First day for yet another transfer (Satori/open)

["Tuvlan"]

FINAL SMASH! JUDGEMENT SMASH! ---ENDLESS SMASH!? =D!?

The moment the newcomer went sailing off, the boy went scrambling to his feet, his face completely bloodied, skin peeling and/or torn off, and an easily over-bruised face, but the boy was still not down for the count. ^_^;...

>_>

---*WHAMACK*

Knocked back a moment by the backhand fist to the face, a delicious 'SMASH' sound resounded across the boy's face, for what should've been much to the newcomer's satisfaction. However, the obvious retaliation was obvious. A swing from the right fist back into the newcomer, just as the boy leaned forward again to 'recover'.

"SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!"

=D!? =D!? =D!?

Which... if not responded to correctly, would result in giving the boy enough time to swing with his left fist at the newcomer. If it was a hit, and the boy went sailing, he'd charge after him, with a headbutt, if it came to that, and provided the boy would even notice. For all that could be observed, his attack was completely 'action-reaction' based, and not mattering who was 'acting' nor who was 'reacting', so long as it remained consistent.

Such a "SMASH"ing accomodation this fighter turned out to be, no?

=D!?

[topcat]

Satori grinned as his backhand made a solid connection, watching as the boy's fist came around for a punch, Satori could already feel what would happen next. The punch came in, clipping Satori on his right breast, satori instinctively let the kick of the punch throw his left hand up into an uppercut toward the boys chin,

had the uppercut hit, satori would waste no time following up with a downward right hook, and assuming that his little combo went perfectly he would finish with a spinning kick to the boys knowcked down face.

In his mind, it all went beautifully

in reality, his punch was still sailing toward the boys chin

["Tuvlan"]

Imagination Vs. Reality

Clipping by his 'breast' or 'man boob', as would be more sexually joked about, the boy's fist proppelled on the momentum of the newcomer's fist, right into the boy's chin, knocking up his focus skywards---*WHAM* and brought back downwards, ---*WHACK*

Had the boy the finesse to take in the hit with even a hint more grace, maybe a kick would've gone sailing back at the newcomer. But instead, he whirled about, stupidly, and grinned... "Smasshhh..." apparently, rocks dizzying about his head, as he went about dizzy. But this didn't last too long, as the boy would rush as quickly as he could, licking the blood from his smiling lips, and bring about both his hands from both sides to slap together. Technically, to hit both of the newcomer's biceps, but also as a means to grab hold of him, and begin consecutive headbutts. Moving in would be lethal, at this point, whereas moving out of the boy's reach would still merit the risk of the 'clap' damage from both the hands, swinging at full force, to meet each other simeltaneously... for a very nice, resounding... "SMASH!?"

=D!?

[topcat]

Bitchin'

Satori's arm's where locked, my god the retard was strong. For a brief moment his mind flustered back to an episode of a webcomic where someone tried to teach someone else a serious technique but the overzealous someone thought the teacher was an idiot and said "ah, you're teaching me how to use retard strength, brilliant!" and while that joke was funny and would have made satori laugh another time, he knew there had to be a quick way to do this.

luckily satori knew the boy's tactics well enough by this point. The second he saw the hand moving to clasp his arms he knew the boy would headbutt him, which was why, the second those arms began to clasp in, satori reared his head back and decided to be pre-emptive, his forehead swftly moving toward the boys face just as the hands began to brush his arms. strong as the boy was, satori was hoping for shock value, that would make the boy let go.

Satori felt the pain of the clap, then felt as the hands gripped his arms, Satori's hard head was already inches from the boy's face

if the boy let go, satori planned to jump back, well out of reach of the boy. If the boy didn't, satori would kick up at the inner quatrocept for a nice pressure pointed kick, hopefully causing another spasm to send the boy to the floor. kicks where always less likely to hit pressure points though...

[Gabriel Seran]

(OOC: ok now last post i was basically summing it up i dont wanna retype every blow for blow lolz, get over it hahaha )

Ok, so now basically from Gabriel's point of view both of these imbeciels were beating the hell out of each other taking intense pain and bleeding.
so Gabriel thought to himself about debating to take a side rather than watch considering now that each was wounded he'd have an extreme advantage over whichever one he fought.
"well, lets see" Gabriel thought to himself, "the newbie's got some grace about his fighting but has a bit of an attitude, were as Tulvan is strong and stupid and would end up burdening Gabriel in the event of a 2v1," he continued the thought when the voice lauhed out bitterly in his head "Kill em all!"
at this Gabriel laughed and agreed.
"hey kiddo" he said trying to get the new one's attention, "you look like you could use a hand?"
Gabriel's gaze however remained unchanged, observant and judging.

["Tuvlan"]

OOC: Yo, Ryan... I'm letting this slide, but "Tuvlan" made an attack at you, a while back, which you completely ignored.

THE ART OF SMASH

*SMASH*

Whoa.

HEADBUTT!?

=D!?

"SMASH!!!" the boy replied in joyous wonder, he gripped the newcomer between his two hands that much more intensely, rushing forward, as if to get closer to him, and rearing up his own head to headbutt the newcomer.---*WHACK*

In all the movement, the boy avoided the pressure kick, but there was damage done... though the boy wouldn't realize it until it would be too late. Admittedly, however, his grip had loosened a bit from taking the hit, and delivering the 'headbutt' would weaken it for the moment to give his opponent the chance to break out.

