Post by Jericho on Jan 4, 2020 0:03:46 GMT -8
Jericho stood atop a roof, surveying the land of Cabal and its various nooks and crannies. His focus was interrupted however by the sound of someone else crawling on top of the roof behind him.
He turned around and saw a large man in thick red and white clothing struggling to get his full body on top of the building. He had a big white beard, though in his struggles it moved away from his face a time or two. With him was a large bag, filled with jewelry, precious metals, and money.
Finally his whole body was on the roof and he began to stand up. The second he caught sight of Jericho, the man shouted and nearly fell backwards, but with a swift motion Jericho reached out and grabbed him by his shirt. He then pulled the stranger on to the roof, into safety.
“Oh, um,” the man stuttered as he adjusted the clearly fake beard. Suddenly he changed his voice to a heftier, rougher voice with a clearing of his throat. “Ah! Hm! Thank you, young man! I’m sure you already were, but you’ve certainly put yourself on the nice list! Now, uhhHHHH,” the stranger seemed to be unsettled at the sight of his bag sitting open. He quickly shuffled over and picked it up. “I should get going now! I have... a lot of presents to deliver! You may go on home now!”
Jericho remained where he was while the ridiculous man began to tiptoe away like the fool he was. “What are you doing.” Jericho asked.
“Hm?” the character replied, continuing his innocent act. He turned to face Jericho. “Whatever do you mean? I’m delivering presents!”
“You’re lying.”
“What? No I’m not!”
“You stole those items.”
“No I-”
“Give them to me now.”
The man was silent for a moment. “Look man,” his voice suddenly returned to its normal state. “I don’t want trouble, but,” he paused to take a knife from under the back of his shirt, “I’ll end whatever you start.”
“No,” Jericho said as his knuckles sharpened. “You won’t.”
The man’s eyes widened at the sight of Jericho’s bones.
Jericho sharpened his teeth, particularly his kanines. With bloodlust he muttered, “Because I will.”
The thief cursed and began to run. But it was no use. Jericho sprinted after him, his knuckles extending, molding, and forming themselves into hooks. With a leap to the air, the cadet swung down the hooks into the man’s shoulders, hooking them around his collar bones. As Jericho fell to one knee, his prey fell onto its back with a shout of pain. Jericho broke off the hooks and left them in his victim. The man grunted and sharply inhaled from the pain as Jericho picked up the sack that lied at the boot covered feet and tossed it off the roof. He would retrieve it at a later time.
“Do you have anything else.” Jericho asked rhetorically as he approached the man to pat him down.
The thief kicked Jericho, however, sending Jericho back a couple feet. With his newly bought time the man ripped out the hooks, which pulled another shout from him. He then stood, the hooks in his hands ready to be used as weapons.
Jericho lowered his body into a fighting stance, ready for the imminent attack.
As foreseen, the attacker charged at Jericho. With a quick movement Jericho dashed under his foe’s left arm and grabbed the knife he had dropped. Holding it under his wrist with bone, Jericho kept the knife hidden.
The cadet turned around to face the man, who also did the same.
This time, Jericho charged. His opponent responded quickly by swiping the right hook toward Jericho’s face. The bone wielder slid under the swipe before coming up and biting the man’s elbow with his sharpened teeth.
The thief roared again, and brought down his left fist, the broken piece of bone from the bottom of the hook jutting out the bottom of his fist. Jericho released the arm from his jaws, and fell onto his back. He rolled to his right, away from the man, and the fist hit the roof. Jericho spun around, sending a kick to the side of his attacker’s face. Once the cadet was on his feet, he launched his knee into his opponent’s face, knocking him to the ground. The hook that had unintentionally been stabbed into the roof remained where it was. Before the thief could rise, Jericho jumped onto him, stabbing his left wrist into the roof with the knife he had held during the fight. “MM!” the man grunted before he swung the hook in his right hand toward Jericho.
Jericho punched the guy’s wrist, which lead to the hook being dropped. The cadet then caught the hook and stabbed it through the man’s right wrist, sending another shout out from his lungs. He was now pinned, both of his wrists in the roof.
It was in this moment that Jericho decided his opponent would be much easier to deal with if rendered unconscious, so with his sharpened knuckles he beat the man until it was so. The blood splattering onto Jericho’s face and clothing, and the pained groans and grunts of his victim proved to be a nuisance, but nothing that slowed the cadet.
After a moment of searching the body and removing all valuable items, Jericho pushed the bloodied and beaten man off the roof. This way, it was easier for authorities to find the thief. The fall was not taller than twelve feet, so he would not be killed. But it would prove to be difficult to run with the broken legs Jericho gave him.
