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Post by ovahlord on Jul 20, 2008 23:47:56 GMT -8
Daddy, tell me a story? What would you like to know kiddo? That the world is a horrid place, filled with horrid people, or would you prefer me to blow sunshine and rainbows up your ass? "Never give up! Never give in!" A conversation, the sort you would have with any father son bonding moment, was the current focus of young Christians mind. In its entirety, however, came that blond haired boys face, clad with metal and long since free'd from the binds that tie. A booming voice echoed down those crowded halls, resonating nicely through the air, almost like the battle cry of those long since past. Daddy, tell me a story! A story of kings, and kings of kings! Ok son. How about I tell you of the gods of war? The ones who march on day by day, feet clad with leather and steel, slamming down onto linoleum, carrying that large body forwards with an effortlessly glee in his eyes. Today would be a good day indeed, a good day to die perhaps. Everyday was a good day to die when you had not a care in the world. This was the nature of that blue eyed devil in black twill, flowing freely through his mind he let the bullets fly. Finger tips grasped the edge of one boys shoulder, and the following smash came downwards, right from the face of that brick wall. Inwards he fell, sending the boy he had struck flying, tumbling away as if he were a piece of discarded trash and no more. Blood had spilled, dripping at first, but then it came, like unto the over flowing dams, crashing free from concretes desire to taste the lush grasslands below. "Huuuuh!" Loud, meticulous for something that should have had not a need in the world, and yet it came fourth despite this. "May the challengers approach!" Daddy? Why did the king attack his servants and all of the towns people? Well son. The king was a psychotic bastard devoid of emotion.. or at least blood thirsty, maybe unaware of what he was doing. Then it came, the sound of drums as he took a leap into the unsuspecting crowd, that head of his jerking around as if he were in the head bangers ball. Crack, crack, crack, one after another he slammed his skull into the others, he seemed to be having a seizure, convulsing all over the place without a care in the world. An onto the world the depicted the king would be lynched! Lynch him! LYNCH HIM! Unfortunately they were unaware of what they were dealing with. That body of his flexed and he dropped down swiftly, in a lively mood today. In a fashion attributed only to Mortal Kombat, he would have clamped feet tight hands slamming the ground as his body bent in a u-shape, only to watch the poor person whom had already been battered and beaten come tumbling down like humpty-dumpty. A pity really, as that last sickening crack sent him into deep slumber, and most likely had caused some permanent damage, if not whiplash from that massive body of over two-hundred pounds twirling him about like Christian was a gymnast and the other was raggedy ann. "Today is going to be a good day." |
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Post by Ark on Jul 21, 2008 0:05:22 GMT -8
Public High School 259, a perplexing place that seemed to house the violent kids so to speak. At least that was the hear say from the city, a particularly interesting fact really… and the wondering mind of the skinny man couldn’t help but have a look. Could it really be said that his only goal in this city was education? Bullshit, absolute! That was second to only one thing, and that was his insatiable lust for fighting, and thus there was the skinny man, passing through the doors of 259.
His tall frame visible above everyone else, his long red hair further causing him to stand out as with each step did the people avoid his path. His face as always cold, his eyes sharp as each menacing step brought him further into the bowls of the hole called school. Yet to dismay he couldn’t see anything interesting, the students… docile! Outraged! He couldn’t really believe the stories he had heard, but he couldn’t simply give in… after all, what point was there in staying if there was literally no one here worth his notice?
Then those magic words had danced into his ear, so beautiful, almost like listening to the symphonies of Beethoven, and words that drew the attention of the skinny man, obvious by the scraping noise of his metal plated heel on the tile. Not too far, he could see a rather interesting display as he watched a child abusing the others.
“Interessant.”
His native speak coming out in a low but excited tone as he forcefully shoved all those before him out of his path with no effort at all until finally he had bypassed the wall of meat and stood in front of this rather rowdy child.
“Your call has been answered child.”
