Enter Jecht...

Jecht had been waiting for his match for quite some time, passing the time by smoking cigarettes and just calmly waiting. He had been leaning against the darkest corner of the room, ignoring everybody's existence. Both his hands dug into his pockets as trails of smoke poured from his nose and the tip of the cigarette. After some time had passed he heard his name get called by the announcer. "Jecht Spiegel!" He hadn't payed attention the the second name that was called, he merely yawned as he lazily walked over to the arena. His posture was poor, and a lazy unmotivated look stretched across his face. He stepped onto the arena and waited for his opponent.

a man entering n a karate uniform looked at jecth with a smile. "let's get it on" he said getting in a karate stance

((Excuse the short post, lazy and tired at the moment))

Jecht sighed at the man, he just wanted to get this thing over with, he knew this guy wouldn't be a threat...He squinted his eyes at him, a look of annoyance in his face. "Yeah, what ever...Let's just get this over with." He waited for him to make the first move, it would be his first and last one...

ooc: me too im not even suppose to be on now

the man threw a karate chop to the side of the man's head.

Jecht's eyes would close as the man approached him, he moved slow and was extremely predictable, he didn't stand a chance. He would end this fight with one deadly attack, never taking his hands from his pockets. He simply leaned backwards, letting the karate chop fly over his head. As he was leaning back he preformed a back flip, throwing his feet towards the man's chin, attempting to pound them into his chin one after another. Preforming one of his signature moves, the back flip double kick.

the man was hit knocked only a inch away form the edge of the arena his he was on the ground dizzy. "i pittyyyyy thaaa foo........"

"Yeah..." He simply turned away from the contender, this was boring to him, he felt like quitting already. He began walking to the edge of the arena, not caring if he had won or not. His stance was normal, well at least to him. His hands in his pockets, his posture poor, his eyes closed as he enjoyed his cigarette....Maybe the next fight wont be such a bore... He thought to himself, exhaling a drag through his nose as he stepped off the arena.

ooc: so what wha? you give up?

((Not really, I figured the guy had been knocked out, so Jecht left. Jecht could technically lose if the match isn't over, but I figured it had been.))

oh k.......

vision gains 1,500 exp