A Brother?!

[John]

So as it turns out there was someone else with the last name Ong from his last life that had escaped Brazil. It was Steve Ong a most dangerous fighter. They said with Kile and Eric with him no fighter alive could get in their way, that was of course except for the silver haired boy. Truth be told John Ong used to look alittle like his brother. But over the years and his addiction to Brimstone caused his hair to turn white. He had been contacted by Steve to talk at the beach, john showed up with his fire proof gloves, his fire retardent red caot and his regular cloths. A black shirt, tucked under black cargo pants. He was walking for about 5 minutes down the beach until he spotted him. Tall dark green hair and green jump suit. It was Steve alright.

Making his way over in the parking area just off the beach he knew Erik and Kile would be somewhere around here. If they wheren't in sight that meant 1 of two things. A; they where gonna sneak up and attack him. B; they where going to make sure john didn't attack Steve. They shared eye contact and they both froze. A good amount of tension in the air for sure at this point, but it didn't seem like either was going to act on their impulse to rip each other apart. Yes these brothers had past malice between them. As when they where younger they where rivals. Steve developing his Qi and body so far as to inhance his strength to its 100% capabilities. While John only just recently developed his Qi and was no where near as experienced in its use as Steve was, not to mention Steve was always training always advancing.

Yet that wasn't the main reason they hated each other. Steve had whiped out the entire Rebel group with Erik and Kile. Three teenagers against gorrila soldiers. And they walked away almost unharmed. John had already made a run for it, but he did hear about how Brazil had finally found peace after the Rebels where destroyed.

"So, little bro, have you gotten any better?"

Steve finally spoke breaking the tension and cutting straight through the silence with his deep voice.

"I have gotten much better since the last time, Stevie."

John called Steve by his nick name that their mother gave him, after she died when John was born he had grown to hate the name, and even more hated John.

"I told you not to call me that."

Steve's teeth had clenched and his fists where tight. John knew what he had done, and he knew what it could lead to.

"Yeah, sorry, I forgot you dont like that name."

Steve finally couldn't hold back his anger. He pulled up his arms bending the elbows as standing straight, his shirts exploded in a flurry of Qi as his muscle mass increased 10% as well as his strength. He threw a kick at John that he did block, but the power of his brother was too great, shattering his guard and throwing him hard against one of the parked cars leaving an indentation of his body as the window of the door exploded in a diamond dust of glass.

((
Name: Steve Ong

Age: 19

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 145 lbs

Str: 70 + 10% = 77 (Until he increases it more.)
Dex: 60
Con: 65
Wis: 50
Int: 30
Cha: 15 ))

[Jason Harris]

Sitting at home and growing extremely bored Dylan decided to go to friends house. The only bad part was that the friend was across town, but a long walk was still better than sitting at home bored. So Dylan started off towards his friends house.

In order to get his friends house Dylan had to walk past the beach. As he was going past he saw two people having what looked like a little stand off in the parking lot. That wasn't too strange, but what was strange is what followed. One of the boys getting punched into a car leaving a indentation of his body, not something you see everyday.

"That's... wow."

Dylan, wanting to get a closer look at the damage, walked over to the car. He had seen some crazy stuff heck he'd been apart of some crazy stuff, but he had never seen a car dented like the way it was now.

"Nice damage, I want to see the owner explain this to the insurance company." turning to the one that had caused the damage, "how much do you think it'd cost to fix it?"

["Thrush"]

RALLY! RALLY! S.H.C.P.! OH MY KINSFOLK!

Typical story, really.

Was just minding my own business... okay, maybe I was beating on some poor defenseless prick who bounced off my snow cone accidentally with his 'beach ball'. But, I wear this tight black suit, the sun is hot, and now, what do I eat? Huh? HUH!?..

..However, that annoying face came sparking at me. Like.. within my own mind. That gas mask. Aye. Master.

Halting his assault on the poor middle-aged fellow, Thrush was in.. what you might say, a very crabby mood. His balls were itchy, the sad didn't feel right, and---

...Hello-crashing body...

...

