First Day Assembly

[Travis Delmonte]

"... KILL! DESTROY!..... EXTERMINATE!"

Travis heard that, along with more cracking and snapping sounds. Fuck was the first day at school and exciting one! He had already had a few brushes with death itself in this day. And it seemed that it would only get worse. Once again he would flatten himself against the ground as another, smaller, section of seats flew by him. He would then hear a rather loud slam and begin to stand up. His vivid blue orbs lifting up to see the beast in the air, falling toward him fast. It seemed he ripped down one of the stage lights and it would crash against the concrete in front of him. Well! NO ESCAPING THAT WAY! But he had no time to think of some extremely good plan. He just had to act, or be squished by the falling giant ape.

He looked to his left and immediately began to move, his right foot lifting and placing itself upon one of the steel seats. He pushed himself up with that and then his left foot placed itself upon the back of that same steel chair. In that position, he was ready to go. Acting as fast as he could, he lunged across a row of seats, landing upon the back of the seat in front of him, then once again he would lunge to the next row. So on so fourth until he had to change up his plan. He knew he couldn't run forever. But he wasn't going to just let himself be crushed. He was breathing heavily now. He was beginning to grow tired. Sweat was pouring and he doubted he could go on for too much longer.

[ghiste]

Well, Ghiste never really got to help much when it came to getting the pipe out because it was soon before this guy told Ghiste that one of the two people were coming their way. Having that weird feeling in his stomach as he heard this as well as Saint's weird introduction in a time like this, Ghiste's eyes nervously shifted over to see the one who made the first attack coming up. Around this time, you could picture the giant anime sweat drop going down the back of Ghiste's head as he stared on what could be certain death. Chills began to run down the back of his neck, the thought of him being crushed under this guy's strength just rushing around his mind brought him to a complete silence due to fear. Intimidation, it was something that could easily come out of something like this, after witnessing what he did, Ghiste knew he stood no chance at fighting this guy.

Taking a step backward, Ghiste's mind was telling him to run, to save himself, and forget about the other guy. Who cares what happens to him, right? Still, something was telling him this was his only chance of survival, in the end he was going to be fighting this guy, there was no escape. All he would do would be prolonging something that was going to happen. Flashing a glance over at Saint, Ghiste began to speak in a very weak and nervous tone as the guy came toward the both of them.

"No... We can't beat him, even if we both try, he's too good. Get that pipe out, I'll buy the time. There is no point if we both get wasted because then our efforts would be in vein. Oh, right... and... name's Ghiste."

With that said, Ghiste didn't waste anymore time, as hard as it was, and as much as he knew this was showing pure stupidity, he walked toward the monster who was causing this all. It took guts, a lot of guts, most people would wet their pants by now, hell Ghiste felt like he could wet his pants! Still, he walked forward, he was hoping Saint would be smart enough to take this opportunity, and not let Ghiste's beating be just another average body being tossed away. As Ghiste stepped forward, staying out of striking distance from this monster, he began to speak, a taunting is more like it.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

It was obvious this was directed toward the monster because Ghiste was now looking him face to face. You could call this guy lucky if you want, being so close to Ghiste, even though he does crimes so ugly. It was almost as if he was getting a blessing of some sort! That weak feeling that remained in Ghiste was still there, and fear was rushing through him, still... all he needed to do was stall for a little while... Just long enough for Saint to hopefully do what Ghiste told him to do.

"For once, I regret taking the spotlight..."

[Deleted]

Standing there unnerved, Saint felt like there wasn’t anything this man could do that would damage him. Being the spiritual person he was, the boy knew that in trying to help others fighting this man would be fine in God’s eyes. Though they chances of beating the man together were almost zero, Saint was the type to have faith that through it all they would persevere with God’s grace. Obviously the various students scrambling about for safety did not share the same belief and resolve that this one did. Perhaps it gave no actual advantage in speed, strength, or anything else but faith and resolve are considered the keys to a strong fighter. Faith in their abilities, resolve in their hearts to face their enemies. Is that not what all martial arts disciplines teach amongst the basics? Whether this was a correct assumption or not, Saint had faith and it was by far his most precious and powerful asset. No adversary could take it away from him.

When the boy beside him spoke, Saint shot a surprised sideways glance at him beside. He never expected another student within this turmoil to take such a stand, to risk anything to aid in their escape. Though the boy sounded as though he was staring death in the face, Saint was still greatly impressed by his offer. This… Ghiste… was a shining light, an inspiration. A small smile of adoration crept across Saint’s face when nodded in agreement with Ghiste’s plan to get them out of here. There weren’t any words that would be worthy of being said in retort. Sure Saint could offer them to switch places in the plan but that would tarnish the light that emanated. All he could do was get back to trying to remove the pipe from the door.

Getting back to opening the exit, Saint resumed his work in trying to pry the pipe loose in anyway, pulling, wiggling, bending, and anything else that came to mind. Now he wanted to get the exit open to allow the students to make a break for it, but more importantly aid Ghiste in his fight. Hopefully he would be able to do so before the assailant pummeled the boy into a bloody pulp. Time was a valuable commodity that, unfortunately, they were extremely short on.

