An Explosive Ending

[Stu Pott]

FIRE IN THE HOLE!

Amos sat in the dingy apartment. He smoked a cigarette, five different men in the small kitchen. They sat at a small table, which held a map of the area, as well as a few other the blue Schematics papers.

He took a drag, before putting it out in the ashtray holding the corner of the maps in place. He looked through the haze at the attending. Most of the men here he had never met before, men that had been recruited for this very job. Or jobs.

Whatever.

He sat farther back in the seat, and templed his hands resting his thumbs on the bridge of his nose, leaning forwards slightly, as he went over the plan in his head again. It was quite simple.

They'd just--

Umm... Boss... We need to go.

Its time already?

Yeah... Its almost 8 in the morning...

Shiiiit man. This is gonna be crazeeeee.

Lets go then...

Amos and the gang got up. The five men all went and took a backpack, as well as Amos, who hefted a larger one than the rest. They all walked out of the apartment, leaving it for the last time. They walked down the three flights, and out into the street.

A morning sun glance heavily from where it rose, blinding Amos momentarily. He blinked, and regained it.

~So its going to come to pass. So be it. Lets do this.~

They piled into the car, a callback to the 80's, not meant for its speed or power, but for its large interior, which housed the largest man barely. They drove.

They arrived at a shopping mall nearby. One guy got out, and walked inside. The car went off, arriving at a nearby Stadium, which was housing a local Football game. Another guy got out, and the car drove off.

Towards the School.

Amos parked it in the parking lot, and got out. He and the remaining two boys, or should I say men, got out of the car. They walked towards the buildings, each splitting off. They went inside, one in each building, Amos heading towards the clock tower. He waited for the courtyard to clear slightly, before taking out the large bolt cutters from his backpack. He popped the lock on it, and went inside.

Then, he came back out. The other two boys met back up, the largest boy having been to two buildings already. Together, the three made their way towards the Dean's office. There, Amos and the smaller boy went to each end of the hallway, and told other students to stay away, as the Enforcers were working on something. The larger boy ripped the handle off the door, and forced the lock.

He came out moments later haphazardly replacing the handle. The three boys then walked to the Chemistry building.

There, they disappeared inside.

What was going on? Who were these two new boys? What was Amos up to?

Why!?





Characters[/b]
Basic Information[/u]

Name: Amos Cole
Age: 18
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 195
Blood Type: A-
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Blonde

Pass Time Information

Hobbies: Music, Guitar Hero
Talents: Sickle Fighting, Dancing ability, plays drums
Favorite things: Women, Booze, and Music

Mental Information

Personality: Generally chilled and relaxed, he is also known to get worked up over the simplest of things. When he has a passion for something, he puts his everything into it.
Mentality: Focused, yet crazy.
Ideal: If he believes in it, its true.
Belief: Depends on the time. His behavior shifts.

Physical Information

Build: Lean, but muscular.
Head: Umm... its a head.
Torso: Defined, but not jacked.
Arms: Lankier than they are big, they are nonetheless mostly muscle.
Legs: Long defined legs. He runs quickly, and is very agile.
Feet: Size 12

Apparel Information

Head Gear: Bandana, Red
Shirts: What can only be described as the bottom half of the British Flag.
Pants: Denim Jeans
Shoes: Brown, with red laces
Misc: Vest, Blue

Fighting Information

Fighting Style: Capoiera / Boxing / Weapon-fighting
Years Practiced: 10
Description of style: Also known as 'breakdance fighting', the Capoiera involves much the opposite of most other fighting styles. Based around the 'flow' of the fight, Capoiera uses momentum driven strikes. Most attacks involved either kicks, sweeps, or head strikes, though with Amos' version, a lot of hand attacks are introduced through his time training to be a boxer as well.

They style involves a lot of evasion techniques, and as such, with the training he has undergone, his agility and evasiveness in battle almost outweigh his strength. However, its deadliness comes with the inherent risk. One of the strongest attacks of the Capoiera is actually an evasive move. The fighter will roll from his current position, to get as close to the enemy as possible, and unleash a quick strike with either the knee, or in Amos' case, a quick jab to either the stomach, which will cause the most hesitation in the opponent, or a strike at the head/neck area. Also used could be a headbut, either to the opponents head, or their chest.

