pulling Holden backwards and proppelling himself forward. With that momentum going, he arched his blade high above his head, and brought it down straight towards Holden's back in an attempt to tickle his belly from the inside. If the attack landed unhampered, it would do so in the exact center of Holden's back.

OOC: A map! Now we can think on the same level.

Holden grimaced in pain as the knife stabbed his muscular leg. It was only a minor flesh wound; however, as it was unexpected the attack felt like it had nicked his bone. When the knife hit the now annoyed bounty hunter looked down just in time to see Marionette's hand approaching his little guy's. Being a human with a rather interesting sex life Holden reacted quickly to prevent this from happening. With speed beyond that of most normal men the bounty hunter moved his loaded crossbow to aim at the approaching nutcracker. Quickly pulling the trigger the crossbow bolt flew into the deadly appendage. With the threat temporally removed Holden jumped over the counter in front of him using Marionette's annoy puppet as a step ladder.

"You ****ing creep, only nasty sluts grabs men’s balls without permission." Holden then removed his katana from it's sheath. "It would appear you are indeed the manwhore I assumed you to be." Holden continued as his eyes tracked the puppet and Marionette simultaneously.

"Creep? Slut? I fail to understand," Marionette questioned thoughtfully. Bakota rubbed it's head where Holden had stepped on it, and looked to Marionette for sympathy. "And why have you stepped on my friend?" he asked Holden, his voice holding more innocence than a four year old kindergartener. "What did she do to you?"

From out of the counter behind Holden, Christopher emerged, completely silent. His tiny, two-foot tall body plotted along until he was within grabbing range of Holden. Once he had achieved this, he tried to grab hold of Holden's calf with both of his tiny hands, and sink his sharp little teeth into it. Marionette lept over the counter, blade high above his head once again, and just before making contact with the black and white tile floor, he slashed downwards in a diagonal. It was meant to slash at Holden's arms, or whatever else he might use to try and block an attack such as that.

Upon landing, he crouched low to the ground, so that his total height only reached about three feet. His right arm now outstretched to his left side, Marionette then slashed in a backhand motion diagonally upward into Holden's chest. This attack was designed to reach underneath Holden's arms and reach over Holden's legs, although if Holden was quick enough, he could still block it with some effort.

Now using the momentum from the backhanded slash and allowing his body to turn, Marionette once again thrusted upwards in an uppercut motion to go for Holden's balls. If he could just get a hold of the little guys, he was confident that Holden would be at his mercy.

(if the nuts are grabbed)Marionette clutched tightly the nards, and repeated the same process he had attempted earlier. He pulled them towards himself and drove the blade straight for the center of Holden's chest.

Reacting quickly to the seconds puppets attack Holden jabbed his katana swiftly behind him and impaled the inhuman creature. The bounty hunter the looked up to discover that Marionette had jumped up on to the counter in front of him and was about to deliver a dire blow to the black human. In an attempt to prevent this Holden flung his katana forward with the puppet attached. Suddenly Holden jerked back on the sword sending the puppet of human flesh flying at its creator. In an attempt to knock Owl off the counter and on to the ground behind it.

(assuming the puppet hits)
Holden quickly jumped up on the counter and glanced at the near helpless owl on the ground. Without wasting time with taunting remarks, as was traditional to the bounty hunter, Holden jumped into the air with his katana sword pointing down below him. The goal of his attack was simple, drive the sword through the heart of his barley human opponent.

After landing from the attack Holden quickly dove under the wall counter and crawled to the other site of the room, where he could reload his crossbow out of the creatures sight.

Marionette was surprised to see his little friend flying towards him. Reacting quickly, he caught the little bugger like a football, hugging it tightly in his left arm, all the while continuing the slash and twisting his whole body counterclockwise in midair. The only problem was, Holden wasn't there anymore. Marionette had landed where Holden once was, not where he had expected, and Good Mr. Owl wasn't quite sure where Holden was at that particular moment.

By the time he had scrambled up off of the floor, Holden had already crawled into the wall counter. Marionette stopped and listened, while at the same time inspecting Christopher for damage. There were two gaping holes in his tiny body, each oozing thick, black fluid. It was nothing that couldn't be sewn up, although it deeply bothered Good Mr. Owl that someone would be so heartless as to do what they did to the little guy.

It was at that particular moment that he also noticed a puncture wound running right through his left hand. The hole had come from Holden's crossbow, and it looked as if someone had hole-punched Marionette's hand. Marionette hadn't even noticed it until now.

