Pushing it away.

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[OOC: Preferably someone who I haven't fought, or a teacher. ]

Today it would seem that an eerie silence was set about the world around him. Sevren himself felt as if he should tred carefully, for fear of waking something unknown to him. The day had just started, but it already showed major signs of a cold, rainy day. The fog had set in already, thick and heavy. It was hard for him to see 10 feet in front of himself. Days like this seem to hide Sevren's normally cocky and adventurous self away. He felt uneasy about the world around him. But he wouldn't let this get to him. He wouldn't let this effect him too much. Once inside the school, he would return to his normal self.

Or so he thought. He thought as long as he was inside of the school, there would be plenty of noise to disrupt his thoughts. Plenty of stuff , to let himself think. But he was wrong. The eerie silence he had faced outside, seemed to have swept into the school. His emerald orbs would soon narrow as he quickly searched the empty hall in hopes of finding someone he could screw with. Someone he could have fun with. To keep himself from having to deal with his wandering mind. A mind which he was slowly losing.

What was his problem? Boredom? In a sense, yes. He was bored. And that could have been a major part of why he was acting the way he was today. The weather reminded him of hurtful days by himself. That could have been another reason as to why he would soon freak out. He needed something to do. He needed to feel something. Pain, or anything that could keep him from thinking. He hated to think of his past. To think of how lonely he had been most of his life. He would make someone notice him.

He would soon let a loud roar of anger release from his lips. It would travel through the empty hallways, for quite some distance. He hoped to bring someone to him. He didn't care who. He didn't care if it was a teacher, or some punk. He just didn't care anymore. His number one goal was to let people learn of his existence.

He would make people learn his name. One way, or another.

[Woomin of the Wind~~]

Mist. Fog. Something that hindered his visibility. What was the difference between the two? Woomin really had no idea. Were they the same thing, or did they each have a distinguishing quality that would make them entirely different? It was strange things like this that occupied the brain of the young man standing at 4'11 when nothing was going on. When he wasn't a raging ball of fury hurling himself at the closest person who was over 5'0, he was a thinker. It was a strange combination, just like that substitute teacher he had once who was a waiter and a teacher. Because he was a waiter, many thought he was uneducated. But it was quite the contrary. Thoughts like these could lead Woomin into another thought, which would then probably lead him into a similar thought until he would finally snap out of it and realize he had no idea where he had started. By this time, Woomin had ended up escaping the maze called his brain. But not because he had gone through the entire thing. Instead, a loud howl pierced his brain.

It had come from the other end of the hall that would be around the corner. Wasting no time, Woomin would take great strides (great for HIS size) to arrive in front of a guy who was probably older than him. 16,17? Not very tall, but still a good half foot taller than Woomin himself. A young man like this dude should know better than to cry out like that. Its like his parents never punished him when he threw tantrums.

"Do you mind if I ask what the hell that was...?"

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"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW! I got the magic stick!" That hulking mass of flesh came slidding on across the view of the male down the hall, going from one side to the other in a sideways fashion, those socks propelling him by the slick linolieum. Then he would have came back into view, doing the moon walk, his head rocking back and fourth slightly, until he heard something over top his head phones and paused mid slide, turning head to look over at who it was that had just yelled.. He was rather enjoying the silence and lack of people. "Who the?..." He said with a shrug and slipped an idle hand upwards, ensaring both wires at once with those fingers entwining and then he released them from his ears, pulling them down into his grasp. Another short gesture of that arm and a flick of fingertips, and the mp3 player was now off, with those headphones and the mp3 playeritself being slipped into his pocket. "Why the hell is he out here yelling?"

