Where?!

[Krane Asiv]

Today was not a good day.

A flash to a figure walking into the front gate of the school wearing armor on his right arm, covering the back of hsi hand, while the front only showed a few straps, his forearm covered a round elbow pad with a rounded end kept it guarded, his bicep and tricep where covered, and his shoulder was covered along with a protruding face guard extended slightly, but enough where he could look over it.

Then a flash to a few students standing outside the door mingling. Talking about nothing. Little did they know a Sudekiw as on the march, in full gear.

Flash back to the figure reaching behind him to pull out a small metal rod barely longer than his fist.

"Power pole extend."

Apon command the pole would extend on both sides giving him a five foot pole. The students standing outside the door, being 259 students noticed this and immediately all fell into combat stances, dropping their books and preparing to defend themselves.

The Sudeki would smile, as he would charge the flash would go inside to students at their lockers preparing for the day, then back outside a student being hit by the pole, then back inside the scuffle barely even generating concern inside. Flash back a student gets kicked and dropped, flash inside people are laughing and enjoying themselves. Flash back outside and the last student is hurled away. finally the body flies through the front doors.

Everything falls silent. The red armor apon his arm as he slowly stalks inside.

"Where is Kevala?"

The boy continues hsi walk, a small bit of blood dripping from his chin, one of them had a descent Qi and was able to cut open a lasceration on his forehead. Nothing seriouse.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel leaned back in his chair having heard the muffled cries of a great many students. However if this was a riot he was less than interested in it. He'd decided to stay out of matters dealing with school titles and politics surrounding belligerent kids. He was beginning to see this much as Victor had, it was all just stupid, High school cause these problems really matter.

Crimson hues dashed outside catching the young Mr. Spike Sudeki out at battle, fully prepared to shed some unnecessary blood. Though the interesting thought came of whether a second round with the boy would prove to be greatly appealing. The last round they'd crossed it was a fairly descent battle and Gabriel could swear the boy would grow out much like his father far more powerful than imagination.

Standing to exit the pavilion he dropped down to the level Spike was on without harm. The subtle burn from the drop catching at his heels as a quick survey checked him over. Minor injuries, though a fairly impressive entrance.

"Where is Kevala?"

A small flinch in the corner of Gabriel's eye noting the focused gaze of blood lust. A sudden flashback swept him up to about three months ago when Gabriel stood in the household of Bass. The blood curling rage at the man for having taken his Reira. This was an act of fury, nothing could stop the boy even if Gabriel had wanted to.

"Spike.... I think I may have an idea."

Gabriel turned to pull loose his phone dialing in the numbers rapidly. He'd have Ivan on the phone in seconds.

"Pick up damn you!"

[Krane Asiv]

Spike turned his head to look at Gabriel, Spike however never dropped any guard his motions perfectly trained and perfected. This may have been forced on him, but the son of the strongest Sudeki to have lived would be no less. In his left hand a five foot pole, his right arm completely guarded with armor, both easily used for defence and assault. There was only one small opening at his right side below the right knee, but that could easily be covered by motion.

"Good."

All Spike had to say in the matter. At least he didn't have to injure too many people. Or get too injured in the process of finding answers. It was better this way too. Spike would find who dare to mess with someone under the protection of the Sudeki Clan. Whoever it was is lucky Spike had not gone to one of the others for help. This at the moment was a matter of pride.

[Gabriel Seran]

"Yes Lord Seran?"

Gabriel breathed heavily engaging in a harsh snarl at his associate. A tight embrace of his grip strangling the phone in desperation to get his message through.

"Ivan, where is Kevala?" He shot a hoarse breath through the speaker.

"Lord we lost contact with her just a short while ago it would seem as though we do have a confirmation on a location where some suspicious characters were seen."

A snarl rose up in his throat nearly crushing the phone as he was given instructions where it'd been. The character being a distinguishable hoard, his corroding image all too familiar in Gabriel's mind. Arthur.

"K'mon we have to hurry!" Gabriel shouted to Spike despite him being just a few inches away.

Breaking out into a furiously quick sprint Gabriel would tear off to the parking lot lunging behind the wheel of his brand new Ford Mustang. It's blue and black streaked features being the talk of those around him. Not a second to waste as he'd let Spike in before tearing off down and out of the better part of long beach heading to the rundown shanty houses without care for the law or pedestrians.

"We don't have much time I need you to go interrogate people to where Arthur is hiding!" Gabriel would say shortly before skidding into the sidewalk surely damaging his breaks as he lunged out grabbing a pair of people by their collars asking them if they'd seen a corpse like figure roaming the streets. They didn't have much time.

[Krane Asiv]

Spike didn't wait for the car to stop, pulling himself out the window and planting his feet against the door using the door to hold himself there with his left arm, the car would come to a screeching halt letting go and jumping off the door he would launch himself at a group of five, both arms extended for a double close line, holding his right arm out with the power pole it would extend hitting two more shocked individuals in the chin, before Spike would lunge forward with his left hand grasping the last by the neck and slaming him against a wall tightening his grip as he lifted before speaking.

"Where is the corpse?!"

Spike remembered Arthur, his dad had told him of the boy he trained and failed to train properly. How many times did Leon and have to spare the boys life. Spike would have none of it. If it came down to it he would do what his father could not and finish the boy.

Lightening his grip enough for the person to speak they would get information both useful and useless, but it would be enough to find where they went. Spike would get all the information this one knew before reaching back with his right arm covered in the red armor before slamming it forward into the person face, the wall behind him giving way crumbling ontop of the person that was slammed through it by the face.

"Lets move."

Spike would get back in the car. Waiting...