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Dec 16, 2005 17:20:01 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 16, 2005 17:20:01 GMT -8
The kick the man flung at Kris next was far to powerful to block, and he had no where to throw the mans momentum being they were in a hallway. Only one option remained, Kris backed up. The jock missed and his foot landed on the floor harmlessly. The man was off balance, Kris almost delivered an uppercut to his face, but the second man squeezed throught the the tiny space between the off-balance bloke and the wall. The surpise stunned Kris for a moment. And that moment was long enough for the once unbalanced one to punch Kris in the kidney. He lunged backwards, avoiding the majority of the force of the blow. He pulled his black gloves out of his back pocket, each knuckle armed with a silve spike. Mostly for decorative purposes he figured they would only work the first few blows. He had to make them count...
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Dec 17, 2005 0:22:50 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 17, 2005 0:22:50 GMT -8
Garret saw Mike steal up and take Jean off.. quite grateful that she was now out of harm's way, he didn't really have to worry about losing now. Garret, unlike many of his buddies, had no martial arts, or any formal defense training... most of his fighting experience came from fights that occured in the trailer park, drunken kids that thought they could take on the world. This guy wasn't drunk however, he knew what he was doing.. albeit doing poorly.
"You know, for a guy who's so popular, you're pretty freakin' ugly..." garret said, hoping to taunt the giant into recklessness, to make a vital mistake. In the mean time, he moved out of the way of another hit, slamming with his back against the wall. Seeing Kenny heading toward him again, he rolled left, pushing himself off the wall and out of the way, hoping the gargantuan would slamm his stupid head or fist into the wall... He raised the chances of that happening by ducking low with an outstretched leg...
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Dec 17, 2005 23:27:26 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 17, 2005 23:27:26 GMT -8
Michael looked over towards Kris and saw him being jumped by two guys. Then he looked at Bly. He had it taken care of for the moment. Bly was small and agile, but so long as he could dodge the large line backer, then he would be fine. Mysteriously appearing behind Kris, Michael gave a wicked grin to Kris and then turned his maniacal eyes towards the two large men. To them, Michael must've just been released from the mental institution.
"Hey Kris. It seems that you're outnumbered," Michael said as he crossed his arms across his chest, "Would you like me to handle them, or do you wish for assistance?"
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Dec 18, 2005 11:19:39 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 18, 2005 11:19:39 GMT -8
Bly still moved nimbly around the large Linebacker, who was becoming more and more enraged at the lack of ability to hit the moving target. His movements became easier to read and more wild in nature, easier to counter. Even so, one mistake, one false move and one hit would take Bly down. He had to keep calm and in control. He dodged another blow, sending the brute with his momentum stumbling the other way down the hall past him. He wheeled around again and charged. At the last moment, Bly dropped to his knees and raised his back just as the charging jock was over him, flipping him up and over, hitting the floor hard further down. He didn't get up this time, it seemed as though he were stunned... For now, atleast.
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Kenny's fighting style obviously had a flaw, Garret's tripping motion easily catching him and throwing the large jock shoulder first into the wall in front. However, having the size and conditioning that he did, he simply backed out of the hole that was now in the wall, brushed the debree from his jacket, and turned again towards Garret. He didn't show that it hurt, but his movements definately were slower, and he was a little more reluctant in his attacks, perhaps a little less confident now that he hadn't gotten a hold of him.
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Dec 18, 2005 13:32:41 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 18, 2005 13:32:41 GMT -8
"You get the one on the left. Let's finish this quick, I want to see the pummeled face of that doorknob fighting Garret." Kris said to Mike.
The brute facing Kris rushed towards him with a roundhouse punch from the left. Kris grabbed his arm, and went with the punch, throwing the man of balance. Kris put his fists into the mans stomach, using all the force Kris could muster. The man backed up, holding his wounded stomach. Blood on his hands. Apparently the metallic ornaments on Kris's gloves worked.
Kris took a moment to look out of the hallway window in the gym, and saw Jean's unconscious body. He didn't like her being alone like that. Perhaps more jocks would come, and take her. He trembled, he could not let anything like that happen. He stared a the man he had punched, still hurdled over from his lack of breath. He delivered an uppercut to his jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. Kris looked out the window again, and saw what he had hoped he could stop. Three men were walking towards Jean, all clad in their school colors.