A third realization had come to mind, the fact that the noise coming from inside the counter had stopped at the far end of the room, yet nothing had emerged from that location, nor had the noise gone back in the opposite direction. Owl silently trodded over the the end of the counter, where Holden was presumably hiding, squatted down, and punched a hole right through the thin, imitation wood using his blade. The thrust was so powerful that it blew straight through the panelling and lodged in the back wall.

Marionette repeated this process five more times, each time in a new location, trying to span the last four feet of the counter, high and low. Because Holden would not be able to see where the blade was going to come through next, and because the cramped confines of the counter did not allow for easy mobility, the attack was nearly sure to hit Holden somewhere. But because Marionette could not see where he was stabbing, that somewhere was unlikely to be a vital hit.

Holden watched from a few feet down from Marionettes stabbing. The excited bounty hunter slowly loaded his crossbow with another bolt. Timing it with the next stab of Marionetts blade the bounty hunter rolled out from under the counter and then aimed and fired on his foe.

The bolt flew through the air towards Marionette's head. Without waiting to see the out come of his attack Holden rushed at the puppet called Bakota and with his Katana he aimed and swung at the creatures head in an attempt to eliminate it from the battle.

OCC: Kingpin I was invited by Blackfire. So uh.. Don’t mind me..

"Death, nothing but death." A high pitched giggle that sounding of a small boy who hadn't quite yet made it to puberty. His pitch black eyes scanned the room as he played with his machete lifting it up high above one of the already deceased bodies and brought it down with a tremendous blow to the chest, causing blood splatters to spray all over Jack's face with his mouth wide open. "Hmm.. Still fresh just the way I like it, raw but still alive." His voice deepened into what one would call a stalker voice with a little rasp added into it.

Jake Blade a rather unusual person who took great pleasure in two things the first being the wails of something alive whether it was animal or human and knowing that he caused it. The second being the consumption of a freshly dead body or one that was clinging on to what ever little strand of life it had left. He had a gangly figure and it looked as if he was nothing but an enormous life sized doll at times. With his gaunt look about his face and the unshaven face with to go along with his lengthy black hair that ran down to his shoulders and a little further. He wore a white T-shirt that resembled that of a shirt that you see one of the insane people wear in the asylums, it had once been pure white but was no stained with a rustic brown splotches all over his shirt, it looked almost as if it had rained on him only instead of water it was blood.

His pants where just regular blue jeans with the rustic stains on them as well, only on almost every belt loop there was a blade of some sort attached to one of the loops. There was one weapon that wasn’t actually a blade and that was one of Jack’s favorite weapons, it was his meat hook that was attached to a fairly long iron chain so that he could swing it at people and hook them from the sides and such. Jake kept that at his side wrapped up in a nice little bundle like how Indiana Jones had his wipe tied off to his side it was the same here only this wasn’t a wipe.

Jake looked up when he heard the sound of some one punching through a crate of some sort. “Heh.. Hee.. Looks like some ones still alive.” He giggled once again in his irritating mock of a child. “This shall be fun.” He followed the sound as it got louder and louder the closer he got the more his adrenaline rush began to grow and his left hand went to his meat hook. He untied it and began swinging it with his left hand while the other hand held his machete clutched so tightly that his knuckles where turning white. He suddenly came up to a door and the sound was so loud that Jake knew the other person was on the other side of the door there was no mistaking that. He rose his left foot and kicked in the door appearing to the south of Holden, although Jake was a little thrown off when he noticed Marionette in the background punching through the side of the counters.

But there was one thing that made Jake drop his mouth and that was the sight of Bakota but he wasn’t dropping his mouth in horror it was sheer happiness, the little thing seemed like something he could become best of friends with.

OOC: Thanks for showing up. And... interesting character.

IC: Marionette turned his head to take a look at what was entering through the door, and as a result, the crossbow bolt took his right ear clean off. At first, it stayed in place as the bolt sailed right through, but the slightest movement of Marionette's head sent it rolling down the side of his face and hit the floor with a tiny "plop." Marionette looked down, picked it up, and stuck it in one of the lab coat's pockets. It would have to be sewn back on after the fight. Once again, he hadn't even noticed that he had taken the hit until he saw it.

