Forcing The Forbidden

[Krane Asiv]

Oh yeah, well lets back track.

See this mornign wasnt so bad. Some guys here and there trying to pick a fight, Spike blew em off though, wasnt in him today. Yet there where always the ones who didn't care. You see he had been chased for a majority of the time. He had weeved, ducked, jumped, hell he dived into the library even to get away. But they had cornered him.

"Your going to fight us!"

~Arrogant punk.~

Spike's left hand drifted slowly over to the bandages on his right hand, as his eyes watched the guys that had surrounded him. his fingers made contact with the bandages.

~"Spike... I dont want you using that technique... Not until we understand it more."~

"Shit."

Spike was stuck in a bad place here. There where too many for him to take alone, and he would be forced into using what hsi dad told him was forbidden. They closed in, it was now or never.

[Mitsuki Park]

Though no longer School Captain, Mitsuki still broke up fights for the hell of it. It was a hard habit to break, and she could not find herself simply watching from the sidelines as students keeled over from assaults. So when Mitsuki saw that, in the library of all places, a student was being picked on, she would step forward. Not because he was out numbered, but because this was a library. They were obstructing other students from studying by being horrible distractions, and the librarians, who are normally very quiet people, did not seem like the type to get into fights. So, she grabbed a notebook - one that hasn't been used - and flung it towards one of the guys. By the time he turned around, he would be met with a solid punch to the face.

"Leave, or you will be forced to," she spoke.

[Krane Asiv]

Once he heard the flapping of paper, Spike dropped into a low fighting stance prepared for what was to come, namely. Book back of dudes head, turn, WHUMPH! Right in the face. Awesome. Spike did his best not to laugh, smile, or chuckle. Knowing that would prolly piss them off. They all seemd to be getting weary now. Ex-Captains tend to do that to people. They all made they're comments and left. Spike simply reached up and made a quick swipe of his forehead. Dropping his hand back down. Dark purple tank top, tucked into loosely fit black cargo pants.

Spike was pretty average in every way shape and form. From hair and eye color to build. This female though, his alot. Spike was of course taught by his dad on how to read people, and this chick wasnt hiding things obviousely. She didn't cover her skin up from head to toe, but she didn't reveal anything either. Things about this female where better left just that.

Spike would throw up a thumbs up to Mitsuki with a shy smile to let her know he was grateful.