End of The Enforcers (Open)

[Zack Asiv]

Mr. Alex Malice

As it where Alex was the new Supervisor for his old friend Zack. As he suspected Zack’s ambitious behavior had caused things to spiral into a huge down poor of trouble. Using the records he found he saw that these people hired by an outside source, named The Correctional Facility was giving Asiv some people to use, but seemed unknown to Zack was that this Sean Barker was manipulating him to research these students.

“I don’t think so.”

Malice then strode out of his office and found the first Enforcer he came across.

“Hey buddy.”

The Enforcer seemed to not notice the look on his face. The guy reached out for a hand shake, that obviously had Qi dripping off it. Some sort of sneak attack, that bastard. Zack went for the shake but quickly bent his forward knee and then straightened it bringing his fist up into the enforcers chin with such force the guy was stuck head first in the ceiling.

"Your Fired."

That’s when all hell broke loose. It was now.

The Enforcers

Versus

Alex Malice

[John]

As if some type of alarm went off the Enforcers started jetting, running in this direction and that, thy all seemed to be trying to get to one point as fast as possible, but that wouldn't do, if something big was going down like this, then John wanted in on it, and wanted to make it harder. He'd grab the nearest one that ran by and use his momentum and throw him at the window, using his body John would cushion the fall from the second floor.

He'd then roll forward and begin fighting Enforcers his way. WITH LOTS OF FIRE!

Thats right his eyes seemed to explode into a hellish red glow as he started throwing moves that burst into flames only to sem to have a small explosion once they met their target. Using his Qi flow he would send it all into his legs and arms to increase the rapid attacks going as fast as possible putting as much strength into the blows as he could muster. Only problem?

He was out numbered.

[Mr. Kaar]

Now all Leon knew was that a brawl had began to erupt between the student body and the Enforcers, and well it didn't look good for the student body, but now there was a problem. You see, the clock tower was where Leon had control. No one dared get rowdy in the courtyard near the clock tower except rather recently as he had been busy. But this? No, they pissed Leon off.

"Get out of my WAY!"

With that last word an explosion of blue would be seen from near the clock tower as the ground would be ripped away, he had punched one of the enforcers who had seemed to wrap around the fist and go hurtling towards Building #2. They had dragged The Lightning Dragon into this mess.

[Leon]

So, Dion had been missing for a few.... Weeks, so what? Didn't mean he couldn't randomly pop back up one day in the midst of a brawl for revenge of what these Enforcers had done to his Uncle, Asiv. Dion would make a face at a female enforcer drawing her in and converting her to his side, and he would then attack the other enforcers with her in tow. Of course, he would let her go after that and beat her down too, he was just using her. Like he used to do as Dionysus, but just this once, just for now while he waged his internal war against these bastards.

[Sean Barker]

In his cozy office at the correctional facility Sean Barker sat nicely, listening to the ring-tone to his cell phone. Then picking up after it started to re-peat he got this message first. Trouble.

"Gah! Warden!"

Came the urgent and drained voice on the other side.

"What is it."

Barker didn't seem too pleased, or well in a hurry for that matter.

"I don't know what it is, but that new Supervisor just started attacking Enforcers out of the blue. Seems he knew everything."

Sean raised an eye brow in surprise.

"Just one man, requires such urgency that you call me? Our data says nothing of power that strong from this man that it would require such attention."

"Not just that, Warden! The student body seems to have risen up all of a sudden, almost every student has begun to fight us."

Sean hung up and started typing away at his computer, cameras came on at the school as data began to get sucked into his computer, measuring every move the students made, following temperature gauges, emotion detecting analysis, heart rate gauges, everything was analyzed. Like Sean didn't even care, it was just an opertunity to get more data on these students.

"Soon, I will have enough data to make the perfect fighter."

