S.C.H.P. Mission: The Courtyard (John Ong)

[Winters]

"I don't think I have any subjects that need dealing with at the moment. So I would suggest hunting down John Ong. It's about 3rd period now, so he should be in the courtyard making sure the punks near the clock tour stop messing with our young mister Leon. . . We don't want him coming out of retirement."

"A-Alright th-then. L-Let's s-see wh-who th-this 'J-John O-Ong' is..."

First Mission: Support

About seven minutes prior into mission initiation...

...He was taking this a little too seriously, wasn't he?

Whatever. Better to act professional, then have your reputation fall, simply for looking like, and acting like a prat. His hands were kept in his pocket however, to keep a lower profile, glasses shining brightly, somewhat hiding his eyes. But, around his neck, the Phoenix medallion underneath his vest. He'd stopped off at his locker to make it easier to travel, but, he couldn't help but feel that something may be going on.

Already he heard noises.

Bah, sounded like this 'John Ong' was already at work. But defending a kid named Leon? And what potential did this 'Leon' hold, to make him 'protected'?

Rounding the corner, it was time to find out.

The sun...

...It flashed brightly into his eyes, as he held up a hand to shade himself from the courtyard, initially...

..Sounds of combat...

Quick moving shades in the light danced in his still adjusting vision.

Might as well announce himself.

"...O-OYE! W-WHICH O-ONE O-OF Y-YOU I-IS J-JOHN O-ONG!?"

Need to be prepared.

Hands came out of his pocket.

...Into fists.

[John]

White hair, dark red eyes, dark red trench coat, black sleeveless muscle shirt, and black jogging pants with a dark purple stripe down the right leg. Not to mention those nice looking black shoe she had on. A Dragon Medallion around his neck, he was the only one left of the original two S.H.C.P and he wasn't held to Asiv by the drug Brimstone anymore, just his loyalty. Now as many had found out John wasn't just a pawn in this little game of a school called 259, he was a major player. Of course one boy had already learned that and was now face first on the ground. The next kid ran into a knee and then an elbow to the back. Off to the side was a clock tower.

Under the clock tower in the shade was the one knonw as Leon. Blonde spiked hair, dark blue eyes, green vest over a white t-shirt, and brown cargo shorts. Black fingerless gloves, and most of all. Scars. The right side of hsi face harbored four horizontal scars streatching from the nose to the ear. Two scars, one over each eye brow zigging up to his hair line. His right arm showed red lightning shaped scars running down it stopping just under the glove, at first they would seem like tattoo's but they covered his arm almost completely. Reconstructive surgery to have it reattched does that.

Then a voice rang out.

"...O-OYE! W-WHICH O-ONE O-OF Y-YOU I-IS J-JOHN O-ONG!?"

the fighting stopped as John turned to face the person. He was unsure of if they where allie or foe, so he got out of his Muay Thai stance, his left arm to his side and hsi right arm bent holding out to his right as if holdign something, then it erupted in flames. He would hold it as long as he dared as his coat was fire retardent, but his skin wasn't, his Qi protected from it slight enough to hold it for a good time, but it was dangerouse.

"I am, who wants to know!?"

[Winters]

Salutation: John Ong

"I am, who wants to know!?"

The sun stopped glaring. Jonathan finally got a chance to stop squinting. What met his eyes was a several dozen feet away... a boy in a fighting stance at his direction... and fire coming from his hands...

...

What in the world!?

No.

Concentrate.

Identify yourself.

Jonathan's right hand crept up his vest, digging underneath it, as he pulled out his engraved Medallion, letting it hang by. Started walking to 'John', and stopped, when he was about a good twelve feet away. His right hand went up into a salute, as he stood at attention. His Phoenix Medallion hanging on his neck.

"...R-RECENTLY R-RECRUITED S-S.C-C.H-H.P-P. R-REPORTING T-TO P-PROVIDE S-SUPPORT A-AND R-RECEIVE T-TRAINING, U-UNDER O-ORDERS O-OF M-MR. A-ASIV."

Training.

For strength, to make him strong.

Jonathan's eyes stayed glued in front of him... but, even from this distance, he could already tell. This boy was strong. It was in his eyes.

...John Ong...

