Freezing Rage

[jakeyjake]

OOC: Hiroko posts first, other than that, go wild.

These were one of those days where Jake was just freezing with an abnormal amount of rage. It was spreading all about his body, hurting him, making him want to get rid of it. If he only had the ability to live away from his parents, maybe he wouldn't have to experience this as often, but unfortunately, he was forced to live with them. Jake did all he could to contain his anger, to avoid beating up any random person, but it was an extremely hard task to accomplish. Moving along floor A on the fourth building, Jake found himself no longer being able to hold in that anger in him.

"Hey dumb ass, get the hell out of my wa-"

BAM! Jake's elbow rammed hard into the face of one of the people who try to make a name for themselves by acting tough around others. Needless to say, he collapsed to the ground, and who knows what happened to the poor guy's nose! Now to tell out Jake from the rest of the people at this school, he was wearing his black hoodie, the hood down, and baggy blue jeans, plus he had that long black hair. The thing that stuck out on him though was his glasses, you just wouldn't expect them there, but they were there. So if you see anyone dressed like described, it would most likely be Jake.

Oh, and boy did being able to elbow that guy sure did make Jake feel good!

[akada]

The drifting sound of aimless breaths seemed to carry back and fourth, slidding inwards and out with each rise and fall of that massive chest. Each ripple of sinew causing another fire of synapses to set themselves out in previous fashion, carrying from his brain and sending the electrical charge throughout his body. A distant tone of voice was carrying to his ears, running through his body as those feet continued to rise and fall downwards, one after the other, left after right, walking towards a target unknown, at least. A taut pull, brought a rigid wake of flesh upwards through the backside of that male, blue eyes working almost like the gaze of a hawks, piercing and focusing, ensuring his designated line of fire was focused. The sound of a dispute.. the sight of a few students follwoing inwards. Enough to get a seemingly unknown reaction, the pull of muscles against his face, forcing the expression of a grin to crease itself across his face in the same manner was one would expect to find on a person getting ready to do what they enjoyed.

He had been tracking this boy across the floor, his feet following swiftly, all of the students infront of him and too the side clearing out of the way, for that seven foot behemoth. The thunderous sound of ones heart in his chest enough, as everything else had been drowned out long before. In its turning shift, he had come down upon the boy, like a predator on its prey. Mercy? What was the meaning of the word. Most definitely not found in his dictionary, nor any of its advesaries and counter parts. He just could care less. Flesh tight, and pulled, following quickly along with those bounded ties of sinew, snapping all at once, giving the oxygenated blood running through his body a little more work to do in carrying nurishment from the innerworkings of his torso. Another heave, another fall. All of it working in order, just like a machined response, would have let those finger clasp downwards against the boys shoulder.

There was another set of events that transpired in the wake of a motionless face, that grin having stuck firmly in place and not let up its hold of that taut and turning flesh. A sickening grip had come within the guise of that massive male, those finger tips digging deep within the flesh of that boys arm, probably supplying enough strength within to crush the bone surrounding the area should he continue on with that malacious intent. Yet, a pause in the action would have brought fourth the true nature of that monstrosity hovering over a seemingly endangered teenager. A tone of voice which was deep, yet, all the same soothing. Resonating from the furthest points it could within his chest, and carrying that wind from his lungs, exhaling a carbon laced mixture over his vocal chords produced that ringing voice.

"Mm.. Corporal Punishment gives me oh so much fun."

[jakeyjake]

Though the elbow toward the guy earlier felt good, Jake still had that rage floating around in his system just waiting to be unleashed toward another poor soul. As fun as it would be to watch someone struggle and squirm as Jake held them by the throat watching them die before his eyes, and to show them the pain that he is forced to feel each and every day, he kept his inner self chained up deep inside him letting the less emotional side of him show. Every single muscle of his was twitching, the rage may of been freezing him on the inside, but on the outside his body was burning with fire for the desire to destroy some random soul just to let his rage melt away and letting him get on with his day.

That was when the unexpected happened, a hand suddenly was placed on the back of his shoulder. Naturally, Jake's stomach churned with that sudden fear like it does when you're watching a horror film, and suddenly that loud bang of music plays as the killer comes out and stabs the poor victim. Not only that, but he found his body suddenly going into pain, making his eyes wince, but it wasn't long before he quickly retaliated. Little did he know this guy was going to talk, but little did he care either. All Jake was focused on was showing this guy not to mess with him, it didn't matter who it was, but Jake wasn't going to just let this guy do that without fighting back. The man's finger tips were digging into the skin, and it definitely was painful though he did have a bit of muscle to pad up some of the pain which was throbbing into his right shoulder which was now unusable at the current moment of time.

