From quiet thief to warmonger?

[Quan Tian Meng]

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It had been a long time. Quite awhile actually since Quan had seriously fought anyone or at least fought them to the end. Yeah, most of the time he didn't fight and even when he did fight it was mainly to the point where he could make an opening and then get away. Now however he was was fighting until the bitter end. Well, no that was kind of misleading. No he was not fighting to the death but rather he was fighting to the usual school end. To the knockout mainly, or uncle. Whatever really. Quan was just looking for a good fight. A fight to learn and a fight to grow. He was trying to get stronger. A lot stronger. He needed to, had to. His rival wasn't going to wait around. He was already strong no doubt, he had to be. And Quan was certain he was getting stronger every day. Quan knew that he was behind. He knew that playing catch up had to happen. Serious catchup.

This was fight number seven right here. Fight number seven this week actually. To tell the truth it was only tuesday. Yeah, Quan had skipped the vast majority of his classes on monday and today was looking to be more of the same. He fought vigorously with somewhat of a subtle desperation. If he was supposed to be here then Quan honestly had no idea when he would be seeing him. He could show up after this fight for all Quan knew and he needed to be ready. As it stood he was no where near that.

But Quan shook the thought from his mind. He knew that he had to have his mind clear for these things. A clouded mind meant that he would loose. He needed to give the fight his full concentration. He ducked under the kid's hook, spotting it relatively easily.

He had noticed that over the course of the past few fights that he had a few natural talents. He could spot moves from his opponent;'s fairly easily. That was good, it meant that he could get out of the way. If he never got hit then there was no way that he could lose right? Second he had noticed that he was fairly good with countering and fairly "technical" stuff. He rose up from the hook dodge with a rising uppercut, having no particular form, to the kid's nose.

Things to work on.

A little blood came from the kid's nose, he was starting to get hurt it would seem. Power seemed to be lacking. Quan could usually connect his attacks if he countered but he didn't seem to be able to give them the "umph" required. That could be a problem. He knew that if he wanted to have any chance of beating him then he had to fix that. He didn't know how though. Lifting weights seemed like a step in the right direction but he didn't feel he was that weak. No he wasn't saying he was super buff or anything he just felt like there was a way to get more bang for his buck. A "straightish" punch cam Quan's way. He saw it and his arms made it up to intecept, just in time.

Two, speed.

His arms tinged with a slight pain. He had been blocking with his forearms a lot lately. He knew that there were ways to get around these attacks. He had seen them coming but many times he was too slow to move fully. He grinned at his block thinking, 'it doesn't matter that I can see it if I can't move.' Though at the same time he admitted that there was probably some other way to counter the shot if he had more experience. The kid was on the attack again.

Right as if it were clockwork that massive right came again. This time Quan tried something new. As the kid came forward Quan had punched for his chin, predicting that the kid would in fact show that punch and that his forward movement would make his weight work against him. Quan's face registered with some surprise as the kid toppled over. That had worked. Quan had felt it too. Unknowingly he had stumbled across the "counter-punch", great find. Quan chuckled too. That brought him to number three on his to do list, Stamina. He gave a few quick pants. He had worked up a sweat. Another "accidental" bumping into a bully fight complete. That made seven and o. Not bad but these guys had been chumps and Quan knew it.

'Have to find others...' the thought registered as he took the money out of the kids wallet, pocketing it...

OOC: maybe its a fight thread, maybe its not, whatevs.

[Hall]

Wonderful timing. All Hall wanted was to use the restroom, but when he got there he noticed a small crowd down the hall. Like any high school student would be, he was intrigued. He arrived just in time to watch the finish of the fight that was occurring between two kids. One was your average punk. He was strong and big and ugly, but absolutely nothing special. The other was different. Not so much in body type and strength, though he was less bulky and faster, but he had a certain presence to him. It was strong enough to alert Hall to the fact that there was no way that the bully was going to come out of this as the winner. Then, as if to prove his theory, a swift uppercut to the bully's nose sent several drops of blood to spew out from the wound. Despite the ongoing offense, the second contender had already won. One more nimble punch to the bully's chin, and he was down. The five or so others that had been watching started to disperse, and as Hall started to turn away as well, he shot the victor a glance that was so full of challenge it was impossible to miss. He wasn't sure why, but Hall felt like he needed a challenge, and this kid seemed like the type who would be jun to fight against. He saw a bit of his style, and was really just hoping that they would have a chance at each other.

"Yo! What the Fuck you doing to George!?"

A lot happened at once, for the same moment that he had sent the challenge through his eyes, three kids that hadn't seen the fight saw the winner of the encounter pocket the bully's, who was also apparently their friend, wallet, which was entirely fair, according to Hall.

And here I thought today was gonna be a wash.

But before He entered the fray of the inevitable battle that was lain out before him, he remembered that he has been meaning to not make a scene of himself; the more of a shadow he was, the better. he would watch from a distance at first, to see if he was truly necessary in this conflict.

[Quan Tian Meng]

He didn't miss it. Not by a long shot. His eyes constantly roving to and from, alert for additional threats. Yeah, he saw the look of challenge. Not an arrogant boast but a bidding. A call to combat. He was trying to get Quan to fight. He wasn't exactly sure why but the way he held himself was not out of a desire to show superiority. Confidence was the word for it. Whether it was founded or was just plain arrogance, that was yet to be seen. Quan only knew one thing at this point. He wanted to fight the kid. He had to be stronger then the kid. Quan returned his challenge with a grin and a wink.

He accepted.

"Yo! What the Fuck you doing to George!?"

Oh, well this. This certainly was a problem now wasn't it? There were three of them. At this point Quan was getting rather certain that this would be troublesome more then a growing experience. Sure fighting against numbers would probably important but the only real battle he cared about was a one on one. A real challenge. A chance to grow. Something that the other kid could deliver. As much as he wanted to get out of there instead of diffusing the situation with words he couldn't help himself, "Well isn't it obvious? I'm collecting the spoils."

He took the money, as little as it was and put it into his pocket and grinned. None to happy the three started to close in. Quan said out loud to no one in particular, but he knew who he was, "I don't in particular find this guys to tough but I would like to move on to greener fields."

The three were instantly insulted. Even three on one they were angered to the point where they might as well have been one. A note for next time. The three surrounded him, getting close to intimidate him. Good, Quan had an idea. Wasn't too sure if it was going to work but the pay out would be rather enormous if it did. The plan?

Quan caved in to the kid's threats. He dropped to his knees, almost going into the fetal position, muttering "scared", "I'm sorry, that was stupid, stupid. P-p-please."

Okay, enough of this shit.

"GET LOST!"

He rose up as they had drawn closer to him, surrounding him in a semi circle. His right and left fist he drove, into the two flanking kids crotches, respectively. He continued to rise increasing in the power to the two nut shots but letting his arms dangle when he could no longer hold the weight. He did this because he wanted to keep going. In much of a missile fashion he sent his head into the jaw of the kid who had been in front of him. Surprisingly effective. All three crashed to the ground either unconscious or in pain. As Quan looked at them he gave a surprised exclamation, "I didn't think that would actually work."

Note for next time. By this point the other kid should have figured out that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, learning as he went. It seemed to work for him surprisingly well to.

So far...