Extremeley thin, pink fluid ran down out of the gaping hole in the side of Good Mr. Owl's head where his ear used to be as he stood to his full heighth to adress the new visitor. He wondered why he had come, but moreoever, he wondered if his curious black eyes would look pretty on Christopher. He decided that yes, they would look very nice, and that he would take them.

"Welcome to my laboratory, sir," Marionette said, accompanying it with a graceful bow. "You will not regret your desicion to visit me; I'll make it worth your while. And by the end of the day, I'm confident that we shall have come to an agreement on who's eyes and hair belong to who."

Good Mr. Owl strolled over to the the center counter and took a fistful of a nearby corpse's hair. "We can trade, if you want," he negotiated. "I think short, brown hair would be a lovely color and style for you, Mr... um... say, what is your name, sir?" he asked, regarding Holden. He was half hoping that the other man would be more willing to donate than Holden was. He didn't want to have to trade away all of his good parts to people who weren't going to use them for anything but themselves.

OOC: We've been expecting you soul
IC:
Holden stood up from his savage attack on the now incapacitated puppet, “They call me Holden Strife, and you my putrid beast what do your creator’s call you, well other then revolting that is.”

Without waiting for an answer the black haired bounty hunter picked up the decapitated head of Owl’s creation. “As for my hair it belongs to me and me alone; however, if you want a scalp so badly recycle this one. This thing you created obviously has little use for it any longer.” With that said Holden threw the head at Marionette, this action wasn’t meant to hurt, injure, or even bother the creature physically; but rather to anger him and thus cloud his judgment on the battle field.

Holden then turned his attention to the newcomer. The bounty hunter noticed blood splatter on the stupid looking boy as well as some blood dripping out of his mouth. Keeping true to Holden’s distaste for killers the bounty hunters blue eye’s narrowed and Holden glared at the man. “You, you’re a killer as well, in league with this mistake of science as well I’d wager. You too shall pay retribution with your soul.” Wasting no more time after speaking Holden ducked below the center counter once again and carefully crawled around the corner to the counter behind it. Once Holden felt safe for a moment and loaded his crossbow and peered around the corner at the newcomer who he expected to work with marionette in the task of exterminating all life.

OOC: Yes its something new. Thanks Kingpin.

"Silly me, where are my manors?" Jake giggled as before but made sure to keep his chain spinning as his machete rose to point at Holden but Holden had crawled off some where unknown to him. "The name is Jake.." He lifted up his machete to indicate the blade on it and soon a broad smile sprang upon his face. "Blade. And who might you be good sir." He bowed slightly not lowering his eyes from Marionette he was impressed with this god aweful creature, it seemed to show remarkable signs of intelligence and its insatiable love for carnage made Jake over come with joy.

He looked down the the mangled body of the little doll and screamed an ear splitting scream that probably could of been heard the next block away. "How could you!" Jake sputtered at Holden as he ran to the poor creatures side and knelt beside it as a single tear siliently rolled down his cheek. He gently petted the body as he scanned the room for the slayer of this poor creature of such beauty, "You call me a killer then what does that make you?! Slaying such a magnificent creature as this!" He screamed as he picked up his machete and begun to swing his meat hook once more.

Not taking his time to listen to where Holden might possibly be he threw his meat hook at an angle through one of the counters completely smashing through it, he could only hope that Holden was in there or maybe not, after all he liked to play with his victims a bit before killing them. He pulled it back to his side and shortened the length of the chain before spinning it once more and preparing to throw out another assualt on another section of the counter. He bit the inside of his lip as hard as he could to get the taste of fresh blood in his mouth once more, it seemed to help drive him towards his goals.

OOC: Short on time.

IC: "Yes, quite the monster this one is," Marionette groaned, studying Bakota's little head which he now cradled in his arms. "Holden Strife, you need not to wait for retribution for your sins, I shall do it for you."

As Jake's chain weapon powerfully smashed a hole right through the counter, Marionette stuck Bakota's head in one of the overhead counters where it would be more or less safe, then sprung into action. From where he stood, he could just barely see a good bit of Holden's body, but he disconcerned himself with that. Marionette clambered up on top of the wall counter just above where he had punched the holes, and jumped through the flimsy panneling that made up the ceiling. A bit of dust fell down from the newly created hole, but then it seemed as if Marionette had left Holden and Jake in the room by themselves. Christopher, the other doll, had dissapeared as well.

Marionette, at least, was silent and out of sight for the time being, but it was much less likely that the two combatants below him would be like that.