A pleasure to meet you.

[John]

John's hand clicked off like a cigeratte lighter as he stood straighter, the medallion. He knew these where symbols, and that particuler one he knew Asiv was holding at one meeting. So maybe he didn't have to worry, unless this kid had been able to take Asiv down, or stole from his office, which John doubted seeign the carnage and devistation he could inflict. But the next thing was the stance of attention and the salute, reminded him alittle of the responsabilities he had in Thailand, he had to ignore it. His loyalties where here int he service of Asiv as it was, he couldn't leave to become some royal in a distant country.

John returned the salute raising his right arm and letting it drop withotu any disrespectful movements. the kids in the are where already freaking out that just a second ago, John's hand was on fire. that it gave time for the two to do their thing. John spotted one student out the corner of his eye that was able to get out of the hold the shock had him in. Without turning around he simply bent forward quickly and raised hsi foot backwards. The dark red eyes of the boy began to glow so he could see the friction of the hydrogen in the air to ignite his leg on fire to kick the kid in the chin. He flew back on the ground screaming about being on fire, when it was obviouse he wasn't. The leg went out, but his eyes continued to glow.

"Support and training huh? So its true. Asiv really is worried."

John spoke more to himself than to the newest member to the S.H.C.P. Something about him though, white hair?. . . . Oddities happen, but there was only three of them left the rest had escaped. Not wanting to deal with some dude who could catch on fire. He would take the other one, leaving two on Winters. Hopefully John could deal with this little pube and get to see alittle bit of what Winters was capable of before training. John;s right leg to the front, the one that had burst into flames as it bounced on the toes of the burnt black shoes, the pant leg being burnt off from the ankle to the knee. His left stable under him and both arms raised up infront of him protecting his chest. John would take Winters orders as his own, and the first thing on the list was Support. So that first training after.

[Winters]

Brawling Wits

"Support and training huh? So its true. Asiv really is worried."

...This guy... was skilled.

John Ong, huh?

With a fast kick to some cowardly back attack, this brown-skinned, white haired S.C.H.P. managed to scare away not only his attacker, but a majority of the opponents in the area. But how did he get his feet and hands on fire? Could this be... one of these 'Qi' abilities that he'd heard about from Ichimaru?

...And why might Asiv be worried? Was his coming a signal of foreboding to something he probably wasn't aware of? Well, yea, probably. Only a 'stupid' freshmen, after all. Had to earn his bread somewhere here. Three fighters left. One of them left to fend for himself against the powerful fire-user, who was burning away his own clothing, with every attack. The other two had wisely chosen to gang up on Jonathan.. ultimately, the weaker of the two.

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"COME ON! LET ME OUT! I CAN BEAT THEIR ASSES INTO THE GROUND!"

"...N-No. N-Not w-without y-your h-hat."

"FUCK THE HAT! I WANT TO TRY OUT MY NEW MEDALLION!"

"...W-Wait y-your t-turn. Th-That's w-why I-I l-left y-your h-hat b-behind.."

"..Heh. You little PRICK. I think I'm finally starting to rub off on you."

"God f-forbid."

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"...Ich will ZESTÖREN..."

Heh. Maybe Thrush was rubbing off on him, the all familiar word coming from Jonathan's mouth this time. But, he had no intention of destroying... just destroying the will to fight. Leaving the sentence very open-ended to any other possible feelings he might feel after the rest of this.

The two other fighters looked at Jonathan though, as they prepared to joint-attack him. No emotion fell on Jonathan's face. His eyes showed only determination. But that did not mean he wasn't afraid. ..But the will to fight in the face of fear is often known as courage, or so he'd heard.

Stepping his right foot back, as he got ready for his normal boxing position, his left foot stabilizing by turning also, the two fighters immediately began charging him. Swinging their fists at him, one from the left, one from the right.. All their intent, already on their eyes.

Bobbing forward, and weaving up to his right, he had to bob immediately again---*WHACK* Shit.. the force caused Jonathan to twirl around. It grazed him, but these guys were definitely more powerful then him. But, his wit was still alive, though right cheek was pounding red. No scratches, thankfully. He had to dash forward! The two opponents had already begun pivoting to face him, when Jonathan stopped in front of the closest one, and gave a quick jab to the guy's face.. his nose.