Too much fun, with his fellow "SMASH!!!" partner to pay heed, much less understand what the observer from afar was saying.

=D!?

It was all for the "SMASH!?" though, all for the "SMASH!!?"

=D

[topcat]

OOC: wait, did you hit me? I can't honestly tell, I'll just act like you did, lol

Satori jumped back, hating when things didn't go quite as planned. He knew he hit something with his kick, though he doubted it was the right place seeing as how his opponent was still standing. Satori's head throbbed as blood flowed through it, he was really starting to get over this fight.

"hey kiddo"

Did someone seriously just call him kiddo?

"you look like you could use a hand?"

not really, Satori had hit his opponent several more times than he had been hit, though he knew the boy was either not feeling it, or just not responding. "Sure" Satori quickly mentioned, wondering why in god's name this kid wanted to get involved in this fight. Satori knew he was growing close to his breaking point though, almost time to pull out his ace in the hole, but not yet. Satori ran forward again, Punching with both arms at the boys face, if it landed he intended to follow up with a slew of kicks, each would lift him higher into the air as he knocked the boy senselessly up

OOC: if you're having trouble imagining what satori's kick attack is, basically think of the thing you tried to do to me, except kicking you from the ground toward the air, multiple times

["Tuvlan"]

OOC: Well, you could've tried kicking him again, which I would've allowed to loosen up "Tuvlan's" grip on Satori more. Remember, even if something seems impossible... try something!

The Pain Of Smash
Theme Song: Pain by Three Days Grace

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---*WHAM*

The boy would be toppled back quite a bit---*WHAM*

*WHAM*

*WHAMWHAMWHAM*

*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM...*

Blood flew all over the place, as the boy's face was beaten about senselessly, his senses tingling, but his body still standing quite still...

An early defeat for "Tuvlan"?---No. Not just yet. Bringing about his arms and fists, he began to punch upward, repeatedly, just as quickly, sometimes inadvertednly blocking more hits at him, but also pushing the newcomer up further and further higher, for every blow that was to be exchanged.

---WAS THIS IT!?

Breathing in, breathing out, all he spoke, as he punched with everything he had, for everything he could, for everything that he had in him... for all that was a joy in fighting:

"SMASHSMASHSMASHSMASHMSMASHSMASHSMASHSMASHSMASH..."

[Gabriel Seran]

-ok, maybe that teaming up 2v1 was a bad idea-
Gabriel saw Tuvlan explode with a punching rage, with three quick backsteps he narrowly avoided a few strikes,
"haha, sorry buddy guess your on your own," and with that Gabriel strode off in the opposite direction giving a quick wink, "good luck" and grinned walking off.

[topcat]

From the corner of his eye Satori noticed gabriel backing out, gracious. wonderful, Satori's mind whirled into gear for a moment, his kicks meeting each of the boys punches, the boy was faster, but Satori was better at seeing the moves coming.

They where both a good distance in the air now, now was definately ace in the hole time. He was fairly certain he wouldn't get another chance.

Out of no where Satori's momentum completely shifted, his kicks stopped going up, and started going down, changing nothing more than the direction of the fight, back toward the ground. One off shot kick went toward The boy's leg, but that wasn't meant to hit, regardless of the outcome of that hit, satori was already in swing, flipping forward

His leg trailed out behind him, he felt three quick punches on his back as he continued to spin. The spin came full circle, Satori's heel was dead on to connect with The boy's skull as he came full arc. If this attack did it's proper effect, knocking the boy to the ground, satori would follow as he always did with landing, fingers first, into the boys neck, two beautiful pressure points that would cause so much pain it would instantly put the boy to sleep, not unlike the sleeper hold.

["Tuvlan"]

ITS GOOD!

SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH...

Constant smashing, constant thrusting, constant punching, constant kicking. Familiar, at home, it was... good. *WHUMP*

A kick caused the boy's stance to lower down, but he kept up the barrage of punches, making contact for certain at least three times at the newcomer's back, ---*WHAM*

Breaking up the entire barrage, his head sailing downward, two sharp jabs went into the boy's shoulder.

...Nothing.

Just still.

Grinning, the boy moved up, bringing about his right fist to smack into the newcomer's stomach, with a proper right hook---

*BAM*

...Out, cold. Blood pooling about his roughed up body.

WHAT "SMASH!?"ING GOOD TIME.

=D!?

...

>_> Yes, final words, before completely losing consciousness.

[topcat]

Satori coughed as the breath rushed out of him, watching as the boy finally fell to the ground. Satori staggered for a moment, trying desperately to keep his knees from buckling.

That stupid grin on the unconcious boy's face was still set in stone where it last lay. Satori imagined he would wake up in all due time

He had to admit, it had been a good fight, and there was a few moments where he thought he was gonna lose.

Satori walked over, forcing himself to not limp a little, his back stung and those kicks and punches took more out of him than he would ever admit. he picked up his backpack and slung it on, hoping someone watched that, and they wouldn't want to cahllenge him too

Now to the office, Satori's last thought whirled into place as he shifted his weight toward the school, half falling as he walked