<div class="floatleft">(http://www.campuscircle.com/film/104112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Creed<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Sabertooth<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1, Room 5<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fitness Center<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd, Early morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jimmy Hudson Jr., Zoe Hennesy, Open<br/><hr/>He smiled at the girl. from their casual banter, it was clear that Jimmy and Zoe had spent some time together before, knew each other enough to be talking about a fight that they might have in the future. Maybe more like a wrestling match, Victor thought, forcing himself not to grin at his wittiness, or lack thereof," Victor," He said with a smile, pulling his shirt off and placing it carefully on the ropes of the ring," Nice to meet you too," And with that, as Jimmy had already told her the rules, he raised his hands and moved towards the center of the ring, fully concentrated. He bumped the other man's outstretched fist as the well-known sign of good-will between fighters as well as a genuine wish of good luck and he narrowed his eyes and mind. Jimmy was all that existed in this new world of his, and he forced himself to get geared for battle.<br/><br/>Taking up a middle guard, hands covering the lower half of his face and elbows covering his ribs, he circles Jimmy a bit, taking a gauge of the man, his left hand extended a bit further than it needed to. Jimmy, despite being built like a tank, was shorter and with lacking in reach. Which was his biggest weakness right there. Victor needed to keep the fight at an-arm's length as much as possible, using his longer reach to keep the smaller man's fists and kicks away, holding the center of the ring. Grappling put him at a disadvantage, since his own longer arms and legs would be harder to bring to bear in the tight range. He clenched his jaw as well as his abdomen, tucking his chin in and closed for an attack.<br/><br/>He started with a quick whiplash of his leg, kicking at Jimmy's calves, more as a distraction than anything else, although the hope was that he would catch the man off guard and off balance as his fists rained pain on him. A half-hearted jab was shot with his left hand, aimed for Jimmy's cheekbone was first, intentionally weak in the spirit of keeping their faces from showing obvious signs of their sparring match. Next he closed the distance a bit more, aiming a right hook for Jimmy's ribs and completing with a left hook for his jaw.