---Had to duck as a blind right swing came headed to the left side of his face, though. Stomping two steps though, underneath the swing, he got his left hand to start up another jab, connecting with the side of the guy's face, as he leaned his right foot forward, for a proper follow up straight, which, at the side of the guy's head was going to smack him dow---

*SWING*

*DUC---*

His face got hit again.. this was bad. Was still recovering from the side punch. He was thankfully a little stronger, but, it'd take a bit, before he could successfully take punches to the face. It was his own forgetfulness of the other fighter here. Dammit. Still too naive.

But, he worked out the bob anyways, quickly redirecting his right arm from a straight, close to his chest, released into an uppercut, to the guy's chin, knocking him back for the moment---

*STOMP---*

The back of his shin..!His face, still impassive, stepped up his right foot, before the stomp could successfully break his leg, and launched it backwards, at the guy's shoulder, who successfully blocked it. Dammit! His techniques were boxing oriented, he relied on his legs to dash and run, not kick! ...A major weakness he probably had to work on. Bobbing and sidestepping to his right, Jonathan brought up a left hook, to the guy's hea--liver. He wasn't too powerful still, but, thanks to the medallion, it was enough to make the guy keel over, while Jonathan quickly pivoted and dashed again, his arms closing in together, as he instintively guarded against a forward stomp-kick, reducing damage somewhat. Arms hurt, but they were supposed to take the damage anyways. Not his head or his chest.

Gah! He wanted to get stronger!

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"I'm TELLING jou, if you just let me OUT---"

"S-SHUT U-UP. Y-YOU'RE S-STRONG E-ENOUGH."

"...Alright.. vine... JEEZ.."

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Being forced back, the guy got his arm pulled back, ready for a straight---A stomp-kick in his own chest, as Jonathan pulled forward, forcing himself to recover, pushing back the guy, and suprising him, since he figured he already had Jonathan's style down.

..And the way this white haired kid was so silent, with his fucking stony face was absolutely creepy---

---Not enough time was given to him to recover, as Jonathan, dashed forward again, using the stomp-kick's momentum!....

*JABJABJABJABJABJABBOBWEAVEBOBWEAVEJABSTRAIGHTJABJABSTRAIGHT...*
*JABHOOKJABJABBOBWEAVEHOOKHOOKHOOKHOOKSTRAIGHT...*
*UPPERCUTUPPERCUTHOOKUPPERCUTJABJABJABJAB...*

*STRAIGHT!*

The guy had fallen back from the onslaught.. and the guy looked, staring as the angry German, stood, heaving and puffing, his mouth open, his eyes wide with absolute anger... he'd missed many times, had to duck so many times, exerted himself... but the anger was fueling him.

He dashed.

The other guy dashed as well!

---And taking advantage of the already built-up speed of Jonathan, and the display of evading techniques, bobbed right, underneath him, and kept running, to pick up his buddy, and run as fast as he could...

Jonathan fell back, hard on his ass. Breathing deeply, quickly, his heart pounding... God. That was hard. That was hard. But, he needed to do this, if he wanted to get stronger for her---No. For himself. This wasn't totally for Calamity. This was so he could change.

...Supporting himself up, as he continued breathing heavily, with his hands behind him.. he watched to see how John Ong would do...

And hopefully not see him too disappointed in how many hits Jonathan had taken from such trash. Shameful, but not surprising on Jonathan's end though.

After all, right now, he was no better then trash.

..But for now, he had a small victory he could be proud of, though his face hurt like hell, and though his right shin felt like it was at its limit, for the moment. The pain would subside in a few moments, though, as it was nothing more then just simple physical pain.

A small victory.

A first step.

[John]

John's apponent was alittle better than suspected, but it would still end the same way. A right punch blocked with John's left arm he shot out a knee to the boys gut. He blocked with his own knee and shot upward into a backflip throwing a kick into John's gut. He was pushed back from thsi and was slightly angered by it. The glowing red eyes began once more as hydrogen particles in the air where now visible by John. He shot forward and so did the other guy, the guy threw a kick. the tan skinned S.H.C.P grabbed it before it hit and threw a rapid group of right punches. Each one blocked, as the flames burnt the other boys hand from blocking the fire.

