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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 12, 2010 21:48:01 GMT -8
Wow, what a shitty school for me to have picked....
Vincent strode nonchalantly through the school, a small single strap pack slung over his shoulder as he meandered toward the first class or whatever of the day, watching everything happening around him. Apparently, everyone here was obsessed with fighting, as that was what everyone seemed to be up to throughout the sprawling campus. Various little isolated brawls here or there, varying in the intensity of the violence. Not a single teacher or proctor in sight. It was all just one huge clusterfuck of people doing whatever.
The few who weren't embroiled in some sort of bedlam didn't even really think much of all the chaos that was taking place. A few were openly doing drugs out in the open. Well, in a way it made sense to try and keep as many of these idiots isolated from the rest of society as possible, and hope that most of them would kill eachother. Well, after a while Vincent would tire of this place, but for now he was gladly affirmed in his belief that no one would bother to come looking for him in this place.
Just before he made it to the door into the building he was headed, Vincent was stopped by about five burly looking bros, their intent rather obvious.
"Hola", Vincent said rather absent-mindedly, a friendly grin plastered on his face.
The fat one in front of him stepped forward, a faint but palpable aura of BO waffing off of him.
"Gimme yer munny, grub," the loser grunted, his bad breath steaming back out at Vincent like a dragon breathing fire.
"Don't have any. I'm just a poor starving student," Vincent replied. "'Scuse me."
He got pushed back by the BO monster, and his friends started surrounding him. Vincent took a couple steps back. "Don't make me kick your teeth in, faggot," the fat kid growled menacingly.
Vincent merely stared back blandly.
"Come back with a couple more guys, then maybe your odds will even out. Until then, you can get your lardass out of my way. Have a good afternoon."
Vincent grinned, then tapped the kid on the cheek with the back of his hand before walking past him. Just after taking a couple steps, Vincent could hear the bully about to swing.
That did the trick.
Vincent easily ducked the clumsy horizontal swing of the bully, twisted around and jabbed his elbow right into the loser's throat. Not quite hard enough to crush his larynx and kill him, but enough to knock the thug on his ass, leaving him grasping at his throat and choking from the blow.
Before the guy on his left could react, Vincent went down low and swept out his leg, tripping him and another of the gang-banger wannabes.
The two others charged him head on, the closest one attempting to punch him from the left. Vincent easily blocked the weak attempt with his left arm and cut out with a right uppercut under the jaw. It connected perfectly, sending the thug's head flying back as he crumpled back to the ground in a heap.
His buddy didn't even get that close before he was met with a high kick to the chest, laying him low as well.
Just as the other two punks were getting up from being tripped, Vincent decided to deal with them swiftly as well. The first one got a hard knee to the face just as he was finding his feet, leaving him flat on his back.
The last one tried to throw one last punch, which was easily grabbed by Vincent's left hand. Yanking the thug forward, Vincent lifted his right elbow and then brought it crashing down on the punk's arm, breaking it. Ignoring the poor loser's screaming in pain, Vincent placed a knee down on his victims' chest before talking down at him.
"You wasted my time. I think I deserve to be compensated accordingly."
Vincent started searching the boy's pockets, finding nothing but an empty pack of cigs and someone else's wallet, until....
"I think I'll just take this," Vincent said cheerfully as he flicked the switch on the pocket-knife he found, the blade suddenly protracted from the small hilt. "After all, you could hurt yourself with a blade this sharp. Kind of like this."
Vincent slashed the blade across the punk's face, leaving a gash mark that would stay for a long while. The punk cried out again in pain. Vincent was confident he got the message.
"Hmph. I wonder if everyone in this school is as pathetic as you."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 12, 2010 21:55:01 GMT -8
Gabriel watched from the sidelines, twas a passing hobby of his to do so, watch the ever growing talent that had arisen from his school of origin, they always seemed to ascend the most. And at a rate faster than he was ever able to. It took him two years to get to where he was now and still these kids kept growing, faster than ever. A curious glimpse as to the means used by this player of sorts. The stand out ego of his seemed notable above all else, his attire second but of course Gabriel saw more than face value of a man, it was only respectable till they went disrespecting him, thats when he grew angry.
"Quite the violent fucker aren't you?"
Gabriel laughed from across the narrow sidewalk.
"Best we put that grace in fighting to good use..."
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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 13, 2010 0:04:18 GMT -8
"Quite the violent fucker aren't you?"
Vincent looked up from what he was doing at the sound of a newcomer addressing him, with what he perceived to be the slightest air of condescencion. It was at this most Vincent shrewdly assessed this new individual.