Running with all his might to the huge 'CRCSSHSH!!!?!?!?!!!' the German saw.. oye. It was that John Ong fellow. And some random guy attacking him... Oh look. A trash can!

Smiling to himself, he hurriedly picked up. HAHAHAHAHA! GOD BE PRAISED! I BE INSANE! LOOKING FOR A FIGHT! HERE JOHN ONG GETS INTO A FIGHT! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Really had to thank John Ong here.. dashing quickly over to the attacker, trash can in hand, he randomly tackled with the thing square in his hands, in the direction, not knowing exactly HOW STRONG this fucker really was..

..Well, come on. Yes. The S.H.C.P. to his right, sitting on the car was all beat up and shit, but, Thrush didn't always connect two and two together. Usually, he got twenty-two.---

---"HEIL ZE S.H.C.P.!!!!"

---

Thrush's Statistics

-Strength: 32 24-
-Dexterity: 35 26-
-Constitution: 22 16-
-Wisdom: 13 10-
-Intelligence: 7 5-
-Charisma: 7 5-

Steve's Statistics
-Strength: 77-
-Dexterity: 60-
-Constitution: 65-
-Wisdom: 50-
-Intelligence: 30-
-Charisma: 15-

-Steve Has A 221% Strength Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 131% Dexterity Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 306% Constitution Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 400% Wisdom Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 500% Intelligence Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 200% Charisma Advantage Over Thrush!-

Notes:
-Thrush is suffering 74% statistical handicap, from his fight with Varsity Captain!-
-Thrush has no idea what's going on!-

[John]

Steve looked at John as he slid down the side of the tore the fuck up car. He had spat out some blood apon impact and let out some sort of blood gurgling pain noise, but that was a usual sound to this person. Someone else had stumbled apon the scene and inspected the damage to the car, John seemed to be twitching his fingers a bit trying to regain his composure. So Steve wasn't in a hurry.

"Heh more than-"

Steve was cut off by a noisy fellow charging at him. He was in time to see the trash can coming at him, it was an odd tactic, but if he wheren't as skilled a fighter nor as strong as he is now, he wouldn't suspect it. But Steve sent a good dart kick into the trash can to bring the attacker to a full halt. And push him away. Steve would set his foot down at this moment, but someone else would walk up into the parking lot. Now Steve was prepared for this person as it was Kile. The blue/green haired young man stepped up from behind Steve.

"Let me take it from here."

"Very well. Just bring John to me later."

That was it and Kile got into stance with both hands up into a boxing stance as he bounced a bit on his toes. John pushed himself off the car and looked at Kile, and saw Thrush. He noted Dylan and thought he knew him from somewhere, but brushed it off as something to think about later. Steve was leaving and it seemed Kile was going to finish the job. . . As always Steve was still a leader and didn't do much.

'Ass hole.'

He coughed up a bit of blood and then talked loud enough for Thrush and Dylan to hear if they cared.

"Be careful. This guy's name is Kile, and he may not look it, but he is one of the best hand-to-hand fighters I have ever seen. But thats just it, I've never seen him do anything else. So keep on yer toes."

((
Name: Kile

Age: 17

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 130 lbs

Str: 46
Dex: 37
Con: 30
Wis: 30
Int: 20
Cha: 15
Ability: Unknown))

["Thrush"]

...Thank GOD For Trashcans...

No.

Seriously.

Thank you.. God.

A large gaping hole was in the middle of the trash can, Thrush was carrying, just barely touching at Thrush.. but his coat was there. That didn't stop him from being pushed back about two feet, increasing his distance from this.. black-haired.. monster by five feet... GOD...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..

Ahh.. my whole body. Quaking like this. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. If only I could fight at full strength.. I'd.. beat the SHIT outta this guy...---

..Eh? Newcomer? Teal-haired.. what was with people and these new hairdos!?

Granted, he wasn't one to talk.

"Let me take it from here."

"Very well. Just bring John to me later."

Okay, well newcomer boy was about six feet away.. and... the knife-kicker guy was walking away. Hurling his trash can to his right side, away from the ocean, Thrush couldn't help but smirk.

"KWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. fuck. Fuck.. So much fun. So little strength. Well, let's beat the shit out of you, while I can, ja?"