[Mathew Amtrum]

Did Mathew really understand what was going on? Not really, he didn't know the politics of the whole situation but he did know this. The student body was rising up against the adults that patrolled the school and that pleased him. Just like his revolution back in New York the students seemed to have decided that enough was enough. The violent scene in the courtyard seemed to attest to this fact. Mathew was of course more then happy to take out his fair share of these so called enforcers.

Cracking his neck and knuckles Mathew would grin, excitement was evident on his face at this chance to... warm up. Not only would he get to vent his overall frustrations but it was quite possible that he would pick up some useful information on how people in this school fight. Something that he knew would come in useful.

Now it was just a matter of finding a target. Thankfully it wasn't hard to find one who had just taken down a student who lay on the ground bleeding. Paying the student no mind Mathew would shoot his leg forward kicking the man in the back causing him to stumble forward in surprise at the blow. This didn't take the man down of course but it gave Mathew a slight edge. He didn't plan to let the man recover and would rush forward to send another kick to the back of the man's leg causing him to fall down with a small thud. Mathew would grin at that before spitting in the dirt next to him.

"Patheti-" Mathew's words were cut off as the man grabbed his leg with his arm and pulled his leg out from under him causing Mathew to fall on his back with a small "oomph" sound. Crawling on top of him the man would start to send punches at his torso with a force that would have bruised his ribs at the very least if it wasn't for his Earth Dragon Coat. As it was now they were a minor annoyance. The man didn't know that though and that gave Mathew another advantage over the man. Suddenly Mathew would flash the man a large grin causing him to stop for a split second in confusion as to why the boy he was pounding on was grinning. Before he could realize that the boy was not as hurt as he would have thought Mathew's head would shoot forward smashing right in to the nose of the man. Blood gushed out of the broken nose as the man cried out in pain. A dull throb coursed through Mathew's head from the blow but he would send his head flying in to the man's face again causing him to roll off of him clutching his nose in pain.

Slowly getting back to his feet Mathew would send a kick to the man's ribs making him grunt out in pain as he fell back down to the ground. Not wanting to make the same mistake twice though Mathew would send his foot down again on him stomping him in to the ground wanting to make sure that this man was down and out for the count. Each blow would cause the man to let out another small cry in pain. Mathew was so caught up in this however that he didn't notice the other enforcer coming up from behind him and because of that the new man was able to club Mathew over the back of the head with a tree branch. Falling to the ground Mathew would catch himself on his hands and knees letting out a groan of pain before he felt the man send a powerful blow to his ribs knocking him over to the ground.

Once again thanks to his coat it wasn't anything serious but he was still dazed from the blow to the head and he needed to recover from this before it became lights out for him.

[Jason Harris]

Dylan just gotten back from one of his breaks. Not a school sanctioned break, a 'I don't feel like going to school so I'm not going to' break. And he was spending it like any kid just coming back to school would... by skipping class and hanging out on the roof top. But now something more important than his attendance was happening. It seemed like a riot was breaking out in the school.

"Why does something big always happen when I come back?"

Dylan thought as he looked over the side of the building to see what exactly was going on. From what he could see it seemed like the students were fighting the enforcers. It was a mess. Bodies and blood flying everywhere. Although he wanted to help, Dylan thought it best to just observe for now.

[Roland]

*FLICKER*

What in God's name is going on around here?

*FLICKER*

A bight blue flash lights the sky beyond a nearby building. The sound of intense fighting fills the air. Chaos has broken loose.

*FLICKER*

I break into a jog and round the corner of a building, and I behold the sight of Enforcers and students tangling in combat. What!? I am flabbergasted at this turn of events..why? Who had started it? How far will this go?!

*FLICKER*

I waste no time. Ducking back around the corner, I find a trash can. Like many outdoor garbage cans, it features a metal exterior and a second plastic inner container. I remove this, stuff my backpack down to the bottom, and replace the plastic liner, rendering my things hidden. They would be safe here for the time being; no janitor would be mad enough to come out to collect garbage with the school in such a state.