Now the retaliation which Jake made was a hard left elbow right behind him, but unfortunately, all it did was hit into thin air because the guy behind him was not in his field of range when Jake executed his attack. Still, this was just the most reasonable attack Jake could think of in a situation like this because it happened so suddenly and it was so unexpected. Besides, we aren't all perfect, and people screw up sometimes. Unfortunately, the time was right now for Jake. Now this guy could either continue to say what he did there for Jake being forced to hear it, or he could make an attack while Jake was in this more vulnerable situation, but of course, this was up to him. If he was feeling nice, he could even let go! (Heh, I wish.)

[akada]

Soft and rythmatic. The motionless press of a form bent on the destruction of another, yet in the same and all, he was the one who could have taken apart one without the effort of no more then a clench of digits which encased a circle of flesh and bone, muscle and veins. The intent was not bent to be so forceful in its existence, yet all the same he could have more then easily accomplished the goal with a simple shift, tearing the shoulder of this male clean from its socket, and proceeding to tear it from his body all together, leaving a rather nasty and blood mess.. sorry kiddies.. far to graphic for the PG-13 situation that still ensued. His hand moved, the other one that is, free of all grip, free of tense, at least until it sunk down to the boys neck, taking advantage of this and lifting him up off the ground.

That male was like a walking concrete wall, the flesh that had been torn down and rebuilt.. the muscle that had been torn down and repeated the same process as before. Nobody cared. An nobody knew, and for that precise reason, it made him if not all the more dangerous. He could feel the pulse of the boys heart thumping deep within his chest, pressing against the palm of his hand, there was a sadistic grin on his lips. It was easy.. oh so easy, given the fact he now held the boys life in his hands from one simple little mistake, and the fact that corporal punishment was heavy and unequal, he could have just decimated him and left him for broke.. that is.. his neck left in a broken mangled mess. It was interesting just how fragile the human body was, and at the same time just how intensely dangerous it could be.. the contrast between the two of them however was just far, far too great.

" Are you ready to head to a grave so quickly boy?"

A question asked, which would have either gotten a good answer, a bad answer.. or no answer.. lets figure out which of the three is the best choice for this male to make in the position he was put in, that is, unless he tried to take the hostile route.. which was always a mistake in this sort of situation

[jakeyjake]

Now it was evident that the mistake which Jake made was a bit more of a problem then he was expecting. He found his feet lifting up off the ground, and of course, it was pretty painful since it was being from the neck. Now Jake was in a bit of a situation, the best being swinging his foot back, and hoping to hit with a kick, though he halted all form of violence. Rage was beginning to complete storm his body, here he was in a condition like this, people around watching, and he had no idea who the hell was holding him. That was a situation which was extremely embarrassing as hard as it may seem. People watching, it made Jake disgusted, he had enough hatred toward his peers as it was, but now it was growing as he was stuck in this situation, the eyes of those zit stained puberty struck faces stared at what was happening to Jake.

When the man spoke, it was quite evident Jake was dealing with an adult, probably a teacher considering his massive strength which he had. Another evident thing was that he wasn't going against no short guy, this guy was definitely taller then him, how tall Jake still didn't know. Still, even after this question, Jake didn't answer, nor did he make any noise at all, one could confuse him for a mute almost. Was he a mute? Not once has he said a word on school ground, so there was no proof rather he was or not. All the same though, he could understand words, and he could respond according to them. It wasn't soon after this silence that Jake shot back his right leg attempting to go for a groin kick.

Unfortunately, Jake had no idea where the groin was, so it might end up hitting higher or lower managing to get air or his stomach region. Even if it his though, it wasn't enough to take the guy out of the fight, just hopefully stun him, and cause him to let go allowing Jake to get free from his hold. Unfortunately, if that happen, it was easy to say Jake probably wouldn't end up landing on his feet. Did he dig a bigger hole for what might happen? Up to this unknown figure who was behind Jake, and rather Jake hit to decide.

[akada]

The boy didnt respond with anything other then a kick, a snort erupted from within that males nostrils, just swinging him off to the side a bit and then back, essentially taking all the power out of the boys kick from shaking him like one would a rag doll. With that the clench on the back of his neck got even tighter and formed what would be a vice grip. With this his arm raised higher, putting the boys leg range within his torso over his groin, he did not want to get kicked in the nuts this early in the morning. Instead of taunting him, he spoke once more, this time in a more serious manner, allowing him to hear the forcing decibels deep in thought of that rising voice.