John sent in one final punch and the punk jumped up off his remaining leg and kicked John in the face, both being sent back as a trail of blood slid down the left side of John's head from the impact. Finally john jumped forward spinning setting his right leg on fire, making it seem he was gonna kick with it early so the guy watched it, but when John came around with his left it went up in flames and slammed into the neck area of the kid. He went to the ground and didn't get up after that. Finally John was now wearing black jogging shorts with a dark purple stripe down the right leg.

Looking over to the other in time to see near the ending of what had transpired John was actually happy with what he saw. Walking over after it was over he set a hand on the guys shoulder and put his other oen out to help him up from sitting.

"Your pretty good. No wonder Asiv chose you for the new S.H.C.P."

[Winters]

Respect

...From the distance, Jonathan watched as John Ong went onto ruthlessly beat his opponent into the ground. So skilled. His movements sharp and speaking of years of experience. Something Jonathan himself was probably no where close to achieving. Shaking his head, he could only attempt to smile at John, as the student fell before John Ong's onslaught. Mastery with both arms and legs... flaming arms, flaming legs... this student was literally just that. Masterful.

..God. About to pass out, I think. My head's feeling funny. Don't.. usually... go that hard. Dammit. Still so out of practice.

The next level.

Strength.

I wanna.. I wanna reach that next level!

Eyes closing, as John finished up. Breathing so hard.. until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Almost jumped, but his eyes snapped open, to see who it was. Ah.

Getting some help to his feet, Jonathan stumbled onto his left foot a little.. but shook his head, almost the sight of a smile on his face, as he brushed off dirt from his pants.---

"Your pretty good. No wonder Asiv chose you for the new S.H.C.P."

...

..You're serious?

Jonathan looked up, to the guy's face. He himself was out of breath.. John though, had the look of.. a fierce warrior.

Another shake of his head.

"S-Still n-not a-as s-strong a-as y-you, th-though. Y-You've g-got s-such sh-sharpness i-in y-your s-strikes.. I-I'm a-amazed a-at y-your p-power..."

But then.. yes. Training. Provided their mission was complete.

There was a question though... and he... wondered how to go about it. How to go about asking him. No right way. Oh well.

"...G-Gotta a-ask, t-though... th-that f-flame o-on y-your a-arms... i-is th-that wh-what i-is k-known a-as Q-Qi?.."

...Again... the same question as with Ichimaru.

Qi.

[John]

To the guys first statement John smiled wide and scratched the back of his head and laughed a bit. Embarrassed really, this was only the second time someone openly expressed their awe at his skill. The other time wasn't even about fighting, it was surfing. But hsi second one, made him close his smile into more of a small circle and an 'uh' sound escapped his mouth. Sooner than not John began to talk about it, as far as he knew that is.

"From what I know, yes it is Qi. The inner flow of every living person wielded as a weapon, or tool."

John did know quiet a bit about Qi from reading Jyo's journal. John's eyes began to glwo once more as he was able to see the hydragin in the air. Striking a few particles with his hand they caught fire and engulfed the air just over hsi skin. He held it there for a while till it started to burn his hand and shook it out. He laughed alittle again and began to speak.

"As I can tell you only as much as you ask, I'm not a master at this, but I am well informed."

[Winters]

Qi and Training

"From what I know, yes it is Qi. The inner flow of every living person wielded as a weapon, or tool."

The look on this guy's face made this much obvious. He was pleased by what Jonathan had said. But his eyes perked up, as John's eyes began to glow.. watching intently, his mouth closed like a death trap. Watching as if this were life itself. And fire was born from John's hand.

...Amazing.

With a flick, the fire was gone.

"As I can tell you only as much as you ask, I'm not a master at this, but I am well informed."

Indeed?

Ears perking, right now, John had Jonathan's full attention. "...G-Glad m-more th-then e-ever n-now, th-that I-I'm a-a.. S.H.C.P... I-I've b-been s-seeking b-both i-information o-on Q-Qi a-and i-intensive t-training.." he said in a low undertone, almost to himself.

Almost smiled. But none came, as his head aimed down, staring at the ground. Not dejectedly, but.. thinking.

