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Post by Vetis on Oct 5, 2010 14:51:04 GMT -8
(OOC: Please refer to the OOC thread Vetis House of Pain! for handicaps)
He needed a job. Nothing really suited him except for violence. This was the case with a lot of people in the area actually. Then it hit im in the face like a brick...he would become Tyler Durden.... to an extent.
His idea was to set up a place where people could fight one another and gamble on the outcome. His intention was to profit off of this but before he could he would have to establish himself first. He had sent out a few invitations based on the reputations and recommendations of people in the area. Only 3 replied to the invitations
1st was Gabriel Seran. This was his sociology teacher. He would be really eager to see what sort of tricks he could pull.
2nd was Kiyoshi.... he didnt know anything about him but just the fact he had the balls to reply said enough.
3rd was the bouncer he had fought named Farren. He couldnt remember anything about that night they fought except he had a hell of a hangover the next morning and a few bruises. He would be eager to see what this guy could do.
After they replied with their intent to fight and what they would put on the line he had sent them directions on where to arrive. There were hidden cameras all over the room so Vetis could watch the fight and ascertain the winner of it. It was an abandoned building with a stained glass ceiling. It was easily two stories tall but there was no upstairs just open space. The building itself was about as spacious as a school gym. The floor was made of solid concrete. The only light in the room came from the filtered moonlight. There was a single firelight that he had rigged to go off when the match was to begin. The bulb itself was covered by a red plastic dome. The only things in the room were all in the center and they were things he placed there.
x5 large black stones x1 gas mask x2 bottles of Bleach x2 bottles of Amonia x1 police grade handcuffs x1 novelty handcuffs x1 Neck cone used after dog surgery x1 hammer
He figured with these items and these items only in the room they were sure to be amusing to say the least.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2010 15:27:57 GMT -8
The sound of a revving engine echoed through the night streets as Kiyoshi sped on his way to the received location. He had gotten word of this 'fight club' of sorts, pretty much somebody arranged a location and combatants. Sounded like it would be a pretty good racket if you sold tickets to people who enjoyed watching a good fight and who doesn't enjoy that. None of that really matter to Kiyoshi at all, he had a location where there would be a fight and that is what mattered. Yet, as he sped through the streets, there was no contemplation of who, how many, obstacles, or any other questions that might arise... thinking about it just complicated everything. Best to keep things simple.
Either way it wasn't look before Kiyoshi reached his destination. The engine slowly hummed down as it died and the Japanese student parked by the abandoned building. Icy blue eyes scanned the structure as he dismounted and prepared to leave behind the items he didn't want damage, his trench coat, his glasses, and his gloves. With them carefully resting with his motorcycle, Kiyoshi made his way into the building. It was empty at the moment, which meant that he was the first to arrive or someone was hiding... meh. He took a quick glance around the area, noting the certain objects that might be of use later, but for the immediate encounter his fists would be all he needed. Especially since kicking had been disallowed by special rules, which just made it more interesting.
Casually Kiyoshi strode to the center of the open area, beneath the stained glass skylight, and sat in a meditative position. His attire had been ceremoniously picked for this fight, no boots as it would pay to be softer in step when kicking was illegal, his pants were black and the same as those worn in period films about Feudal Japan aka hakama, and that was it. He had wrapped his abdomen in medical tape as well as his hands, wrists, and feet for extra support without much weight. So, as mentioned, Kiyoshi sat with his legs crossed underneath him as his arms relaxed at his sides and his eyes shut as he took deep focused breaths. In his mind...
... was nothing.
