Post by John on Sept 30, 2006 15:18:45 GMT -8
In The Cafeteria
"Ha!" "Errh!"
Two fists collided as a boy wityh platnum hair, red eyes, tan skin, and an all white out fit - white muscle shirt, white ripped bottom karate pants, white shoes. - and a boy with a more scattered aray of clothing, but had blue hair, and green eyes. He wore a jean jacket, black shirt, and blue jeans, with boots. the two boys bounced back off each others fists, sliding. The other boys pinky had broekn fromt he impact but nothing else. The faced off again. The blue haired boys eyes trailed to the other students, then he charged at the silver haired boy.
He jumped at him raising a knee, the silver haired boy stepped forward with his right leg, then brought his left forward behind the right one, and then with such force he sent his right leg sailing up into his own side, then fully extending with power into the flying boys jaw. He was sent up, going flat against the roof, it began to crack as he bounced off the roof and back to the floor.
The boy with red eyes decided that would of ended it there, but you see, the blue haired boy had friends, and with each punk that thought he had the better odds was because of how many friends he had. People like him based their strength on their odds, which is probably why he was so cocky in this fight. How did the red eyed boy know there where friends, well maybe it had to do with the palm now digging into his back. The boy rolled and got to his knee from the roll and looked to see two people, one keeping his palm out to show he was the one that did it, the other just standing there.
John whipped the blood from hsi mouth, heavy breathing. He was being ganged up on? Jumped from behind? The dishonor. The anger.
John hoped up and charged forward, a scream heard as his feet left the ground, the boy who had his palm out pulled it back and tried to get out of the way, but John had pulled back his legs already in the air putting his knees to his chest, the once close enough extended them into a drop kick which hit him into his body, and the two of them against a wall. After that john leaped at them crushing both of their heads between his fore arm close to the bulk of his elbows and the wall. But that wasn't enough, as they made an indent in the wall, and then tried to slide down, John pounded them back into the wall with his fists, again, and again, and again, he didn't seem like he would stop.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA~!"
Blood had splattered along the wall, the floor, his hands and face. He finally finished these two not gonna look pretty for a very long time. He stood up and was breathing rather hard, he was slumped over, but by no means calmed down. Steam seemed to come from his mouth as he breathed.
((OoC: Sorry about the size, its been a while since I've beat down NPC's.))
"Ha!" "Errh!"
Two fists collided as a boy wityh platnum hair, red eyes, tan skin, and an all white out fit - white muscle shirt, white ripped bottom karate pants, white shoes. - and a boy with a more scattered aray of clothing, but had blue hair, and green eyes. He wore a jean jacket, black shirt, and blue jeans, with boots. the two boys bounced back off each others fists, sliding. The other boys pinky had broekn fromt he impact but nothing else. The faced off again. The blue haired boys eyes trailed to the other students, then he charged at the silver haired boy.
He jumped at him raising a knee, the silver haired boy stepped forward with his right leg, then brought his left forward behind the right one, and then with such force he sent his right leg sailing up into his own side, then fully extending with power into the flying boys jaw. He was sent up, going flat against the roof, it began to crack as he bounced off the roof and back to the floor.
The boy with red eyes decided that would of ended it there, but you see, the blue haired boy had friends, and with each punk that thought he had the better odds was because of how many friends he had. People like him based their strength on their odds, which is probably why he was so cocky in this fight. How did the red eyed boy know there where friends, well maybe it had to do with the palm now digging into his back. The boy rolled and got to his knee from the roll and looked to see two people, one keeping his palm out to show he was the one that did it, the other just standing there.
John whipped the blood from hsi mouth, heavy breathing. He was being ganged up on? Jumped from behind? The dishonor. The anger.
John hoped up and charged forward, a scream heard as his feet left the ground, the boy who had his palm out pulled it back and tried to get out of the way, but John had pulled back his legs already in the air putting his knees to his chest, the once close enough extended them into a drop kick which hit him into his body, and the two of them against a wall. After that john leaped at them crushing both of their heads between his fore arm close to the bulk of his elbows and the wall. But that wasn't enough, as they made an indent in the wall, and then tried to slide down, John pounded them back into the wall with his fists, again, and again, and again, he didn't seem like he would stop.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA~!"
Blood had splattered along the wall, the floor, his hands and face. He finally finished these two not gonna look pretty for a very long time. He stood up and was breathing rather hard, he was slumped over, but by no means calmed down. Steam seemed to come from his mouth as he breathed.
((OoC: Sorry about the size, its been a while since I've beat down NPC's.))
