All The Help One Can Get ( Jason/Open )

[Kevala Badoer]

Okay so she had been training with Gabriel, Matrim, David, Mitsukai, Addie, and still she felt as though she was not pushing herself hard enough.

She was going to push herself until she could not go any further and then go on. It was the only way she saw ever being able to one day be able to stand on her own and not need the protection of everyone around her.

Gods knew enough people kept trying to kill her or something along those lines. She was not going to stand by and let that happen to her forever...she had to be stronger and had to protect her kids. It was the only option in her mind.

So, she had racked her brain trying to think of who she could train with now, wanting to be able to gain a view of all different fighting styles. It was the only thing that made sense really. She could learn to fight Gabriel, but if that was the only person she trained with, then she would be at a loss against another opponent.

Right?

Right.

So, she had gone through her phone, eyes going over the long list of names and falling upon one she felt would be a good choice. Sliding open the phone she would dial the number....A little smile on her lips as she left a message.

"Jason, this is Kev. How about a little....spar of sorts? Come on...You know you wanna..Anyways, if so, meet me outside the school later this evening when everyone is gone. I will be waiting."

She had then hung up. That was earlier.

Now, here she stood, the school long since abandoned and the sun starting to set. Yes, it was nice having keys to everything. Gained you access....the legal way.

Dressed in her black workout pants and a form fitting black sweater, she would wait, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail as she let those icy hues scan over the area. Of course Ivan was there...somewhere. But she had no worries of him bugging her or Jason. He was merely there to make sure she did not die. Heh.

Any time now....Or at least she hoped.

[Jason Harris]

Feeling a vibration from his pocket Jason took his phone out, although he was too late. The phone had either sent them to voicemail or they gave up before he was able to answer it. Going though the menus he looked for who had called him. Kelava. Just as he saw her name another message popped up. Apparently she left a voicemail hitting the o.k. button he let his phone dial out so he could head the message.

"Jason, this is Kev. How about a little....spar of sorts? Come on...You know you wanna..Anyways, if so, meet me outside the school later this evening when everyone is gone. I will be waiting."

What was with everyone in this school most people spent their whole life's trying not to fight and everyone here seemed to want to. What could you do though? The answer in this case was wait until later and go to the school.

Later came and everyone should be gone. At least Jason thought so. Being in school longer than he had to wasn't something him or about any kid who could avoid it did. A though came to him as he approached the front of the school though...

"How the heck I'm I going to get in?"

Walking up he pushed the front door open. Well at least it was unlocked. That made the whole getting in thing a lot easier. Moving though it he eventually spotted Kelava. Approaching her Jason spoke.

"Don't tell me this school got you wanted to fight all the time too?"

[Kevala Badoer]

Sure enough, he was there, a smile on her lips as she spotted him. She really did like Jason....always had. Drawing in a deep breath, she would respond to his question, shrugging lightly.

"It is not really the school but the repeated attempts on my life and the lives of my kids."

She sighed. It was the truth.

"Honestly I have no real desire to fight. But I must do what I have to in order to protect those I love."

Those icy hues falling over him as she once more ran her tongue over her lips. Yes, she was not sure this was going to end too well. Only cause she was not that great. Buuuuutttt......either way she would try.

Yeah, she constantly was telling herself she needed to get better. At least then she would always be looking to better herself. It was a good thing........she hoped. Heh.

"Nice to see you again however. So, come on. Lets get this started eh?"

Grinning once more as she spread her feet now, steadying herself and waiting.

[Jason Harris]

An eyebrow would raise as she explained why she wanted to spar. Jason had to admit that was a good enough reason. Heck that was about the first really good one he had heard. All beside the point as of now though. Seeing Kelava take her stance Jason reached up taking his hat off and throwing it to the side. Followed by his hoodie landing on top of it. Now he was just in his jeans and a t shirt. Not ideal fighting cloths, but that is what he was use to.

He wouldn't go into a fighting stance though. He just let one had stay at his side while the other rose and motions for here to come.

"Come on make you're the one with a reason behind this not me."

[Kevala Badoer]

She watched as his hat and stuff went to the side. Okay so yeah....he was still hot. But that was beside the point!

~KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE MATTER AT HAND!!~

~I KNOW I KNOW~

She would then take off toward him, her right first shooting out to attempt and land a hit to his ribs, then the left to the opposite side before throwing an uppercut to the jaw with her right

IF she managed to land any and was not grabbed in some way, she would bounce back and away from him. Though she doubted she would be able to. It never did work out like she hoped it would.

[Jason Harris]

Seeing Kelava come at him Jason raised his hands in order to block. The blow from her right fist was softened by his arm, but the one to the other side managed to slip though. As it collided with his already broken ribs it sent him into pain.

Letting out a scream he moved back in order to dodge the uppercut he saw coming out of the corner of his eye. As he moved back Jason would sent his left fist around her hand and toward her jaw.

Jason could already tell this wasn't going to be fun. He'd have to remember to thank Ryu for the broken ribs next time he saw him.

[Kevala Badoer]

She took the hit to her jaw and would feel her head snap to the side. Though she did not get too off topic in her thoughts. Instead she would lift her leg and extend her leg to try and boot him in the stomach.

