Relaxing (Travis & Specs)

[John]

john had been here a good three days, barely enough time to accomplish much, but he had already decided to start a gang, and he was continuesly planning on his next move. Today he is relaxing at a table out in the Courtyard. He was laying ontop of it with his knee in the air, his other leg resting atop his knee and his hands behind his head. His thoughts surrounded what he would do in the future, how many people he may need to accomplish his goal, or if no one joined, what he would have to do by himself to get what he wnated in the right effect. Then someone walked over to him.

This person seemed rather annoyed in his movements towards this would-be Gang Leader. He was not happy about how open John was about what he was intending to do. So he confronted him, by knocking his leg off his knee. Sitting up with a quick jolt the guy stepped back and John looked at him with those Red eyes. Slowly he realized this kid was angry with him. So he soon spoke towards him with a slight smile.

"Anything I can help you with?"

The guy only threw a punch no reaction to John's words, John was hit, but barely felt it, this guy was weak, but he stood up and did something he wanted to do, John liked that, so he didn't hurt him, too bad, next all he did, was lay down and raise his foot up into the kids Jaw. The kid flew back and down to the ground. He was a bit out cold, but would wake up sooner than later. John just put his arms back behind his head and relaxed again.

[Travis Delmonte]

"So.. Your the new guy in town, thats already plotting to take the gangs down?"

A simple question. Travis knew the answer already, as this boy was rather open with his objective. Intense blue orbs glared toward the boy that had just assaulted a student. True, that student had deserved it. Travis would have done the same himself. A slight smirk appeared on his face, narowed eyes open the boy as he took a few more steps toward him. His fists clenched slightly, and then quickly unclenched. There would most-likely be a fight here today. Just a small warning. Travis only wanted to prove that it would not be so easy to take the gangs down, even with how little Travis had at his disposal.

So far, this kid seemed kind of confident. Maybe a little over-confident. He wasn't exactly sure yet. And he still couldn't gauge this boys ability to fight. Not yet, seeing as he had not actually seen him fight, and had not actually fought him. Travis was rather confident himself. He was sure that he could win. He wouldn't allow himself to lose to this boy just yet.

[John]

Another person interupting his relaxation, and plotting, yet this person was more of a hmm, talker than an assaulter, so John sat up again, unfolding his legs and placing hsi hands over his knees. He looked tot he guy and thought for a moment, now why would someone ask such a question. John felt he was open enough with his motives. Unless this person had never seen him before. Well the white hair and red eyes where a sight to see of course, the tan skin adding alittle extra to him, showing that he wasn't albino.

"Yeah." He spoke with a laugh.

John chuckled for a second then finished what he was gonna say.

"And you are? . . . Wait. . . Red hair, blue eyes, the cloths, ah yes I think I know you from the reputation you have. Travis, right?"

Now that he knew the guy was one of the gang leaders John would have to be taking down sooner or later. He had just come forward and aided him in his little search, but John liked being the one to go with what he did, but this was just a small change that helped slightly. John was infact confident in his own skills, and he had never seen this Travis guy fight before, so this was basicelly a first meeting, so since John knew his name he would introduce himself.

"And you can call me John."

((OoC: Thsi is funny because my real name is John, and my little brothers name is Travis. XD))

[Travis Delmonte]

(OOC: Lawl.)

"And you are? . . . Wait. . . Red hair, blue eyes, the cloths, ah yes I think I know you from the reputation you have. Travis, right?"

"I guess I'm more popular then I thought? Hmph."

He did not turn away. No he locked eyes with the boy. Red on blue. This would be interesting indeed. Travis found himself wondering just what this kid could do. How good he was. Would he be any typ eof challenge now, or later? Or was this some silly joke. A nobody just trying to think he's cool. Someone just trying to get attention. Well, he would be getting attention. Maybe not the attention he wanted, like the students. But medical attentionw as quite possible. Maybe not in this fight. Not right away. But if he proved a problem later. It was quite possible that he would indeed be in danger. Though Travis was no idiot. He would not underestimate this boy. Not at all.

"And you can call me John."

"..Whatever.."

Yes. He was blowing him off. He didn't care what the boy had to say anymore. He didn't care one bit. All he wanted to do now was test him. To see how deep these waters went. He wanted to see if Travis would go in over his head. To see if he was picking a fight with someone that would one day be his downfall. Or if this boy was just a wannabe. Someone who wished they wete important.