He was...different from everyone else, that Vincent could be sure of. He didn't have the look of some sort of druggie or juvenile. If anything, he had a strong sort of sense of purpose and strength surrounding him. He appeared quite well-dressed, and on his face was a sort of self-assuredness and charisma not typically seen in someone only a few years older than Vincent. Also, he looked like he knew how to fight. Vincent could tell, it was the way the older boy was built, like a boxer.
"Best we put that grace in fighting to good use..."
Vincent stepped off from kneeling on the earlier defeated adversary, having lost his already mild interest in him. He smoothly flicked the blade of the pocket-knife back into its hilt and pocketed it, though he was quite prepared to use it if necessary.
Vincent merely raised an eyebrow in response.
"You a recruiter for the school pep squad? Sorry, but I already have some prior obligations. But thanks for the offer."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 13, 2010 0:16:51 GMT -8
Gabriel laughed quite absurdly, he wouldn't be caught dead being a pep rally advisor or anything of the sort, that was more of Sara's current position despite the fact most everyone Gabriel had spoken with disliked the current hierarchy more so than ever before. Sure it'd be an easy step to topple them, little effort at all at his current level but then again he had bigger fish to fry at this point and time. Leon for starters was above his other interests. His superior or so it'd once been, Gabriel was doubting the man's abilities as far as Dragons went, or perhaps this was the lapse in their last fights. Gabriel wanted to show him the reasoning behind all this. Dragons don't bow, they command by force when necessary.
"Not quite, I field the likes of a different sort..." Gabriel played his words carefully as to not trip himself up.
"I am however a skilled warrior much like yourself, I'd like to see you put that to the test... See if you're cut out for this place perhaps."
A faint glimmering grin acknowledging some abilities Gabriel had noted on in the last fight. A definite affinity towards speed, along with a keen focus. it'd be careful not to get too head strong and loose sight of the battle with this one.
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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 13, 2010 10:31:36 GMT -8
Vincent cocked his head slightly, bemused. "Is that all anyone cares about around here....fighting?"
Secretly though, he wondered what type of fighter this individual was. Would he be all talk or someone much more formidable than the trolls he'd just dealt with? Vincent was up to the challenge. Even though no doubt this could easily be someone five times better than he was, Vincent had never yet met anyone who could best him in a fistfight, so he figured his odds were about as good as any. If only he knew.
Setting his pack gently on a bench off to the side, Vincent stepped off the concrete steps leading into the building and onto a more large patch of dirt. He was positioned a small distance away from the challenger, where he wanted to be.
"Alright. If it's a fight you're looking for, I'll bite."
Vincent dropped into a fighting stance, one of many suited for defense. Vincent ground his left foot into the dirt. He smiled lightly at the new opponent.
"Come and get me."
However, Vincent would be the one to make the first move. As soon as his opponent stepped close enough, Vincent would kick the dirt into his opponent's face before he could attack. Vincent would come in low with an uppercut to the rib-cage; an approach that would be difficult to anticipate followed immediately with a quick right hook to the opponent's left cheek before immediately feinting back a few steps to prepare for the counter-attack.
If the enemy grabbed one of his punches, Vincent would sweep his leg out to trip him, or at least get him to disengage.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 13, 2010 10:42:24 GMT -8
Gabriel had a confident smile but there was evidently a crucial thing he'd left out in this boy. However new he was there was a common quirk that was displayed, an affectionate plausibility of his tactics as opposed to his own brute strength. Perhaps given time for the boy to train he'd be a marvel to come to arms with which is what Gabriel indeed had in mind.
"By all means." He'd say with a cunning glare.
His body shooting forward across the brief plane they'd been divided across thinking not to focus on the incoming sand attack that struck his eyes only capable of blocking some of it however the small particles seeking ways between his guard and striking his vision. In one capable move the boy had paralyzed Gabriel's movement for a spot and disabled his vision at least for enough time for himself to re-adequate himself with normalcy.
Using palms to clear his vision which in his own view was most important Gabriel was unable to foresee or block the two attacks, though while fierce and powerful were not the most damaging things regardless his strikes pushed Gabriel back on his heels and jerked his head asunder from the quick forced blows. Still unable to comprehend direction Gabriel relied on another sense of his. Blind luck. Dropping his weight into his hips Gabriel would fire a left swiping kick aimed at what would be thought to be the boy's lower rib cage, maybe the force would break him down maybe it'd miss entirely.
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Totale: 2
x0.8
Strength: 120
Dexterity: 44
Constitution: 85
Intelligence: 154
Wisdom: 139
Charisma: 98
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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 13, 2010 22:45:03 GMT -8
Vincent eyes shined with a predatory satisfaction as his dirty play worked out for him, enabling him to land two well-placed strikes on the more senior student and sending him reeling back. He appeared to still be temporarily blinded from the sand in his eyes, and Vincent wasn't one to pass upon an open window of opportunity to close the fight pre-eminently.