Kris didn't have time to think now, insane amounts of adrenaline pumped through his veins. He jumped over his former opponent, trying to get up from his wound. Kris ran through the gym door. The men were about to get her, but Kris ran up to nearest one, and kicked the side of his leg. As the man tumbled down from his broken knee, Kris punched him in the throat. But he wasn't done with him yet. he grabbed the throat, and held him up. He punched with his free hand, repeatedly. He pummeled the man, his face trying to scream, but he couldn't. His facial expressions drooped. The man was unconscious, but Kris continued punching. The he threw the limp body aside. Kris got in a standard fighting stance, and awaited the other two men's reactions.
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Dec 18, 2005 16:38:14 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 18, 2005 16:38:14 GMT -8
Michael blinked oddly at Kris. What odd procedures. No Martial Arts style he studied taught anything near that... Perhaps he would have a nice talking with Kris and his sensei... While Michael thought, the other football player crept up upon him. Did the football player think that he truely had him? Yes, yes he did. Michael had only shown to be psychotic or slightly insane; what could he do? A lot.
Starting off with a simple turn around with the left side, he faced the football player. They weren't that far off in height, so they stared at each other in the eyes. Then, very quickly, the football player rushed Michael, with his right arm drawn back slightly.
A few moments later, Michael was walking towards Kris and Jean, passing by Bly, trusting he had the situation under control behind him. Though what happened to the opponent Michael just had? Well, he was on the ground, with his eyes rolled back into the back of his head, and his jaw open. He was still breathing. Michael brushed his shoulder off and sighed, as he walked over towards the two men about to attack Kris.
"Just for the record, Kris, that was pathetic; you had to use a weapon," Michael said with a snicker, as he walked up behind the two football players, "Now do me a favor and take Jean out of here. I thought that she would've been safe here, but apparently not." Michael brought his right hand up, his left arm back, his right foot forward, and his left foot back about a few inches. His right hand had his middle and index fingers up, but the other two were curled shut, and his thumb was bent back slightly. One of the men started moving towards Kris and Jean, but he was soon met with his face, the floor. Michael had brought his right hand down upon the back of the boy's neck, and made a sweeping motion with his right foot, sending the boy straight to the floor. Then he turned towards the other football player and stood up straight, with no stance... or was it?
"Now, please do as I ask Kris, or I will do to you what I have done to the other opponent of mine," Michael said with a slight growl in his voice, "You've done plenty, if not more then what these men have done."
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Dec 18, 2005 17:11:18 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 18, 2005 17:11:18 GMT -8
Kris growled, "Whatever, I've had my fun, now you can have yours." Kris walked over to Jean, and picked her up. He brought her outside of the gym, and towards a portable. He put her down on the ramp, so she would be out of he snow. Kris nearly slipped trying to get up, but he managed. He put his jacket over her shoulders, she would of probably been cold when she woke up. Kris liked the cold. It didn't bother him, so he stared into the scenary of the campus, not much to look at. He thought about how the other's were handling the situation...
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Dec 18, 2005 18:12:48 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 18, 2005 18:12:48 GMT -8
(( heh.. just relocate her some more eh kris? Now she'll suffer rom hypothermia while she's unconscious... ))
Ha! He had found the weakness.. now to exploit it. But as Garret tried the same thing, he caught Kenny's fist with his gut.. he wasn't fighting an idiot. His eyes watered, and Garret took several steps back, reeling from the blow. Both hands still on his stomach, he didn't see the next hit coming up right afterwards. the backhand caught him along the face, and sent him crashing into the base of a trachcan, the contents spilling onto the floor. But kenny didn't stop there... Despite the blurry eyes, he could see the towering figure approaching him... Garret fumbled around him, looking for something, anything to use to get him back a few paces. The can... Garret kicked the metal trash can, sending it into Kenny's leg, making his face once again, united witht he floor. Not wasting another moment, garret jumped up and wiped his eyes, running out the hallway (and using Kenny's broad shoulders as a springboard) toward the exits. Problem solved, he survived.. now to find a way back inside and rendezvous with the others...