*FLICKER*

I watch a few of the battling students from the cover of the stairs of a building. The power level of this conflict leaves me completely outclassed. If this was some sort of roleplay forum and not real life, I would barely possess the beginning stats. Still, this fight belongs to the students, and I have an obligation to play a role of some sort.

*FLICKER*

What good can I do? With my relative weakness it is unlikely that I will prove to be a match for Enforcers in frontal assault. Therefore I must relegate myself to a support role.

*FLICKER*

I leave cover and enter the stance I know as "Intoxicated Cat Walks the Fence." It's a weaving, jerky caper of varying speed that gives the impression that I'm trying very hard to maintain balance while moving in a straight line, but it's true purpose is to increase the difficulty for enemies wishing to land a solid blow. It is the most effective way I can think of moving through this combat with some degree of safety.

*FLICKER*

I come around the corner of the building and I see what I am looking for. A female student lies bloody and unconscious, and a male student nearby is on all fours with blood, vomit, and a couple teeth dribbling from his face. Dashing in with my haphazard lurching gait, I make my way past some busily fighting Enforcers and over to them.

*FLICKER*

I haul the male student to his feet by the back of his shirt and drag him over to the prone female. He keeps his balance with some effort, and I give him an approving nod. he understands what I need from him right away, and between us we pick up the female student and make our way to a building.

*FLICKER*

I deposit the two inside, hopefully out of harm's way, and head back outside. To the left of the stairs and out a ways, I spy a student fighting a large group of the Enforcers. His blows carry fiery explosions with them as they landed on unfortunate opponents; how is that possible!? Despite this, the student was outnumbered and will surely succumb eventually. I see no choice in the matter, and I dash at the enforcers from behind. maybe I will take one down and will distract the others before being beaten to a pulp. Those who can take action have the obligation to do so, and it is my duty to try.

*FLICKER*

I come up behind an Enforcer and tap him on the shoulder. He turns to face me with a look of complete surprise and rage on his face, but I strike him in the jaw with a precise blow that snaps his head back and hurls him to the pavement, where his head makes a sickening wet crack upon impact. The other enemies, now aware of me, divide their attention between myself and Mr. Explodey-Fists. I am quite sure that my first blow successfully knocking out one Enforcer was the only luck I would get today.

*FLICKER*

wind

*FLICKER*

...

*FLICKER*

What happened? The blows of a pair of Enforcers had come raining at me. I had felt the wind of them on my face. Then, things had changed. They had frozen. For a split second. So had everything else. I can remember that moment as if a snapshot had been taken and pasted over my eyes. The wrinkles of their clothes. The smell of sweat and anger. The smolder of burns from the other student's attacks. There was time! I could act! I had sidled between the approaching blows, and the momentum of an opponent carried him to be alongside me. My arm came up and I bashed the base of his skull with a backwards blow from my elbow. It momentarily separated his skull from this spine and he immediately fell twitching to the pavement.

*FLICKER*

Ouch...still stunned from what had just happened, I was unable to react as an Enforcer struck me in the side of the head, knocking me over in a strange cartwheel that landed me in a heap on the ground to the side. Still dazed from the blow, I clamber to my knees and spit out a bloody gob of spittle onto the pavement. The Enforcer presses his attack, and I drop into the stance known as "Monkey Samples the Master's Wine." It is all I can do to avoid the blows being rained at me, and I latch onto my few opportunities for offensive blows with fervor. I know I will be beaten soon, but hopefully the guy with fire in his hands would be free to continue the fight.

*FLICKER*

[John]

John's stamina was running down from the blows he was giving and taking at this point, he was hit once solidely to the sternum rocking his entire rib cage. He'd slide back a bit, gasping for air, as the broken rib burned like hell. But then he spotted Enforcers turn around and take on an outside foe, his eyes still glowing a dangerous looking red. They narrowed as he leapt over the enforcers and onto the back of one attacking the kid. He'd wrap his arms around the guys face, his forearms around his neck squeezing the artery and veing closed, while his hands latched infront of his mouth and nose. He'd yank back hard and send a flaming knee into the guys back.