Simply put, the skinny man had accepted this boy call, his face no longer cold rather, a grin had cracked the stone so to speak as his sharp teeth showed, a maliciously gleeful expression as he raised his right arm, a twist of the wrist beckoning the child after which swiped backward, smashing a few bodies down to give him room.
“Back away little boys and girls; if you get in our way I assure you… you will be nothing more than cannon fodder.”
His grin growing ever bigger… he had found one! A fighter, the rest backing away… the cowards, why not join?! Bah, it mattered not as Ark now settled his eyes on this prize he had found.
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 21, 2008 0:40:26 GMT -8
Overpowered? Maybe.. The behemoth which showed its ugly head would have gotten quite a sneer from that blond haired male. Daddy, why did the king have to deal with all manner of beast? Well son, god did not like what he was doing, and that is why you should eat all your vegetables. Vegetables was probably last thing on Christians mind at this point, except maybe about how much he would not mind being pop-eye with a can of spinach right about now. Oh well, can't be taller then um? Fight um! Right? Did not matter, the challenge had been taken and he would have given of a rather joyous yell about nothing at all, despite the fact of course that something bigger then he was, was well getting ready to fight him. Should he not be happy? Daddy.. why did the king storm in blindly to fight something so big? Well son.. he was an idiot. Like the story foretold, the "king" charged in blindly, not even caring what had happened, save for the fact he brought his fists free and began to storm himself in after this mountain of a man, arms open wide. Christian was big, sure, but this male had to have been a foot taller, making him seem like a tall dwarf.. whatever that means. The king shouted loudly, I AM THE RULER OF THIS LAND! NAY I SAY, THOUGH YOU MAY MAIM AND SLICE ME TO PIECES! I SHALT RISE AGAIN LIKE THE GLORIOUS PHOENIX! of course, rules that Christian followed closely. His body twisted and he bent fully back into that favored u-shape, his legs suddenly coming upwards, and now, point blank range in between the two males, he had brought himself about to send a soaring upwards foot plant. This aiming to take down the beast...err.. at least dent the hide of a beast, or hell, a little scratch would be satisfactory at this point. Daddy, why is the king not using a weapon? Because son, weapons are for pussies and women. |
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Post by Ark on Jul 21, 2008 1:29:47 GMT -8
(a little to short for my taste but meh. I'll do better next time, not much room for me XD)
Forward came the child, the skinny man alight with glee, he couldn’t help but wonder what was first! What was to come? Yet, as the child moved his glee suddenly shattered, his smile replaced with a vexed frown as he seemed to be falling backward to dodge, his right knee would pivot as the left leg would shoot up his head nearly hitting the floor the incline so steep that his back was fully pressed yet his fingertips would hit first to support the head as the skinny mans metal plated boot would come up at the back of the boys head.
The strike, theoretically should hit due to the incline of his entire body, but then again… if it didn’t hit, his joy would return, why? The vexation wrought from the first attack… something that only a fool would try something like that as an opening… high damage yes! Yet! Easily countered! Yet the skinny man had faith, and as he plotted, miss or hit he would use his right leg to quickly shove himself backward across the floor into a roll, from which he would break onto a knee.