{Stats for this thread: Str - 15 | Dex - 35 | Con - 40 | Int - 15 | Wis - 15 | Cha -15}
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Post by Farren on Oct 5, 2010 20:14:42 GMT -8
A low rumble echoed through the city streets, like rolling thunder with the bass turned down. I shifted gears and the rumble grew louder, powering out of the turn to increase my speed. Watching the street signs slide by, I finally found the block I was looking for and cut the engine to half power, coasting around the final turn as my dim headlight cast eerie glows on the enormous building in front of me. I came to a stop next to a Japanese import, a rice burner bike that seemed to be all the rage these days. Somebody must already be here, though I couldn't see yet. Myself, I went with the bigger of my two motorcycles, a 1948 Indian Chief. Classic American muscle - heavy, loud, unmistakable, with just a hint of dust on the paint job. I killed the engine and leaned the bike onto its kickstand, swinging my leg out and taking a closer look at the property. No distinguishing features, expect what looked like a stained glass roof, and no one in sight. I didn't like the feel of it from the start. I'd attended my share of fight clubs in the past: hell, I started the one at PHS #552. Normally fight clubs were in basements or clearings in the woods, small spaces crammed with spectators and warriors. This place was...lifeless. The restrictions and requirements to win were also unlike other clubs - no kicks, and carving initials into other people's flesh? Whoever ran this thing had a sick mind. But high school guidance counselors /slash/ bouncers aren't exactly known for making six-figure incomes and I needed the cash. So I pooled together whatever I could spare from my paychecks and answered the call for fighters. Now I was regretting my decision. I took off my helmet and locked it to the Indian, then strolled up to the doorway slowly. I had a cheap, old pair of sneakers strapped to my feet and dirty, ratty jeans I used for yard work on my legs. I had on a tight, black long-sleeve shirt and a thick, black bandanna encasing the majority of my head. Athletic tape was wrapped around my hands from first knuckle to a few inches above the wrist. That was it. Except for my cycle keys I carried nothing else into the building - my betting money was safely stashed with the bike. Stepping inside the overly large warehouse, I noticed that there were no lights on, only the ghoulish rays of a full moon filtering through the glass overhead. Then I noticed the...collection of items in the center of the room. Yup, sick little game I'd signed myself up for. Way to go Farren. I chastised myself silently and continued farther into the building, looking around until the Asian sitting by his lonesome. That made me stop in my tracks. My eyebrow cocked up in a mix of confusion and amusement at the sight. Young guy, probably high school age or barely out of it, just sitting on the ground, like he was meditating. And he was wearing samurai pants and not much else. What-da-hell. Must be the owner of the other bike from out front. Damn, I was gonna fight a kid? Fan-fucking-tastic. Rather than risk finding anymore freaky stuff, I kept my mouth shut and retraced my steps. I leaned against the wall near the doorway and folded my arms over my chest, assessing the situation and the layout, doing inventory of the items on the floor. The fight card said three guys would be fighting. Just had to wait for one more. God, I thought, shaking my head, I couldn't wait for this bizarre night to get going. [/sarcasm]
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 6, 2010 17:23:09 GMT -8
Black slacks and a suiting black button up would be the chosen attire for this night's pleasantries. Certainly strange considering most of the fighter's he'd presume would be settled into their loose clothing and prepared to go all out. Gabriel however had something that most would call a super ego, now being the strongest person in Long Beach how could he have not been able to develop one of these. Perplexing yes but regardless he took to the night only knowing of the basic arrangements. No Equipment unless it was being gambled away, no kicking. Simple. In other words he presumed himself to have the best advantage.
A calm stroll into the night coming upon the parked vehicles outside. His stride stopping momentarily with his grasp around the metal briefcase locked with a twelve digit serial coding. A slight smile would crawl to his face as he slowly observed the vehicles. Not at all low class, certainly meant they'd be paying out however he'd been hoping for some more grassroots fighters. Regardless he strode forward into the room taking his time to do so as he marched in.
Farren to his left as he entered. The man once had made an uneasy pact with Gabriel but hadn't lingered long enough to see it in effect. Successful for a time but due to its performance ultimately put to rest, of course that was what the public would suspect. Center however a smaller Asian boy lingered in something of a meditative stance. Curious Gabriel didn't know this one.
Continuing to the center Gabriel would lean over just above the Asian boy taking into his grass the novelty handcuffs. A fair smirk on his face. "Kinky."
Sliding them into his back pocket quickly before grabbing the bottle of Amonia with his left hand still balancing the suitcase in his right.