However, as stated, the defense is key, and the liquidity of movements. Against any other fighter, the Capoiera may not work, as other fighting styles lack the fluidity necessary. However, the adaptation that Amos has made has allowed the training he got within his gym to be a boxer to infuse into the Capoiera, so the roughness now translates well into his liquid movements, allowing a better defense against enemy attacks.

Additionally, he has practiced, somewhat, chained weapon fighting. his favorite weapon remains the sickle, but with some training, he has learned to adapt them to a Nunchaku style.

Slot	Item(s)
Head
Hat/Bandana	"Amos's Bandana" - Charisma +3, -1 Wisdom -Although flashy, and an attention getter, the Bandana serves no practical purpose. However, it seems to somewhat gain the attention to others. Can not be ugpraded.
Earrings	Row 20 Column 2
Glasses	Row 21 Column 2
	[/td
Torso
Shirt	Row 2 Column 2
Jacket/Coat	"Amos's 'God Save the Queen' Vest" - Constitution +5, Dexterity -2 50% bullet Damage reduction - The Vest seen being worn by Amos almost constantly. Although it looks normal enough, it also seems to have a layer of kevlar or some other material sewn into the inside of the fabric. As such, it slows down the wearer somewhat, but adds a bit of protection. Can not be upgraded
Necklace	"Platinum Chain necklace" - No Stats - This chain seems to be just that, a chain. Also known as a necklace, it serves no practical purpose, but it seems to be able to be added on to, and even customized.
	[/td
Arms
Arm	Row 6 Column 2
Wrist	Row 7 Column 2
Gloves	"Amos's Surgical Strike Gloves" - Dexterity +4, Strength +2 -The gloves worn by Amos. They are made of lightweight materials, with a small metal plate around the knuckles, that is ridged. Good at disabling opponents through strategical pressure point punches. Can not be upgraded
Ring	Row 9 Column 2
	[/td
Legs
Pants	Row 11 Column 2
Shin	Row 12 Column 2
Shoes	Row 13 Column 2
Belt	Row 14 Column 2
	[/td
Misc
1	Amos' Crimson Sickles - +12 Strength, +4 Dexterity, +2 Wisdom, +1 Intelligence -The trademark weapons of Amos, he uses them to destructive ends, able to destroy his enemies easily with his attacks.
2	- To Be Revealed Later

Strength: 15 + 2 + 12 = 29
Dexterity: 20 - 2 + 4 = 22
Constitution: 15 + 5 = 20
Intelligence: 16 + 1 = 17
Wisdom: 14 - 1 + 2 = 15
Charisma: 20 + 3 = 23

Basic Information[/u]

Name: Sol
Age: 17
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 185
Blood Type: O
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Blue
Hair: Brown

Appearance

Items:
Cheap English Made Kevlar Vest: (+2 Constitution, -3 Dexterity, Grants 50% Bullet Resistance.)
- Just a basic Kevlar Vest. Nothing spectacular, it seems a bit worn.
Cheap Riot Baton: (+2 Strength, -1 Agility)
- A metal and plastic rod that is used for law enforcement and keeping people in line.

Fighting Style:
A mixture between low kicks and high swipes.

Strength: 16 + 2 = 18
Dexterity: 23 - 3= 20
Constitution: 13 + 2 = 15
Intelligence: 21 = 21
Wisdom: 25 -3 = 22
Charisma: 20 + 3 = 23

Basic Information[/u]

Name: Potemkin
Age: 22
Height: 7'1''
Weight: 278
Blood Type: B
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero
Eye Color: Brown
Hair:

Appearance

Items:
Cheap English Made Kevlar Vest: (+2 Constitution, -3 Agility, Grants 50% Bullet Resistance.)
- Just a basic Kevlar Vest. Nothing spectacular, it seems a bit worn.
Pure Power Gloves (+6 Strength, -3 Agility, -1 Wisdom when used)
- These are hulking monstrosities, capable of breaking through walls. They are made almost entirely of metal, and require an extremely large amount of force to use. However, they can break most bones in one hit, if successfully thrown.