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 21, 2008 1:55:16 GMT -8
AWW FUCK THAT SHIT! Well, DUH, of course it was stupid, Christian never claimed to be devoid of arrogance, hell, he was far too arrogant for his own good. The onyl difference here was the fact that despite this, the massive skinny male would see just how flexible the boy was. His body shifted even more and that boot would have met the metal on his face sending him soaring upwards and back and away, flipping with the motion and landing back down on his feet solidly, skidding away a wicked grin on his lips, almost as if he had been skating on air. "My my Mr. Wolf.. what big bad teeth you have.. " ALL THE BETTER FOR ME TO RIP OUT!Daddy dearest.. help me please? NO! He twisted once more, turning almost in a full circle as his bones cracked and aligned themselves together. "Mm... such force. Been a while since I have gotten a decent meal around here. " That said he took off once more, considering the ordeal, and for now he would have just taken it with a grain of salt and effective means. That large foot of his rose once more, though this time with far more less exuberant means of completing their task. The point? He was aiming to strike the males knee, the side of it to be precise, he seemed lanky, although powerful, perhaps it was best to work on trying to cut down the massive oak with a bit of power colliding with bone.. it would hurt like fuck in the morning, but as daddy always says, anything worth doing is worth doing right! Even if that means he was going to end up shattering his feet in the process. His hands however had not let themselves be free from duty, as after all there was a decent dent in his mask now, and the shock underneath had all but prevented the damage to his face itself.. Hell of a thing though if you thought about it. He was using his face as a battering ram, and at the same time, he had on the strongest part of defensive gear on said battering ram. Best offensive was a good defense right? Although probably not quite as literal as Christian took it, that meant nothing. While foot clapped at the mans knee he used arms to gain force, swaying back while he aimed to slam his forehead right into the center of the tree tops chest, wondering if he could even cause any damage from his bad behavior. |
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Post by Ark on Jul 21, 2008 2:12:53 GMT -8
The glint returned to the eyes of the skinny man as his boot was deflected and the boy made his dodge, pleased as he looked at the boy once more charge, clearly the kid was all about the aggressive and again it pleased the skinny man… someone who clearly shared a similar love in fighting, but he didn’t have time to think about it, no… the child was coming… and he couldn’t let his thoughts wander, even though he could see there was a difference, he didn’t want to take any chance and as the boy came he simply continued to grin as his wide open eyes looked on.
The boy was coming for the kick, but Ark wasn’t going to have it… and when the boy was in close enough Ark would shoot into the air from his down on a knee position, his entire body turning quickly as his long leg would again attack, again the aim was the back of the boys head, this time however the kick would come directly down, the entire bottom of his foot would be the impacting tool.
It would be interesting to see how the boy would again counter, this not so difficult, yet it was clear that Ark was clearly enthused about how things were going thus far, yet still… there was a longing he wanted more… he wanted more people to join into the little party! One was not enough to sate his lust, no! He wanted to see violence break out in the crowd; he wanted to see the weak pushed aside and the strong to enter in… he clearly wanted nothing more than pure chaos to break out and run rampant.
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 21, 2008 2:28:53 GMT -8
Someone get the license plate on that semi-truck? Those were the exact thoughts going through his mind as he looked up, following that massive yet lanky man into the air. Head cocked and he would have leaned his body back at the last moment to absorb some of that impact by flowing with it, but either way his head his the linoleum hard, his face having been the instrument.. or rather, the shield this time. A blast from the past as it were, at least for the one behind the psychotic masochist. He hit the ground hard, most likely with the mans foot still on his face. A large crater had been formed where the metal in the back of his head going to the straps and latches of that mask had protected his skull from popping, but either way it rattled his head to hell and back. He went limp.. not moving what-so-ever. Down for the count. ..1....2.....3.........4.
Tick.. Tock. The clock was passing by ever so slow, his breathing having seized itself up short and cut away from his lungs, but then like stated previously. I AM THE PHOENIX BITCHES! He stirred, just a little at first, but if that male had not moved himself off of Christians face he would have found the movement slow at first, but then suddenly jerky. He forced his head free and body turned, using that gymnastic rhythm to his advantage and turning about, a bit of capoeira coming from seemingly now where as he windmill kicked his way into a break dancing spin, aiming to trip the massive behemoth, or at least attempt to do such a thing, most likely to try and give himself a little more time to recuperate from such a dastardly strike! That blond hair of his followed suit, whipping around in such a majestic manner, attempting to appear as if he were the white knight on a brilliant steed! In his dreams maybe, as it were more likely to be satans rejected hell spawn coming from hell. |
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Post by Ark on Jul 21, 2008 4:33:16 GMT -8
Bam! His foot hit home, the wonderful sound of a head bouncing off the ground made the skinny man coo, pleased with his hit he simply looked down at his fallen foe, though curious his brow raised, a heavy exhale from his nostrils, not really a sigh, not really anything… merely a quizzical exhale, the boy wasn’t moving… very unlikely he was dead, that would be illogical, unless he had hit with the heel… no, to much surface area to make a kill.