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Dec 18, 2005 18:23:39 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 18, 2005 18:23:39 GMT -8
Michael only chuckled. "I've been having mine." Turning to face the other jocky, he shook his head, and instead of waiting, he charged with a quick strike. Bringing his right hand against his chest with his body angled at a sixty degree angle, he took aim at the points his next attack would hit. A grinned crossed his lips as he practiced his favorite technique; the Eighty-Four point seal. Closing the distance between the two, the football player tried to shield himself by pushing his right shoulder towards Michael, in hopes of creating a wall. Michael broke this wall. Reaching the boy's shoulder, he pressed the eight seal points on his arm, which instantaneously made his arm twitch and shake, breaking the concrete wall. Without stopping, he touched the three seals on his right shoulder, making his shoulder twitch as well. Soon, he had hit over half of the eighty-four points, twenty-four, and the boy was twitching from nearly every part of his body.
Finally, Michael finished sealing the points, and the boy fell onto the floor. The boy's eyes were open as he looked up at Michael. Michael's arms were crossed across his chest as he glared down at the man on the ground with a grin upon his lips.
"If I seal up the last sixteen points, you'll be paralyzed for life. So, if you don't wish to be paralyzed, I suggest that you go back to your friends, and warn them. Warn them that Jean, Garret, Kris, nor Bly, are to ever be touched or harmed. If they are, I will come back, and finish the seals. Though I am always looking for a good fight, so if you wish to seek revenge, find me." Michael snickered quietly. "Now get." The boy started crawling back towards the hallway, probably to warn his friends. In any case, Michael began walking back towards Bly, just in case he wanted any help.
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Dec 18, 2005 18:30:03 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 18, 2005 18:30:03 GMT -8
Bly seemed to be wearing the large man down, but even Bly's movements were becoming less precise and more and more sloppy with each dodge. He was beginning to become worn out himself, never quite built for stamina. On the other hand, the large jock was. After dozens of failed attempts, the hulking mass finally caught a glancing blow on Bly's shoulder, throwing him off balance. Bly stumbled back against a wall, hitting it in a leaning position, giving him no leverage to move away from the next huge Hook Swing that connected full on with the center of his gut. His back to the wall only intensified the hit, as Bly slowly slid down, holding his stomach and gasping for air. Everything was a huge white blur and he felt like he was going to throw up. He was losing consciousness quickly, his thought process slowing down. It was only by the greatest good fortune that the jock's finishing blow, intended for Bly's head, was at the precise moment his body went limp and fell suddenly to the side. The Husky player's fist met with only the wall, and a support beam to boot, quite easily shattering all the bones in his hand. The large oaf recoiled, screaming in pain, and stumbled backwards. He fell back against the opposite wall, holding his crushed hand, and moaning in agony. Bly lay still against the wall and floor, hardly breathing, his lungs not quite over the blow yet. He lay unconscious there.
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Kenny lay on the floor, lights in his eyes and only pain and anger in his mind. He rolled over, moaning in agony, holding the shattered parts of his face. His nose was severly broken, as well as one of his cheekbones at the least fractured. He looked through his fingers as Garret rounded the corner, fury in his eyes. He slowly rose to his feet, disoriented still from the blow. Only one thing was on his mind as he left the room. He had to get to his locker. He wouldn't let this end like that. He stumbled down the hall, one hand holding his face, the other balancing against the wall. It wasn't over yet.
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Dec 18, 2005 19:37:22 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 18, 2005 19:37:22 GMT -8
(By the way, Polyamorous, the weapon Kris used was part of the plot I have in mind for Kris...And Zephyr, yeah I relocated her. And put a jacket on her, I actually thought about hypothermia when I posted. *Pats on the back*)
Kris sat down next to Jean. He stared into the clouds. Kris wondered whether or not to go back in. Jocks were'nt the kind of people that play fair. If they lose, they lose thier reputation so they fight dirty. But Kris had to wait by Jean, she would be safe out here, even at the expense of the cold. She could rest now.
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Dec 18, 2005 20:31:38 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 18, 2005 20:31:38 GMT -8
(Point being what? Michael is one who didn't like what Kris did because he drew a weapon on an unarmed man, even if he was twice as big. Michael is a strict Martial Artist who is completely about honor when it comes to combat.)