Fighting Style:
Basically, Potemkin throws his weight around, literally, and crush his opposition. Very punch heavy, but a flying shoulder make come their way.

Strength: 30 + 6 = 36
Dexterity: 15 - 6 = 9
Constitution: 28 + 2 = 30
Intelligence: 14 = 14
Wisdom: 15 -1 = 14
Charisma: 12 = 12

Objectives/Choices
*Find out what is going on!
*Investigate the Dean's Office
*Find Amos, and his followers

[Mitsuki Park]

No offense, but when there's a giant behemoth walking around the school with two others who obviously look out of place, someone, anyone is bound to see them. Not to mention, if the three did attend the school, they had that appearance where once you see them, you won't forget them, period. Fifty years down your life, you'll be talkin' to your great grandchildren about that huge bulk of a guy who randomly paraded through the damn school with his huge guns. If Mitsuki didn't know any better, the hulk of a guy was, in comparison, a Barbie. In real life, Barbie would snap in half because her boobs were too big compared to the rest of her body. This guy seemed the same in her opinion; arms were huge, and huge would be an understatement. He was buff, and if 259 was some other school, she'd assume that it was a costume of some sort, or had pillows under a shirt...or something. Ugh, people who were that buff? It was kind of disgusting.

The odd thing about this is that, for new comers - if they were new comers, which Mitsuki only assumed so - they seemed to know their way around. It was curiosity that made her follow them around; why would they break the handle to the dean's room? She was on her way there to talk to Mr. Coughdrop about business, if you will, when the giant man of a guy 'dropped' the handle to the door. Either he yanked it off, or he didn't know the limits to his strength and...jeez. Why the hell is he so buff?

She followed them toward the chemistry building, watching them disappear inside before she promptly made her way in. Jeez, talk about man on steroids...

Yeah, that's right. She couldn't let go of the fact of how buff he was. Got a problem?

Inside the chemistry building, she looked to her left and to her right. Kay, now where were they?

[Keith]

Out of boredom, Keith decided to take a visit to the Dean of PHS 259. They had an "interesting" business relationship. Keith would be selling the new pointman those colored drugs in these canisters that you would inject into your neck. After taking a clear colored canister, Keith was immunized from those drugs.

It was an interesting story really, Keith managed to get the formulas for the fake Reapers and the real Reapers. First, Keith was going to deal with Mr. Asiv. After that incident that resulted in Asiv's death, Keith needed to find a new pointman to do business with. And there he was, the dean of the school.

He was pretty damned curious about the progress of those Reaper formulas. Keith was open to the business relationship where he gets 10% of every sale. The graduate was wearing a set of black dress pants, black biker boots, a long black leather coat, and a short-sleeve tucked in black t-shirt, a black leather belt, and a pair of black shades over his eyes.

I wonder how the Dean is doing...

Not that Keith really cared... But, he was "linked" with the person. Hell, the person put Keith under constant surveillance. However, Keith was curious about how the man was faring with the Reaper formulas.

He didn't know what was going on in the chemistry lab. Though, Keith wouldn't be surprised if that lab was used to create more Reaper Pills.

But, first thing was first, Keith wanted to have a chat with the dean and so forth.

Going down the hallway, Keith would casually stroll down and head to the Dean's office. He was "curious" to see what the Dean was up to.

["Unfettered"]

As For Our Good German...

Did he even know about what was going on?

No.

Did he have any business with the Dean?

No.

...But he did notice that the Dean's car was missing today, in the parking lot. Something of usually little consequence. Usually.

Of course, when he was doing his usual patrols. Noticing that even the usual 'enforcers' weren't around, as they usually were. A sudden sense of foreboding. S.H.C.P.... Nothing but a meaningless title now. But it still had its perks. And right now, in his usual attire, the heavy coat, the large scarf, all the gear on underneath... he reached inside his jacket, towards the back of his jeans, reaching for something in the back, as he approached the biggest God-damned bastard he'd ever seen---No. That guy.. that.. uh... 'Jamal' guy, from back on the train. He was pretty huge too.

...

..What was with black people being so damn large?

The racism was killing him.

Then, of course, a guy with a freaking baton, spiky hair... no uniform...