That was asked to himself, in a manner which was less then friendly, but more surprised then it could be considered 'harsh' in a sense of the word. A slow pace was offered towards the boy, his head still rocking ever so slightly from the music still stuck in his head, but he shook that off.. Remembering he had teacher duties to take care of now that he was back. According to the faculty there were quite a few choices for what he could teach.. problem was, what the hell did he believe he could teach well, which was probably why he was out here in the hall slidding around like a jackass in order to 'think'. Then another popped up, causing his eye to twitch slightly.. number two out of class and talking in the hall. "Alright... What the hell are TWO of you doing out here?" He asked aloud as he stopped himself just a few feet shy distance wise of the duo.

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"Do you mind if I ask what the hell that was...?"

Sevren's head would turn as he heard the first unfamiliar voice. He didn't know who it was, nor did he care. He was in a odd mood. And there wouldn't be many words spoken before he would lash out at the rather small boy. His lips would move as he scanned the boy for a bit.

"Do you mind if I punt your ass down the hall?"

Sevren's normal cocky grin would slide upon his face as he sized the midget up. He figured he wouldn't be too much of a problem, though he wouldn't underestimate him as much as the little one might think. Looks could be decieving. He wasn't stupid enough to just think he could beat the boy because he was so small.

"Go back back to the sandbox and play with your tonka trucks, little boy.."

Yes, he was trying to provoke the kid. To get him mad, to toy with him. It was fun to do so, Sevren would have a grand time with this one. Well, he would have if it hadn't been for another voice. Which also was unknown to him. Though when his head turned this time, his eyes met someone completely different then the one he had just directed his former words at. This guy was massive.

"Alright... What the hell are TWO of you doing out here?"

"I think I was just causing trouble.. Thats about it.. What the hell are YOU doing out here?"

[Woomin of the Wind~~]

A man who resembled a mythical beast known as a behemoth had appeared on the perimeter. He was way out of Woomin's league. A question from the man was addressed to Woomin himself and the other guy. As he was about to go through a complicated explanation of him going to use the restroom but then seeing the thick fog outside the window then coming over around the corner to investigate the source of a strange sound when he heard what he considered to be a threat.

"Do you mind if I punt your ass down the hall?"

Woomin would shift his attention from the hulking mass of human to the other guy who couldn't control his temper... or his mouth. He would go on to taunt Woomin about his size yet again.

"Go back to the sandbox and play with your Tonka trucks, little boy..."

It was too much for little Woomin to handle! He would approach the teacher and grab the back of his collar and offer to the teacher and proceed to say.

"HOLD ME BACK MR. TEACHER!"

[akada]

This whole ordeal just caused him to take a step back and raise brow. A midget, and a smart mouth. Joy and rapture! What a fuckin day. First this fog settled down like some eerie ugly zombie pirates were gonna try and gang rape the students, and then it got all silent. Which well, he liked kinda, and then the students all seemed to be in their classes.. most of them probably sleeping, which would explain the lack of noise. Maybe that fog outside was an evil weapon of mass destruction which used mind control to wield the evil abilities of sleep over the students! That had to be it! It made them all sleepy.. and yet he was uneffected, much like these two seemed to be. "Whatever the hell I please, which is the exact opposite of what your supposed to be doing..."

Thats when the midget approached him and grabbed his own collar, offering it to Hiroko, making him blank.. he just grabbed it up, and since the boy had been so willing, tossed him off to the side and out of the way. A glance over this male once more caused him to sniff for a moment and run the top of his hand over the bottom of his nose for just a second. " As for causing trouble. I do believe that denotes a beat down. " He said with that brow of his raising up, and that smile of his coming up clearly with the respect for this kid in the nill and nada range. Why? Well... it was simple of course.. Hiroko had that magic stick. "Come on then. Your big and bad shit when threatening a midget. Why dont you do something to me." He said with a slight yawn offered from his lips, arms still hung loosely and relaxed.

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"Whatever the hell I please, which is the exact opposite of what your supposed to be doing..."

