Relaxing (Travis & Specs)

[Travis Delmonte]

The elbow to the knee had been successful, but when he through the elbow toward John's side, he had received a sharp side-kick from the boy. So he didn't only know Muay Thai. Travis could have easily guessed that though, from the first few attacks that this boy had tried to pull. He would take a deep breath as he let himself get knocked back a bit. He could have tried to grapple the boy's leg, even if he attempted to get away and pull back. But he decided that he was not going to go easy on this boy any longer. He was beginning to lose patience. Anger rising slowly but surely.

Temper. Sometimes it was hard for Travis to keep his cool. Sometimes he managed to do it, while other times, he could lose it all. He wasn't one to let himself go down easy either. He would fight untilh is last breath. He would fight for his life, and anyone else that he deemed worthy. Though there wasn't anyone that really deserved that. Travis would grit his teeth, his eyes narrowing as his knee's bent and he leaned foreword slightly. His leg muscles would tense and then he would snap into action. Like a bullet, he would launch himself toward his foe. His right knee would lift and extend straight in front of his body, the air about Travis splitting slightly as he moved. Loose dirt and rocks began to part ways with the ground as Travis moved. His left leg extended behind him slightly, tracing the ground as he flew foreword. He aimed to crash that knee into John's chest as the boy had jumped backwards.

Travis' arms would be held loosely off tot he side. His narrowed eyes carefully waiting for John to make movements. They were like snake locking onto it's prey. Just waiting for the right moment to strike. To crush nd kill his opponent. If that right lunged knee landed, Travis would attempt to drop that leg down fast, his left leg would then lift and send a hard straight kick, heel extended foreword, directly into John's sternum. The force behind such a kick could possibly break something. Though he wasn't necessarily trying to hospitalize this boy, he would do it if he felt he had too.

[John]

John had jumped backwards, but Travis had followed. john hadn't expected this speed, and was nailed right in the chest by a knee. The pain was well placed through his body, the vibration was very interesting. He was thrown back and had little chance of catching him self, but a secong kick came in, and hit him on the sternum. the vibration had deffinitly broken one or two ribs, and flipped him upside down, he used that to his advantage and kicked his feet around to do a backflip. Once he landed his knees buckled and his legs pread apart. His shoulders fell downward and his head was facing down. A shadow fell over hsi eyes, as his white hair covered over. The sun blocked from view, his left arm crossed his body, and his right limp. blood trickling from the right corner of his mouth, then a bright smile showing lots of teeth came to his face.

"Hehehehe. . . hahahahaha. . . HAHAHAHAHA!"

john's head rose up, his eyes no longer red, you couldn't see his eyes, there was just pure white as if his eyes had rolled up into the back of his head. He was unconciouse, but his anger was very conciouse, his last thoughts where to keep fighting, beat Travis, win the fight, thats what kept his body going. from this aspect it wouldn't take much to take him down,b ut thats the thing. Taking him down. He may be blidnly angry, but it didn't matter in this aspect. If he lashed out, enough, amyeb it would prevent Travis from doing much except blocking. But it was up to skill still. John may have gone berserk, but nothing about him had changed. No extra Strength, no extra speed, just relentless feeling to tear his apponent into little pieces.

He launched forward, and got to a point he liked, stomped the ground digging in to about his ankle and lashed out with it, he swung it too far awy to be caught or grabbed, but close enough to lung the dirt and rockes out at Travis, he would then spin on his left leg, and switch off feet durring hte spin now balancing on his right leg, the dirt wall still there, and then send a left side kick aimed for Travis's gut. If that worked John would jump through the dirt that was still probably falling with his right arm reared back, and blatently send a powerful right straight punch towards Travis's face on the left side.

[Travis Delmonte]

"Hehehehe. . . hahahahaha. . . HAHAHAHAHA!"

This kids a fucking animal..

Those odd laughs roared out. And Travis would smile a bit. This kid was not one to give up so easily, even if he knew he was beat. He had taken much damage, yet would push his body and try his hardest to win a battle that couldn't be won by him. No, Travis was very conscious, and he was very ready. This boy had proved that he wasn't normal. That he knew how to push the boundaries a bit. Something Travis liked a lot. It was just too bad he was out to destroy the gangs. Whatever. Travis would just have to put him down for the time being.

And then he moved. Travis would lift his hands up a bit, but he wouldn't really do much with them at the moment. He would simply wait to see exactly what John had in store for him. And once he saw the boy dig his foot into the ground, he would catch an drift of the boy's plan. But he wasn't exactly sure what to do. And if he attempted to block the dirt with his arm, he'd leave himself wide-open. But wait! There was something on Travis' head that would work perfectly to block t he dirt from getting in Travis' eyes! The goggles! And with that in mind, Travis' right hand would lift and he'd stretch the goggles slightly and then drop them down over his eyes. The world would darken, but only slightly, as the tinted goggles were set in place.

And then John's kick would break through the dirt 'wall' and Travis knew he didn't have all that much time to react. So instead of attempting to dodge completely, Travis would sacrifice his left arm, in attempt to block the blow coming his way. His knees would bend and situate themselves, bracing his body for the impact that would soon be felt. Travis' forearm would soon feel the pressure of John's kick slam against it. No audible crack or sound, other then that of body on body contact, but there was still a little numbing pain.

And Travis sensed that there was more to this attack. And since he was already crouched, he would simply twist his body, bringing his right leg around fast and low, aimed to clip the boy's other leg at his ankle and knock it from under him. That would hopefully null any other attacks the boy had in mind, and maybe even end the fight.