And what was this bullshit about the 'enforcers'? He'd been walking down these hallways for a good year, even before the Enforcers came into play. These guys weren't the usual faces. And impede their way in the hallway?

"...Oye. What the hell's going on here, ya big bastard?" he'd call out to the punk with the large 'baton', on that particular end of the hallway.

..But he, amongst the others in the crowd were ignored. And soon, a third joined them, and the original two 'guards', who then walked away, clearing a path for their own.

Now, "Unfettered's" curiosities were piqued.

He'd wait for a bit, and then begin to follow them, barely keeping up, trying to keep his profile low, not at all noticing another girl who seemed to also be following them...

His right arm buried deep into his jacket, hand gripping around the hilt of something wooden, at the back of his belt...

[Stu Pott]

((Will respond to the three posters as soon as I get my computer back. Leaving it open for other people to respond to, however, as there are other people active.

Yes I'm looking at YOU!))

[Zana]

As Zan walked out of his chemistry class inside the [chemistry] building, he sighed. Once again he had managed to make several careless mistakes and had messed up his lab. After all, how could one tell the difference between Hydrochloric acid (HCl) and water (H2O) if they werent labeled? Seriously- they looked the same! But nevertheless- because he used water instead of hydrochloric acid the reaction had not occured. It wasn't his fault...the liquids weren't labeld [-_-, you know that feeling]. Brushing his shoulder against the wall he slumped sideways and dragged himself down the hallway. He loathed the people who forgot to label the liquids, causing him to screw over. Then again, maybe he should have taken note of them when he dropped both onto his finger- causing a burning sensation with one, and a soothing diluting feeling with the other. Bleh.

The halls were silent by now, except for the sound of the occasional teacher scratching their useless pencils across horrid papers.

Scratch, scratch, scratch

Zan turned a few more corners, walked down a set of steps and turned as he continued to head downward. Maybe he should stop by the bathroom....to wash his hand off...

Suddenly, he heard footsteps echoing from the level below him, up the stairwell. Damn. They were just ordinary sounding footsteps either of the lone teacher or a student. Sounded more like a group of people...one light, one normal, and one heavy. A gang?

He pivoted when he reached the stairs and turned to his immediate right and walked backwards. Not good. The sounds were coming closer-

"Oh crap..."

As the sounds started to echo louder, he opened the teacher's restroom and went inside. Locking the door, he peered through the key hole..in anticipation and worry of who was coming up the stairs.

[Stu Pott]

Amos got to the top of the stairs. This floor had been emptied, most of the Chem labs either the first class, or the last class of the day. Amos walked through the double doors to the stairs, followed by Sol and Potemkin. Once through, they all checked the area, and then Potemkin closed the doors. He grabbed the metallic frame of the door, and bent it downwards, effectively sealing this entrance off from others coming upstairs.

Or those who were here from getting out.

Sol went to the classrooms and made sure they were empty, breaking shit along the way. His metallic baton worked over desks and important objects, spilling caustic chemicals along the lab. Amos was at the elevator shaft, where he turned off access to the floor, before sending the cab down inbetween the floors.

He climbed a ladder, and, drawing a wire that was threaded from below the elevator, up through the top. He connected it to a strange brown package, which he secured to the shaft of the elevator, which ran up the middle of the structure, where its integrity was located. Without the support of this elevator shaft, the entire building would collapse.

He threaded the wire, and rigged the antennae.

He climbed out.

He, Potemkin, and Sol walked to the top of the building. There, they each took out a stack of papers, and threw them from the roof. Sol and Potemkin then climbed down the outside, and went to different buildings. The entire spectacle looked... obtuse, but then again, nothing like this had ever been attempted before.

Potemkin went to a different building than Sol, effectively splitting the group in three. Their deadliness was in their ability to destroy any building on Campus without second notice. Only one building went undefended, which would also give the greatest clues as to what was going on.

As it stood, the student body only had an hour and a half to figure out what was going on.

THE COUNTDOWN HAS STARTED. THOUGH THE STUDENTS ARE GIVEN AN HOUR AND A HALF, IF ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE DOING SOMETHING ELSE AT THAT TIME, THE 'SURPRISE' WILL NOT GO OFF.