Tongue lashing out..---

---"Be careful. This guy's name is Kile, and he may not look it, but he is one of the best hand-to-hand fighters I have ever seen. But thats just it, I've never seen him do anything else. So keep on yer toes."

Ehh...!? Is that a.. BOXING STANCE!?

...

GOD DAMN, I WISH I WAS AT FULL STRENGTH...

"..Ja. Ja. I hear ya, mon. Well, can you get your ass up, or shall I have zis pleasure all to myself!?" he said, not turning away his face from this guy. Going up and down on those feet. And on the parking lot. Bah. If this was on the beach, he would've kicked sand into the guy's face, and rushed it... ah well. Didn't know about the other guy though, who seemed to be making smart-ass comments about the car damage. But, he wasn't advancing towards him, so.. friendly? Neutral? Observer? Did he really care?

No. Nope. None. Na-ah.

Same thing went for John Ong, actually. Jonathan may be 'nicey-nicey', but, Thrush didn't get a chance to come out and play with that boy-o.. so... peh. The only link of loyalty he felt was the fact that they were both in the same organization. Therefore, insult one? Let the others take care of it, in vengeance... or something like that.

Taking a left step forward to make himself a smaller hitting target by being more.. 'horizontal-ish' or something, his left arm swinging just at his waist as his right arm's guard was up.. he wanted to see how good this guy could box...

Ya know, I'm going to try that, too, actually.

Slowly, Thrush began bouncing up and down as well, his arm's swinging increasing.. as he slowly began a circle movement, around 'Kile', while maintaining the three and a half feet distance...

Time for Thomas Hearn's Famous Style:

The Hitman Style

Took a step... took a step... four feet. Half a step.---

Two sizzling whip-like strikes were launched at 'Kile' One at the head, the other at the body.---

---FUCK, FUCK... my arm... Biting his lower lip, he could feel his body strain slightly. Still recovering, but.. he could.. still fight, dammit! IGNORE THE PAIN! IGNORE THE PAIN!

..Ignore the..

Shit..

Blood was coming from Thrush's lips, as he tore into some flesh.

..This would be problematic..

---

Thrush's Statistics

-Strength: 32 24-
-Dexterity: 35 26-
-Constitution: 22 16-
-Wisdom: 13 10-
-Intelligence: 7 5-
-Charisma: 7 5-

Kile's Statistics
-Strength: 46-
-Dexterity: 37-
-Constitution: 30-
-Wisdom: 30-
-Intelligence: 20-
-Charisma: 15-

-Steve Has A 92% Strength Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 42% Dexterity Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 19% Constitution Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 200% Wisdom Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 300% Intelligence Advantage Over Thrush!-
-Steve Has A 200% Charisma Advantage Over Thrush!-

Notes:
-Thrush is suffering 74% statistical handicap, from his fight with Varsity Captain!-
-Thrush has vague idea of what's going on!-
-Thrush is fighting and accidentally giving John Ong time to recover!-
-Thrush may need Dylan to bail his ass out (HINT, HINT!)!-

[Jason Harris]

"Stay back for a while."

That was of course directed at John, with what just happened to him a little rest wouldn't hurt. Beside it seemed like the other guy was fighting Kile so if Dylan helped him out it would be 2 vs. 1. Liking those odds, Dylan joined the fight.

While he was hunched over Dylan ran at Thrush, the lower he was to the ground the easier it would be to pull off what he wanted to do. As he got closer Thrush sent the two punches at Kile. Right after the second punch Dylan jumped, while in the air he placed hands on Thrushes shoulders and pushed off to 1. Completely get over him and 2. to give him a little more speed for his attack.

Over Thrush and headed for Kile Dylan sent a quick kick with his right leg aimed to hit Kile square in the nose. A nice little add on to Thrush attack and most likely something that Kile would except. Then again that's the great thing about having numbers on your side, there is always someone that can hopefully take the opponent by surprise.

[John]

"Alright."