From that point his grin quickly dulled to that vexed frown again, was that really it? All that talk, no show? Damn! Damn! Damn! The word would continue to echo in the skinny mans mind. Had he been played for a fool? Falling for a loud mouthed piece of shit?! No! No chance, it could be all this boy had left, true… two shots to the head from the skinny man was quite the damage to take… but really could that be it?!
“Scheiße.“
He mumbled as his vexation grew, so much so that his aura began to flair… he wasn’t done yet! NO! he wasn’t satisfied, apparent by the miasma that began to seep from his flesh, his fists would ball and this skinny man would begin to bulk, the flesh extending as his musculature would begin to show. Angry! Unquestionable! Unforgivable! His head quickly snapping to the left and right, eyes sharp as daggers overlooking the crowd as he pondered just who to go after first.
“…anybody?! You have little time to choo-“
Making a declaration of his own, so distraught he didn’t even notice it but as his sentence was nigh complete his body would begin to fall, unaware his head snapped down to see the boy twirl, Ark himself like London bridge watching as a grin of pure ecstasy raped his vexation as his body crashed to the ground.
His body silent for only a moment as his form began to bellow, not even bothering to move he simply laid there; his aura began to move in a neurotic manner, shifting violently all around him as he cackled.
“Good! Here I thought you were just knocked out!”
Still he refused to rise as he rest his hands on his chest his laugh became so hard, his voice raising as he looked toward the boy, his smile jagged with wide eyes peering the implanted rings clearly visible as he opened his mouth wide and continued his laugh.
“Lets play some more.”
He cooed as his body launched from the ground back to his feet from a kick off, yet the moment his right foot would hit the ground his body would quickly charge the body both arms hung at the sides as Ark would grasp the boy by his arm, rip him from his centre of gravity, from which point if all went as planned would drive his left fist into the boys gut from which point relinquish his grasp on the arm and drive his right hand right into the boys face with the hand open to grasp, considering the possibility of it all working out the end result would be a meeting with the wall.
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Post by Fau$t on Jul 22, 2008 13:16:50 GMT -8
"Now class... On to the next lesson for the..-"
SCREEEEEEECH~!
Chalk would screech along the blackboard, a series of noises and the sort would disrupt his trail of thought, sending our dearest of insane teacher's into an silent rage. He would bring his hand down, holding the white writing utensil. Raising one finger with the opposite hand to his class, Faust would signal his return shortly after searching into the source of this noise thoroughly. Walking over to the door, he would peer out into the hallway through the window located in the upper part of the door. He noticed students zig-zagging, running in every which direction they possibly could to avoid whatever was making the sudden abrupt noises. Running his fingers through his hair, he'd sigh to himself softly. Time to make a grand entrance. It had been awhile since he had conducted a class without making some sort of scene. Why make this time different from any other?
Taking a step back, he would cock his right leg back and thrust it forward towards the door with such force that it literally took it right off it's hinges and sent it hurdling into the wall across from his classroom.
SET ME OFF LIKE DYNAMITE STRAPPED DOWN ACROSS MY WAIST~!