Using the explosion to bring his knee back he would send it a few more times, until he brought the guy to the ground. That strategy only worked for so long before he was grabbed up and hit into the ground by a large fist. He would get to one knee quickly enough to note the enforcers gathering point. It was the entrance the building #1, where the Supervisors office was. Thats odd. Had the students risen against that new supervisor? No... The enforcers where looking inward, which meant they where fighting towards the supervisors office.

'This needs some looking into.'

But that analyzation had cost him as a foot connected with the side of his head making him go into the dirt and slide a bit again. That was kinda brutal looking but he was able to stand up alittle slowly. That did hurt like a bitch though.

[Zack Asiv]

So these enforcers where very organized, so even Malice mite have not given this much thought. His flight vest, black shirt, and black pants where getting alittle tattered and ripped a bit. An enforcer charged at him and it seemed to be time to draw on his Qi, the thing that made him known most as a fighter. He focused his Qi into his adrenaline gates making it run down his body and into his arm, super charged he threw his fist forward with such speed and strength it would break the sound berrier and sound like a whip was snapped, in fact one would be able to see steam come off his knuckles after the explosive impact.

His fist had moved so fast that it almost caught fire from being in this dense air. The punch would hit the Enforcer in the chest leaving an indentation of the fist in his shirt the guy would slam into the wall completely taking it out with his body.

"Whats the matter? Got whiplash? Hahaha. I crack myself up."

[olesya]

Buhh buh duh bumm deee duh..

Oleysa had been playing through a particularly difficult riff out in the courtyard when it seemed all hell broke loose. Shouts and noises of fighting, sounds of destruction. The brunette tomboy looked up, concern etched into her attractive features as another, closer shout boomed across the courtyard from the clocktower. "GET OUT OF MY WAY!!" The last syllable followed by a sort of electrical explosion.

The next thing she knew, Oleysa was thrown back out of her seat on the one of many benches in the courtyard, tumbling backward from both the force of the eruption and the hysterical fighting that was engulfing her.

*SHRIEK....SNAP*

O_______O

The junior looked down at the bass in her hands, the strings loose and the top crooked and hanging at a weird angle from the fretboard.

O_________O

She sat on the ground where she had landed for a moment, shocked. Her jaw dropped and eyes wide as saucer plates, she stared, shaking, at her beloved bass guitar. And then...

RAGE.

Pure, irrational and unbridled rage filled the 5'10" female, her hands shaking, balling themselves into fists as she vaulted herself to her feet. These fucking enforcers were nothing but trouble, but now they had pulled the last straw. No one harmed her bass. NO ONE. And they were going to pay.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHH!!!"

Some say there is nothing scarier than a woman who is pissed off, and this one was particularly so, seeking out the black ball caps that insignias the enforcers and pummeling them to a pulp. A swift crescent kick to the temple sent the first one reeling quickly followed by a right elbow strike to the face and and left hook to send them to the ground. Launching herself off the body she aimed a flying roundhouse kick, catching the next in the throat. These bastards were going to pay. For everything.

[Aureus]

The dull eyed Senior had been swiveling around in a chair in the computer lab in which the Photography class was held while the instructor went from computer to computer to examine their work. So far it had been a good day, but Aureus was getting hungry. Bah, how much longer until lunch? It was then that people went fucking nuts. The sounds of students screaming and bodies flying into walls came outta nowhere. A few seconds ago the schizo's mind had been wandering about a nice cheese steak, but now it was racing to deal with the latest flood of information.

Immediately the teacher stopped what he was doing and called down to the office to find out just what was happening. A moment later he addressed the class. "Mr. Malice has decided to remove the Enforcers. Everyone log off and put away your equipment. Those of you who wish to fight, follow me. I recommend the rest of you hide. Aureus, I expect you to take point on this."