Mind whirling now.

"Ja... b-before w-we b-begin t-training... c-could y-you t-tell m-me wh-what y-you k-know, i-if i-it i-isn't t-too m-much t-trouble? F-For e-example... y-your cl-clothing b-burns a-away... d-does th-that m-mean y-you b-burn y-yourself, e-each t-time, o-or h-have y-you c-completely m-mastered i-it?"

Didn't want to seem imposing, but...

Right now, here, ignorant of Qi and it's details, not knowing if it just ran in your blood, or ran in your spirit, not knowing the full details, but hungering for it, just as he hungered for.. strength. John was right now a book... waiting to be opened.

So, would John Ong give Jonathan Winters a key to another step?

[John]

John gave a half smile as he spoke he was happy to be a member of the S.H.C.P which was good. And then his question about John's fire Qi. . . Well the style did have a few weaknesses, John didn't think it would hurt to let him know, considering it only mattered if he used it too much and got burned.

"Well I do burn myself if I hold the fire for too long. I havn't mastered it yet to not burn me."

That was the truth after all, but it didn't matter, as it only counted if he misuses the Qi and burns himself. Doubtful that he would ever be forced to do such a thing, he had just told Winters what he needed to know about his style of Qi. Though from what he heard from Jyo. 'You are the second person I've seen able to control the air with their Qi, Mr. Asiv does somethign similer.' It made him think, and he seemed to day dream at this moment.

[Winters]

OOC: Jonathan hadn't acquired Qi yet, but, forgot to put down the statistics of that time..

Inquiries of Training

"Well I do burn myself if I hold the fire for too long. I havn't mastered it yet to not burn me."

After which, John Ong just sorta.. looked out, into the sky.

"..S-So m-many Q-Qi's.. e-eh. I-I h-have t-to g-get s-stronger t-to d-discover m-my o-own.. U-Uh.. J-John."

..Sorta didn't want to interrupt Ong, just because of that look in his eyes.

It's proper to respect one's senior, after all, right?

"..U-Uh.. w-what s-sort o-of t-training d-did Mr. Asiv m-mean?.."

OOC: >_> Sorry for teh shortish post. Expecting them to get longer, once we begin . ^_^

[John]

When the fellow silver haired S.H.C.P inquired as to what kind of training Asiv intended them to do he came back and smiled widely. He jumped back a bit and stomped his right foot forward while raising his hands into fists to protect his head and upper body. The muscle tone of his body was set off to look even bigger and badder with the tan he had. John would soon speak.

"Well I'm pretty sure he wanted me to shwo you just a glimpse of what you should expect here, though I'm deffinitly not the best fighter in this school, I am pretty good."

John had already faught Levi, but lost that fight. He berserked and was brought down from his injuries combined with the damages that could be found done to the boiler room. All because of that fight. so it was time for a test of skill. See how far this guy can go. Maybe John should add something to the end of this.

"Also dont hold back, this may be a spar, but I'm not gonna pull any punches."

[Winters]

BRAWL!

*STOMP*

"Well I'm pretty sure he wanted me to shwo you just a glimpse of what you should expect here, though I'm deffinitly not the best fighter in this school, I am pretty good."

Scrambling to his feet, Jonathan backed up about two feet, as he looked on at him. Kinda staring in awe, as the powerful stance---whatever style it was---was now turned around from their former opponents, and onto Jonathan. The aura of the difference in power was deafening...

...How amusing.

A little smile crept onto Jonathan's face...

Well now, how badly will I get beaten, then? But no, I can't let it be done so easily. That would be shameful. And I left my hat back in the locker. Hmm...

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"...O-Oye. Thrush. I-I've m-may n-need y-you s-soon."

"REALLY!? Oh. Well. IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME."

"Y-Yes. I-I k-know. I-I k-know. B-But b-be p-patient. I-I w-wish t-to f-fight th-this g-guy f-first..."

"...Oooooooh... this is a first. A very LARGE first for you... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... alright then, four-eyes! Let's see you get the shit beat out of you!"

"..W-With p-pleasure."

"..."

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"Also dont hold back, this may be a spar, but I'm not gonna pull any punches."