Sevren would only watch as the 'midget' pulled himself off in the direction of the teacher that had presented himself, only to be grabbed and tossed off to the side. His lips would curl upwards as he tried to conceal the fact that the sight of the child-like boy being tossed away made him laugh. His eyes would shift immediantly to the giant in the hall. His eyes narrowing slightly as he prepared to throw himself head over heels into a fight which he knew he had almost no chance to win, what so ever.

"As for causing trouble. I do believe that denotes a beat down."

"A beat down huh? Sounds like fun. And I'm always up for that.."

As Sevren's body shifted foreword, and he leaned into the run, his Savant's would grip and he would pull himself down the hall as quick as he could. He obviously wasn't the fastest person out there, but in time he would improve. And he would push himself in just about every way to be the best. And the way he viewed it, he had to fight the bigger, badder, stronger, and more dangerous fighters to reach the level he wished to fight. He was sure this beast of a man ranked high. He would make the best of this he could. He wouldn't fall in seconds as some might expect. He would push himself to the edge.

He wouldn't do anything special, anything tricky yet. He wanted to see exactly how the behemoth reacted. To see how fast he was. To see what he could achieve even with the bulk size he was. He was sure this would be no walk in the park. More like a.. run through a mine field..

[Woomin of the Wind~~]

Woomin would feel himself flying through the air, which would not be an uncommon feeling for he had been tossed around in many fights but never by a teacher. As his body was brought down to the floor, a floor that has been thorougly mopped for once, Woomin could now feel himself sliding across the tile floor. He took minimal damage from the impact, but again, he felt as though the teacher had taunted his size by hurling him with such ease. When Woomin was able to slow himself down, he raised his torso and his head up only to see the guy engage the man in a fight. Seemed like something which might be too much for him.

Despite their differences in size, Woomin would not pay attention to that but instead get back to his feet. He would then push off the floor with his left foot and begin his dash towards the big shot teacher and the obnoxious student. After 3 or so strides, Woomin had built his speed. Within 5 strides he was within distance of their arms. After 6 strides, Woomin would blindly leap into the fray screaming... somethin'.

[akada]

That got a raise of his brow and he just smriked ever so slightly. The boy was quick, and the midget was quicker, but the fact was they were foolish for just charging in without a plan of attack,l eaving him to shift that foot down and he jumped backwards and out of the way, leaving the midget and the other coming to a close clash, if not clashing together thanks to the fact, one came from the front, and the other came from the side to where he had been thrown. Such fun, yet in the midst of it all his hands had disappeared into his pockets and pulled that MP3 player right back out and plugged the headphones into his ears as he landed, with the plug being hooked to the mp3 player itself and ran down his inner shirt to prevent it from being grabbed so blatantly.

He slipped his hands alongside the mp3 back into his pockets and held it there, a grin on his lips as he began to rock back and fourth ever so slightly to the music. "Mm. Bring it. " He said aloud, with that wink being offered in such a untensed manner that he seemed joking, but the question of rather he truly was or not brought up the fact he also loved to taunt people who challenged him. "And please, dont take all day. "

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Sevren's attempt to confront the teacher was obviously going to be interrupted by the small kid from before. Though as he kept his eyes upon him and dashed foreword, a plan had formed, though it was to injure the little man, seeing as he had actually been close enough to Sevren so he could pull it off. as of right now, neither of these two were Sevren's friend. And he didn't plan on working with one of them to take the other down. Maybe it was just his reckless side coming out. But he decided he would fight them both if he had to.

And as Woomin had launched himself into the air, Sevren's right foot would slam hard against the tiled floor and his Savant's would grip, as he twisted his foot, along with that same leg to the left so that he could quickly bring his left leg around as his body began to spin. He aimed to bring that left leg around fast and hard, and for his heel to collide directly with Woomin's middle, seeing as he had decided to add a little jump to his dash. There was definitely a huge chance of success with his kick, as he was sure he could cause some damage when the boy had thrown himself directly into the kick.