If this worked then she assumed he would be sent back. Noting the scream when she went for the rib she would keep that in mind. Knowing it was likely to come in handy.

Her other leg coming up to try and land a roundhouse kick to his face. Yeah...Okay so maybe it would work maybe it would not. But she would just have to wait and see.

[Jason Harris]

No pity for the kid with the broken ribs it seemed, Kelava was back on the attack before he knew what happened. Jason tightened up the muscles just before the foot collided with him. He might of been pushed back as a result of the force, but at least nothing worse happened so he'd be ready for what is next.

Jason saw the roundhouse coming and was able to act accordingly. He'd catch it before it made contact, bringing it into his shoulder and holding it there so she couldn't get away. Moving his foot he'd place it behind her other foot still planted on the ground. Moving his own foot back and trowing his weight the other direction he hope to send them both to the ground, preferably with him on top but grappling is a tricky game. One slight miscalculation and everything gets changed.

[Kevala Badoer]

She landed on the ground with him on top of her, her brow raising. Why did men seem to draw enjoyment of having her on her back?

~I can think of ONE reason.~

~Shut up~

Her first coming up and slamming into his ribs, followed by the other on the opposite side. She just needed to cause enough room for her to be able to get up and move.

A little growl escaping her, though she really did not mind the move, it was the point that she was currently stuck. It SUCKED being so small sometimes!

Almost every man here outweighed her and was so much bigger. But, not all were as mean as she could be.

[Jason Harris]

Jason grunted in pain as Kelava hit his ribs again, not once but twice too. He now regretted showing the pain she caused him earlier as it only made what was already injured a target. It was unfortunate, but it was what it was.

Despite being in pain from the punches Jason would waste no time retaliating. Sending his head downward he'd aim to hit Kelava in the nose. Honestly, right now, he hoped he would break it.

"That freaking hurts!"

It might of been strange for someone to wish another person they cared about pain, but after the third attack on the knowingly injured body Jason entered a state most would call extremely pissed off and for lack of better words he just didn't care right now.

[Kevala Badoer]

She would note the way his head moved and in turn would slam her own forward. Yeah it hurt like hell, but she bet it hurt him to. Then to his words she would grin softly.

"Aw come on Jason. You know I love you."

Her right elbow coming up to attempt to slam into his face before she would bounce back. Shaking her head to clear the fog created from the headbutt. FUCK that hurt.

She knew she was making him mad. But honestly, in any fight there was no taking it easy on your opponent simply because they were injured. You did what you had to do in order to accomplish the win.

She trained with Gabriel Seran. Come on! What did you expect from her?!

[Jason Harris]

Head connect with head. Ouch... to say the least. The impact rattled Jason's brain. He just stood there with a black look on his face. He was disoriented and his vision was blurred. He might not of been able to see the elbow coming, but he sure felt it make contact.

After getting hit with it Jason would move away and create some distance between the two. Feeling something drip down his face reaching up he rubbed his hand across his face bringing it down he look at the inside of his palm to see blood.

"Great..."

Reaching back up he'd feel for the cut, finding it right above his left eye. That would mean he'd have to deal with he blood blocking his eyesight on top of his other problems. It'd be best to act quick in this situation. Do what you could to finish it before it became a factor and Jason knew it.

He charge in, his left hand pulled back as if to send a punch towards Kelava's face. At least he hoped that was what it looked like. Once he got close enough he'd spin backwards in an attempt to backing hand her. He was aiming for he head, although he cold see it while spinning he had a pretty good idea where it would be. Or at least he hoped he did.

[Kevala Badoer]

She took the hit to her face. Her head snapping to the side as she growled softly. Feeling her teeth cut the inside of her cheek as the copper taste of blood filled her mouth.

But she was not one to go down so easy as from a hit like that. Soon her knee came up in an attempt to knee him in the ribs. Not really because that was where he was hurt, but because he left it open for her to do so. She would then bounce back enough to attempt to kick him in the gut, hopefully sending him back.

She could only hope that worked cause yeah, she really did not want him to get too close. Even if she was stronger, she knew that there were ways around it. She just did not want to find them out right now.

[Jason Harris]

The pain went shooting though his body as Kelava returned his attack with one of her own. The pain caused the the knee made his guard to dropped slightly and as a result he didn't have enough time to react the the kick she sent towards his stomach. It both knocked the wind out of him and sent him backwards. At least he'd have a second to catch his breath again.

Standing there Jason had ahold of his ribs with his left hand. His body was somewhat hunched over and his knees were slightly bent. It had to be all to obvious that he was about out of energy. Standing there he felt the blood from his cut trickle down his head, falling to the ground once it reached his chin.

That's all he would do though, stand there hurt and bleeding. There was no reason to waste anymore energy attacking. After all if Kelava wanted to win she'd have to make a move eventually.

[Kevala Badoer]

She did want to win. Not because she held some desire to beat him, she did not like hurting him. He was one of the few people around here that she really did see as her friend.

Even after their little.......thing...heh...

But she would not let him rest for long, taking off toward him, her hands coming out and lacing together over the back of his head, jerking down as her knee came up. Attempting to slam his head into her knee with all the force she could manage.

She could tell he was tiring so she hoped that would be it if it connected. She did not really want to go on making him hurt and bleed that way.