"I suppose this would be everyone then?" Gabriel would retract himself coming to a full stand positioned over the Asian boy towards his flank. Positioning was a big part as it were. Gabriel would settle the suitcase to the floor before kicking it aside and letting the thing slide off into the corner of the room.
"When do we start?" A low chuckle in his throat still eying the gas mask hungrily.
Strength: 96 Dexterity: 91 Constitution: 90 Intelligence: 95 Wisdom: 100 Charisma: 95
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Post by Vetis on Oct 6, 2010 18:27:36 GMT -8
No sooner would the words leave gabriels mouth the fire light would go off. This was the signal to start it also briefly illuminated the room in a flashing red light when the moon light just woudlnt cut it. Outside the only entrance the sounds of machinery could be heard. It was the sound of a crane placing a heavy metal canister in front of the door so no one could easily get out, not until there was a winner...
(OOC: I wont post again til there is a winner)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2010 19:52:43 GMT -8
Patiently Kiyoshi waited for the other two, which wasn't all that long at all. To those fully aware of the kind of guy Kiyoshi was it might be shocking that he could be so patient, especially when the others arrived and he remained in that same relaxed position. It was easier to wait when you knew something worth waiting for was coming, like an all-out slobber knocker of a fight.
After the last arrival grabbed something with a few words, Kiyoshi opened his eyes with a bit of a yawn, meditation or snoozing... who knows. Anyway it allowed him to notice that the newest arrival had grabbed a bottle of ammonia, which was obviously good to know. He also noticed the other combatant of toward the door, though there was something vaguely familiar about that guy like they had met before. Perhaps in New York sometime back... on an old dock? Bah, it didn't matter now. In the progression of things the newest had just asked when they were to start and the apparent signal went off. Good enough.
Without wasting any time or thought on what was going on, Kiyoshi burst to his feet while still keeping relatively low to the ground and in one motion moved to drive his fist upward under the ribcage of the one known as Gabriel. He didn't really pause as the other fist went to knock the bottle of Ammonia from the man's hand while his head, which had cocked back during the original punch, started it's known attack as it went toward the nose of the man. It was easier to strike with the crown of his head at the nose due to the fact that Kiyoshi was shorter. All the attacks would be almost simultaneously, with the most minute of delays between the initial strike and the second two, which were designed to disarm the man. Kiyoshi wanted to keep this fist-to-fist for as long as possible.
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Post by Farren on Oct 8, 2010 21:22:58 GMT -8
The third and final combatant arrived: Gabriel Seran. My eyes narrowed and I quietly spit on the floor, acknowledging his entrance without a word. This was not what I was expecting. I knew all too well that Gabriel was strong, unusually so, and conniving as well. This would not be a one-and-done fight.
Suddenly there was a flash, a bang, and we were off to the races.
It was a good thing I was squinting already or else that blast of light could have blinded for a good while. I stayed where I was against the wall, watching as the Asian launched a fierce attack right out of the gate. He was aiming for Gabriel's face and the ammonia he had picked up. Smart move, if it worked. I took a moment to look over the situation and decided on a course of action. I slipped the bandanna off my head and wrapped it around my face, bandit-style, so that only my eyes were peeking out. It could prove useful in defending against a chemical attack later on.
Immediately after, I pushed off the wall and ran toward the pair of fighters. But, rather than join, I headed to a point just to the edge of the fight zone and, while still on the run, scooped up the hammer and one of the bottles of bleach. I kept running, clearing myself of the danger zone by several yards or so, then stopped and turned around to face the pair again. The moonlight cast precious little to see with, making the whole scene difficult to see clearly. I unscrewed the cap on the bleach and tossed it aside. Using the teeth on the back of the hammer's head, I punched a hole in the bottle's side and doused the hammer head in the eye watering bleach.