"Do not test my patience. Answer my question."

Why was it being asked in the first place? Well. Hiroko knew precisely why it was being asked, it was a test of sorts, but what kind was the question left up for the boy to answer. He wasnt going to give him any hints as to what the correct answer was. Lord knows, what could be assumed to be the right answer, was wrong, and essentially forced the boys neck to be snapped in half.. well.. maybe not that drastic, but the boy would definitely be put in the hospital without giving him a chance. The strength alone in this situation prevented the boy from doing too much until he was let down.

[jakeyjake]

It seemed this guy didn't get the message the first time though Jake was sort of out of attacking option at this time. This was one of those times where he had to talk, after all, it wasn't like he could move anyways. Slowly beginning to move his lips letting an oddly attractive sounding voice beginning to escape out of it for this man to hear. The words he spoke weren't low and barely understandable like you would expect an anti social boy's to be, no it was actually quite loud, and the tone was only a little deep, not like most of the teenagers are forced to have when they're struck with puberty. Still, even with this, the words had hints of anger in them, but nothing except anger. It was definitely unexpected, right?

"No, I'm not."

It was nothing heroic, nothing tough, it was just a plain and simple response which the guy wanted. What was the point in drawing out some sort of speech in a situation which really didn't need it in the first place? Now why exactly did Jake say these words, and why was their such confidence when he said them as well? Well, he personally thought that this guy wouldn't carry out his thread, now he knew he would hurt him, but he was confident he wasn't going to be dying in a situation like this. As far as Jake saw it, this guy was like every other adult who he had to get used to knowing in his life, and Jake wasn't going to beg like some sort of fool. If he kept anything out of this situation, it would at least be his pride.

[akada]

"Good Boy, maybe now I will at least give you enough respect to defend yourself."

He snorted and turned, literally hurling the boy down the hall way before stepping back into a side ways stance. One arm beinding itself and coming upwards, palm flat, but at the same time, coming into an almost claw like shape which would have been dangerous for Jake if he would have known any better. Why was he being such an ass? Well. Like Jake, he had some rage that needed to be let out, and what target could be better then someone else who had the same problem that he did? Turning his body once more, he would have slammed his backwards leading foot downwards, and diging up a dit of dust as some of the tile was cracked, the other following before he took off. That massive body taking off at a pace that was almost unrivaled in terms of weight to speed ratio.

A cock of his head would have focused it in on his position, probably hitting the ground and rolling at this point, but at the same time, his speed kicked up a little more and he began his next attack, a jump upwards and then down he came, falling back towards earth like a meteor, literally falling through the atmosphere and providing a slightly flaming fist as it broke cleanly through the sound barrier, scorching towards the boys body, showing the effect that he had long since mastered his own techniques and in a sesne, thanks to that, he had become ten times more dangerous then he had been at 552 a few years in the past. Those blue eyes flickered, if for a second red from the surge of blood that welled up in his body. A genetic defect of the Katashi Clan itself.

[jakeyjake]

OOC: I know this is unrealistic, but it is Xin based, and I couldn't resist doing a move like this, sorry. =/

Being hurled through the air, Jake was now feeling rage more than ever before. Students who were watching the two of them compete began to spread apart making way for the human bullet who was flying in the air, losing momentum quickly, and slowly moving downward toward the ground. Out of pure instinct, Jake put his arm downward to catch himself as soon as he was close enough to the ground, and then managed to use it to catch himself before colliding face first into the ground there for halting the momentum using strength to help himself compete against going any further. Though he wasn't as strong as this teacher, Jake was now slouch when it came to strength. For his size he was incredibly strong, and his body was definitely muscular, that was for sure. Doing this was a pretty simple task since the momentum he was going died down by the time he caught himself therefor he was competing against a different strength then the full strength of the teachers.

Now that he had his hand catching himself, Jake used it to push his body up against the ground, and flip himself up in a hand stand, his eyes now looking back to see Hiroko charging. Yes, Jake was strong enough to carry his weight on one hand, and it was only for a second before he quickly jumped off his arm there for going to a standing position on the ground, his back once again turned away from the teacher. He quick did a 180 degree spin to where he could see the one who was on pursuit for him, and then quickly jumped backward there for dodging the punch going his way. That was extremely energy consuimg though, and Jake's muscles will now burning toward pulling this off. Looking up to see the teacher, he was now quite intimidated seeing how huge this guy was. Raising a brow Jake pretty much just thought to himself:

"Oh shit, I am so fucked."