The dust would settle and the shock value of the class would wear off fairly quickly as some were already accustomed to outbursts such as this. Walking out into the hallway, Faust would turn to his right and approach the current eruption down the way. His eyes would dwell on the two figures currently brawling, disregarding all those who ran from the might of the two going at it. Though, it wasn't much of a real fight. He'd show them a real fight, if he had to. And when he said, "if he had to", this usually meant there was almost always going to be a fight. His multi-colored eyes would focus on one of the combatants particularly. The tall figure had his back turned to the teacher and was extremely tall, a little bit taller than himself. And he knew only TWO other men that sized up to his stature. Hiroko Katashi and Ark Sigismund. Those men were REAL fighters, ones he could truly call his equal but the death of Hiroko and the fact that Ark was still venturing the world left Faust a little empty inside. Like there was no real fight out there waiting for him. But alas, this was no sob story. He would find Ark one day and make sure he'd get some sense knocked into him for leaving so abruptly. He had been training years and years to find his equal, one who he could max out his full power against and if Ark wasn't the one, then so be it.
Approaching the scene, he'd smirk a little to himself, watching the ongoing fight. This looked really intense and maybe required a bit more attention and focus than most fights that he involved himself in nowadays...
"Nun, liebe Kinder, gebt fein acht..."
His deep Germanic accent boomed throughout the hallway, making sure the two fighting recognized his presence and were ready for a real fight. Then the tall figure he'd focused on, turned to face his direction and what a shock it was...
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Post by ovahlord on Jul 22, 2008 18:10:11 GMT -8
WHOO HOO! Space trip ft.... Fuck this! The man which he had just tripped up and managed to rise back to his feet was right back on his, almost a little too quickly for one of his size, but we would not call into question logistics and physics when sheer force was involved because enough strength meant speed if we really wanted to get into technicalities about it. Either way, the behemoth had risen to his feet, and now this way comes. A hand shot up, trying to seize him before he could come through, but to no avail, instead, that same hand had its arm gripped and he was pulled through the air like a god damn rag doll of some sort. This is what he meant by a space trip, soaring through the air and headed right for a fist, there was little he could do to wrench himself free, but either way, it was not that hard to see coming, it was a matter of forces clashing with one another. He had one thing working for him in this, flexibility. "Fuck no." He said aloud, twisting his form just slightly, that fist soaring to his side, riding along his ribs, that alone hurting like hell from the first fight he had held in this place with SMASH!? boy. Body now at an odd angle, he jerked himself forwards, bending elbow inwards on that grasped arm to try and slam one of his feet into the center of the mans chest once more, using what little momentum he could gain from his strength hurling his body forwards, and then from the kick off burst gained from that thrusting foot. On a lesser man, the blow probably could have done some decent damage, but some how from the raw strength this fucker was displaying so far, Christian had a sneaking suspicion even if he took it, it would do little good. Oh well, the love of the fight was enough to keep him coming on, even if he was fighting what felt like a god damn moving brick wall. That did not stop Christian from weighing any less, or being any smaller then he was, and his large stature would be used wherever it was possible. The faint stench of death, or at least, the pungent reek of carnage was on the door step of these two, and he had a sinking feeling that this was not going to be the end with just the two of them either, some how he doubted a brawl that was liable to take out a good portion of this hallway and possibly the school, would quite go unnoticed. If anything the attention of some unwanted authorities would be dragged in and then they had some teachers to scuffle with as well! Whoo! or something to that degree right? "Where the hell are you from? The damn jungle? You're like a fuckin' gorilla. " Of course that very comment directed no where else but the hulk of a man standing in front of him, clearly standing a head or two above nearly everyone else in the crowd, and hell had a head on Christian even.. oh well, bigger they are, the more fun you have fighting them right? |
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Post by Ark on Jul 24, 2008 4:46:19 GMT -8
His glee seemed to never end, the boy again pulling himself loose from the jowls of defeat, he could tell as the air slipped from his lungs, his hand releasing his body as his body tilted backward, the right heel scrapping across the ground as he kicked back. Yet as he stood for a moment, a deep breath to refill his empty lungs had a voice boomed, though the child was more than likely not to understand the words Ark could clearly, yet he simply game a small laugh to the comment as he would raise his hand, his index finger pointed upward, swaying side to side as his grin grew larger.
“amüsant!”