EACH ROUND OF POSTS ACCUMULATES 10 MINUTES OF TIME. YOUR POST ALONE IS CONSIDERED 10 MINUTES, UNLESS IT INVOLVES SPEAKING WITH ANOTHER CHARACTER ONLY. THEN, COMMON SENSE APPLIES.

IF MORE ACTIONS ARE COMMITTED WITHIN A SINGLE 10 MINUTES TIME LIMIT. FIGHTING TIME IS ALSO TAKEN DIFFERENTLY.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: ...Okay, I'm kinda confused ...So, I'll make it plain and simple. Also... no idea what sort of place my opponent is, so...

'CHU GOT NO 'SOL'... LOL

Difficult, was what it was. He wasn't used to sneaking around on his own premises. But the one with the baton was pissing him off. More primarily because it was a baton. An 'Enforcer'-type weapon. He kept 'Ambition' close at hand. Especially glad that he came prepared with all his shit, everyday... But he lost at them at some point. From a distance, you could see him running randomly...

...Only luck led him to one of the selected buildings...

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Tired? Yes. He was actually bent over. But he'd caught sight of the spiky-haired one (Sol).

Back turned towards "Unfettered"... Huh. Unfortunately, he couldn't take this one by surprise... he had to see if he was wrong. Dammit. Nonetheless... he unholstered 'Ambition', swinging it out, and letting the back of the wooden blade rest on his right shoulder, tapping it up and down there.

"Oye... vat ze hell's going on?... You knew here? And armed?" he'd start out, walking towards the punk... the old punk.

"...Buddeh, either I get zome answers over all zis... fishy business, or ve get messy."

[Stu Pott]

Sol was staring out a window at the pathetic people below, none of which knew anything about what was going on. They would all be quite dead within some time, unless something stopped them.

Then, a voice.

A very grating voice.

A very German voice.

A fucking accent.

A fucking Jerry.

A fucking nazi.

He turned on a heel, and had the baton out, ready to break this enemy. He gripped tightly on the rod, which was strong enough to break bones, especially with Sol's enhanced dexterity, and his ability for surgical strikes.

Oi, whats that? Was that a bit o' Jerry comin' from ye'? I guess I'm going to 'ave to give ya' a run for ya' moneys, like my daddy did in Dubya Dubya two, now aren't I, boyo?

Or are you here for something else?

I'm not doing nothing unimportant....

A devilish grin. His face was taught however, and he was ready to strike. Whenever his enemy decided to.

THE COUNTDOWN IS DOWN TO 1:20 MINUTES DUE TO LACK OF ACTIVITY. AFTER THAT, A SURPRISE.

[Keith]

After waiting a bit, Keith would just let himself into the Dean's office. He had no idea what was going on. Nor did he really care. Keith just wanted to talk to the Dean about the progress of some certain drugs. For a moment, Keith felt like he got the short draw of things. However, that should only be temporarily. Casually, Keith would turn the doorknob and push open the door and step through.

Entering through the door, Keith would close it afterwards. From there, Keith would look around and see if the Dean was actually around. He didn't know the man's name. But, Keith could recognize the accent and the phrase, "Lucifer Lad..." Keith shook his head when he thought about the name the Dean "gave" to him.

"Guess nobody's around," Keith said to himself.

Would Keith leave?

No, he wouldn't. Instead, Keith would quickly run to behind the Dean's desk and start snooping around. Might as well try to find some dirt on the man while Keith waited for him. Things have gotten somewhat quiet, too quiet. Not the office, but school activity in general for the past few months.

There was hardly any activity from those enforcers that were jacked up on those drugs and that stuff called Brimstone Delta. Keith wouldn't be surprised if they got jacked up on Reaper as well. He would look down at the Panther Medallion worn around his neck. It was given to him by Mr. Asiv, the former administrator of 259.

But, Asiv is no longer around.

But back to the point, Keith would be snooping around the desk of the Dean until something "interesting" happens.

[Zana]

Zan had seen the whole thing. Following every step, he had a very good idea of what they were up to and felt he had to inform someone. Anyone. Unlocking the door, he furtively stepped outside and looked around. No one so far- good. He headed for the roof- guessing that they had probably headed there after setting up the bomb. Peering up the elevator shaft before he departed, he spotted the bomb- and the rigged wires. No good, he had too little knowledge to handle these things.