“Just hold on…”

[Sean Barker]

As he was alittle too careless watching the activity between the two students he was headed for, someone had jumped out of the corner of his vision and was able to land a good right punch. across the left side of his face,a look of shock on his face as he turbed slightly to the left as this happened, those oddly dark brown eyes of his wide with anger and hate. He stomped hard with his right foot stopping himself from moving any further than he had, he remained motionless as the student was shocked he landed the blow, but like a flash of motion he had ducked down and shoulder tackled the kid and trhust his elbow into the kids gut., he flew back, his eyes seeming to beg for that preciouse air that had just been forced from his lungs as his diaphram calapsed, all the kids muscles tensing as he felw and slid across the ground, the horrific gasp, that was so forced you would think he was trying to breath in outer space, or through a vacuume(About the same thing). Sean turned back to Ghiste, who was on his way now, the kid that attacked him had stalled just long enough for Ghiste to lay out his path towards the tall deamon. He stood straight up, tall and with a half smile. His eyes alittle wide still fromt he anger of that kid landing that blow from him being too cocky. You could hear the leather gloves, the Bruiser gloves tighten, and whine out against his action of makign tight fists. The leather rubbing against each other, in their own screaming chorus.

slowly he moved to about a third of his normel hgiht, by bending his legs slightly, spreading them out, one out infront the other behind. His hands followed spreading exactly the same, except the hands where open, his muscles extednigna nd contracting, pulling them tight to bulge out, and stretch the skin. With the tattoo's the way they where, it made an optacle illusion causing his muscles to look bigger, and making his arm length close to unmeasurable if he where to throw a punch. He narrowed out, as he tensed a bit just to keep himself from losing his controle, then released getting ready to flow into a good little set of fun. This student being the second counting the one who punched him, to rightfully go at him for something. Of course "Cheap Shot Kid" over there wasn't in a very good mood right now, but of course this Ghsite person seemed to want to find out how tough this devil creature really was, or at least thats the sense Sean got from the kid. Unknowing that he was buying time for the other guy to pry the pipe loose from the door to get everyone out. He was just assuming this kid would be a challange, so he was going to stay strongly on gaurd. He was going to see if this school had any real fighters in it. Sean felt alittle at home in this stance and that is all that mattered for what he wanted to do, for his so called "Style" of fighting. Which was nos tyle, he just faught they way he figured needed be. So if this Ghiste person was going to see this stance as a sort of style, that was good, beter to mess with his head than to let him see completely what was going on.

OoC: Crap post again, -_-, dont worry, I'll get back into the swing of things, its only been about a year since the last time I RPed.

[ghiste]

"He's not going to attack first? Perfect..."

Spreading his legs out shoulder width apart, and having his right slightly in front of his other, he raised both of his arms up. Ghiste's right arm was slightly in front of his left, and he had his hands just closed enough to hold a cracker, yet open enough to where it wouldn't be crushed. Keeping his eyes on him at all times, Ghiste didn't bother moving, though his mind was telling him to make an attack to get it over with, and the anticipation of rather Ghiste would get out of this or not without too big of injuries was pretty much killing him, he remained still like his feet were glued to the floor. Not only did he not allow himself to move, but he tried his best to also not letting himself look intimidated by keeping his dull green eyes focused directly on the other man's eyes. Now, since they were on the ramp, Ghiste had the high grounds, so that would give him the size of something about 6'2 instead of the original 5'11 when on flat ground. Still, this guy being huge made it tough for that to really matter in the end.

Ghiste had no plan on making any sort of attack, and he would wait for as many seconds as he had before this guy would make his. Still, he needed more stalling time, every second counted during all of this. Besides, if didn't work, it wouldn't really hurt the time he had left when it comes to staying standing for a long time. The best thing he could think of to stall was say something, possibly ask a question which will lead him to some sort of speech. It was better than nothing, and as much as Ghiste wanted to pound this guy's face in after seeing what he had done, Ghiste knew he couldn't win, after all, Ghiste was a lover, not a fighter!

"Wait! Before we begin, mind sharing to me why you're doing all of this?"

The voice was said in a firm tone, trying to show that Ghiste was still willing to fight, but just wanted to know some answers before anything go to serious. Still, all of this was a lie, though Ghiste did want answers, he was doing this purely for stalling time. He kept his guard up, he knew the odds of this guy answering was slim, but it might just throw him back enough to where it makes the true difference on rather Saint can do what he was supposed to or not.

Around the two fighters during their opening stand off, a few contestants began to surround them. The pressure truly was on, of course, they were about ten feet away from the two due to the fear of having their faces pounded in, but after someone who was causing so many random beatings going into a stand off, most people would want to see what exactly might happen. Perfect, now Ghiste had even more of a spotlight then he had before! Sadly, fighting for a long time wasn't Ghiste's strong point, so everyone was going to be disappointed, but if he could just keep a bluff going... If he could only keep a small bluff...

Only time could tell what might just happen!