Holden cringed as the sickle slowly smashed away at his cover. Closer and closer the meat hook came to the bounty hunter until finally it was within reach of his katana. Reacting quickly the bounty hunter caught the meat hook and pulled the chain tight.
"Little boys shouldn't play with such dangerous objects," Holden mocked the child like man.

After speaking the bounty hunter raised his crossbow and in an attack aimed at Jake’s left shoulder. Realizing that he couldn't get a firm grip on the meat hook Holden Strife once again dove under the wall counter and crawled to the other end of the room out of Jakes sight. Once Holden felt save enough he sat back and searched for the now out of site Marionette. "Damn I lost site of the murderous creature." Holden thought as he loaded his crossbow once more.

"And you shouldn't have murdered such a magnificent creature." He spouted out as Jake's chain was being held firmly, normally Jake would of gotten closer and used his machete on the victim but since this man, Holden was using a crossbow it sort of complicated things. I'll have to keep my distance... for now. He couldn't help but giggle once more, there was one more skill Jake was quite good at and that was throwing his voice off of the other side of the room, so he could confuse or scare his countless opponents which was always kind of fun to him.

He pulled back on the chain and noticed that it was released from Holden's grip and cam back sliding back to him, the sound it made was horrible compared to nails on a chalk board, only amplified a little. Jake winded up the chain on his arm and looked for Holden and Marionette, both who seemed to be missing from battle, which angered Jake, not so much about the Marionette missing but the Holden. Jake turned to the side just in enough time to avoid the arrow that was shot at him from hitting him in the shoulder, although it still hit him, just a scratch on his upper left arm. "Hmm.. What a pity you have to resort to a crossbow."

Jake wiped the fresh blood from his arm and put it to his mouth, slowly sucking on his finger to suck all the blood off his finger. "Hmm.. Taste good. Well I see we're going to have to play the waiting game." He closed his eyes for a second then shot them open and dove behind the back middle counter until he got in the back counter and crawled inside with out making any noise and slowly began making his way to the front avoiding make any sound.

OOC: I think, Kingpin, that you should be limited on ammo. Shoot and run is getting dull.

IC: As Holden began to place another bolt on his crossbow, the ceiling above him exploded, and Marionette came falling down, head first with arms extended in a vicious attack. With Holden's entire body hunched over his arms trying to keep out of sight below the counters, and his arms busy with the crossbow, there was little or no chance for a block. And, with the speed and complete surprise of the attack, there would be little chance for a dodge, either.

As Marionette came within range of Holden, his left arm shot out, making a grab for Holden's hair. Even if Holden did get moving, it was unlikely that he would be able to escape Marionette's long reach in the short time it would take to fall from the ceiling. (assuming grab is made)He pulled on Holden's hair using all of his strength to propel himself into Holden at an even greater speed. Less than a quarter of a second later, Good Mr. Owl swung his right arm, which was brandishing his blade, at Holden's lower back. If it connected, it would be a nasty gut puncture wound, but wouldn't be fatal unless it went untreated after combat. If Holden tried to evade, it would likely end up just being a deep laceration of his stomach or back.

(still assuming grab is made) Extending his left arm and using Holden's head as a point to balance and pivot on, Marionette allowed his feet to land gracefully on the ground, facing Holden, but still did not release his grasp. From this position, Marionette launched his next attack. He made a kick for Holden's nuts while simoutaneously swinging the blade in his right hand around Holden's front side, where he promptly started to try and saw off Holden's scalp.

Holden glanced up just in time to see the ceiling explode, "Damn it" Holden yelled as the hideous figure of Marionette fell toward him. Without having time to think Holden twisted his body around, and in the process dropped his loaded crossbow. The bounty hunter then lifted his Katana directly into the air in an attempt to cause the inhuman creature to stab himself in either the chest or the shoulder.

(Assuming Marionette landed on the katana)

Holden grinned as his blade went through Owl's chest. Remembering that this thing didn't feel pain as a normal human would Holden quickly kicked the thing off of his blade and on to the ground. The human then jumped back so his back was to the wall. This was an attempt to limit where an attack could come from.

Standing in a defensive position Holden looked first at marionette then around the room. "Damn it I lost sight of the other one." Holden cursed as he waited to see is the not so good Mr. Owl had survived the encounter.