OOC: Oh, and I'm assuming this is off RP ability just by what your thing says in your signature. >.>

[akada]

OOC: Oh. I have no problems with it. Makes it more interesting.

As that thick hand crashed into the tile, it hit like a sledge hammer, burning downwards and cracking the tile directly beneath it, and in the surrounding area, sending a ripple almost through it. Given the size of that monstrosity which could hardly be called a human being, it wasnt too difficult to get a hold on how dangerous he was. He had trained for years on end, and been in more fights then this boy had probably seen days in his life time. Thanks to that, there was no way he would lose this fight, but that didnt mean he didnt just get a grin as the boy managed to recoil from a hurl, and then dodge the secondary attack which fluttered... err.. rather slammed right in after the first had been used. Those blue eyes flickered slightly once more, an after-effect of the adrenaline which was beginning to surge through his body, but as mentioned, a genetic defect caused the blood vessels in his eyes to expand outwards, giving the effect that he had turned into some demonic male. A rather sickening alteration to his body since birth.

"Not bad."

However, not bad would have only provided something more. That fist still drilled into the tile would have spread palm out and that massive muscle bound arm would have tensed upwards, his body tensing in following and lifted itself upwards, coming up into the air with a simple jolt of synapses leading to those muscles to snap, and then that heel would have followed through coming right down towards the boy once more, using this momentary lapse of time to have a similar effect to drilling another one of those flaming swings. This was quite literally a technique he was taught at a young age, utilizing all of the joints in his body. At first it had been a stationary attack, but after years of working on it, it finally carried over to an attack that could have been thrown in movement.

[jakeyjake]

OOC: Sorry for the late response.

This guy wasn't planning on letting Jake have much resting time, that was for sure. It felt like his muscles were on fire, due to having to move them so quickly, and exert out so much energy, he found his muscles tightening up making it harder for them to move. Still, even with them locking up, he had to keep going, he couldn't risk getting hit by one of this guy's attacks! It was evident this guy was stronger then Jake, after all, Jake's body physically made it impossible for him to be as strong as this guy just by pure differences between the two. Still, being small and slim, Jake may just have speed on his side, all he needs to do is make sure that he doesn't screw up, which was a hard thing to do when fear is rushing into your brain making you think you were going to die.

The monster was on him quickly, Jake's mind quickly going into panic while his eyes studied this guy, trying to hint toward an attack. That was when the arm was pulled back, and Jake quickly began to go back onto the defensive pushing his feet off the ground, and moving his body backward. It was quick, and he tried to get as much distance away as possible. Unfortunately, due to this guy being tall, he had a larger striking rage too, but Jake was going to need to work around this little disadvantage as well.

The breaths began to get harder, his mind was failing to focus, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing up like he was watchign a horror film. All that anger he had before quickly transfered into fear, this was not a good situation to be in, not at all. To imagine this was one of the teachers of Public High School #259, it was just unreal. Still, Jake would think of something eventually, let's just hope he hasn't died before then. Still though, we can't forget the fact this huge guy had a brain too!

SCARY!

[akada]

Again, something came to mind about this technique. If one were to follow the movements of a boxer, and utilize what they do to use such a tremendous amount of force. Someone considerably smaller then himself had managed to shell out over 1000 pounds of pressure, enough to simulate a car crash at 35 miles perhour, to translate. The strength within that behemoths body was capable of producing numbers well over 10000lbs of pressure, if that wasnt enough of a comparison, it would look similar to being hit by a semi at over 60 miles an hour, more then enough to put practically anyone out of a fight if done properly. Why did he have such an advantage? He had years of training, far more years of training then practically anyone else in this school, but the fact that training was most likely of a different, more harsh sort only amplified the effects.

This boy infront of him looked frail in the eyes of that monstrosity, one hit would probably be enough to put him down, if not for good. There were many ways to use what he knew, and to top it off, thanks to his size, his range was all the better, producing more fear in the soul of this little male. Thats what caused the sneer on his face to grow into a full blown sadistic grin. A snap of his body as that foot colided into the ground one arm shooting downwards and snapping against the tile, causing his body to spin and that other foot to come upwards, as it did so the other arm shot down and a little back which sent him into an upwards spiral, at which point his body was now facing with back to the boy and that front of his towards the tile in a ninety degree angle. However, he didnt finish, as the heel dug in the ground fro mthe previous attack shifted flat and twisted, sending that free leg firing around at the boy. With full intention to destroy.