Michael saw the connection of the fist go to Bly's stomache, and he watched as the large Jocky fell backwards in pain. Seeing how Bly dealt with the situation, he decided that his new friend was in need of much help, so he stepped in. Taking a position between Bly and the Jocky, he made himself as a wall. "Pick on someone your own size." The already pained Jocky growled in frustration and pushed off of the wall with great speed for such a gargantuant brute. Sighing softly, Michael took up an offensive stance, by bringing his right side facing the Jocky, his left hand behind his back, and his right arm in the same position as before, making his index and middle finger's stand up.
"Like a lamb running from its shepherd, so have you been lead to the wolf," Michael said as he started his own rush towards the Jocky, closing the gap much faster then the brute intended. Bringing his right hand down upon the knuckles of the brute's broken fist, he hit it dead square in the middle of the knuckles. The force that was sent through out his arm, shattered the bones that made his wrist, and the pain made the Jocky stumble. Using the size of the brute, he pushed backwards to counter the charge, in which he stopped the brute from moving. Before the Jocky could respond and look up, Michael's elbow hit his jaw, and continuing the swing, Michael's fist bashed into his temple, sending his body into an unconscious state. The Jocky's body hit the floor with a thud, and Michael stood up straight and cracked his neck a little. Turning to see Bly, he walked over to him and bent down to see the damage given to him. It wasn't bad.
"You'll live, and you don't have to worry; you're not alone, and I'm here," Michael gave a soft smile as he soon heard the foot steps of another person to his left. Turning and seeing that it was Kenny, Michael stood up and began to walk towards him. "Bly, go find the others outside, and stick near them. Tell them to stick together. I've got something else I need to take care of..." Michael said as he grew ever so much closer towards Kenny.
Standing not more then fifteen feet from Kenny, Michael said, "And where do you think you are going?"
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Dec 18, 2005 20:40:20 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 18, 2005 20:40:20 GMT -8
(Ah yes, I suppose what I did was less thna honerable. Forgive me.)
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Dec 18, 2005 20:59:54 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 18, 2005 20:59:54 GMT -8
Bly had hardly heard Michael, consciously atleast. He was just now regaining his senses, Michael as he left only a large black blur fading into the light. Unconsciously he knew what he had to do. He slowly made his way to his feet, still wobbly, disoriented from the blow. He staggered along the wall, limping from the shock his nerves still suffered. He found the exit and leaned into the crossbar, falling through the door and out into the snow. He slowly rose to his feet again, with much more difficulty this time. His pain was becoming more and more prominent, the adrenaline and shock leaving his body. The cold helped him regain his senses, enough to look around and spot Jean and Kris. He stumbled over to them slowly, careful of the icy path. He made it to the ramp and collapsed at the bottom, his back against the railing. He panted heavily, still exhausted from his ordeal. He managed to swallow his pain and mumble out a duressed question. "Is... Is she goin- going to be.. alright?" He didn't have the strength to look over at them, instead his head rested against his chest.
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Kenny was no longer dazed, He was quite aware of Michael's presence behind him, and was fully aware of what he had done to his teammates. He wouldn't stop him, however, and his fight was not for him. He continued on down the hall, no longer staggering, but running quite well. He was a good 5 yards ahead of Michael when he sprinted off, giving him an edge on him. He rounded a corner into a one-way door that some poor kid was walking out of, obviously wandered away from the party. Kenny shoved the suprised student aside and burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him. Michael would not be able to open it from his side, as the door was designed not to let people back through once exited. Kenny then continued on his way towards the lockers, well-aware that if Michael chose to pursue him, he would have about 5min to get what he needed, since Michael's path would be a very long round-about.
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Dec 18, 2005 21:18:36 GMT -8
Post by deliverance on Dec 18, 2005 21:18:36 GMT -8
(+laughs+ Don't apologize to me; I took no offense to it.)
"Though you may wear the colors of your school, the color you paint upon yourself is yellow," Michael said as he watched Kenny leave sight, making no attempt to follow him. Breaking school property wasn't something he felt like doing. Turning around and making his way towards Bly's original position, he saw where his friend had limped out through the door, into the snow, and over towards Kris and Jean. Exiting the hallway and walking outside, he grabbed his fallen jacket off of the ground and tied it around his waist. Soon he found Bly, Kris, and the unconscious damsel in distress; Jean. Crossing his arms across his chest, he made his way towards them silently.
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