"I obviously know what you want to do. Now I'll ask you to show me what you have. Just how you plan on taking The Syndicate, and any other gang down. Show me the skills.."

After speaking, he would take a simple step backwards. His head pulling back slightly as he lifted his hands up, in a sort aof 'get up' motion. Basically asking for the boy to come at him. To attack him with everything he has.

[John]

John kept his calm smile as Travis made his words and motioned for him to attack. His steping back gave John more room to work with. John put his hands down on the edge of the table, and the muscles within both arms reacted as such to lift him up, he placed his feet down ontop of the table and launched himself up a bit and still towards Travis. He would flip quickly and bring down his heel a s a bit of a warning attack, that John wasn't going to play around, he was going to fight. His heel would be aimed for Travis's head, right ontop of it, but most likely this Travis guy would be able to dodge it.

Well John was hoping the Travis kid would be able to dodge the attack, but if not, then oh well also, John was just out for a quick blood fest, fist fight, where the fight went on for hours and slowly rolled downhill to a slow motion fight, where both are too exhausted to continue, oh yes, the perfect battle. Of course fights liek that where rarely over looked by the Pillars of school officiels. So hopefully they would be able to show each other as far as they are able to go, before it was all over with.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis watched sloely as the boy lifted himself ontot he table and then launched his so-called attack. He would be moving threw the air toward Travis. And although the distance between them wasn't great, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. After all, Aerial attacks were not the best type of attacks to do. It was often the worst type you could do, as you don't have the control you could want over your body while you were in the air. Sure, the attacks could usually dish out some kind of damage. But that was only if they hit.

As the boy flipped through the air, it seemed the boy had timed the flip nearly perfect, aiming to slam his heel against Travis' head. Unfortunately for this boy, Travis was ready. travis was not going to try and dodge it. Instead he planned on meeting force with force. He would allow himself to slide backwards slightly, and then his right leg would lift up high, and it would quickly stretch up into a verticle position. What he aimed to do was slam the ball of his foot against the back of the boy's heel as he flipped toward Travis. He hoped to get him before full rotation, so that he could cause the boy's legs to be kicked upwards, and watch as the boy dropped to slam against the earth's surface on his upperback or neck.

There was also another possibility. That the boy could use the momentum and strength of Travis' kick to cause himself to tuck and land upon his feet after Travis' kick. If that happened, Travis hoped that the boy would not expect what Travis had planned. If the boy successfully landed on two feet, or all-fours. His right leg that was lifted high would drop down in an axe-kick style attack, aimed to slam the bakc of his steel-toed boots upon his opponent's cranium. This would be an interesting fight no doubt. His blood was beginning to flow. The adrenaline would soon come as the fight begant oh eat up.

[John]

"Huuuuuuaaa-!"

John's flip and heel crush where stopped in mid air by another leg, but this was a time of quick thinking as John sent out his other leg and gripped Travis's leg with both of his at the ankle. He would drop down to his arms and use his leg, abdomen, and arm muscles to throw Travis by his leg back over the table where all of this started in the first place. As soon as John where to let go with his ankles in the throw, he would lay down on the ground, now this would be a bad thing if his apponent wheren't gonna be sailing through the air. So he had time to push himself back up into standing position.

He would turn to look in the direction Travis would go and wait to see what happened. Hopefully the throw worked and he wasn't about to be sneak attacked, but if it did he would wait for Travis to continue his assault. And John would continue to fight back. John wasn't here to be cocky, or to show off, he was here to take down this system. These people believe that the only people that have a voice in this world are the strong, well John is here to proove that anyone can have a voice in this world, they just needed to know how to talk.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis' kick would meet it's mark. Slamming agaisnt his opponent's heel. But to his surprise, his opponent was not doing what he had hoped. Instead John had managed to hook his legs about Travis and soon Travis would feel the strength of his opponent as began to lift him, readying himself to be tossed, Travis figured he would try to get one little attack in before he was fully airborne. As his body was being lifted upward, his free leg would shift inward, bending slightly so that his knee was extended and as he wen't into the air, he aimed to slam the knee against his opponent's forehead.

