OOC: Ooookay, Round One was just a great big screw-up on my part. Lets see if I cant wip up something worthy for Round Two..
Gripping the sizzling counter gingerly with his bare fingers, Engar heaved himself to his feet with a groan and eyed the 'tin man' cautiously. As he sucked on one of his fingers Engar took in the bare damage that had been caused already, just a burn on the cheek really but that looked promising.
For himself the blow to the head and the recent bouncing around was giving him a slightly dizzier view of the world and the side that had banged against the ground was beginning to complain. Putting the problems aside for a moment, Engar gripped the first thing his probing left hand could find and lunged forwards.
As Arthos sidestepped to the left and right, his head ducking slightly when the spatula came too close for comfort, Engar attacked like a fencer and kept on stepping forwards. After reaching the middle of the room Arthos snapped a metal arm around in annoyance, the spatula flipping backwards out of his hand, but only narrowly avoided Engar's right hook which whizzed past his nose.
With the added space made as Arthos stepped back again Engar used the momentum of the punch, his body twisting right around and his left leg straightening out as he reached 180 degrees and catching Arthos directly in the chest.
This blow sent Arthos toppling backwards, not actually hitting Engar's own cooking surface but coming close enough to rest his head against it. Engar meanwhile, his cool arrogance returning, drew up his fallen cigarrete and - having come too late to resurrect it by himself - crumpled it into a tiny ball and hurled it behind him.
"Wakey, wakey tin man."
Arthos blinked and opened his eyes, the metallic one focussing in on Engar in an oddly disturbing move. If Engar had been paying attention, had his head not been throbbing from the headache that was beginning to build up - he might have noticed the way that eye seemed to focus on his left arm in particular.
The metal man stood up easily, rubbing at his chest, and took a step forwards. His hands stretched out away from his body, his legs croutched slightly, and nodded at Engar.
"Fight me."
Engar rubbed his head and smirked, over confident and pained.
"Whatever you say, tin man."
He took a step forwards and twisted thrust out his right leg in a solid kick at Arthos' head. Arthos steped backwards, his arms pinwheeling gracefully into the foots path, grabbing it and rocking back easily before twisting it between both hands. Engar kicked off the ground and twisted with it, landing flat on his face but rolling forwards onto his feet before his position could be used against him. Arthos hadn't moved, this puzzled Engar but he didn't waste any time worrying about it.
Darting forwards, Engar brought his left fist swinging upwards but Arthos ducked to the right in a graceful and slow movement that took him out of the path of the fist, he thrust out his hand palm open at Arthos' chest but the metal armed warrior seemed to bend as he caught the fist to accomodate the force Engar put into the blow, to negate it.
Stepping backwards, frustrated, Engar tried to understand what it was that Arthos was doing. The technique was foreign to him, he didn't understand it and it was beginning to get on his nerves.
Throwing caution to the wind, Engar ran straight at him with his arms opened outwards to prevent any fancy moving. Again Arthos moved in that graceful swinging way, his back bending backwards and his left leg moving back to compensate for it as he caught Engar around the midsection and lifted him clean over Arthos.
He just managed to turn the movement into a spin, his feet catching the edge of his own work surface and, for a few seconds, it looked as if he would fall backwards. Regaining his balance - and carefully avoiding his bubbling pot - Engar turned and glared down at Arthos.
"Pretty good, but dont think I'm done yet."
Engar dropped lightly to the ground, wincing slightly as he landed, then turned and removed the lid from the pot. Slowly, with immeasurable caution, he pulled open a drawer, selected a large metal ladle and, almost reverently, dipped it into the pot. He took it out and slowly, gently blowed the steam away from the bubbling surface and finally took a sip.
Sighing, he shoved the ladle back in the drawer.
"Would you believe it?" he turned to look dispairingly at Arthos, "I left it on too long.."
Ignoring the pain, Engar grabbed the pot by the handles and swung it around, emptying the boiling contents directly onto Arthos who could only raise his arms in shock as it poured over him. The pain must have been quite incredible, it certainly would have explained why Engar was grinning so much.
"Nice and hot, just the way I like it."
Arthos glared at him, a flame burning brightly in one eye and a cold metallic stare from the other. Engar did his best to ignore the first, but the way the metallic one was still staring at his left arm was beginning to bug him.
"Time to end this!" Engar ran forwards, his left arm coming around with the knife he had selected from the drawer, and dived at Arthos. Unfortunately Arthos brought one of his metal arms up in the last second, the knife skittering harmlessly along it before leaping from his hand, and grabbed hold of Engar's arm by the wrist. Then, with surgical precision, Arthos brought his other hand down on Engar's left arm in a chopping movement.
There was a strange cracking noise and the whole of his arm suddenly seemed to be on fire.
"Son of a.." Engar backed away, Arthos releasing him carelessly, and cradled his arm with tears forming in his eyes, "What the hell did you do?!"
"The bone was fractured slightly, an old wound that never properly healed. I broke your left arm."
Wincing and swearing, Engar took another step backwards and raised his right hand, his left arm banging uselessly by his side.
"Don't think this is over Tin Man, I'm right handed and I'll only need the one to beat the likes of you!"
OOC: I like that one a lot more, I think I'm getting the hang of fighintg. Over to you Arthos, good luck to you.