[C rank Job] Fight Club

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"WHAM!"

Jahan was in a more peculiar moment of his life, his impulse had did it again. Blood began to trickle from his nose and it only fueled his Fanalis blood into a sort of rage. A red clad fighter wearing what Jahan thought to be some silly looking uniform, struck a flashy pose.

"Did this asshole think he could win?" Jahan thought.

"No" That was definitely "not gonna happen". Jahan was about 3 meters away from his oponent, he had no shirt on, which is usual Jahangir antics. He was standing in a pit like arena, hundreds of adoring and sadistic fans screamed in excstacy. Like all things for Jahan it was one after the next, starting as a simple night he went for a walk, which led to the outside of a suspicous looking club, which led to another fight.

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The man in the red gritted his teeth at Jahan. Jahan recognized the mans skill, especially noting his above average speed. However there was one thing he didn't have, proper experience. It was becoming more and more notable every time the man, fell for a feint, left a careless opening, didn't take advantage of an opening. At this point Jahan felt he had control over the fight, which he was taking slowly as to not waste any energy or effort.

Jahan opened his arms open wide smiling charismatic-ally, sending some of the audience wild. The man gritted his teeth, he was a young guy, possibly an expelled student from some old school.

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Losing his temper the fighter stepped in aiming to send a skillful thrust to Jahan's temple. Yet Jahangir was ready for it this time. He anticipated the boys advance and strike, which was moved the 3 meter distance between the fighters, at 10 m/s. Jahangir dodged the first attack, having memorized the first fighters pattern he shifted his head directly after to avoid the mans second thrust.

Jahan However wouldn't allow the man to finish his combo, he grabbed at the fighters fore arm, trapping him in close range, before delivering a bone shattering Fanalis elbow to his temple.

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.The blow, as all of Jahangir's barehanded attacks dealt C-rank Damage. Consequently the fighter went down, falling to his knees obviously unconscious. The crowd roared fiercely, they were repulsive. Weakling, savages. They wanted to see a maiming more so than a good fight. Wiping his nose more Jahan wondered who would be his next opponent, he was scheduled for 3 rounds, the first one ending rather easily. Yet he knew his luck wouldn't continue on forever. This was bound to become more difficult.

An announcer soon appeared, then a group of men carried the other fighter out of the arena.

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"Chump" was all that Jahan thought of the man, he hated the cocky look he displayed ever so often. "It's Whatever though" Jahan thought to himself while shrugging. His next opponent now stepped into the ring. Jahan gave the man a piercing look directly into his eyes.

"In this corner..."

The two fighters stared at each other intensely. Jahan figuring a battle plan in less than seconds, putting together the mans sword he figured this would be a sword battle.

"And in this corner"

It was like everything was mute he could tell this fighter wouldn't be as "in experienced" as the last one, this was going to be a real challenge for him. His Adrenaline heightened, and he was starting to get pumped, he smiled a bit.

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The crowd roared fiercely, they were repulsive. Weakling, savages. They wanted to see a maiming more so than a good fight. Wiping his nose more Jahan wondered who would be his next opponent, he was scheduled for 3 rounds, the first one ending rather easily. Yet he knew his luck wouldn't continue on forever. This was bound to become more difficult.

An announcer soon appeared, then a group of men carried the other fighter out of the arena.
"Chump" was all that Jahan thought of the man, he hated the cocky look he displayed ever so often. "It's Whatever though" Jahan thought to himself while shrugging. His next opponent now stepped into the ring. Jahan gave the man a piercing look directly into his eyes.

"In this corner..."

The two fighters stared at each other intensely. Jahan figuring a battle plan in less than seconds, putting together the mans sword he figured this would be a sword battle.

"And in this corner"

It was like everything was mute he could tell this fighter wouldn't be as "in experienced" as the last one, this was going to be a real challenge for him. His Adrenaline heightened, and he was starting to get pumped, he smiled a bit.
"Jahangir Nikator vs Jazz! Fight Begin!"

Jahan quickly unsheathed his sword, he was standing about 10 meters from his opponent. Yet they were both obviously close range fighters he noted. So this came down to who would strike first, who would give the first information. In a duel every stroke, even the killing one gives your opponent information. The last one teaches your opponent what death tastes like, while the other only serve to exploit your weaknesses.

Jahan couldn't wait any longer however so he decided to make the first move, he rushed in clearing the distance, however at lower than his usually speed. He would feint weakness and slowness in order to conceal his true speed, and he was rather good at it too. It was dire that he had the skill in order to do so after all. He approached his opponent at 2/ms a second barely a jog for him. The man attacked with his short sword, Jahan parried and went for a strike to the mans throat, Jazz blocked. They exchanged attacks neither of them getting very far, then rearing back Jazz threw a heavy blow.
Jahan blocked the attack but soon regretted it, the hit was heavy and dramatically slowed his reaction speed, he rolled out of the path of the short sword but was still grazed in the side. Blood began dripping from his body, grunting in pain, he finished the roll
and stood back up with his sword in place.
And boy was he pissed.

"I'm going to kill you" Jahan declared, as Jahan stared at Jazz a ominous feeling lit the room. It was as if all the good rukh fled, or perhaps black rukh appeared. Or maybe the tone of the Fanalis voice and his expression did enough to change the atmosphere. Whatever it was Jahan was dead serious about what he said.

Jazz having heard his share of death threats simply stayed at the ready, watching Jahan for any movements. Then Jahan did it, he jogged and with a burst of energy went into full sprint. His speed being hidden from the begging Jazz didn't expect this and wasnt able to defend in time. He crossed his arms, reversing his grip so that his short sword would protect part of him. Jahan
unleashed his Fanalis strength mid swing, His sword collided with Jazz's sword. The force behind it was so powerful it sent Jazz flying several meters away. For a second Jazz contemplated if Jahan had ripped the ground from beneath his feet.

A second that he didnt have to contemplate either, for within that second Jahan closed the distance between the two. He grabbed Jazz slamming him into the concrete floor beneath them, it all happened very quickly. One moment Jahan was ripping the sword from Jazz's hands. Then beating Jazz senselessly over the head, transitioning from positions and manipulating Jazz's body with his superior strength before kneeing him in the abdomen. The beating was barbaric and ended with Jahan kicking at Jazz's body, very well killing him.

"Told you" Jahan muttered spitting at Jazz's lifeless body. It was another side effect of his Fanalis blood, his temper was uncontrollable and Jahan had little problem with killing in an arena. This made for a nasty combination, but really great fights.

Soon the next fighter was brought out in a similar fashion. The only problem was Jahan was exhausted from his last fight, and he was well done with gimmicks. The next fight would be a dog fight, he would either win or lose and nothing else mattered.
"But what if I die?" The thought rolled into Jahan's mind almost as quickly as the rebuttal. "Oh Well." Jahan didnt care if he died, if he did then... Well he'd just be dead. Thats legit how he saw it at least. The next fighter was a man that went by the name Cain. He was a boxer looking fellow, who only revealed his 2 knuckles. Likewise Jahangir was going to fight using only his hands, he felt he could deal heavier blows with them. He wouldnt go as far to removes his sword however, that'd just be stupid.

Jahan dashed at Cain as quickly as he could, hoping to end this fight as fast as possible. Cain responded with a straight right and hook. Jahan dodged the blows noticing lightning trails coming from the blades. He delivered the man 4 quick jabs and a kick sending him flying into the wall. The wall cracked and a dust cloud soon surfaced only to be blown away. Jahan stared through it to identify Cain's body.

"Guess I underestimated my strength."

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