Whether the knee landed or not, Travis would find himself tossedup into the air. But was he completely helpless? No way. He would tuck his body a bit and as he rotated, his feet would soon find the top of the table. As his feet slammed against the far edge of the table, the end he had landed on cracked and split almost immediantly. He would then tilt foreward and let his body do one last small, quick frontflip as he landed with a small thud against the ground.

Slightly dizzy fromt he throw, but not completely phased, Travis would act. Seeing as his opponent was somewhere behind him right now, Hopefully stunned if the blow fromh is knee had hit, Travis' right leg would lift up, fold and then shoot backwards. The ball of his foot would slam against the cracked and splintered lunch table edge as it woudl begin to screech and slide. The kick would cause the table to move quickly, speeding toward John.

[John]

As he had successfully flipped his apponent Travis and threw him with his legs, it would seem he had not expected him to knee him in the head. But he had enough momentum in his throw to keep it going from the disorientation the knee strike would cause, a cut forming on his forehead, with a small line of blood going from it. He got up and turned towards where Travis would of landed, but in the process of turning he heard a noise, a noise he didn't like, and he was just in time to see the table sliding towards him with good force. He raised his right leg just in time to catch the edge of the table, he didn't hav enough in him to stop it in its tracks, but he did slow it, he used that right leg to fly into the air once more, he did a back flip as the table got right under him. He would land ontop of it, and drop to one knee, and have one hand down on the table for stability.

He would jump off the table and speed towards Travis. The pain in his head still there, the disorientation hadn't lasted too long, but the blood trailing down his forehead did pose a problem mixing with his sweat and burning his eyes, they began to turn blood shot as the pain would reach a good amount. Red eyes with the rest of it becoming blood shot, thats just great. But once he got cloe enough he would go in with a quick spin and aim a good solid right dart kick towards Travis's stomach/chest area.

This would do nothing, but hurt, as all John was out to do, was have a fun fight, for the moment, he didn't want to break Travis, he didn't want to dislocate Travis, he wanted to push Travis as far as he could, and have the red head push him as far as possible. He wanted this fight to go on for a good while. This was the way a fight should be, the way it should go. The perfect fight is not one where someone is permanently injurred and isn't able to make it to the hospital on their own power, unless they are too exhausted to move, the perfect fight is one where both fighters give out from exhaustion, or one is knocked out after taking pain for a long time. Broken bones happen durring a fight, thats true, but who ever aims to break someone, just doesn't have the honor in them to fight wiht their true strength.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis watched, a grin on his face as his opponent flipped and landed against the top of the table. This was definitely going to be an interesting fight indeed. who would win? Travis still had high hopes that it would be him. But you never knew. Things could change in the blink of an eye. But thoughts were soon pushed out of his head as he watched his opponent launch himself toward Travis once again. Another aerial attack, though this one seemed to be slightly different. And if he wasn't quick to react, he would have been hurt severely.

Travis' hands would lift quickly, place together and would meet John's kick as it interested Travis' zone. Those fingers would cramp and bend, hopefully gripping hard to John's foot as Travis felt the extremely painful sting of the kick. Not only that, but he felt his steel-toed boots sliding backwards as his body moved with the blow a few inches. Gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes in concentration, Travis would begin to try and reverse this attack.

As Travis' hands gripped John's foot, he would allow his body to act quickly. To turn and rotate quickly, John's leg being brought over Travis' right shoulder, creating an odd type of lever. Travis' muscles would flex and strain now as be pulled down hard on that level, moving foreword with John's momentum as he did this. The reaction, if there was one, would be almost immediate. John's leg would be forced downward, his whole body which would still be airborne, would lift upward, hopefully over Travis' body, and then as John was above him, Travis would begin to swing John downward, as if he was trying to slam a sledge hammer against the ground. Though Travis would not be aiming to slam this 'sledgehammer' into the ground. Instead he looked to put him directly through the center of a near-by lunch table.

'LETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMBBBLLLLLEEEEEE!'

[John]

He felt his kick make contact, and the pressure force something back and down a bit, the wind that was created from his motions had kept moving after he stopped, mid air no doubt, but the next thing he knew his momentum was going in a direction over Travis. This was odd considering he had just stopped moving after that kick. He felt the wind around him and motion again, and just as fast he stopped and he felt grip apon his leg, he was being thrown, but it was too late in realizing it, for he was already being flung towards the table. His white hair flapping in the wind along with his pants, his arms completely up from the force of the slamming motion as he made contact with the table they went out spread to each side of his body, and the snapping of wood could be heard, the loud crack of wood apon his back was aparent. Then it crushed underneith him, splinters flying around the area.

"Omph!"

John let out a deep pained noise from that slam. It had alot of force and that pain would be aparent through the next week or so, his back was gonna be hurting throughout this whole thing and his leg was in pain already. Well it only makes sense, since it was used as the handle to the flail. His arms where forced inward towards his body when the table caved inward fromt he force. The shrapnel flew fromt he table, and two or three big chunks. He was hurting and had to think fast, this fight wasn't over, but he sure was hurt from that attack. John was pretty sure he would of let go of his leg, be it the force of the landing, or throwing with more strength, or the shrapnel making him let go, but he was free for now, and still had to recover.

((OoC: Will recover in next post. Well to the point of standing and fighting back some.))

[Travis Delmonte]

The kick came, and then as fast as that kick came, Travis would turn it around on his opponent and slam him into a near-by table. His hands would release as he watched John's body crash through the table. The wood splintered and cracked, shards flying in multiple directions. A large grin would slide onto Travis' lips as his vivid blue eyes took everything in. The painful sound that emitted from his opponent's lips. The pain his opponent was probably in. And the fact that if he wanted to, he could probably charge and rip his opponent apart while he was downed.

But no. He sensed that this kid didn't want to try and end this fight fast. He wanted it to last. And if the boy wanted it to last, then it would. Travis felt as if he could go on for quite a while now. He just had to make sure he didn't make too many mistakes. And that he didn't take too much damage. Surely he was already closer to winning after putting that boy through the table. But you never knew what the opponent had in store for you. It was quite possible that this boy was hiding his ability to fight. Masking it and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

With those thoughts in mind, Travis would allow himself to take a few steps back, his arms shaking out slightly. His right arm lifting and re adjusting the goggles on his forehead. The left hand fell to it's respective side, thumb hooking the waistband of his jeans. He would stare toward the boy and let him get up. His eyes narrowed and a slightly mocking grin plastered upon his slightly tan face.

"I know you have more to give.. Give it your all.. Don't let me down so soon."

[John]

Pushing his way to his feet, he stood limply, with his arms hanging low, his legs spread a bit more than usuel, a smile spread across his face, the right side widening, and raising more than the left. His red eyes locking onto the person in front of him as he spoke the words he said. John had no intention of giving out anytime soon, he had no intention of doing any less than giving this fight everything he had. His arms tensed and his teet clenched together, as he raised his arms up, to form his Muay Thai stance, hsi legs coming together, close, and the right taking the lead slightly. His arms where almost straight out, and his hands where open like he was laying them on something. This was the bermes style of Muay Thai boxing. He was going to try this out on the boy, well before John wasn't really using a style, it was just more random attacking combine with direction and control. The clouds ran infront fo the sun, making clouds run across the courtyard, as shadows sent by another world, gate keepers ready to take a soul to the underworld. The demonic warriors of another existence all its own charged this battle field with their weapon of fear, and their speed of the wind. Some clashed, other kept going, but one thing was for sure, as soon as the first two clouds chargin each other between these two clashed, that would mean winds moving in opposite directions where colliding, one warm, and one hot, these slight winds would make the area seem like that of a land of hell, being little dusters appearing all over, but the first little ducter to appear would pick up the dead leaves surrounding the area and spin them around, that was John's signal to charge forward, keeping his arms up, he charged in, with a slight, speed nothing too intense, just to give Travis time to be ready and the anticipation to grow, John ran right through the duster decipating it completely by creating his own drawn wind force to cut right through the mini spiral of wind, and subjigated it to moving in one direction.