So he left for the roof. As he jogged across the rooftop, Zan peered around and saw papers strewen across the roof as well as the ground below. Picking up a few sheets, he folded them and placed them inside his pocket. Now where the hell did those boys head off to-

"Damn....who should I tell..."

He had no connections- no people- hardly any friends and very little knowledge of the school itself. Sighing, he peered down the side of the building and felt sick. Weapons- he would need weapons. Those guys looked positively brutish-

So, he headed back inside the chemistry building and ran like a demon toward his chemistry room. Once he arrived there, he would pilfer some concentrated hydrochloric acid- perfect for burning through objects. Maybe he could do something useful with it. And to his surprise- the teacher was not there. The room was open, and he managed to steal some HCl in a flask with a stopper. Good.

Now he had to decide what to do next.

Head back to the rooftop. Hopefully, no one would see him.

[Deleted]

During his free period, Saint had done as he usually did and read his books under the comforting limbs of a Mulberry tree that stood just off campus. It was nice to have the peace and quiet from time to time to enjoy the knowledge that the collection of library books he checked out had to offer. Nonetheless his time had come to an end and the student body president collected his stuff and made his way back to the main campus of 259. The walk was a short one, a pleasing one to enjoy the day’s fine weather. His path to his next class was all plotted out and a quick cut through the school’s courtyard would be the last leg.

However, something caught the young man’s eyes and halted his progress… the lock on the door to the clock tower had been compromised. Why? What reason could anyone have for forcing their way into their? To change that time? For a long moment Zachariah stood there pondering the very questions he had just posed to himself, giving the clock tower a long look over as though the exterior might speak to him the answer. The school seemed to be awful quiet, perhaps all the students had gone to class already… but he would be missing this particular period as he felt it his duty to investigate. He pushed the door open only enough to peer in before opening it a bit more to get a look of the inside.

“Hello?! Is there anyone in here?!”

There was an echo was Saint waited for a reply before taking a step inside.

["Unfettered"]

---Uncertain Fear, Rising Tensions: Confrontation!
Theme Song: -Radioactive- by Waterflame

Oi, whats that? Was that a bit o' Jerry comin' from ye'? I guess I'm going to 'ave to give ya' a run for ya' moneys, like my daddy did in Dubya Dubya two, now aren't I, boyo?

Or are you here for something else?

I'm not doing nothing unimportant....

*FWIP*

"SCHLECHTE ANTWORT, 'WANKER'."

F***ing Brits. 'Jerry', was he?

His bokken whipped out, he quickly slashed horizontally from left to right, dashing forward with his right foot simeltaneously to bring up his bokken to the right...

...Feinting, before his left hand would connect with the hilt, and he'd bring it above to try and smack the punk down, his body arched.

Granted, his proficiency with weapons wasn't that great, being new to this and all, but even a stick could give an edge in a fight, no?

---

Edit: Fixed URL.

[Stu Pott]

Keith would snoop around the office to find nothing of any real consequence, except a few missing vials from the bottom drawer of the dean's desk. Keith of all people should know what was contained inside these vials.

Atop the Chemistry building stood Amos. He pulled a drag off the cigarette he had, starting out over the campus. He took a final puff, and flicked the butt over the side. The cigarette fell to the earth, extinguishing on its way down. He saw someone moving towards the Clock tower, and walking inside. His eyes narrowed.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

He turned, and was going to go take care of the interloper when another boy burst through the stairwell door, cascading outwards towards Amos, who grasped onto the both the boy's arms, pinning them to his side.

He pushed the boy back against the door, standing now 5 feet from the boy.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

Amos was pissed. This wasn't supposed to happen. However, he wasn't going to let it piss him off. There was still an hour left until the detonation, plenty of time to destroy this boy, and leave his body here for the collapse. It would be cited that he was within the building, doing something mischievous.

Hell, maybe he'd be blamed for it!