Ark would retort, his own Germanic accent surfacing as he looked from the corner of his eyes toward the person to call him a child, his hands opening as the fingers began to curl and then release; his breathing at a steady but soft pace as finally he turned to see that man… only slightly shorter than himself standing there.
“Ein Monster erscheint!”
With a laugh he spoke, clearly this man was not in the same league as this child… but he couldn’t help but wonder… just what would the boy he was fighting a moment ago do, considering this man before them was out for both there heads… indeed interesting.
“Ich muß sagen, Ihr Eingang war eindrucksvoll. Jedoch wenn Sie mich ein Kind wieder anrufen, töte ich Sie.”
His gleeful grin had faded instantly with that statement, his eyes locked onto this man as he lowered his left arm, was he still enticed to fight? Yes, was he suddenly placed into a foul mood? Also yes, this man from no where had made a statement that Ark simply found far to arrogant, from the tone to the words. It felt like an attempt to intimidate and yet it simply came off as nothing more than a bloated ego.
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Post by Chrynos on Jul 24, 2008 7:23:47 GMT -8
This is too nice to miss out on!
The 20-year-old thought to himself as he witnessed the battle of the giants. Certainly, this hallway seemed to be meeting its fair share of tall males. The two that were fighting off were about 6'2'' and 7'5'' respectively, the 20-year-old himself being just 6 foot flat. And there was another too, watching from the sidelines, taller than any of the fighters and even spectators present. He was at least 7'6'' tall! Chrynos felt his body shiver in excitement. The taller they were, the harder they fell. And Chrynos had this urge to try the statement out first hand. He would, though. He still had a bit of honor, and he would wait until the fight was over, before entering to fight the victor.
However, things changed as the taller man finally turned to face the crowd. Chrynos' eyes widened. Ark?! Was that Ark?! His arms uncrossed themselves, his crimson eyes widening as he felt his body tense up. Ark. The reknowned Thunder Dragon and the man who had sent Leon into such a bad state he was placed in ICU here in California. His right fist clenched, a wide smile creeping up to his face. A smile. What was he being happy for? Here was the man that had almost killed one of the fighters he respected. His body started to tremble.
And it would then be clear to anyone who was paying close enough attention to him. He was excited. He was thrilled. He was overjoyed, to finally have the chance to fight off with the man he would have so much trouble destroying before. And now, Chrynos was different. He was stronger. Much stronger. He lifted up his right hand, his crimson eyes pulling away from the large Thunder Dragon and gazing upon the symbol at the back of his Flash Gloves. No matter what direction it may be, he would always be walking. And his destination this time was Ark.
His feet widened as his eyes drilled into the body of his target. He would wait. Yes. He would patiently wait. Wait for the best chance to enter the battle, for maximum excitement.
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Post by Fau$t on Aug 9, 2008 9:25:42 GMT -8
((OoC: Sorry for not posting guys. Been kinda busy. My apologies.))
"Töten Sie mich?"
translation: "Kill me?"
Faust would let out a small chuckle, his head thrown back in a fit of hysterics. It was Ark, alright. But with Faust's newfound abilities, skill, and training... We would see how well he stacked up against him now. He would decide to play along with this little game, pretending to not know who he was. Faust already had a way to dismantle both of them before they caused further damages to the school. But that really didn't matter to him anyway. Testing Ark and how well he faired after all these years was his true objective. The other student didn't matter much to him either, so focusing on Ark was priority. Pulling his head back so that his eyesight lined up with that of his opponent, Faust would curl his lips into that of a sadistic smirk. His smirk was that of confidence, one that could make or break him. Ark was never the fastest in battle, maybe that could have possibly changed from those days at #552, but he had always been that of pure strength. And with that last thought, Faust had already set off at blinding speed. He was a mere blur to that of the untrained eye. This speed was something Ark was DEFINETLY not used to.
"Wie können Sie töten, was Sie nicht sehen können?"
translation: "How can you kill what you cannot see?"