His cloths where wild with the winds, and his hair doing the same. He had figured he had gotten close enough and sent a straight hard left palm strike with lots of down force for Travis's forehead, but that wasn't the only attack being made, he was also going to send a knee, with his right leg towards Travis's gut, near the solarplexis, but not exactly, so not to do much damage, just to hit him is all it was for. These two attacks combine to create one hard hitter, but of course he was using Muay Thai, so it had to of been expected, unless this guy had never seen Bermes boxing before, then everything would be a complete surprise. His injurries had gone to a point, but nothing he couldn't handle. This feeling of excitement, of longing to smash the other boy with his forearm, or a knee. The love of this battle, it was not what he was truely after. These fights he went so far in where to test his limits. His attributes may not have been like those around him, but he was like no other, in his efforts to push himself. Through hell and back, he would not stop, but he was tired of this school system, and he was tired of the students being blamed for juvinile gangs and youth crimes, because they where expelled from school, it was a parenting problem not a scholastic problem, in fact, the parenting may have even been what started the school problem.

This school system would see its day of being destroyed, John was out on a mission to make it for the better, no more corperal punsihment, and no more stupid gangs. Teachers only use the corperal punsihment for letting off steam on students, or because they didn't bring in their homework they where made an example of, to teach the others to bring in their homework. Beatin to the point of unconciouseness. That was not the way the world should work, should go around, this is not the kind of enviornment a student should have to live through. John being the way he is, would go too far sometimes when dealing with problems trying to proove himself one way or another, trying to get stronger to destroy the school system, digging up information in the undergrounds about the school and its activities, like extortion and theft, fraud, among other things. But no, John wasn't strong enough yet to make it that far, there where obsticles in his way, and right now Travis was an obsticle, he was the brick of the wall, that needed to be taken out next, John hadn't planned on going after him for another few days, but since he had come to him, John figured he would grace him with a great fight, and see who truely is the victor, who truelly has the most skill, most detemrination, and who could truely fight, the better.

[Travis Delmonte]

Those vivid blue orbs fixated upon the slightly injured boy as he raised up from the heap of broken and splintered wood. That table had been only one of the many objects that would most-likely be trashed today. The smile had not faded, even after he had spoken and watched the boy. This was definitely going to be a very interesting fight. Travis could tell that this boy was determined to give his all today. To prove that he was worthy of bringing down the gangs. Well this was something that Travis himself was not happy with. He would not allow his gang to be brought down yet. They had just been started after all. They haven't even blossomed yet.

And he would soon watch as the boy began to take stance. A very familiar stance alright. Muay Thai. Kick-boxing at it's finest. Travis himself had delved into the style a few times. He knew to use his elbows and knees, to use whatever he needed. So this boy knew a familiar style huh? He most-likely didn't know that Travis knew it, or else he probably wouldn't have used it. Travis wouldn't even acknowledge that he knew the style. He wanted the boy to think that he was clueless to what he would do. To surprise himw ith something of his own. And then the boy began to move. He was coming in to attack. And Travis was ready.

The main thing that worried him about Muay Thai was definitely it's knees. The knees were powerful, in fact so powerful that it was quite easy to kill someone if you knew how to perform them right. A perfect knee to the sternum would shatter the ribcage and the bones would pierce the heart. But he doubted that this kid was that good. Still, he would keep himself on-guard for knees. And as the boy came in, he spotted it almost immediately. A right knee, and some kind of palm thrust. He wasn't too worried about the palm thrust, in fact, he would let that palm thrust hit, because he had the perfect attack to count that knee. And to deal a good amount of damage against the boy.

As the boy came in, Travis would tilt his head down a bit as he crouched, so that the palm thrust would slam against his bandanna and goggles. Good thing the glass on the goggles were reinforced or they would have broken easily. He would feel the pressure and his head blow back slightly from the attack. He would grit his teeth as he sucked up the pain and prepared to dish out some pain.

As he had ducked his head slightly, his left elbow had folded inward, and against his chest. His right arm also folded so that his elbow was ready to strike. His torso had twisted to the right so that the left elbow could apply much needed force and momentum to fulfill the attack he was about to use. Once the boy's attack connected, his boy would shoot back toward the left, that elbow coming around and slamming hard against the boy's right, extended knee. with the sudden strength and force of the blow, it would most-likely cause John's body to rotate to his right slightly. See as John had struck out with his left arm, and his body was now rotating, it would provide a perfect, open location t o strike. Against John's left side ribcage. And to accompany that hard elbow to John's knee, Travis' right elbow would twist as well, and slam against John's left side.