Perhaps you aren't as tough as you look...
Just as Vincent was about to close in for the knock-out blow, the opponent swung out his left leg with a very heavy kick. Vincent weaved barely out of the way, the blow really only not hitting him because the older boy hadn't apparently been able to properly aim the attack. That could have been deadly. Good effort, though.
Vincent's dodge had moved him close behind the older boy's left shoulder. Vincent would reach out and grab him by the back of his hair and yank his head backward to slam him in the face back down to the earth with his left elbow. He'd try to finish him off then with a quick punch to the temple.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 13, 2010 22:54:14 GMT -8
At this point Gabriel was confident he needed to rely upon his other senses in quick progression now. The boy had swiftly attained an upper hand by using underhanded tactics. This was quite a proud moment for Gabriel, he saw endless potential in that tenacity, the fact that this is the first foe he'd gone up against in over a year willing to drop to such levels made his attention go on edge, his senses enhanced with a fighter's attentive notion. Yes he was hungry for this fight and saw that he could take more out of it than many would interpret. When this was over he'd need to thank the boy. If he were still alive.
The swift yank on the back of his head pulled him back sharply, Gabriel's body reacting as such as the hit to his shoulder hardly effected his movements at all. This was where things would turn around. Gabriel had justly given up on trying to see and was now making an effort to use his better senses. A sixth sense of acknowledging the boy's presence behind him forcing his body to shift rapidly using his advantage of speed to jerk around and perform an upper cut to the boy's jaw with Gabriel's left fist. Of course it couldn't be precise but with his advanced wisdom and greater speed, Gabriel had a good chance of striking near the chin at the very least.
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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 13, 2010 23:32:02 GMT -8
Well....if nothing else, he was quite fast. And flexible.
One moment, Vincent firmly had him by the scruff of his hair, the next the senior student had somehow twisted out of it and gotten off an uppercut aimed at Vincent's chin. The anticipation of where Vincent was was unexpectedly good.
It didn't exactly catch him right under the chin, and didn't shatter it either, but it was hard enough to send Vincent recoiling a few steps back. Tough son of a bitch.
Vincent knew he needed to throw off that anticipation by staying unpredictable and not giving the opponent a chance to recover.
Not losing a second, Vincent would deliver two quick kicks to the opponent's left kneecap, the area Vincent judged would be the hardest for him to evade, in an effort to kock him down into a kneeling position. From there, Vincent would bring up his right knee and smash it up into the opponent's jaw.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 13, 2010 23:54:57 GMT -8
Gabriel would act fast now, the tables swiftly turning as he froze following his sudden progression of attacks, slowing now to take in his surroundings with a grain of salt. Grain. They were standing on a dirt field, the same dirt that blared his sight was what would save him now. Listening intently Gabriel knew where the boy was, he knew where the strike would place.
In his own swift movement activating a portion of his Qi shot Gabriel to the side swiftly clasping his hands together like a hammer for optimum damage raised it above his head and would swing down in front of him where his foe's strike had been initially intended.
With The boy's attack coming upward chances are their force would meet somewhere in the middle coming down to whomever had more force, unless of course Gabriel's attack came down on the boy's head as intended.
Burst activated.
Strength: 120
Dexterity: 132
Constitution: 85
Intelligence: 154
Wisdom: 139
Charisma: 85
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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 14, 2010 16:05:45 GMT -8
One moment, he was there---the next he wasn't. And before Vincent could even react, something smashed down on his head and knocked him face-down into the ground.
For a moment he lay there, not because he was gravely injured but because he had been surprised. So, he had a Qi--and an immensly powerful one at that. Much more so than Vincent's. He could already figure he wouldn't be able to so much as spit on him while that Qi was active. But Vincent wasn't one to throw a fight so quickly.
He rolled sideways quickly away from the other student before he could be attacked again and swiftly came to his feet, his face still implacably calm. However, his eyes began to change color, to that of an unnatural bright red, summoning forth his own Qi to aid him. Suddenly, everything appeared much sharper, more clarified.
Vincent drew the pocket-knife he had confiscated from the earlier fight and flicked out the blade. A bit extreme, but he had no intention of being beaten to a bloody pulp so long as it was within his power to prevent it.
He also noted that several passerby had taken an interest to their quarrel. It appeared as though the person he was fighting had some notoriety judging by the way people watched him in awe and whispered. Suddenly, Vincent had an idea.
"Hey man, what're you--" before the hapless pedestrian could finish, Vincent grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away from the others watching, kicking him forward towards his enemy.