Sevren would have braced himself if the kick connected and everything went as he wished it had, he would have also allowed his leg to drop after contact was made, so that he could fall upon his hands and push himself back up quickly, only to turn and charge right toward Hiroko again.

If he was allowed to do what he wanted, he would have rushed right back on track, straight for the giant brick wall of a teacher. He didn't really know what to do at this moment. He really didn't know how to approach this. But he guessed he would just have to go by trial and error, and hope he didn't fail too bad. As he approached Hiroko, he would wait till the last second to throw his body backwards, his gloved hands would have lowered and slammed against the tiled floor as he would have launched both feet from under his body, aimed to slam the heels against Hiroko's kneecaps.

[Woomin of the Wind~~]

To his surprise, the man had moved. That was sort of a problem. Especially since the other guy was able to immediately stop his dash and somehow turned his kick into a spinning round house... thing. Within the few seconds this was happening, Woomin devised a scheme that was PRETTY devious if he may say so himself. As the leg lashed out towards him, Woomin would bring down his elbow forcing the leg down and pushing himself WHILE doing damage.

As Woomin bounded over the leg, he would land behind Sevren he guessed? He hadn't turned to check whether he was in agony or not. So now Woomin would turn to the teacher dude and charge. Unlike other people who had toughness, Woomin didn't have any to spare due to his size and build. He would have to make all the attacks he launched, count. Although Woomin knew this, he really didn't have any plan. Woomin would try to make it look like he jumped again with a small hop, but instead of flying through the air, Woomin would come at a short stop and catapult his strong (right) leg at the quadricep area of the teacher.

[akada]

Two attacks, from two different people, one a tired old attack, and one so plain. He just smirked ever so slightly, letting those pearly whites glint off the light which dimly covered them. It showed the enlongated bi-cuspids he had, making him seem all the more like some kind of animal, leaving little to be desired in the mind set of each person who took a glance on him. It didnt help he was seven-foot tall and over three-hundred pounds of raw muscle. Now. The situation at hand was an interesting one, as a kick was aimed for his chin, and another bracing itself towards his lower area, right near thighs. Two attacks. Two places of conquest. Of course, power trying to break him down at the same time with odd little effects of team work. Yet there was a simple solution to Hiroko.

He brought one knee up, blocking that first incoming kick towards his chin, and at the exact same time, he forced that same knee forwards and his foot down, slamming it into the other attacking leg, forcing that into the ground with a stomp, most likely breaking the boys leg. From it, a follow up was offered, where he brought that same leg right back up and sent the heel straight down towards the other boy who had been aiming at his chin. Wanting it to land right on the boys forehead, which would probably send enough pressure to cause some minor fracturing of his skull if it collided while he was in such a vulnerable position just inches up from the linolieum at that angle of impact. Which left the question of how resourceful the two were.

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Sevren's little kick toward the small kid had failed, but the small amount of pain he felt from the elbow wouldn't slow him down. He had quickly went on with her former plan, running toward Hiroko as he had decided to do before. He charged, and so did the other kid. The teacher was a massive slab of meat, that was sure. In the back of his mind, Sevren knew the only real chance he had of winning this fight would be to team with the little ankle biter, but he didn't like to have to depend on others. For now, he wouldn't attack him, unless he got in his way. After all, Sevren viewed the giant teacher as more of a challenge anyways.

As Sevren began to launch his planned attack, he quickly realized that it would be a mistake to follow through the way he had planned, and that if he didn't act quickly, he would surely be in a world of hurt. So he would tuck his left arm against his abdomen, his right hand pushing hard at an angle as he slide so that his body would rotate, and he would slide on his right side. Hiroko's massive foot would just barely graze his head. Sevren's eyes widened slightly as he felt the burn from the material of the hulk's boot, knowing full well that his head could probably been flattened against the linoleum floor if he hadn't managed the small maneuver he had pulled off.

