It's time

[icywhite]

((OOC: Sorry I didn't even see the post somehow... anyway I'll post now >.>))

Ryan's plan didn't work at all, to much time to dodge it. He just threw his weight over to make himself slide on his belly. Once he had done that he put his hands on the ground and started to push himself up at the halfway point he slid his foot under him and use it to get up the rest of the way.

Once up he saw the boy staring at him he stared right back into his eyes... eyes, the teller of truth... and the truth was the this boy wasn't scared, it seemed like he lived to fight. All that aside Ryan wasn't going to take crap form anyone, he would admit being wrong and he was this time. He knew he shouldn't of been such a jerk, eventhough that was true he still shouldn't have been approached in that way, commanding someone to do something. All that aside it was the here and now he needed to worry about.

Ryan moved his head to left and then the right cracking it and looked strait at the boy. Ryan didn't say anything he just put his hand in front of him and motioned for the boy to attack.

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis would roll his eyes slightly. The boy just didn't seem to have it in him to attack again after Travis' last counter. Whatever. Travis wasn't afraid to attack, and he would prove that now. He would lean foreword and launch himself toward the boy. Speed, he had plenty of it, and he would use it to the best of his ability here. His final step would be a right, his left leg would bullet foreword with a straight and strong front kick, aimed to slam against the boy's right knee.

If the boy attempted to counter it, stopping it fully would most likely need both the boy's arms. If he used them both, he would swing his right arm hard and fast, his tightened fist would slam against the left side of the boy's head. His left arm would follow up with the same kind of attack, just to the opposite side of his head.

Now if the boy didn't block that straight kick, Travis' heel would connect with the boy's kneecap, and with the strength and the momentum he had built in his run, it would quite possible he could shatter it, or at least dislocate it. Now it was time to see just how quick his opponent could react.

[icywhite]

As soon as the boy started to run Ryan made his move. He took a half step forward and jumped. Once airborne Ryan brought his knees up a bit and started to spin to his left. Toward the end of his spin Ryan would send a kick strait to the boy's neck. Hit or miss he would land with his guard up, hopefully able to counter anything that might come his way.

((OOC: Really bad post, I haven't felt like doing fight threads reticently, sorry >.>))

[Travis Delmonte]

Travis wasn't dumb. It was not as if he ran at his opponent with his eyes closed. And When his opponent had began to move, and then jumped. He found this to be a golden opertunity to take advantage of. The boy had jumped into the air. Once in the air, there was almost no way that he could manipulate his momentum, or change direction easily. The best part about this? He had attempted to kick too!. This would give Travis the perfect lever he would need to pull off his next attack.

He would use his eyes to scan the general location. And with a smile he would begin to perform this attack. As the boy had jumped, Travis would have slowed himself down a bit, and sidestepped so that when the boy kicked, his kick would pass in front of Travis. That is when Travis' arms would snap foreward. He would then grip the boy's leg, muscles would begin to tense and he would perform the next partof this attack.

His feet would be planted hard against the floor. He would use his upperbody strength to begin to whip the boy around in a wide arc, his legs pivoting as he allow himself to spin with the boy, arms still gripping his leg as he inched them closer to the lockers. He would not release the boy as he swung him directly into the steel lockers. He would hold his leg and make sure the boy hit those lockers as hard as he could.

Now this would all happen fast. Travis definitely had the speed to pull that off, and since the boy was in the air, the attack had a huge chance of being pulled off successfully. If it landed, it could very well end the fight. And ontop of that, there would be a few less lockers for students to used, seeing as they would prtty much be trashed once Ryan was sent into them.

(OOC: Whatever. I know how that is.)

[icywhite]

Ryan's attack wasn't gonna work. And the worse part about it is that he couldn't do a thing to stop the counter he was in. Ryan was thrown around like he was nothing right into the lockers. The lockers dented as he went into them, somewhat in his shape.

Ryan would then hit the ground. He wasn't in any condition to keep fighting, but his pride wouldn't let him stay down. He slowly stood up his body pressed against the lockers, his eyes staring right into the boys.

"You son of a bitch..."

Ryan then pressed off of the lockers with his hands and through a half-hearted right hook. It wasn't a good idea to keep fighting, but did he care? No. He would keep going until he couldn't fight anymore.

[Travis Delmonte]

"You son of a bitch..."

"Hmph."

The grab and big swing were successful, and Travis' eyes lit up as there was a slam of the boy against the metal rang out. The lockers were dented, and that only made Travis happier as his opponent dropped against the ground. And once he got to his feet and began to step toward Travis, He would simply back step as he threw his right hook. It would pass by, and Travis would take this opening, as the boy's right side would now be left un-guarded. Travis' left foot would lift and he would aim to plunge it directly into his opponent right side ribs. Steel-toed boots would definitely not feel good there. He doubted this kid would get up to fight anymore.

[icywhite]

Of course his attack had missed. It wasn't going to hit and even Kenneth knew it. It was just his stupid pride and will to win that keep him going. Not the best things to have at times like this.

As Kenneth's punch felled like everyone there knew it would he got a nice kick right in the ribs. Not the best thing to feel. Kenneth was knocked to the ground from the kick. That kick took what little energy he had left to fight out of him. He still wanted to fight, but just couldn't.

Kenneth managed to sit up on his knees. He had his left hand across his body holding his ribs, his head barely up with his own eyes glued to the boy's. He didn't plan on doing anything, ,he couldn't even if he wanted to. The rest of this fight was in the boy's hands, what ever he decided to do was how this was going to end.

[Travis Delmonte]

As he predicted, his kick had landed with a nice, satisfying thud against the boy's ribs and sent him back onto the ground. Travis would stay silent as he continue to watch the boy as he pushed himself up onto his knees. If the boy attempted to fight again, Travis would surely not hold back at all. But no, the kid didn't make any further attempts to attack him. Or to even get to his feet. It seemed he was drained. Travis could understand that, he guessed. But to him, the fight wasn't over yet. He had warned the boy at the beginning.

"Don't wade too deep into the water, my friend. You might drown. I warned you.."

He would continue to stare at the boy for a few more seconds, and then he would give one more attack. A single kick. He would lift his right foot and aim to slam it into the boy's chin. If it hit, he'd be out cold, most-likely. And that would be the end. Another fight. Another victory. Travis would simply turn away, and walk.

[icywhite]

"Don't wade too deep into the water, my friend. You might drown. I warned you.."

Kenneth was done, but he had to say it. He just had to piss him off again. As the boy charge to kick Kenneth, he just fell back. Once his back hit the ground Kenneth would let the kick go over him, which would reveal a certain area that shouldn't be hit. Kenneth would use what little energy he had gained from his sudden anger to throw a punch with his right hand strait to the boy's groin. No need to say what it will do, it wasn't a smart move on Kenneth's part, but since when had anything he had done been smart?

((OOC: Had to, just do what you want.))