The older student would likely be briefly distracted by the person about to collide into him. While his attention was diverted, Vincent would cross in with his knife and slash at the opponent's legs, hoping to cut into them deep enough to cause some damage and prevent him from moving so quickly.
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Int and Wis raised x1.1
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 14, 2010 21:14:38 GMT -8
Gabriel fortunately enough found little distraction in the innocent pedestrian's appearance, it hadn't even phased him however the sudden sound of the slashing blade in the air caught his attention. If it hadn't been a switchblade he probably was less likely to have heard the weapon's presence but now he could anticipate where the strike was to make landfall. Using his left hand to launch the boy already used as a weapon against Gabriel, he'd shift weight into his heels launching the fellow up and over his head not caring particularly where he'd eventually land which would be some seven feet behind Gabriel landing in a pile of his own soot.
*Swish*
The clean shift of air around him sent Gabriel's own blade out from it's casing and out to defend him from the offender's blow. The crimson blade stretching a good four feet on its own would have no trouble slicing the cheaply made weapon his foe wielded into two fragmented parts rendering it useless.
"Set your arms aside and kneel or suffer a worse fate." Gabriel muttered vehemently.
He wasn't truly angry, in fact this boy had been one of the more stand outs he'd noticed in many a year, first relying upon treachery and quick thinking tactics to ascertain victory, and second was a person more swayed towards the mental fine points of warfare. Much like "Unfettered" A man Gabriel himself still feared.
A soft chuckle as Gabriel would sheath the blade away offering a hand out towards the boy despite not having the ability to see at the moment.
"Gabriel Seran, a pleasure..."
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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 14, 2010 23:30:07 GMT -8
The older student, moving with such speed as he couldn't be followed even by Vincent with his genetically engineered eyesight, produced a sword from out of nowhere and, with one graceful slashing movement, seperated the knife's blade from its hilt.
Vincent sprang back, immediately letting the useless scrap of metal fall from his hand and dropped back into a defensive fighting stance, though he knew that sword could have easily cut him apart as opposed to his own weapon. This one was the superior fighter, and Vincent knew it, though he was too impressed to be resentful about it.
All the spectators around them were in a hushed silence as they gazed on.
"Set your arms aside and kneel or suffer a worse fate."
Vincent knelt down before no man--he'd been through far too much already before coming to this place to surrender himself that way. But, for what it was worth, he could appreciate the skill found in a fellow craftsman, one of war.
Vincent slowly lowered his arms and stood straight again. Once he was sure nothing else was going to happen, he snapped to attention, raising his right arm to a salute. Something he had learned to do for many years, back when....but that was in the past now. He held the posture for a moment before coming at ease.
It seemed to satisfy the older student, as he sheathed the ornate sword and extended a hand.
"Gabriel Seran, a pleasure..."
Vincent stepped forward and took the hand, his grip steely and vice-like.
"Vincent Calloway. You're a hell of a fighter, Gabriel."
He could see that Gabriel's eyes still looked a bit unfocused, as he wasn't really look quite at him. He gave his usual light, sly smile.
"Apologies about the sand."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jan 15, 2010 13:11:46 GMT -8
Gabriel blinked a bit till the image found its way to be much clearer. The response making much more sense at the moment knowing the boy's acknowledgement and not enhancing the battle further. A good choice on his part, but still very smart, which is above all what Gabriel saw in this ordeal. Vincent was a fighter of knowledge and not so much reaction, it was a curious predicament he found himself enjoying.
"Anything to win right?" Gabriel said with a clever smile swatting away the apology that was offered.
"so you're new here, I see you've made acquaintances with the lower rank this school has to offer." Gabriel made a point to acknowledge the riff-raff bullies that'd been there.
"And now you've met me, quite the busy schedule you've got on your hands."
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Post by Vincent Calloway on Jan 18, 2010 1:47:08 GMT -8
"so you're new here, I see you've made acquaintances with the lower rank this school has to offer."
"I have," Vincent replied as he gave a cursory glance over where the previous fight had occured. Two of them were attempting to crawl their way out of the picture, humiliated and bloodily beaten as they were, while their compatriots were still knocked out cold. Vincent had the slightest inclination to toy with them a little further...No. Enough violence for today.
"And now you've met me, quite the busy schedule you've got on your hands."
Vincent turned his attention back.
"Indeed. Well, it's been fun....Gabriel, but I should be going now. I'll look forward to seeing you around more often. Take care."
Vincent turned around, his gaze lingering at his former opponent a little while longer before walking to gather his pack and head for the next class.
Perhaps this place wasn't so dreary after all.
((OOC:Just felt like adding a sort of conclusive end to the thread. Good fight.))
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