Post by Travis Delmonte on Aug 29, 2007 15:36:35 GMT -8
You want some of this!?
John would erupt in flames, and Travis couldn't help but making the comment, though it really slipped from his lips, and wasn't really all that loud.
"...Flamer.."
As the kid came in Travis knew that if he wasn't careful he could get a fistful of pain. Something he didn't mind, but in the end he was here to win this battle, and the war at hand. He considered each blow a strategic attack. Landing it was key in coming out the victor. So he had to keep his wits about him. As the kid snapped his leg upward, Travis would side step. Both of his arms would shoot forward and he would aim to grip the kid's shirt, or what was remaining of his anyways. Using the kid's momentum from kicking, he would twist and attempt to spin and toss the kid through the air, straight for the large glass and metal cases which contained all the video-games that Wal-Mart kept locked up.
If successfully thrown, Travis would keep that grin upon his face as he would follow John through the air, and lunge himself forward after him, that right side rotating to face John, that right arm lifting so that he could slam that lunging elbow into John's sternum.
John would erupt in flames, and Travis couldn't help but making the comment, though it really slipped from his lips, and wasn't really all that loud.
"...Flamer.."
As the kid came in Travis knew that if he wasn't careful he could get a fistful of pain. Something he didn't mind, but in the end he was here to win this battle, and the war at hand. He considered each blow a strategic attack. Landing it was key in coming out the victor. So he had to keep his wits about him. As the kid snapped his leg upward, Travis would side step. Both of his arms would shoot forward and he would aim to grip the kid's shirt, or what was remaining of his anyways. Using the kid's momentum from kicking, he would twist and attempt to spin and toss the kid through the air, straight for the large glass and metal cases which contained all the video-games that Wal-Mart kept locked up.
If successfully thrown, Travis would keep that grin upon his face as he would follow John through the air, and lunge himself forward after him, that right side rotating to face John, that right arm lifting so that he could slam that lunging elbow into John's sternum.
