City of the Snake RP discussion

A huge river, stretching across the entire territory, twisting, with many smaller branches all over the place. The water is mostly clean, with only a few muddy areas. Some things grow under the water, and beside it, and you have to be careful, but most of it is not harmful to humans.

There were sounds of running beside the riverside, notably from one of the highest bounties there was to offer since how such a dangerous criminal they were: Adrian Blade, also known as "Blades" because of how dangerously good they were at knives. But if they were so dangerous, why and what made them so spooked that they would run instead of being as confident and fearless as they were?

The main reason was that who was generally after him. The overcoated and armored, dragon-masked figure stood up in front of The Blade: It was The Laughing Zmei, a serial killer and feared assassin. Multiple blades were thrown at Zmei, and he would just a tricking Raiz over the blades.

Adrian then unholstered a long sword-like blade to shank down at Zmei from the right side, and that was before it was stopped by a Wing Chun Biu Sau block, where the Zmei then intercepted and grabbed the wrist from the other hand before grabbing the wrist with both hands, doing a spinning circular wrist manipulation motion that would redirect Adrian to the side, where the Zmei then did a roundhouse kick to Adrian's groin before disarming them, dropping the knife, and doing multiple wing chun vertical jabs to vital point areas until charging destructive and unpredictable dark energy from the fist and doing a damaging one-inch punch to the lung area that not only injured but sent Adrian flying black injured from the Zmei.

Ryia crouched on a tree branch over head, watching the fight with a small bit of amusement. How cute. Her competition might just knock out her prey for her. Theo, her feline companion, sat by her side, washing his face. She ran a hand over his back, and he stretched, unable to be bothered by the chaos ensuing below. Ryia expected no less from her partner in crime. He was deep in chaos all the time.

When it looked like the fight was coming to an end, she stood on the branch, stretched, and dropped about five feet to land on the shoulders of the masked person. She leapt forward, landing with a quick shoulder roll on the ground. A mere second later, she was on her feet. Keeping her good eye on the rather imposing figure, she reached out to grab Adrian "Blades" by the fabric of his shirt. The little weasel was attempting to crawl away.

Blowing a strand of hair that had somehow gotten loose of the tight bun atop her head, she grinned. "Thanks, bestie. I owe you one." She blew a kiss, flipped the person the bird, and began to drag her quarry away, listening for movement from the masked person. She knew they wouldn't give up such an expensive catch that easily, and was hoping to rile them, get them off balance so she could escape with the victim.

Though he could hardly be called a victim. There was a damned good reason he had a bounty on his head.

The Bloodshed of the Black Ryong or The Black Enenra-Ryong as they call them from worse fears to the worse paranormal-like creepypasta urban legend of this monstrous Korean-Russian black dragon that she aggravated was the most feared eldritch horrors to be gossiped by the Tarque Territory: “A brutality of an serial killer, slaughtering entity who makes people disappear with outwardly Dark Energy.” To quote as one of the stories written about this fictional intelligent demonic Zmei-Ryong dragon entity. Therefore, it was clear from these quotes and explanations if Ryla were to have read about these takes and stories, that this sadistic hunter of an assassin and creature, WAS NOT to be underestimated at all whatsoever.

The masked Ryong-Zmei black trench coat hooded person would grunt and for a second yelped in pain. And then pretended to wheeze, cough, and groan, along with protest with words for a few seconds. That until the unexpected out-of-the-blue happened... A sadistic laugh that was purposely maniacal and impishly mischievous, like a horrid and morbid twist of a laugh that sounded to be a mix of a maniacal Hyena's laugh and a slyly mischievous fox laugh.

The Black Enenra-Ryong would soon after 5.4 seconds, would back roll to a back handspring onto their feet. Furthering their superficial maniacal cackles, replying, "Not so fast... Our mind games of cat and mouse have already begun... And the clever foxgirl are soon to be a little ol' lamb who accidentally uncovered a wolf... In sheep's clothing." They mocked and detested her, an absolutely very dangerous as if a demonic entity to behold.

Speedily and without any warning at all whatsoever, they threw a smoke bomb at Adrian "Blades" sternum on their chest. Where it burst open without too much time to react, blowing up dust and other chemicals to irritate the eyes and make her cough up, black and purple smoke clearing out the ominous entity-like figure of the Black Ryong-Enenra from her line of sight.

Once again, unpredictably without warning whatsoever, they kicked Ryla's shin with a hard roundhouse kick that was hard as they do in Muay Thai strangely, enough to sprain and stun the leg for the next couple of seconds for their next move. Swiftly front stepping forward to a walking stance for an extremely fast and swift Jeet Kune Do of a 5 combination Wing Chun-like blows: First a left vertical back fist to the liver, and then a right vertical L-hook to the abdomen, and then a left roundhouse elbow strike to the flying ribs, until finally sidestepping in front of her and doing a powerful right vertical jab to her sternum, and at the same time after the jab doing an brutal left ridgehand strike blow right into her windpipe.

Loud improvised cackling maniacally laughs like a slappy dummy were heard immediately afterwards, obviously to mock her since he was absolutely sane.


((I know that this may be overly too many strikes but here me out because some can be blocked or deflected, or countered with fast enough reflexes but regardless… Wing Chun strikes could be this fast, so let's just go with it unless you want a few video examples for me to prove it, lol.))

((Trigger warning: Cursing. A lot.