Then, with a practiced aim, I hurled the dripping bottle at the pair fighting, making sure it would rain bleach on them as it passed by. For now, my plan was to set the stage, even the odds as best I could. The bleach would irritate the eyes and breathing, the soaked hammer would deal double damage should anyone get caught in it's path. (The gas mask had been tempting to take, but would hinder vision, something I couldn't afford to lose.) I raised the hammer up, keeping it at the ready, and waited to see if I had defend, or would get another chance at a run-by for weapons.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 9, 2010 14:18:33 GMT -8
A fair smirk, the flash of light overhead signalling the go and Gabriel's eyes would seal with a blink focusing quickly on the intent. This was going to hurt. For them.
Gabriel's position would have been right behind Kiyoshi as he charged upright to strike, the moments going by ticking like in slow motion as he moved to return. One step back another to the right so that Kiyoshi's attack would've missed by inches and now Gabriel was to his side. Right hand launching out to grip around the back end of Kiyoshi's neck grabbing with all his strength crushing to force the boy downward. With his forward momentum he'd unintentionally be allowing Gabriel's force into the oncoming impact of Gabriel's raised kneecap aiming to fracture the nose on first strike slamming him into it.
Now Gabriel's back was turned to Farren, his peripheral's only catching movement as Farren made a rush towards his destination. Another step to the right so that Gabriel was now behind Kiyoshi bending him over further now so that his face would be grinding against the cement forcefully. The action would give Gabriel the opportunity to see where Farren was moving his hammer slamming down on the bottle of Bleach.
Shit.
In Gabriel's left hand the Ammonia bottle would slam the ground breaking the sealed cap as he'd throw the quickly dispensing bottle of Ammonia at Farren where the materials would mix into the deadly gas. Mustard Gas would eventually fill the room to kill them all, and Gabriel would smile.
Forward his hand still gripped over Kiyoshi's neck he'd drop all his weight on Kiyoshi's body forcing himself to roll over the boy thus pressing him to the ground further in action and roll off finally releasing his grip on the boy and scooping up the gas mask hurrying his way to grab the gas mask thrusting himself at full speed into the corner of the room with it sealed over his face.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2010 0:25:01 GMT -8
There was little Kiyoshi could when his target turned the tables of his assault, so instead of fighting he just went along with the ride. A broken nose was nothing new, nor was having someone try to grind him into the ground... hell he'd used that same maneuver several times. That's not to say it wasn't painful, sure as shit it hurt but there is a certain familiarity with the types of pain that he was being subjected to that made it easier to cope. Add to that the fact that the third opponent seemed nowhere to be seen and the splash about of liquids... only an idiot would be unaware of what was going on around the fighting area.
Once released, Kiyoshi spun to a sitting position and spotted the necessary items for his own next move while taking a deep breath of air as the forming toxic gas began to spread. With held breath and closed eyes, he located the neck cone and the remaining bottles of chemicals, which he promptly opened and poured down the cone after setting it on the ground with the narrow end up. Once that was completely he stumbled over to grab two of the large stones. He threw one directly up through the stained glass above, smashing it, and the other he kept with him as he staggered out of the spreading toxic gas. He hacked and wheezed before collapsing against the wall, right where Farren had been standing previous, the rock resting by his right hand as he slumped in a sitting position...
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Post by Farren on Oct 11, 2010 19:34:42 GMT -8
To quote Nucky Thompson, Fuckin' mooks.
It seemed Gabriel remembered his chemistry classes and did the one thing I was hoping to avoid in this fight: gas. I cursed through my teeth as he grabbed the gas mask and left the scene of the crime. I held the bandanna close to my face and was prepared to ride out the small amount of fumes, knowing that only some of the chemicals had mixed successfully. But then the Asian decided it'd be a great idea to mix the REST of the stuff and leave bubbling in the center of the room. The only smart thing he did was throw the rock through the roof to allow the gases to escape upwards - that combined with the size of the building would ensure we didn't all die.