Was John's simple answer to what Dylan said, he would need to recover, he didn't know how good Dylan was, nor how good Thrush was, but he did know Kile. Thrush seemed to take ona fighting stance of his own, that one had been mentioned in Jyo's journal, so he had a vague idea of how the style was used. but that also brought on what would happen if Kile also knew of the style? Oh well Thrush had attacked already, he watched as Kile's eyes followed barely straining to keep up with Thrush's moves, blockign each punch, he went in to attack with both arms aimed for the chest at the same exact time, but something felt wrong, the air wasn't right, or was this his ability. Could be.

Kile has this sixth sense that allows him to feel danger? Not impossible, but alittle unnessicary, so he backed off from the attack and away from Thrush, but it still wasn't enough, he was hit in the shoulder because he had moved, and staggered a bit as he tried to keep backing away. So now Kile knew these kids wheren't to be played around with. John still wasn't completely recovered, and that was just one kick. And he knew Steve had taken it easy on him, because he didn't go all Broly on him yet.

[Jason Harris]

(ooc: Sorry about the not replying for a while thing... >.>)

"Keep the pressure on him."

That was all Dylan said since right now wasn't really the best time to talk strategy. About a second after what he said Dylan charged at Kile. Once close enough Dylan would duck down a perform a low spinning sweep kick with his right leg.The ideal outcome form the attack would be that Kile went face first into the ground then Dylan and Thrush could team up on him while he is on the ground and can't really do anything.

You would be right in guessing that Dylan wanted to get a win and move on to Steve as fast as possible. Just form the little bit that he saw Steve was capable of Dylan knew he didn't want tire himself out fighting Kile and then have to go up against Steve.

["Thrush"]

Pressure? PRESSURE!? PRESSURE!? ...Okay.

"Keep the pressure on him."

Pressure? PRESSURE!? PRESSURE!? ...Okay.

"...PRESSURE!!!" came the.. rather terrible war cry, as saliva spattered about from his mouth, and he immediately rushed forward, about five feet in distance to Dylan's left, two seconds after his apparent 'teammate's' ideology.. What they were doing was simplistic, but effective. Keep on frazzling an opponent with attacks, so that they have to spread their wall of reaction thin and thinner, wearing on the opponent mentally and physically.

..Okay.. low ground attack by Dylan?

LES TRY SOMETHING NEW FOR THRUSH THEN!

Suddenly jumping over, crossing over Dylan, his right hand arched, right foot propelled up by the knees, as he was about to kick Kile in the head---

KICK!?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Thrush can't KICK for SHIT in the air. No. Zis was a simplistic ploy. Most people expect a kick in aerial attacks. No. Thrush would be swinging his RIGHT ARM in a massive hook, about three feet reach slamming around in the air... feet ready to land to Kile's direct right.. where he'd hopefully pivot around quickly enough. Or something.

..Really, just making this up as he went along...

Notes:

-Thrush is impressed by Dylan's moves!-

-Thrush is vaguely horny by Kile's boxing style!-

-Thrush is making shit up as he's going around in this fight!-

-Thrush is a name of a bird!-

[John]

John watched as Dylan and Thrush joined forces, he felt like he could breath again and move. He was a tough little bug, but that wasn't everything. Kile was a freaky fighter as he had this adept abilility to get out of trouble. John moved away from the car and checked himself over. He raised his arms and looked to his hands. Trying to pull them closed to fists, the fingers shaky and the muscles screaming at his brain to stop. Which he did, he couldn't make a fist. Steve was just that intense. It was a mixture of fear and pain, John hated Steve, but was even more afraid of him. But he would never admit it.

Kile saw Dylan's move, and looked to Thrush who was airborn. That same sense seemed to rush through him about Thrush's kick, so he watched closer, turning sideways and going off his feet to avoid the sweep, he would be on his hands, shoowing his left leg out to hit Dylan in the head, and his right to push up on Thrush's thigh to throw him off, kinda an odd version of a donkey kick. He wasn't one easily teamed up on. He was one of those people with a supposed 'zero blind spot', but John had noticed that there was a certain look of urgency as he turned his back to accomplish the donkey kick, it was slight but through the mess of bodies he saw the look, behind him. Thats where you strike.

