A smirk came to his face as Dirt flexed and rolled his neck, â€œAye....well, you are not as puny as the last guy, but you are still mighty puny. Are you sure that want to get into it with me? I mean...you could just go along and well...not get beaten up to a bloody pulp.â€ He snickered and punched his right fist into his left palm, then proceeded to crack his knuckles.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF40FF"> Lyno stretched and smirked a bit. "Heh heh...don't ya know? When you all brawn you can't be brains too. That is why...you and I are the ones sized just right. Balance between brawn and brains makes for the skilled fighter." He said with a smirk. Taking up a fighters stance. "I already covered this but yes. I want to get into it with ya." He switched positions. "Would boxing be more your style? I can do boxing. Or street. Or martial arts." He said with a smirk. He stood up and pounded his fist into his hand. "hahahaha I like your style man. Now lets get past the love talk and the flirts alright? Let us begin the stage of our walking the walk. I am a sucker for pain and the bloodier the fight the more fulfilling the win. As I said. I am not leaving here without your ass. So you kick my ass this fight give me a moment and we going again and again. Whether we play by fight rules or get it a little hijinks up in here...depends on how evenly we matched." He moved and made a feinted left punch to bring in the real strike which was the gut level side swipe kick.</span></span><br/><br/>Dirt just snorted and blocked the fake punch then caught the leg and held it, â€œYou know....you talk a lot about nothing.â€ With a grin he then made as though to lift, turn and throw the annoying man away from him and into the wall. Should that go off without a hitch he would charge and seek to punch him in the face then, followed by an uppercut and finally he would grip him by the head and bring his face down on his thrusted up knee.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Lyno smirked and jumped up and twisted his form as he curled his free leg around the arm which was holding his leg. Twisting his entire body and pulled the arm with it. Intending to bring the man onto his back as well. He smirked a bit. "We shall see big man. We shall see." If this move worked out and even if it didn't he'd pull himself out of the grip with a rough jerk as he grabbed ahold of the man's arm. Pulling with his leg through the grip of hand and thumb. Using his body to throw himself to his feet again.</span></span><br/><br/>Dirt released the monkey man from his grip, not really impressed by his acrobatics, but at least he was still alive and kicking. With a grunt he spun for a high kick to the head, to be followed by a straight kick to the chest and then a jump with his knee up once again brought forth to catch the man in the face.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF40FF">Lyno wasn't really interested in impressing the man. His job was simple...bring him in. He brought his leg up and met the mans. Bending off to the side to avoid the second kick. Punching out with his fist to impact the knee with a lot of force and thrust it away from his face. He  then began his own upward kick. Spiraling it into a backwards flip to land and smirk a bit. He moved as if water through fingers to throw several punches. A left hook followed with a right jab ending with an uppercut.</span></span><br/><br/>The kick was easily dodged, the flip, flashy, and something a sissy ballerina would do. With a grunt he took the jab, then stepped into his guard when the arm was pulled back for the uppercut and sought to drive his elbow into the stomach of the man; drive the wind from him to allow Dirt to press the advantage. The ground about them began to tremble slightly, while Dirt became more focused.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold"> Lyno was knocked back about an inch and he snickered. Rubbing his stomach as if impressed. Really he was just amused. "You bringing on the magic fighter boy?" he asked with a dark smile. "I can't wait to see what you can do. Apparently leader thinks you tough shit." He smirked a bit. "Come on...I saw you hit the desk jockey harder than that." He took up new fighters stance. He looked at him. Still the man was good but he would not be leaving without this man. He wanted to see what Dirk could do. He almost slipped up and revealed he knew his name. All in good time.</span></span><br/><br/>Without letting up, while the man ran his mouth, Dirt stomped his foot the ground shook violently and he threw an uppercut, then a left hook and then a right. To finally end it in a snap kick to the face, all of which were with enough force to break bones and damage organs, to make him bleed.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lyno snickered and felt the ground shake violently. He moved his own fists into the mans onslaught of hits. An opposing strike to copy each of the punches the man threw in. The kick had been unexpected and sent him back a bit. A small trickle of blood going down from his nose. He flipped back up. Wiping it away. Stretching a bit and smirked. He moved and began his own onslaught of hits. An upper cut followed by an elbow jab then a sweeping kick intended for knocking the man off his balance and onto his face. Using an equal amount of force to the ones Dirk been throwing his way. Giving a left right combo with a kick towards the face intended for a knock back blow if the first kick sweep failed. This was getting fun. He wondered if the ground shaking indicated the man getting close. He too had no intentions of letting up.</span></span><br/><br/>There it was the blood. With a grin he ducked and dodged the series of attacks. With focused precision that trickle of blood began to flow faster and heavier, as Dirt called to the blood. He wanted the blood to flow to leave that man's body, to spill forth. When the legs came for his face, he blocked the one, though the blow to his forearm made him grimace, before he caught the next leg and then sought to drive his elbow down on it to break his knee. All the while he called to the blood.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lyno smirked and ripped his leg from Dirk's hold. "So...it is that kind. This shall be fun." He said. His eyes taking on a dark hold. He used a minor healing spell Drake forced on him to end the blood flow. Damn...not quick enough...he lost a lot of blood. Still...he couldn't give in and he couldn't give up. His mouth moved and his body began to take on a blackish aura. "Heh...kinda a bit weaker. Nice...made my leg a little achey." The black aura rose up and over him. Coming from that aura a summoned creature began to form. He was going to have to put his all into this. Yeah...idiotic perhaps but...he had to do everything he could. "Show me what you can do with your blood magic." He was feeling quite light headed. Guy was good. No wonder Drake...was so fascinated with this guy. He frowned a bit. The aura grew stronger and higher. He was drawing on the remaining energy he had within his body. The shadow dragon wisped around and moved ready to strike. "Heh...No wonder boss man said...you one of the best. That you be a strong ally...bastard always knows how to call em." He still forced himself to launch out the shadow serpant intending to use it on Dirk. If he wasn't so weak and light headed it might have done more than most likely just knock him back. He gave his word. He would do his damnedest to keep it. No matter what it took. He forced his body forwards and took a swing with his fist.</span></span><br/><br/>Dirt could feel the magic, could feel it as the man pulled it to himself. It was a lot of magic and with how weak he felt now that he lost so much blood, Dirt was a bit concerned that this might kill the man. After all, he would have to hide the body. Then the serpent was thrown at him and he reacted on instinct, a wall of earth was suddenly erected before him. It shuddered from the impact to the shadow beast, but held strong before it crumbled once the serpent dissipated. There was just enough time to catch the weak fist that was thrown as Dirt sighed and rolled his eyes, "If I go with you, will you stop trying to kill yourself? I am really not in the mood to deal with a dead body."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF40FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lyno looked up with a fierce look. "I gave my word to boss man that I'd give it my all to get you to come with. I am a man of my word." He said. He was breathing heavily. Slowly forcing his magic at a rest. "Indeed...I would." He said. Looking up at him. "I'm glad you aren't. I'd rather not be the dead body." He said with a chuckled. Pulling out a cigarette and lit it. Taking a pull of it and blew out the smoke away from Dirk's direction. "Well...we best be going. You every bit as good as boss man said you'd be. Welcome to the team...names Lyno. Course we already know yours. We underground as well." he shook off the dizziness. "Ready?"</span></span><br/><br/>"Lead the way, stringbean," he said and clapped the smaller man on the shoulder before he laughed. Maybe this group would have decent food and a shower. He had not had one in so long, it would be nice to have a shower, though he is not going to be the one to clean the bathroom when he is done. Not touching that mess with a 30ft pole.