But in the meantime, the gas was still very much present. I backed up until I hit a wall, as far from the dog cone as I could get. I saw Gabriel pushing himself into a corner nearby and figured, why the hell not. Wasting no more time, I pushed off the wall behind me and ran full sprint toward Gabriel. I counted on the commotion and the gas mask's reduced vision and sensory range to help even the strength differences between us. As I came in range I made sure I was just to the left of a head-on collision and, with the hammer in my right hand, I swung hard, horizontally at waist height, looking to smash the teeth end into Gabriel's lower abdomen. A wound hit - it wouldn't kill, but it'd bleed like a stuck pig. Even if it didn't puncture, it'd leave one hell of a belly ache.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 12, 2010 11:58:21 GMT -8
*Click*
Gabriel would unlatch the suitcase pulling free a collar, the heavy breathing given off by the mask only allowed for him to focus more in depth not that he'd need to rely on it completely now that the room was better ventilated, not perfect mind you but better than nothing. He'd come up to see a feral Farren charging his way through with the hammer.
Too slow.
The drop of the briefcase would sound off with a clatter while in one hand Gabriel held the dark collar while the other hand drew free the cuffs he snagged earlier on. Kinky sex toys were no match for a hammer and a trained warrior but perhaps Gabriel could've made a game of this. Something he always had done.
A step in reverse would trigger the out lash of the hammer to miss by mere inches as Gabriel's head craned forward to headbutt Farren in the lower lip hopefully discombobulating him as Gabriel's hand flipped out the cuffs trying to get one on, Snapping the cuffs down around the wrist holding the extended hammer Gabriel would sidestep to the right twisting as he did so to peel out the collar in secrecy lashing it around Farren's neck as he hopefully had him struggling over the cuffs.
Continuing his side stepping march to the right Gabriel would slap down the other end of the cuffs to a pipe in the wall letting it remain stuck there as Gabriel made his distance again parting himself of the gas mask letting it linger in his now free right hand.
"Stay put I'll be right back." Gabriel would say with a humored voice slowly pacing over towards Kiyoshi his attention still drawn at his back.
He knew quite well novelty handcuffs wouldn't hold Farren if he kept his composure rather now he was banking on the psychological effect of defeat as it crept in.
Upon crossing the room towards Kyoshi Gabriel would take inward breaths from the mask before letting it down to exhale thus providing him the ample vision he needed only weakened under the status when the mask was brought up but they were long intervals. The man exposed to such harsh conditions was more than accustomed to holding his breath for quite long times. He'd stop to grin kneeling down to grab the other set of handcuffs taking a moment to flip them open playfully before continuing onto Kiyoshi who looked to be struggling with the breathing aspect of the fight. This was when things got cruel.
"Where would you like a new tattoo?" Gabriel would smile stopping right in front of the boy sizing him up for a moment before growing impatient and lurching to the side to send his left hand around the boy's neck lifting him off the ground effortlessly. The force pinning him to the wall with a vice grip to aid in suffocating him.
With his right hand Gabriel would flip out one end of the metal handcuffs and use the sharp extended edge of the seal as his branding iron digging it into the right arm and spelling out his initials to start. Assuming of course he wasn't interrupted.
GS Long letters.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2010 18:56:05 GMT -8
Now there were two outcomes that concerned Kiyoshi that this jucture in the fight. We shall run both of them down so that whatever the outcome, we know what happens with Kiyoshi.
First, if Farren is able to in somewhere alter or impede on Gabriel's plans thus changing them in a way where he can not make his way over to Kiyoshi. The outcome there was the simplest of all... Kiyoshi would remain in his slouched position by the entryway they had come through, no reason to do anything.
The second would be the course of action taken if Farren did not alter Gabriel's path, which would bring him over to where Kiyoshi was:
Everything that Kiyoshi had done previous was part of a greater strategy, shocking as it might that he could think strategically. The more ways the air got into this place the better, and now there would be no repeats of the initial gas attack as the dog cone kept the second spew relatively contained and slow going in expansion. As for where he fell, even a large shipping container blocking the door couldn't create a vacuum seal thus some air would move through and it was good to be close to that.