So now, Sevren would be located behind Hiroko, resting on his right side, as that right arm held him up a bit, his left arm free to do whatever he wished. Sevren's right leg would fold and he would quickly push himself up with his right arm, And as he lifted himself into a kneeling position, his right leg now holding his weight, he threw a hard left, aimed to slam it against the behemoth's left kidney. At this time, he didn't have a game plan still. He would just attempt to do what he could, though he knew he would eventually have to use some kind of strategy. This teacher was skilled.

[akada]

He watched the boy slightly avoid it. Knowing full well there was little the other could do to avoid what he had done his full focus turned instead onto the other, who had disappeared from sight, leaving him to turn around and look to him only to see that fist coming, this is where a boxing tactic came into play, and he twisted that form of his just a bit so he could bend into the punch, causing the blow to be spread out over a far larger area, making it no more then a flick, and from that the hand which made contact, he clenched his still pocketed arm up against it and sent a quick kick up towards the boys chest, bending knee at the last moment so if it would collide it would have entirely destroyed him in a manner of minutes from pain..

Well, that is if the boy didnt have much for pain resistance. Close range was Hiroko's territory, and this kid was right in his sights, leaving little to be done but get blown to pieces as being here was like stepping on a bloody land mine. He had little care for the boys well being either, after all this was not exactly a spar now was it? It was a war type of deal which meant when he blew this kid to pieces they would have to come back even harder in order to defeat him, which he waited on for days. This was not afterall the first time he had gone head to head with two people, he had gone up against more then ten at once, but that was just a matter of experience, leaving him to pull back if the blow had struck in a jump, landing back down solidly in a standing fashion, away from both of them.

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Sevren's blow collided with Hiroko's hardened body, and once again the massive beast proved he had skills. Sevren's blow did little but tickle the giant, and it was somewhat discouraging. But he wouldn't quit. He couldn't allow himself to quit. He would just have to try harder. But before Sevren had much of a chance to pull away, he realized Hiroko had pinned his arm. His eyes widened as he felt the mortar round slam against his chest. Eyes bulging as he coughed up blood, and attempted to suck in air as quickly as possible.

He soon found himself kneeling upon the floor, hands pressed against the linoleum as he hacked and wheezed. Crimson liquid dripped from his lips and pooled below his hanging head. His eyes would close for a few seconds as he struggled to keep himself together. The pain he felt was immense. The teacher's strength was near inhuman. And even as discouraging as it might be, it only wanted to make Sevren push himself even hard. Make himself improve and strengthen his body and mind. And as he sat there, the thought of giving up never crossed his mind. He couldn't allow himself to give up. He wouldn't.

Bracing himself for the pain he knew he would feel, he regained breath and pushed himself to his feet. Emerald orbs gazed toward Hiroko, who had jumped away. No hate showed, no anger. He didn't hate him simply because he was better. All he wanted to do was become him. Have his strength and skill. Sooner or later, maybe he would. He would definitely have a long road to travel if he were to reach his level of play. Giving a few sharp breaths, he began walking toward Hiroko, slowly picking up pace as he went.

He wasn't exactly sure what he would accomplish. He didn't know how he could get off any attacks. But he would try. Even if he knew he was bound to fail, he would try. And as his speed picked up, he felt the numbing pain persist. But there was nothing he could do right now but block it out. Each step sent a shock through his upper-body, but he would push through it, on and on. And once he was in range, he had to decide what he would do, and quick. His right side would lead the charge slightly, that hand facing the sky as he neared, he aimed to swing it straight upward, hoping use his slight long nails to scratch upward. Sure, it wasn't much, but he was hoping to use that upward slash as a distract, knowing full well his right side would be upon, as soon as his swing had reached mid-height, he would spin quickly, so that his left side would face the monster, his elbow shooting directly toward Hiroko's gut.

The attack could be useless altogether, and having left his back tot he enemy for a split second could cause him a huge amount of pain, but he didn't care right now. He just wanted to land a few blows. And learn much as he could from this monster.