If everything went as planned, Travis would allow his body to apply more pressure and weight, and hopefully knock the poor fool back and away a bit so that he could stand up straight and prepare himself for anything else the boy wanted to come in with. He hoped that this would to plenty of damage, but not put the boy down for good. Travis would be dazed a bit from the thrust he had taken, but he would be fine. He would shake it off and ready himself for the war that was just beginning to spring into action.

[John]

John was slowly beginning to feel the fight, the air rushing him int he face, his blood flowing faster and faster as his heart raced at a pase, that would make the flash look slow. His energies where clashing, his emotions where scattered, he didn't know if he was happy, sad, depressed, excited, it didn't even matter either, he was sucked into this fight, mezmorized to the point of wanting to smash. Becoming the hulk and yelling it out, destroying his apponent. there was no surrounding area, only the ground sky and his apponent, and when he dropped down John's attention was kept on him, his eyes watching for the movements that where to come. The duck, had come, but the palm had still made conection, not how he wanted, but still connection, and as it where, he had thrown the knee still in hopes of getting Travis in the head, but he had sent his elbow in. Now one thing about John you may want to know before thinking about his limits, he is not a traditional Muay Thai fighter, if he sees a chance to attack and it isn't part of Muay Thai he will take it.

His knee was pushed back indeed, and it did sting because hell he just got an elbow to the thigh, but it had helped John in the long run, making him have to twist john took this opertunity to pushed backwards to and land on his right leg, and send his left towards Travis's side. He had to raise his elbow to send the elbow, right? so the side was exposed, but it wasn't just any side shot, he sent it in to ram upward into the armpit. Yet if anything else it would hit his side. Muscle burned on John fromt he previouse encounter with the table, doing this burned with passion and hurt wiht the pain of a thousand needles in his body. But thats what drove him to keep fighting. The mor ehe felt pain the more he knew he was alive in this situation.

For a man who ised Muay Thai you would know that a side kick was not one of the moves you learn in Muay Thai, after the kick would make contact, or not, John would jump back using his right leg this time and pull in his left leg, to keep it from getting grappled. The attack would most likely only do damage as was the norm for attacks like that. Johns leg hurt, and it would most likely catch up with him now, but this whole fight witht he table thing had hurt him, everything on him hurt, and he would most likely be slowing down soon, but John wasn't going to go down, his fight earlier against Aureus, had damaged him already befoere this fight, yet John decided to do it anyways, he knew weither or not he agreed he would end up fighting Travis.

He had this drive to become stronger, it was obviousely there, and it was obviousely not going to let him stop any time in the near future, it was finding out what the drive is thats the hard part, no one knows John, literally. They may have had contact with him, faught him, seen him, but no one knew anything abotu him, some knew he knew Muay Thai, others thought he was a normel person, some thought he knew Free Style fighting. But thats as far as anyone has gotten, they dont know if he is cocky or not, they dont know if he is nice, how he talks to people he likes, how he is on frioendly terms, no friends, no family known about, he was aloner, straight and simple, well partially a loner he hit on girls alot and usuelly had some with him durring lunch.

the clouds had become more frequent, sending more and more shadow soldiers to watch over the battle, the little dusters moving the grass in circular waves, picking up the dead leaves, a plastic bag here and there. It would seem a storm was brewing, but what kind of storm had yet to been decided as this battle had yet to be decided the victor. It was way too simple to end the fight towards someones favor, but how would that proove the stronger, and what motivation would there be to stoop so low as to purposely kill your apponent? There is none, just a simple fact that some people he heard about from a school in New York, some actuelly killed their apponents. He despised people like that, johns red eyes where narrow and focused, seeming to push his own Aura against Travis's.

Both fighters had a good fighters spirit, both had strengths untapped, and uncontrolled, but one thign was for sure, John had already lost himself once today, hopefully it wouldn't happen again. It was a last resort thing, he is called a Berserker. He loses himself to hatred, anger, and the over all will just to hurt his apponent, just to keep attacking until his apponent isn't able too, thats why some say he goes too far, he loses himself fighting them. He hasn't hospitalized anyone yet, but it sure would be soon. If he couldn't keep hold of his anger it could grow to be quite dangerouse. And no one wants to go up against someone known to go over board, do they?