Regardless of that, Kiyoshi was about to potentially be threatened in his resting state, which it wasn't hard to notice with the breathing of the gas mask and the sound of shoes on the concrete, the latter one he knew far too well. Still nothing in Kiyoshi's demeanor would change as he waited there to find out what would happen without giving away his awareness yet. Something often referred to as playing possum. As soon as Gabriel's left hand touched him, Kiyoshi would hurl the rock from his right hand right into the testicles of his opponent. Normally not an area that he would target but when someone brings chemical warfare into a fight... there is no longer an sense of decency or honor in it.
Now no matter how tough you may be, any man knows that a shot in the balls in crippling, unless you don't have anything to get hit with... but then you aren't a man. Ideally it would disable Gabriel long enough for Kiyoshi to rip off the gas mask and sprint away into the depths of the gas to collect more tools more usage, one being the removal of the cone to allow the gas to flow freer. But frankly, it was a futile effort as we all know none of it would work.
Now let's see what happens with that good ole boy Farren.
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Post by Farren on Oct 12, 2010 21:26:10 GMT -8
OOC: Kiyoshi, your attack pattern in the hidden message is what I'm working off.
It happened in a flash - cliche to say but it was the truth. Gabriel was almost twice my speed, even with the gas mask and fumes. I could see everything happening but couldn't physically react. And, rather than flail about and risk tangling myself even worse, I simply watched. I watched Gabriel's movements, taking split-second notes of the style, the timing, anything I could. The shot to my face hurt but I saw it coming long enough to tense up and weather the blow. One good thing about being an old punching bag like me - I could take the hits.
When everything was said and done I was left handcuffed to a pipe, my lip lower lip split open, and with some kind of god-damn dog collar on my neck. Seriously? Gabriel amused himself with a witty retort and walked away, leaving me alone. I took a deep breath, sighed, and remained calm as I looked around at my situation. I knew this was coming, just a matter of weathering the storm. I reached over with my left hand and took hold of the hammer. Fucker should've taken it away from me. With a few quick swings I snapped the cheap cuffs into pieces, leaving it in a pile on the floor. The collar I left on; it was actually helping keep the bandanna pinned to my face and filtering the air better.
I followed after Gabriel's path, jogging, at least half the length of the building behind him. The fumes were worse here and my eyes watered but I managed to stay focused. I couldn't tell what was going on with him and the Asian along the other wall but it didn't look like fun. I also noticed Gabriel had grabbed the good pair of handcuffs. There were, however, four large stones still up for grabs. I snatched up all four, stuffing two into either front pocket of my jeans and a third into the back left pocket. The fourth I kept in my right hand, the hammer in my left.
When I was within 10 yards of the struggling pair I reeled back and, with all aim and power, threw the stone in my hand at the back of Gabriel's head. It wouldn't be a knockout blow but it would definitely sting, maybe even break the skin on the man's tough hide. I was a pretty decent pitcher in my youth, I doubted I'd miss unless something drastic happened. Immediately after the throw I'd pull a second rock from my front pocket and keep it cocked and ready, calling out in a muffled voice, "Yo, asshole. We're not through yet."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Oct 13, 2010 21:11:42 GMT -8
Gabriel would proceed rather unimpeded feeling as though somehow he'd gotten the wrong ideal about this fight club that'd been set up it was after all supposed to be a challenge. Kneeling down to get that grip around Kiyoshi's neck would meet certain 'complications' With his hand lowered and the visor of the gas mask up he'd be more so on guard thus noticing the unleashed strike with the brick however determining the close quarters Gabriel could only do so much and man rule number one was to protect the nuts. So Abandoning defensiveness of his face his hands sprawled down like lightening as his knees would scrunch in tautly to protect as much area as could be managed and guard his ball sack.
Thwack. The brick would hit with little effect but bruising the skin and further irritating Gabriel as the little Asian boy tore free the mask and the air itself seemed to teeth of sickness. A feral growl would rip from Gabriel's throat pinning back Kiyoshi with the same maneuver only this time faster, and rougher. The ends of the handcuffs digging into the skin as he set to work on the 'G' This time on Kiyoshi's right cheek planning to leave his 'S' on his left. Give something pretty to look at for his classmates come Monday.