Also, I know strikes can be delivered rapid fire. I took karate classes for eight years. When I said I don't know much martial arts, I meant that I only knew one system and wouldn't be much help in figuring out what your character knew.))

Ryia smiled crookedly at the sound of the man's laugh. She was fairly certain at this point that it was a man. She rolled her shoulders, turning to face him. "You sound like something that would come out of some sort of fucked up fortune cookie." She winked, tilting her head.

She sighed at his theatrics with the roll and fancy-ass gymnastics moves, rolling her eyes. "Must we do this song and dance? I'm on a time crunch here-" She cut herself off when she saw the projectile hurled at her target, cursing violently. When smoke enveloped the trio, she yelled, "What the actual fuck!?"

Growling, she tried to peer through the smoke that was stinging her eyes. She became more and more frustrated until she felt the kick to her leg. "Ow!" She waved the smoke out of her face. "You fucking cunt." She hissed.

As the next barrage of strikes hit her over and over again, she fell backwards, her only goal being to get away long enough to recover. As the smoke faded, she glared at her attacker, catching her breath. It was a damned good thing she had a high pain tolerance, because the average person would be put out of commission from that. She looked around, noticing that something was missing. Or someone.

"You let him get away, dumbass!" Ryia howled. Scowling, she got to her feet, a hand over her stomach area as she took deep breaths, trying not to throw up. She looked at him murderously, then let out her own cackle. "Oh, you're dead, bitch boy. Dead."

She pulled out two long knives, and brandished them threateningly. "My turn." She slowly edged closer, keeping her eyes on his. She leapt forward, charging towards him, but redirected at the last minute, swiping her knife at his eyes.

"My, my... SO many foul languages…Does your mother kiss you with that mouth, slutty bitch? OH… Oh… Or better yet, how was that torture abondand knock-off facility that’s a helluva torture chamber that you mass murdered off because of out of vengeance and so sad… Rage. I knew those old files would get me somewhere because they did noted and written down the files over there…” The Black Enenra-Ryong mocked once more.

Disturbing, this unknown male entity knew about this story because it was one of their deepest discoveries and studies yet, so their emotional manipulation would do more than stab those insecurities under her skin. They just made this personal in the worse way possible to definitely pent up her rage and strike a nerve more attemptively.

All the while he was already prepared in an unorthodox Gwon Gyokdo stance that was more lean into using both of a mix of an Taekwondo stance and Muay Thai fighting stance that Korean Kickboxing itself oh-so cleverly mixes.

They were in a deeply focused and serious trance that they proudly enjoyed that they analyzed their every movement efficiently so their fast reflexes were more attuned and could kick in more efficiently. And when their reflexes kicked in the last minute when he could actually subconsciously see the front, they ducked and weaved and did an left high double cross block that pushed their wrist and intercepted it with a little scrape of a knife into the forehead of their own Ryong-Zmei mask, and did a wrist manipulation redirection to swiftly due a swift wrist manipulation redirection from the left side to over their head towards the right, until dropping down into a three-point landing where they themselves(: my character,) were kneeling down to redirect her into Hapkido throw while holding her arm, for her to flip over and land pretty hard on their back on the grassy wet ground, immediately holding their arm to do a downward chop to their windpipe to take the actual wind out of them and make her cough and choke, before distancing themselves 5 Taekwondo back steps back to a point where he was a 4-5 feet distance away, before smoke bombing the ground to make a disappearing trick move and go to the treetops to hunt and track Andrian “Blades” once more via blood trails and etc.

(If you're wondering: the example I used to make this work is “Okami Combative Arts (OCA): Some of the Beauty of Hapkido techniques in practice.” At 0:25 to 0:34 into the video. Lol. Also my character was like: “I have no time for this shit BUT it was fun and thrilling while it lasted!” Lmfao.)

((Okay, so for the sake of roleplaying, I love the moves and I love the fast pace, but I am getting a little bit tired of having Ryia be beaten into the ground over and over again without having an opening to have her fight back, because she really is a pretty good fighter, and her main thing is speed and accuracy, but you aren't leaving any openings for your character to take a punch or two, and I'm not loving it. I'm going to have her give chase, but please in the future don't completely annihilate her without consulting me because it's not very fun on my end. It just takes her down a notch or two, and I had envisioned them as equals. What fun is a rivals roleplay if one of the pair is constantly dead on the floor? For the time being I am going to make her recover very unrealistically so we can continue.))

Ryia swore quite colorfully, gagging on the sensation on her throat. It was then that she processed what he had said. Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, that fucker." She ran a hand through her hair, pupils dilating as anger and fear from the memories he had brought up ran through her body and her mind. She started hyperventilating.

Freezing, she cut off all her emotions. This was a skill she had learned as a small child prone to panic attacks. The trauma hadn't helped, but she had honed her ability to essentially the flick of a switch.

She stood.

There was no way she was going to let this fucker say that garbage, beat her, and get away. Coldly, she sheathed her knife and began looking for the traces of a frantic run from an injured killer. Not the creep who had hurt her, but her prey. Though she supposed they both fit into that category now. Prey. Because rest assured, she was going to kill the rat bastard that had brought up things better off left dead.

She knew for a fact they were going to be following the same trail. All she needed to do now was catch up. And then there would be hell to pay.

"Theo, home." She delivered the command to the half-asleep cat still on the branch. She didn't want him to be hurt. He stretched with a yawn, then prowled off in the direction of her hut.