More blood: more fun

[Orion]

"What do you mean some transfer freshman is fighting a senior?"
"Really! It's what I heard. Apparently the freshman just walked right up and hit him."

Two students were arguing a few hallways away from said fight scene. However, our concern is with the fight scene, not this side conversation. Let's go look at the fight.

At the fight, there was an eerie calm. Mostly because the crowd was backing away, and one of the two fighters was bleeding from multiple wounds, one of which was a stab to the stomach. Now how did he these cuts?

The senior was against the wall. Behind him was a window broken by the freshman early in the match. In the freshman's hands were two glass shards, both dripping blood. The freshman himself was a scary sight. His eyes were blood-red, and they were dancing with light, a sign of blood-lust in full force. His hair was a deep shade of blue, and an aura of the same color was around him. The term "aura" is loosely applied, because A. it's visible from a blue-glow, and B. it was empathic. The blood-lust was literally reeling from it, and everyone in the hallway could feel it. The weaker ones had succumbed and fallen unconscious, or had ran. The rest were just keeping themselves a goodly distance and fighting it down.

Shadow smiled. Blood was spilled: more blood will join that already spilled.

"So weak. I had been told that the people of 259 would put up more of a fight; that's what I heard from transfers to my old school of 552. But it looks like they were wrong. Oh well, I am here, and here I stay. That means, basically, that your all gonna die or be hospitalized for blood loss, as you'll all lose so much that there won't be enough blood to replace it!"

This last was shouted out, followed by a laugh, a laugh of cold evil that cut to the bone. The on-lookers backed up another step, and the senior's eyes widened with cold pure terror. Driven by desperation, the senior lunged forward, lashing out with a right straight. Shadow, still laughing, caught it with his left hand, allowing the glass shard to twist so as to stab straight into his opponent's hand. The senior let out a terrible scream, and Shadow moved his hand up to grab his opponent's wrist. With his right hand, Shadow grabbed the man by his shirt and, spinning, spun him around him once before releasing him out the window, still screaming. The screaming stopped abruptly when the man's head hit the ground.

Shadow, an insane look in his eye, turned to the on-lookers, picking up a new glass shard to replace the one lost when he had impaled the senior.

"Who's next? Who's next in line to donate some blood?"


The maniacal laughter sounded again.

[Krane Asiv]

((OoC: This fight will be statless as agreed over msn.))

Spike got word through his 12 Deadly Fists that there was a battle going on and it needed imediate attention. So Spike sent 8 of his 12 Deadly Fists to start moving people out nicely and slowly, Spike took steps out from the crowed when he arrived, noting the air, and the fact this blue guy had a.... Blue glow about him. That was different, but his intimidation factor seemed to be all he had for the moment. Berserk and out for blood was never the smart way to fight, esspecially if your goal is damage.

"I suggest you fight me, cause if you make a move of agression towards anymore students, I'll end you."

Spike shrugged his fathers coat from his shoulders. The coat hit the ground so hard the floor cracked and slightly shook. He took the power pole from his back and threw it backwards towards on of the 8. Spike's black hair was combed back as usual, his black eyes where also focused on the man doing the damage. He needed to be put down before he caused a riot. This kind of action would cause a seperation between the transfers and the other 259 students, considering the past events with 552.

Spike tightened the gloves on his hands, full finger black gloves with the roman numeral for 1 on the back of it. This kid would get the first move, since he was so feral and outraged, it was the smart thing to do, otherwise Spike would of already went after him. Yet like he had said if he made a move of agression towards anyone other than him, it would end quickly.

[Orion]

"I suggest you fight me, cause if you make a move of agression towards anymore students, I'll end you."

Shadow's eyes shifted to the new-comer.

"Another defender type? You guys crawl out of the fucking wood-work. Bad enough that Orion is one, now I have to deal with external defenders? Damnit, can't a man just spill blood in peace?"

Shadow reached down and grabbed another shard in his left hand while his opponent's coat dropped to the floor. Swiping it up, he flipped the one in his right hand into a back-hand grip while he straightened.

"Well, it doesn't matter. You all bleed and die the same. Wish it also worked on Orion... but that's something else. Now then, since you asked to die, I will gladly fulfill your wish."

Shadow threw the glass shard he had picked up, along with the one already in his left hand, at his opponent. (Now saying Spike cuz I'm lazy.) Meanwhile, Shadow was already running forward, his right arm bending at the elbow in preparation for a quick slash. If Spike dodged left or right, Shadow would alter his course and attempt to slash his opponent's wrist or thigh as deep as possible. Beyond that, he would improvise.

[Krane Asiv]

Spike smiled, projectiles. That was the first thing his Sudeki training prepaired him for. Spike raised both hands quickly crossing them infront of him to knock them away and to the two walls to his sides. Watching to see where the kid was going to slash, he was high, likely going to optamize damage in the upper body, so Spike waited, slide his left leg quickly to the left and shifted his weight to the side in a quick dodge, before reach to grab the elbow of the slashing arm while the kid was still in hsi forward momentum from the slash, pulling it down, twisting with both hands and lifting it behind the boy he would force the "glenoid cavity" to let the head of the humerous to slip causing a dislocation as he would hopefully cause the boy to flip over.

But as the kid would flip Spike would push with that same hopefully dislocated arm so the head of the humerous bone would rupture the subdeltoid bursa, the fluid protecting the shoulder joint. This would render any mid fight fixing of the dislocation useless as it would have no substance to keep it in place, even if the capsuler ligament is still intact it would likely only be able to hold it in place, any real use of the arm would be useless.

[Orion]

Damnit, so many freaking grapplers.

His opponent had dodged to the left, and Spike's left arm grabbed Shadow's right at the elbow. His right hand was also coming, but Shadow decided against letting his opponent do as he wish.

Shadow's left hand, which was, thankfully, close to his chest, grabbed Spike's right wrist in mid-movement, halting it and practically stopping the use of either of their arms. Shadow's forward momentum was now going to be used.

Stopping on his right foot, he lashed out at his opponent's right knee-cap with his left leg, in an attempt to break it with the combined energy of his forward momentum and his own strength. To add on to that, Shadow jerked both of his arms to his right, to pull Spike in closer at the same time he would strike, adding more force to the blow.

While this would leave his groin open for a cheap shot, Shadow wasn't worried. He had gotten rid of the effectiveness of that kind of trick a long time ago. If his opponent took the opening and hit Shadow there, then Shadow would respond in kind by bringing his left leg back to hit the ground and lash out with his right. Actually, he would do this anyway.

[Krane Asiv]

Spike thought it was rather amusing that the kid would grab his right hand, but he had no way of knowing what he was getting into. But as the boy jerked his arms away Spike would let go though the grip on his right arm would be what pulled him, but he used that, knowing the guy would use his legs or head. Since his head was still and unmoving he would be going for a kick, so spike would just lift his leg into the oncoming kick catching it on the shin halting its motion.

At that moment Spike wouldn't even have to concentrate, his right arm would burst into a black flame, the heat and force of his Qi would be enough to make the kid release his hand. If not the kid would just be hurting himself uselessly. Of course he would be watching the glass knife hand wondering how he wasn't cutting himself with the grip he had on it, but left that in the back of his head.

If he did let go Spike would take a step back and chuckle. A half smile on his face as his fingers curled into a claw form. This was the style Spike has always wanted to learn from his dad, anything this kid attacked with, would be ripped, torn, broken, or disjointed.