Already through with his first initial focus forward the quick Thwack at the back of his head would stop his artistry with a splitting pain. Blood running from the back of his skull quickly matting his otherwise perfect business attire.
"Yo, asshole. We're not through yet."
Gabriel's eyes would narrow quickly feeling as though he needed to teach a dog when to lie down. Jerking his wrist he held Kiyoshi in Gabriel would Throttle him downward into a punting kick with his left foot to send him into the very wall with little pity as he turned about towards Farren.
"I thought I said to stay. Seems you have a problem with directions Farren." Gabriel would manage having little difficulty with the gas itself.
Now that it was ventilated, even poorly, with his high immunity to most harmful degrees Gabriel felt it as though it were a tickle at his throat. Annoying all the same, just as that brick at his head.
"I'll be taking that hammer if you would?" Gabriel would extend his right hand pleasantly. Perhaps if Farren decided to give him the weapon Gabriel would go easy on him, minimalize his hospital time rather than put him into a certain coma. "No?"
A smile breaking on his face as Gabriel bolted forward across the fray hands in a standard boxer's assault his left barred over his head expecting to block a downward strike as the right lashed out across Farren's chin. The forward movement following further through as that Right fist would only retract small inches before clasping around the man's throat and pulling him back from the first blow if that hit. The jerking motion to pull out his throat forcefully before throwing him headfirst into the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2010 22:13:22 GMT -8
So, it didn't work as well as Kiyoshi may have wanted but his attack did work to a lesser degree. Minimal physical damage but the apparent mental toll by the explosive and violent manner the man used to re-slam him against the wall was well worth the effort and subsequent punishment, only at the moment he wasn't exactly sure how "worth it" it would truly be. However there was the issue of the piss-off strength freak wanting to carve up his face due to the previous actions. Instinctively, Kiyoshi brought the freshly stolen gas mask up to guard his face, not hard when the other guy had both hands already occupied, and the only reason to guard the face was that a scare anywhere else would be virtually unnoticeable among the others. Now mind you he covered his face... NOT put it on, meaning both sides of the leather would be covering the front of his face, which would mean no skin penetration though it hurt like hell.
That crisis painfully averted it was only a matter of time before more came when the psycho was cracked in the back of the skull by another rock. Apparently the other guy had taken his sweet ass time getting over here and into the fray but it would be helpful nonetheless as Kiyoshi had long proven to be little threat to either of them. Truth be told... NEVER underestimate an Akechi, the last man who did burned inside a temple. There was little Kiyoshi could do when throw downward by the hand holding his throat and even less done when he saw the opponent's foot coming at him like some kind of punt. Gabriel's foot clashed with the young Japanese boy's ribs causing several to break and also sending him forcefully into the wall again, a painful smile forming as he slide to the ground. Soon Gabriel turned his attention to Farren.
"heh heh heh hehehehe HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
An uproarious laughter, yet painful, laughter came from the wounded Kiyoshi in a manner that might bring a chill to even some of the most hardened psychiatric ward workers. What could possibly be so funny? Well...
"You're out, fancy pants! That is if you have enough dignity to accept the fact that you've been played by a C average student... one of the rules we all were forced to agree to upon showing up... no kicks! How's that feel? Fool!"
Kiyoshi added the insult in Japanese for his own amusement before he began to painfully laugh again in the previous mentioned manner. Now there were no judges and nothing to force the guy to accept the rules as they were but it still felt great for Kiyoshi. These first few moments had proved he was nowhere near as strong as the one known as Gabriel, the other was uncertain as they had yet to really interact, but to think he had outsmarted one... a shock. It was the strangest bit of his personality and a great asset to annoy people into the simplest mistakes.
Now back to the subject of Gabriel abiding those rules or not, well... again there was no enforcement to be seen so he really could do as he pleased. However as far as Kiyoshi saw it, either he would be left one on one against Farren to win or Gabriel would beat them both senseless and Kiyoshi would win by default...
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