Recycled Sushi

Kin: "I love this job. I'm actually encouraged to punch my boss."

:: "The Machine" saunters into the octagon with a nonchalance befitting of his familiarity — no, his intimacy — with this arena. Though this was the first time he had done so during work hours, Kin was a frequent visitor of the cage. Standing at a meager 5′5 and weighing no more than 146 lbs, it was not "The Machine's" stature that was imposing; it was his aura. Having shed is work attire, Kin wore nothing more than his trusty pair of Sprawl boardshorts, a cup, and a mouthpiece. After circling the cage several times, he began to bounce on his toes at a playful tempo. ::

"Let's get this show on the go."

"Twinkle-toes, eh?"

:: Needing no more of a signal than that, Kin begins his meticulous advance. Light on his feet, the intern shifts, sways and bounces in a complex, ever-shifting rhythm. Kin's footwork flirts with the borders of Alex's reach, flitting in and out of the danger zone. Alex is taller, more powerful, and skilled; rush-tactics are not in "The Machine's best interest. This dance routine continues for a few seconds, until he leaps forward with a penetrating sidekick aimed at "The Dragon's solar plexus ::

:: The Intern's initial attack was handily blocked, despite its speed and ferocity. This is of no surprise to Kin, as he expects nothing less than a drag-out brawl, nor is it a hindrance to the flow of his assault. Unperturbed and unaffected by the failure of his opening strike, Kin immediately follows up by throwing a stiff jab at "The Dragon's" eyeline. Hit or miss, Kin immediately drops levels after throwing his jab, and shoots for a low single on Alex's lead leg. These attacks are fluid and seamless — a testament to Intern 2.0's hours spent honing his craft. ::

Post edited 20:09 – May 14, 2010 by The Dragon

:: Kin was surprised by the speed of his comparitively gargantuan opponent, who was swift enough to take the blow, smirk, and still shift his leg out of Kin's path. Nonetheless, the intern's shot brought him in close proximity of Alex's foot — nice and low, at that. For once the considerable disparity in size is to Kin's advantage, as he as so low and close to Alex as the kick is thrown that it merely grazes him negligible force. ::

:: Relatively negligible, that is; "The Machine" might've felt that, were he not "The Machine." Immediately following the kick, Kin springs to his feet in hot pursuit of his quarry. As if according to Alex's beckons, he cuts the distance between the fighters like a knife through hot butter, throwing a duo of whip-like jabs at Alex's mug to get his attention high… Hopefully high enough to draw attention from a thunderous cross Kin unleashes towards "The Dragon's" floating ribs right afterward. ::

:: A dose of refined head movement weaves Kin's mug out of harms way, dodging each punch with by a hair's width. ::

"You'll have to do better than that- OOF!"

:: Just as he utters those words, the kick hurls the intern back several feet with a resounding thud. Flashing a smirk of respect coupled with a thirst for payback, Kin resumes his exhibition of elusive footwork. But this time, rather than dancing outside of range, Kin steadily advances with his head in constant state of motion — unpredictable, but deliberate. He encroaches upon Alex's range in this fashion, as if daring him to attack. ::

Post edited 20:06 – May 14, 2010 by The Dragon

:: Quite proficient at reading an opponent's body, Kin's slight dip of the head easily allows him to evade the supposed jab, though only to find that himself nearly being bowled over by the charging "Dragon." Kin is easily able to kick his legs and hips back to avoid a knee pick or something of the sort, but this does little to stop the sheer power of his quarry who runs Kin's back straight into the force-field. ::

:: An audible grunt escapes his clenched teeth, but he refuses to be an easy target and immediately circles to the outside so as not to get stuck against the sizzling barrier. Even as he maneuvers around his opponent, Kin notices Alex's oncoming elbow and fires a solid hook to "The Dragon's unguarded jawline — right over his extended arm. The impacts would be simultaneous, and Kin let's out a sharp exhale to mitigate the damage. ::

:: Within a split second of throwing the hook Kin pumps out a right cross to follow, threatening the tip of Alex's nose with sledgehammer force. Unfortunately for the intern, throwing punches occupied his attention away from the sweep, which handily snatches his footing from under him. He lands, gets on a hip, posts a hand, throws a push kick at Alex's shin, and performs a technical stand-up. The second he gets to his feet, Kin changes levels and shoots for a head-inside single leg take-down with hopes to return the favor. ::

:: Kin was rather peeved that Alex had escaped the ground before he could take advantage of the situation. The Intern watched as his quarry tampered with and destroyed company property with an inkling of disbelief; why go through all that? ::

"Should've known you'd complicate things. What happened to the goodo ol' days when a fight was just a fight?"

:: On the other hand, this was the perfect opportunity to make use of his occular enhancements. With just a thought, the room comes back into clarity — and Alex back into view. Within the blink of an eye, bionic or otherwise, Kin unleashes a hellacious front kick towards the larger man's midsection to get the fight moving once more. ::

Post edited 05:17 – May 18, 2010 by The Dragon

"Full Demon Lee? Don't get ahead of yourself, big guy."

:: And just as Kin finished his sentence, his gargantuan opposition came charging at a speed so disconcerting that Kin actually fell for the feint. Alex's leather-encased fist blasted Kin's forehead with a resounding "thwack." By a combination of instinct and luck, Kin's reaction saves him from the full force of the knee. The intern's guard snaps front and center, palm on his temples, while his shoulders shrug forward and his head inclines. He is ready to weather a storm of attacks to his head, but his crafty quarry attacked low. As Alex thrusts his knee forward, the sensitive top of his knee is met by the proverbial spikes that are Intern 2.0's elbows — no doubt causing great discomfort. Nonetheless, "The Dragon" generates so much force that Kin is involuntarily thrust back several paces, giving him almost no time to react to the oncoming sweep. Almost. Bounding off of his bionically enhanced leg, Kin springs forth with a flying knee — clearing Alex's sweep and threatening his facial structure simultaneously. ::