As Jericho recovered the bag of stolen items to return to authorities, he heard a little girl scream and shout, “Santa!!” in horror. It was unfortunate that she knew the man, but fortunate that she would no longer have her family stolen from.
He turned around and saw a large man in thick red and white clothing struggling to get his full body on top of the building. He had a big white beard, though in his struggles it moved away from his face a time or two. With him was a large bag, filled with jewelry, precious metals, and money.
Finally his whole body was on the roof and he began to stand up. The second he caught sight of Jericho, the man shouted and nearly fell backwards, but with a swift motion Jericho reached out and grabbed him by his shirt. He then pulled the stranger on to the roof, into safety.
“Oh, um,” the man stuttered as he adjusted the clearly fake beard. Suddenly he changed his voice to a heftier, rougher voice with a clearing of his throat. “Ah! Hm! Thank you, young man! I’m sure you already were, but you’ve certainly put yourself on the nice list! Now, uhhHHHH,” the stranger seemed to be unsettled at the sight of his bag sitting open. He quickly shuffled over and picked it up. “I should get going now! I have... a lot of presents to deliver! You may go on home now!”
Jericho remained where he was while the ridiculous man began to tiptoe away like the fool he was. “What are you doing.” Jericho asked.
“Hm?” the character replied, continuing his innocent act. He turned to face Jericho. “Whatever do you mean? I’m delivering presents!”
“You’re lying.”
“What? No I’m not!”
“You stole those items.”
“No I-”
“Give them to me now.”
The man was silent for a moment. “Look man,” his voice suddenly returned to its normal state. “I don’t want trouble, but,” he paused to take a knife from under the back of his shirt, “I’ll end whatever you start.”
“No,” Jericho said as his knuckles sharpened. “You won’t.”
The man’s eyes widened at the sight of Jericho’s bones.
Jericho sharpened his teeth, particularly his kanines. With bloodlust he muttered, “Because I will.”
The thief cursed and began to run. But it was no use. Jericho sprinted after him, his knuckles extending, molding, and forming themselves into hooks. With a leap to the air, the cadet swung down the hooks into the man’s shoulders, hooking them around his collar bones. As Jericho fell to one knee, his prey fell onto its back with a shout of pain. Jericho broke off the hooks and left them in his victim. The man grunted and sharply inhaled from the pain as Jericho picked up the sack that lied at the boot covered feet and tossed it off the roof. He would retrieve it at a later time.
“Do you have anything else.” Jericho asked rhetorically as he approached the man to pat him down.
The thief kicked Jericho, however, sending Jericho back a couple feet. With his newly bought time the man ripped out the hooks, which pulled another shout from him. He then stood, the hooks in his hands ready to be used as weapons.
Jericho lowered his body into a fighting stance, ready for the imminent attack.
As foreseen, the attacker charged at Jericho. With a quick movement Jericho dashed under his foe’s left arm and grabbed the knife he had dropped. Holding it under his wrist with bone, Jericho kept the knife hidden.
The cadet turned around to face the man, who also did the same.
This time, Jericho charged. His opponent responded quickly by swiping the right hook toward Jericho’s face. The bone wielder slid under the swipe before coming up and biting the man’s elbow with his sharpened teeth.
The thief roared again, and brought down his left fist, the broken piece of bone from the bottom of the hook jutting out the bottom of his fist. Jericho released the arm from his jaws, and fell onto his back. He rolled to his right, away from the man, and the fist hit the roof. Jericho spun around, sending a kick to the side of his attacker’s face. Once the cadet was on his feet, he launched his knee into his opponent’s face, knocking him to the ground. The hook that had unintentionally been stabbed into the roof remained where it was. Before the thief could rise, Jericho jumped onto him, stabbing his left wrist into the roof with the knife he had held during the fight. “MM!” the man grunted before he swung the hook in his right hand toward Jericho.
Jericho punched the guy’s wrist, which lead to the hook being dropped. The cadet then caught the hook and stabbed it through the man’s right wrist, sending another shout out from his lungs. He was now pinned, both of his wrists in the roof.
It was in this moment that Jericho decided his opponent would be much easier to deal with if rendered unconscious, so with his sharpened knuckles he beat the man until it was so. The blood splattering onto Jericho’s face and clothing, and the pained groans and grunts of his victim proved to be a nuisance, but nothing that slowed the cadet.
After a moment of searching the body and removing all valuable items, Jericho pushed the bloodied and beaten man off the roof. This way, it was easier for authorities to find the thief. The fall was not taller than twelve feet, so he would not be killed. But it would prove to be difficult to run with the broken legs Jericho gave him.
As Jericho recovered the bag of stolen items to return to authorities, he heard a little girl scream and shout, “Santa!!” in horror. It was unfortunate that she knew the man, but fortunate that she would no longer have her family stolen from.