Faust would appear behind Ark and whisper the question in his ear quietly, a devilish giggle following soon afterwards as he disappeared once again. This was completely true. Faust's strength and speed had increased amazingly since his days as a student in Manhattan... It would be interesting to see how these two would fair. Oh. Wait. Three, now? He noticed another figure in the distance, someone he vaguely remembered from somewhere. He just couldn't put his finger on where or who he was. Never mind. It was no concern. Sizing up Ark was the real goal here, nothing else. Fuck his job, fuck the school.
"Best realize... I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE PLACE DOWN BREAKING YOU IF I HAVE TO~!"
MY WORMWOOD MEETS YOUR PESTICIDE~!!
He sang to himself crazily as he ran laps around his current opponents, a random student and Ark. The crowd around the fight had began to move slowly backward and away from the oncoming slaughter that was about to commence. Shouts, screams of terror filled his ears and brought peace of mind to him. It was an orchestra of chaos and he was about to become maestro of this fabulous performance. He would appear in front of the two students a little ways away down the hallway. And within seconds, he darted forward towards them, his momentum building up to charge Ark at full speed with an attack and alternative counter at the ready.
"We'll see who kills who..."
A mere whisper caught in the wind as he continued his charge forward.
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Post by ovahlord on Aug 9, 2008 12:53:01 GMT -8
One more had stepped into the ring.. scratch that, two more. Which he had figured was the goal of the one he was fighting with from the start. "Looks like the damsel in distress shit has got to go. " He said aloud and brought his body backwards The one he had initiated this with was distracted, and well, he was going to take that to his advantage, getting some distance from himself. The man which had been talking had disappeared, his eyes blurring slightly as they crossed one another trying to keep up. It literally made him stumble backwards which was not an easy feat. "What the fuck.." A comment to himself.. they were fighting a freak of fucking NATURE? . I mean sure. The occasional car had caused something like that to happen when it went by at 100 plus an hour, but a human being moving at speeds like that? Unfathomable. Mortal Kombat anyone? He was somehow reminded of when the lower fighters had to fight Gorro. Not good. Would he run though?.... fuck no. He knew full well the man whom had interrupted was not one to be trifled with, which is exactly why he did the opposite of what his common sense told him. He jutted out in front of ark and began to run towards the new comer, aiming to jump his body up close, and given the speed Christian would be meeting him instantaneously as he jumped. That face of his displayed like a damn battering ram, aiming to slam into the male. "SONIC BOOM!" The imbecile yelled aloud as he waited for impact.. and if he was not graced with it, well, then he would slid down the hallway on his gut like a missile that was no more then a common dud, and probably look like quite an ass for trying to do something so stupid. |
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Post by Fau$t on Aug 9, 2008 13:30:29 GMT -8
Faust could only continue his charge towards Ark as the student threw himself in his direction, momentum building up to an almost extreme extent. Raising right fist which was already balled at this point, he came in close proximity of the boy and executed his attack to remove him from his path. Faust would spiral upward, his fist hoping to connect with the boy's jaw but instead caught his hook of his throat instead. It wasn't a strong punch by any means, but it would make due to remove him from his sight until he had thoroughly cleaned Ark from the hallways. The punch would likely knock the wind out of the student and send him on his back for a little while. He would stop after he executed his attack and would watch the boy fall to the ground, his glare falling back onto that of Ark once more. He would direct his statement to the kid, who was still in ear-shot of hearing him and would hopefully follow his instructions. These two behemoths weren't to be played with. His eyes would never leave Ark's.
"Get the fuck outta my sight, kid. Time to let the big boys play."
Shaking out his hand, Faust realized how much his hand caught the metallic mask that the student wore. He hooked enough of it to make his hand sore, but this would not hinder his fighting ability. There would be no stopping him once he and Ark were involved in blown-out brawl.
"Seriously, Ark? Are you that blind? Or can you no longer see the man you once called your close friend?"
If Ark continued to play stupid games with him, Faust would make sure to break his head open against the walls of this school and he finally remembered who he was.
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