Jake crawled forwards in the cabinets and kept as quiet as possible until the ceiling suddenly exploded and the creature from the ceiling fell on the other side of the room where there was other cabinets blocking his line of sight. He was perfectly fine and was going on his little hunting expedition until the ceiling exploded, thats when he jumped and slammed his head on the top part of the cabinet probably giving away his position. "D@mn it.." He muttered as he kicked open the cabinet door and sprang out instantly taking hold of his meat hook and chain, as well as his machete.

"This ought to be interesting." He ducked down and crawled along the cabinets to the other side where Holden and Marionett where fighting with his back pressed to the cabinets. He waited for his right opportunity just so that he couldn't blow away his new position.

(Asuming Holden got up against the wall) Suddenly Jake jumped out from behind the cabinets and threw his meat hook at and angle at Holden, the attack was at an angle so that Holden couldn't block the attack and it was to quick to dodge. It Holden tried to block the meat hooks chain would just wrap around the blade and still smash into Holden's side plus disarming him.

Marionette, with his arms outstretched on the way down, easily knocked the blade out of his way, then landed neatly on his left hand, allowing himself to gently to his chest. From there, he rolled backwards and used the momentum to stand himself up. It looked very unnatural, and was only possible because of the unique balance of Marionette's internal organs and unhealthily light weight.

Holden was headed for the wall by the time he had gotten himself up. Marionette hunkered down, then launched himself outward towards Holden in a full sprint. He raised his blade, which glistened under the flourescent light, and upon reaching a foot's distance to Holden, he slashed diagonally downward. Being that Holden was facing the other direction, the slash would begin on his right shoulder blade and carry down to where his left kidney would be, should it connect. What's more is that if Holden were to pull some fancy crap and dodge or somehow block Marionette's attack, he'd probably get nailed by Jake's meat hook.

Following the momentum, Marionette went back down into a crouch with his right elbow held outward towards Holden in front of his face. He was ready to pounce upon Holden in the event of retaliation.

OOC: Ryan, PM me somtime for a one on one.

Holden quickly turned to block the incomming attack from Jake. Using his Katana Holden was able to deflet the meat hook toward Marionette; however, the meat hook wouldn't be enough to block the inhuman creature. Prefuring face his impending doom the bounty hunter braced himself as he watched Marionette's blade sink deep into the bounty hunter.

Feeling massive pain from the wound Holden sunk to the ground. The Bounty hunter could do little more then crawl around on the ground.

OOC: A good fight, and new hair for Holden.

IC: Marionette glowed with glee. It was over for the bounty hunter. Well, not his life, but his hair, anyway. Straddling the man, Marionette set his blade atop the bounty hunter's forhead, using his left hand to grasp the hair.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this," Marionette apologized. "You are fortunate, however, that I am taking your hair, and not your life."

With that said, Marionette began sawing away at Holden's hair until he held in his hand a big, gooey chunk. Sticking it in his pocket, he returned to one of the scientists on the counters and repeated the process, then brought the scientist's hair back to Holden, fitting it neatly into place.

From somewhere within the lab coat, he produced a needle and thread, and got to work. He weaved in and out until the hunk of hairy flesh was secured tightly on Holden's head, fitting just as nicely as the old chunk did. Whether his body would accept the "transplant" or not, Marionette could not be sure, but he would leave Holden to worry about that.

"Well, then," he started. "Let's get you out of here."

With Holden's arm slung over his shoulders, Marionette escorted the man out the front door and then let him wander off to get help. In a few minutes, he returned to the lab to fight Jake. This man, however, might not be so fortunate as to be allowed to live through the experience.

"As I said once before," Marionette reminded Jake, "Your eyes belong to Christopher." Marionette thought for a moment. "Or maybe I just thought that. In any case, I'm saying it now. Prepare yourself for a very painful, unproffesional opthalmectomy!"

Jake watched in glee after reeling in his meat hook and shortened the chain so that he could spin the meat hook faster, his other hand clung onto his machete and he giggled every few seconds or so. He didn't want to disturb the transfering process so he didn't attack at all but just watched and waited for the creature to return his attention back to him. It seemed to take a while with the whole sowing of another scientists hair to Holden but it was well worth the wait, it gave Jake some time to study Marionette some, out side of the fighting style that Marionette used, which was rather impressive.

Once Holden was out the room and Marionette had returned Jake giggled some more, Come one, come all! Let the games begin." Jake stopped swinging his meat hook when Marionette spoke so that he could listen better, the only response was to giggle some more then shrug, "We will see.." He took a better look at Marionette and noticed that the creature had no use of a ranged weapon, this was rather amusing to Jake, even though he loves to kill he wanted to fight honourably against another like him. "To make things fair, I will discard my meat hook." He wrapped up the meat hook in the chain tightly so that even Marionette wouldn't be able to use it, just incase.