"Alright, professor." The boy replied curtly before logging off the computer, placing his D-SLR into it's bag and placing it in the metal cabinet with everyone else's. "Ok, everyone. You know the drill. Fighters stay together and support move the wounded out of the way. Stick to our class and don't over extend yourself." With that, the group filed out of the room and into the war zone.

Because of it's volatile nature, the school had put certain procedures into play. Depending on the word of the headmaster, teachers would either attempt to put down student rebellions as quickly as possible with the smallest number of serious injuries with the help of willing students or, as in this case, rally the willing and remove the target(s). Of course this always didn't work out well because of the number of students that skipped class, and those who fought against the faculty and students. The teachers were assigned different points in the school to secure, and if that was done they were to assist where needed.

Class 411 made it's way through the hallway, which happened to be clear at the time. In all there were eight students. Four fighters including Aureus, and four support students. The number of students supposed to be in the class was around twenty, but who knew where they were. After turning a corner the squad came face to face with a group of enforcers. It was funny, Mituski had recently visted him and spoke about ridding the school of the Enforcers.

The walls were cracked and windows broken out bled pointy shards all about. Student and enforcer alike crawled and limped away from the raging fight. Boom, boom! The walls shook again. A piece of drywall flew towards him and Aureus sent a flaming fist to break it into pieces. Sprinting towards an enforcer, the teen tackled him into a wall, grabbed a hold of his shirt, fell backwards and tossed him into another thug and a member of his class. The Junior girl saw the incoming meat bag and ducked just in time.

Before he could regain his footing, Aureus was picked up by the leg and swung into a row of lockers, denting them partially. Rolling away as fast as his body would go, he avoided a stomp and was able to aim a kick of his own at his opponent's knee. After the man had fallen to the floor, Aureus let loose with a flaming punch to the side of his face. Not long after another enforcer was pushed at him and the Pillar shoulder checked the woman back at her attacker.

Eventually the team made it's way into the next hallway where there were only three or four students fighting what seemed to be twenty enforcers. One fighter and supporter had been rendered unable to fight and made their way to the nearest classroom to rest. The first person Aureus recognized was John Ong, who was handling himself pretty well, all things considered. The schizo had learned first hand just how tough the little fire bug was. Scanning the area for students in need, a certain blonde boy caught his eye.

Running full speed into the group, Aureus threw his weight into two of the enforcers and caught them unaware. Quickly pulling to his right, the boy avoided a punch before bending down to dodge a front kick. Spinning ninety degrees, he smashed the side of his flaming glove into the side of an aggressor's knee. A kick caught him on the side of the arm and a few of the men descended on him before being pulled away by the Pillar's group.

Jumping to his feet, Aureus pushed the blonde kid out of the way before a chunk of cement found it's way into his back. "Hey, if you need a breather, run back a ways. It should be clear." He said to Roland before dodging a sweep.


OOC: Yeah, I just kinda made up some rules for the school. >_>

It just came to me and I ran with it. If you don't like it, John, I can edit mah post.

[Stu Pott]

Stu was sitting in front of the auditorium, chilling and shit. It wasn't like him to skip class, but he had just ported over Dawn of the Dead onto his iPod and frankly, thats much much much more interesting than anatomical physics of nanobiolecturology or whatever the nattering hell the teacher went on about.

He was smiling broadly. A boy kicked him. What the fuck.

He looked up, and the boy kicked him again, this time smacking the iPod out of his hands and causing it to smash into the opposing wall. Stu freaked.

He grabbed the boy by the foot, and stood quickly, the boy's head smacking hard upon the ground as he lost balance. Stu dragged him towards where the iPod was, and then began to pivot on one foot, swinging the boy in a circle. He gained momentum, and then he took another step, his spinning momentum continuing until

*SMACK*

The wet thud as the boy's head caved in on one side. Stu was breathing hard. He didn't notice anyone else around. He looked around. He never noticed that the boy was wearing a black baseball cap. He ran outside.