"O-Oh. B-Believe m-me w-when I-I s-say I-I w-won't. H-Have t-to l-learn s-somehow, r-right?" ...And the burned hand teaches best...

"..H-However.." was a little additive, as Jonathan slowly put his left foot about eight inches in front of his right foot, diagonally pointing to John Ong's left, his right foot also diagonal, and pointed diagonal in the same fashion, left hand raised up in the frontal guard, and his right hand of course guarding the right side of his face, hunched down, it was not to see whether or not Jonathan was preparing to charge, or to pivot from one side to the other, to prepare for a counter attack. He did not bounce, like a typical out-fighter, or experienced in-fighter.

"...H-However, i-if i-it's o-okay w-with y-you, I-I'd l-like t-to f-fight y-you t-twice... s-so, f-first m-move i-is y-yours."

...As to what he meant in how soon the 'second' fight would take place, he decided to leave up to John Ong's imagination. But, what he would constitute as a first move would be literally that. A step towards him. And then, no more wait to counter. He himself would rush in. And hopefully, he could last in an exchange of blows.

Hopefully.

Eyes were wide.. with excitement.

...Give me hell, John Ong.

[John]

'Twice?'

John was alittle puzzled by this, considering he had never heard of someone being able to fight twice in the same fight, unless he meant later on as well, but he was sure Asiv intended them to train together alot. Either way Winters said he had the first move, so he smiled and burst forward. his eyes began to glow Red as a decoy, he did use his Qi to see where the Hydrogen was in the air, but he did not strike any of it with his Qi to set it on fire, instead he sent in a simple right hook kick, with a snapping motion at the end to hopefully prevent grabs, it didn't even lesson the strike because the snap would happen before impact causing it to hit like a whip.

He had spent alot of time inspecting the way fire moves, starting at one point and moving through everything else, increasing in intinsity, but that wasn't all it did. The flame itself, what flows off the super heated area, flickers, like a whip, as if using the very air as a way to increase its speed in burning its target. which was how John morphed his Muay Thai style, he formed it into a copy of fire itself, making his own style of Muay Thai.

[Winters]

Training: Begin!

Ahh.. Jesus Christ.

Eyes were burning already. Intended to go all out, right from the start, did he? Alright then. Boxing stance held, ready to burst forward. He made a plan. For integrity's sake, he would stick through with it, glowing eyes or no.

Running up, after John had taken his third step, swung his arms rapidly, as if getting ready to tackle, a poor move, for his body's strengths and weaknesses. Then.. John Ong jumped.

..Shit.

Eyes never letting go of those glowing eyes, he had brought up his hands before his head in a defensive position. But the issue was that this was a weak guard, without the boxing gloves themselves.

--*SNAP*

..Could feel the air leaving his lungs, as the amazingly fast kick broke through his guard like a sword through paper, and pulled back out again. Staggering back, Johnathan was already breathing hard. The sheer intensity of it all. Had knocked him back a few feet. Bah. Gah.

Biting his bottom lip, his left arm guard dropped, while maintaining his right guard up at his eyes, his left arm began swinging.. hitman style.

However, he was not as talented as Thrush when it came to fighting, but it was the only style he knew of, aside from free style that had structure and order. Freestyle was better suited for a place with various materials, or against some punk on the street. No. Had to be serious against a serious style.

Leaning forward, while his feet began to move quickly, as he slowly encircled John, his eyes kept hawk-like perception on John Ong. Stopped biting his lower lip. Slowly just waiting. If John Ong decided to circle Johnathan as well, that would become another circle.. but again, Johnathan waited to attack. No. He was not a ferocious lion, unlike what Thrush's medallion indicated. No. According to Mr. Asiv... as it gleamed from around his neck, he was a wise Phoenix... or perhaps more accurately, a vulture. Either way, he kept the pressure, with his eyes.

Observing. Calculating. Keeping about a seven foot distance. Give him an opportunity. Get an opportunity in turn. Even the kick John Ong had dealt him had given him information, storing it away in his brain. It hurt. A lot. But it was also sharp, precise. Seeing how many hits he could take. And with that, mixing logic with instinct.

His left arm swinging dangerously from side to side...

"Ich warte auf Sie, Herr Ong."