After throwing down the meat hook behind the farthest counter he pulled forth a knife from his belt and switched the weapon arrangement in his hands, now his right hand held the machette and the left hand his knife. "Shall we begin now?" Jake taunted as he flipped the blade in his left hand and caught it by the handle, "DIE!" He charged at Marionette with such speed and slashed madly with his machette and stabbed fiercly in the air, he knew that one of his attacks would get through and if not then he could always slam Marionette down to the ground using his body as a last resort.

OOC: I'm going to seize this opportunity to teach you some advanced arena fighting techniques. The first lesson is to be very specific with your attacks. For instance, be sure to mention how many stabs are thrown, how many slashes, what order they occur in, what part of the opponent's body they are targeted at, and which hand is doing what. The trick here is to be specific, because ambiguous actions can be interpreted a multitude of different ways. If you are specific, however, the attack can only be interpreted the way you want it to be.

You may also describe what the attack is intended to do as well as what kind of damage it might do if it connects. These aren't neccessary, but will eliminate quite a bit of confusion.

IC: Marionette himself was surprised by the speed and fierceness of the assault on his well being. The wild flailing of Jake's blades was easy enough to avoid, however, by simply stepping backwards in time with the swings or stabs, but once he had reached the side of the room, that tactic ceased to be effective. Thinking quickly, Marionette brought his right leg up, setting his foot up onto the counter, hunkered down, then sprang with all of his strength to carry himself up and over Jake and his furious blur of blades.

Landing nimbly, Marionette spun as he sunk down to the ground ready to spring once more. He did just that, launching himself at Jake with all of his might. The aim here was to catch Jake in the back and use the momentum of the leap to carry them both to the floor.

OOC: If-then attacks. You'll see that I occasionally use parenthesis that say something like "(if the grab connects)." I use this when an attack can only be continued if a grab or previous attack connects. This is not to be used to launch another attack, as that may be interpreted as modding. It is only an extension of the previous attack that can only occur if the previous action is successful. Simply put, if the if-then attack can be launched all by itself and does not require a grab or something, it should simply not be used.

If this confuses you, then I suggest you don't use it, because it might be interpreted as modding. I'm the only person I've ever seen doing it, and it works for me, but I have to be pretty careful with it.

IC: (if Marionette successfully tackles Jake)As the bodies flew through the air, Marionette tried to rest his blade upon Jake's sternum. He did not try to puncture the flesh, but simply rested it atop the man's flesh. If Jake landed face down as Marionette planned, his own body weight coupled with Marionette's would drive the blade through the sternum, something that Marionette probably couldn't accomplish with his own strength.

OOC: Alright, I'll try it and I wasn't specific on the attacks because he was stabbing at every angle and slashing that way as well so I wasn't too sure how to put it.

IC: Jake quickly spun around and swung in a large arc with his machette just incase Marionette tried to attack from behind before he could turn around. The attack was high enough to slam the creature in the throat or slam acrose his chest, either way it would have stopped the attack. When Jake's attacke finished it had spun him around as well and he was disappointed to find out that Marionette had not launched an immediate assualt like he had expected. Maybe, I'm over estimating this one. He sighed in disappointment.

He lowered his machette and let both arms just dangle while he waited to see what Marionette was going to do, Jake figured that he had made the first move now it was Marionette's turn. Not to soon before he let both arms dangle did Marionette charge and it was rather impressive attack once again, it had completely took Jake by suprise but he recovered in enough time to drop his shoulders and counter the charge be means of his own charge. His counter attack wasn't meant to stop Marionette's attack but mearly stop it from knocking them both down and allowing Jake to inflict damage to Marionette.

OOC: Ok let me know if I've done this right and it doesn't sound like modding then

IC: (If tackle makes contact) Jake lowered his shoulder enough to take not just to stop Marionette's charge but also stopped Marionette from placing his blade on Jake's chest. The blade went into Jake's right shoulder causing him sudden pain, which only increased his ferocity and he drove his machette as hard as he could into Marionette's chest just below the breast plate but it went up underneath it, his left arm came in from the side at a cross but was aimed at Marionette's liver, the hit would be devestating but both combatants would still be standing.