Amos only smiled greatly, before taking a canister from his pocket, and slamming it down into the crutch of his right arm. The drugs surged throughout his body, his entire being seemingly increasing in size. He then grabbed the Sickles attached to the small of his back, where a holder was. He swung them around, graceful arcs as the two chained sickles began their deadly dance.

"You came to the wrong place boyo..."

---

At the Clocktower, Saint would find a suspicious looking package, with a flashing red light. Otherwise, there were no signs of people.

---

The boy looked at "Unfettered" He made no over movements, until the Nazi's own strike. He watched the quick slash right, holding his own baton diagonally from high left to low right. He was slightly surprised when the bokken went up, and then came immediately back down.

However, it wasn't that difficult of a move. He shift his baton to a more horizontal position, holding the enemy's attack at bay quiet easily. However, this boy was pretty strong.

But also foolish.

Sol kicked out with his right foot, aiming at Unfettered's left shin, aiming to throw the boy off balance. At the same time, he leaned back, attempting to hurl the boy over him.

And potentially off of the building's roof.

---

Potemkin sat on the ledge of the third building, unopposed. He picked his nose, flinging a booger off the side of the building as he watched two of his allies duke it out. However, he also had a detonator, and in exactly one hour, he would blow this place to hell, whether any of them were able to get out or not.

A LOT HAS HAPPENED.

MAKE SURE TO READ IT ALL.

AMOS' STRENGTH HAS INCREASED TO: 34. HE'S TWO CANISTERS AWAY FROM O.D.

1 HOUR LEFT (Roughly 5 more posts from me, unless Potemkin is stopped)

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Gonna try to pull out all the stops, just for you, Justin. ^_^

A Novice Bokken User?---Screw That
Theme Song: -Radioactive- by Waterflame

...This wasn't a time to mess around. Something was up. Therefore, this guy had to go down. No messing around... hehehehehe. Still at the 'Pro' level of his Qi, he couldn't formulate the ice about his body in time to soften the blow around his shin, but a thin layer of ice slowly began to envelop his body, even as he was tripping forward. But the amount of strength that was to surge into his body would suddenly make the 'deadlock' between the two combatants suddenly very lopsided.

There were a number of things that were running across his mind as he engaged in this fight, trying to force his way back... But with the combined fact that this punk was a good half-foot taller then him, he decided to push back, at the base of his own hilt, to push himself back a foot, maybe push the guy back a bit, utilizing superior strength.

"Answer or prepare, sie bastard!"

Sharply, he stabbed forward, but he was already rushing towards it. Given the unwieldy amount of strength, the stab could deflected either way, but "Unfettered" himself was already dashing forward to follow up... keeping his right hand on the hilt, but he'd stop by stomping forward, his foot at its side, trying to shoulder-charge the punk, while stopping his own momentum, hair flaring past, a grin on his face. This guy was good...

...But that didn't mean this punk was going to have an easy time.

---

Status Report:

Statistic Modification:

Strength: 35 x 1.5 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Dexterity: 17 x 0.91 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Constitution: 35 x 1.7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 35 x 0.91 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level)
Charisma: 45 - 7 (Der Stahl von Schnee: Pro Level Postly Qi Consumption)

Current Statistics:

Strength: 53
Dexterity: 15
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 41
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 38

*50% Of Pain Is Numbed
*Landing Of Blows While Qi Is Active = -15% Dexterity (Does Not Stack Per Hit)
*Temperature: 91/100
*Vulnerable To Fire, Electricity, Hot/Warm Water
*Strong Against Earth, Cool Water
*Poseidon Chest Plate Effect: Nullifies First Two Hits (No Hits Used)

Versus Sol's Statistics:

Strength: 16 + 2 = 18
Dexterity: 23 - 3= 20
Constitution: 13 + 2 = 15
Intelligence: 21 = 21
Wisdom: 25 -3 = 22
Charisma: 20 + 3 = 23

Statistic Comparison:

"Unfettered" Has A 194% Strength Advantage Over Sol!
Sol Has A 33% Dexterity Advantage Over "Unfettered"!
"Unfettered" Has A 300% Constitution Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 95% Intelligence Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 45% Wisdom Advantage Over Sol!
"Unfettered" Has A 65% Charisma Advantage Over Sol!

Edit: Coding.