There, he found pure havoc in the courtyard. He saw a group of black capped men swarm towards someone. Then, bodies exploded outwards. At the center was a quite pissed off Olesya. Stu ran over. An Enforcer was about to club her in the back of the head. He dive tackled him, the pipe landing next to them, clattering against the ground. He wrestled with him.

The enforcer grabbed the pipe, which was jagged on one edge, and rusty. He aimed it downwards, and it hurtled forwards.










Stu grabbed his wrist at the last second. He pushed upwards on it, trying to stop the rusty jagged metal from pushing into his chest cavity. He pushed upwards, trying to turn the pipe away from him. He pushed it upwards, and the pipe finally gave-way, and impaled itself quite firmly just above the top rib, closer to the collar bone of the enforcer. The boy grabbed at it, trying, quite in vain, to pull it out. Blood gushed over Stu.

He pushed the boy, still grabbing and moaning, off of himself. He stood up, and wiped off his face, leaving red streaks. He looked to Olesya.

"Whats going on, love?"

[seishounohana]

Emily was minding her own business at the library when hell broke loose outside. The library was pretty much soundproofed, so things were pretty quiet. Everyone inside was at peace, oblivious to the things that occured outside.

...

That was until a chair came flying through the glass doors, hitting Emily's table and startling her. Emily just mumbled a few curses - now there was a draft in the room; second - OH SHIT.

Her manga page... her work of art...

IT TOOK HER TWO NIGHTS TO FINISH INKING THAT PAGE! ... now it's just stained with black ink all over...

Emily stood, breathing loudly as she eyed the two enforcers who now threw a poor freshman into the library. The Librarian was pretty new, so apparently she cowered away. Jeez... do teachers really have power over their students nowadays?

The girl walked over at the freshman, kneeling down to check if he was still conscious... um... nope. He was fast asleep.

"If you really think you bullshits can put us out of business you've got a few screws loose, freshm- Guh!" Emily ran over to the male enforcer, throwing a punch at the enforcer's abdomen.

"Shut up." she warned them, looking pretty much clinging to sanity more than anything. She wouldn't want to go AWOL again like she did with Rem just a few weeks ago; Emily was still quite sore from that!

"You think you're so tough, hmm!?" The other enforcer yelled, throwing his own punch towards Emily. Well, as comical as it seemed, his punch flew towards his own comrade's face instead of Emily's... her having ducked a moment before.

"I'm not tough at all..." she said, still sandwiched between the two shocked enforcers. Emily raised her arms and elbowed the crotch of both men, causing them to yelp in pain. "Just pissed off..."

"YoOOouUuUUUUuuuUU!!!?!!" They both said, recovering from the nasty attack. Emily just smiled and ran off, making her escape. She knew that those guys were stronger than her by a few things and probably just kicked their asses for a little while because she was having a stroke of luck... but well....that's what running is for.

[olesya]

Olesya turned around just as an enforcer came at her with a pipe. Before she could react he was on the ground, a wrestling form on top of the enforcer and beating the living shit out of him. One the man in the black cap stopped moving, the boy got up. It was Stu. A look of astonishment was etched in her face, and she hardly noticed he had spoken to her.

"Th-thanks.."

Her voice was a bit shaking but she soon snapped out of it, her resolve returning. Vaulting onto her hands, she kicked upward, catching an enforcer in the collarbone, but as he fell over, he caught her by the ankle and flung her before hitting the ground. The junior tumbled unceremoniously, dizzily getting back to her feet when she'd stopped tumbling. A crimson mark streaked her right cheekbone, but her eyes were blazing.

Before the oaf could make it back to his feet, Olesya ran back and kicked him in a temple much like she would kick in a game of kickball. He was out for the count. She brushed her hand across her cheek, surveying teh destruction and chaos around her. They'd only just begun.