"Alright guys, I'll fight him now."

He then moved his arms around in a full circle and then a quick movement of his right arm in a half circle trying to signal them to go around him. John hoped they noticed, because there was no way he could fight right now, not even if he used the Raging Flame Qi.

[Jason Harris]

The exchanged failed on Dylan's side and he took the resulting kick to the head. Before he could even move again he heard someone talk.

"Alright guys, I'll fight him now."

Sure enough it was John and it seemed like he was rearing to fight. It was obvious to Dylan that he was planing something, but he couldn't tell what. He only wished that he had kept quite and jumped in to do whatever he was planning without warring and take Kile by surprise, but what can you do?

Not sure exactly what the plan was Dylan got up and slowly closed in on Kile. The whole time Dylan's guard was up. He was ready for anything to happen. The slow walk came to a stop and Dylan stood there staring at Kile ready for anything. He was close enough so that if Kile would move to try to attack John or Thrush he could intercept him. At the same time he was far enough away so that if he was attack he should have enough time to react and do something about it.

"I hope this plan doesn't take long to pull off..."

["Thrush"]

When The Hell Did THAT Happen!?

Before his right hook could connect, he could suddenly see 'Kile' flipping backwards like a monkey, and suddenly slamming down his foot onto his thigh, diverting Thrush down.. Making Thrush go skidding down, falling into a painful roll.. GAUGH...

"..THAT WAS AWESOME.." he'd cry, as he'd scramble back up, body aching all over, past to Kile's back-left--

--About nine feet. Ouch. Hurt. Pain.

"Alright guys, I'll fight him now."

EH!?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. Right. I want me a PIECE of HIM.

Eyes dangerously wide... he picked himself up, as best as he could, and immediatly began rushing at him, at a curving angle.. arms open wide. He wasn't going for anything fancy. Just a simple tackle. Get him with that? He'd be on the ground, and easy pickings..

..And the curving rush at him, would lead Thrush to end up directly behind the little bastard. If he got within two feet, his arms would immediately close in from both sides, and he'd jump in at the prick, both arms wrapping around 'Kile' in a rather 'crushing' manner.. and knock them both down to the ground, which would leave 'Kile' a little bit more bruised up then Thrush.. since he'd be on the bottom. Kekekekekekekeke..

Neh!? You want something, asshole!? TRY IT!

Was this the smartest move? No. Was Thrush the smartest man. No. Was he a bit of an idiot..?

..Please don't answer that.

Notes:

-Thrush is... rushing in.. like a retard...-

[John]

John looked on at Thrush, well this was just fucking perfect, he had rushed Kile. But, Kiles attention had been on John. He also noticed, Kile wasn't the least bit concerned with the fact he was basically surrounded. John just couldn't believe what Thrush had done.

Kile's sences hit the atmosphere as Thrush came towards him, but the completely idiotic and random attack didn't even register in Kile's mind. He was tackled to the ground and not in a pleasent manner. It looked like John couldn't believe it, Kile really bit off more than he could chew with all three of them at once. Now Kile was in a very, not so tactically advantagious position.

"Gah! Get off me idiot!"

Kile was attempting to thrash out at the fool who tackled him, to knock him off and away. John rushed in even as weak as he felt right now, and first kicked his foot forward, and brought it back under him to behind, pushing off with his left leg; which was on the ground, he would do a front flip, his eyes exploding in a glow as he did so his right leg burning like the fires of a dragons breath.

"MOVE!"

John would bring his leg down regardless if Thrush was int he way or not to slam his heel down on Kile's face.

["Thrush"]

OOC: Crap post. >_< Sorry.

KILL IT WITH FIRE!

"Gah! Get off me idiot!"

"MOVE!"

"WHAT!?"

"Thrush" was already in the middle of strangling humping strangling the dude. And humping him. Very vigoriously, to make him uncomfortable, his legs entangled, arms goiing underneath the pits to give him a hard time to All he saw was flames, as he tried to roll the prick on top of himself.. as to whether it suceeded or not wasn't his call. But if Kile overpowered him, and stood up, the chances of him getting hit by the flaming kick were higher.. KYEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!