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Post by Mercado on Mar 1, 2007 19:09:23 GMT -8
Yzal decided that today instead of camping outside in the school yard, he'd post up his sign in the lunch room.
------Fast Forward to present day------- (10minutes later)
Yzal slept on the table in the corner with his hands next to him with only his head actually on the table. His hands were hanging limply from his side as small invisible Zs were rising up slowly from the boy. This strategy was one he had employed before and had produced, though not favorable results, results nonetheless. He figured he might as well try the tactic in a different environment, and what better place then the lunch room.
Tables, chairs, and hardly any real space to gain any speed. A runner's worst nightmare basically. Yet Yzal thought it'd be fun to have to worry about hitting things while dodging punches that meant to hurt, if not break you.
Yet there was Yzal sleeping soundly with his sign sticking out like a sore thumb. Painted in big bold black letters was the words
Fight Meh!!!!!
And under those words in a small italic font size was the following words...
Wake the boy under this to do so. Thank you! ^_^
Yzal, not being a patient nor outgoing guy, simply slept till someone actually had a interest in him. He wasn't going to actually exert his energy in finding a opponent, that was just pointless, if not, a huge waste of time to him.
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Post by ubersex on Mar 1, 2007 19:31:59 GMT -8
Not sitting too far away from the slumbering boy, Sevren's mischievous side would soon arise. Having just finished his lunch, Sevren was simply waiting to have some fun until the bell rang. Having been bored enough to dismantle one of the many pens he had shoved randomly around his black messenger bag, he would soon slide a piece of paper from that same bag, and a smirk would be placed upon his boyishly good-looking face.
Taking a small bit of the paper into h is mouth, he took aim and let the first of wet paper wads fly. He was aiming to stick them to the boy's face. After the first one was let loose, he would load and fire a few more. He had saw the sign, and he knew what would happen when the boy awoke. And he was looking foreword to it as his foot tapped gently against the linoleum floor.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 1, 2007 19:45:47 GMT -8
Yzal was sleeping peacefully till he suddenly felt several wet things impact with his cheek. Yzal sleepily lifted his head up as he looked around for a second noticing a boy with a straw in and hand and smile to match. Yzal stretched his arm over his head as he let out a large yawn. He'd have to remember to revise his sign later. He didn't want more of this happening, now did he?
Yzal finally decided to clean off the spitballs as he cracked his neck. His tired expression didn't change. He simply pointed at the boy and then at himself wondering if the boy really did want to fight him. It didn't matter what his answer was regardless, because Yzal already decided in his mind he was going to kick this guy's ass.
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Post by ubersex on Mar 1, 2007 20:05:19 GMT -8
He continued to view the boy from a distance. And after he finally spotted Sevren, he proceeded to point to Sevren and then back to himself. Sevren would nod, that confident smirk still rested upon his lips as he slouched against the lunch table he currently sat at. He would drop the pen tube, and then lazily lift his right hand up, fingers waving the boy on as he watched carefully. This was his way of agreeing to fight the boy. Telling him to come. To try and take him out.
This boy would soon realize that Sevren wasn't so easy to take out. That it would take more then speed or strength to defeat him. It would take skill. Skill this kid could possibly have, but had not shown as of yet. He wondered just how long it would be before he found out. Hoping this kid wouldn't delay for too long, Sevren stared defiantly.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 2, 2007 12:53:18 GMT -8
Yzal let out a small yawn as he figured he might as well get on with it. Maybe the lunch room wasn't to smart of a location for a fight eh? Well it didn't matter anyway. The spectators would move back as soon as the fight got under way. Yzal stood up from his chair only to jump onto it, and then onto the table. He began to run across the table with his eyes never leaving the boy's face. Yzal figured he might as well try out something he had needed height to pull off, so he flipped into the air. As his body spun in a 360, Yzal planned to send a vertical slicing right kick straight into this kids head. Yzal was already tired of introducing himself to every fighter he fought, so he'd just do it later...if he had the chance.
OOC- (Basically i stood up, jumped on the chair i was sitting in, then got onto the table i was sitting at. After that, i started running along the tables toward you, and i jumped off of it (while vertically flipping in the air). After a 360 spin i brought down my right leg in a vertical striking kick aimed toward your head.)
I'm trying to be as clear as possible with my moves xD
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Post by ubersex on Mar 2, 2007 13:45:14 GMT -8
Sevren wasn't dumb. He wasn't one to just sit still when his opponent began to move. And as the boy pulled a few little maneuvers, and would be running at him on top of the table now, Sevren knew there was only a few things he could do. An aerial was most-likely, as the boy had the height, but even so, and aerial wasn't the smartest move to try and pull off, as it allowed one to be fully manipulated if someone took the initiative.
Eyes gazing calmly toward the incoming boy, Sevren would simply just wait and act when Yzal committed to whatever he planned on doing. Being on his feet now, he had quickly glanced at his surroundings. He didn't have a huge amount of room, but there wasn't anything really in his way at this time. He was sure he could come up with some kind of counter. And as the boy launched himself into the air, Sevren's smirk would hold ever present as he quickly calculated his options.
At the slightest hint of the boys body turning, Sevren acted. Instead of jumping to the side, or blocking, he aimed to meet Yzal's body before he even got his planned attack off. What he would do was simply rush foreword as the boy's spin began. Being in the air, there was no easy way for this boy to abort his attack. And Sevren would come into range just as Yzal's body had turned about 180 degrees. Basically, Yzal's back would be facing Sevren, and that smirk would widen slightly as he would attempt to pull off a rather damaging grab attack so early in the fight.
His right hand would attempt to reach and quickly snatch up the top of the kids rather large shirt, and pulled tight as his left hand would attempt to grip the back of the boy's pants. If the grab was successful, and he believed it would be, he would simply rotate with the boy as, manipulating him as he moved through the air, and then it would come. The quick, and sudden yank. Sevren's muscles would tense as he pulled and bent foreword slightly. The yank and bend would allow Sevren to basically pull the boy downward. The boy's head would be heading straight for the linoleum lunchroom floor.
It was almost like a power-bomb of sorts. Seeing that Sevren was relatively strong, and the boy didn't seem to weigh much at all, he felt he had a huge chance of success. He doubted the fight would be over right after this, but it was entirely possible. The boy would definitely be feeling some pain if his skull cracked off the unforgiving floor.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 3, 2007 7:00:40 GMT -8
(OOC: Hope that was clear.. If theres a problem, send me a message) <---ditto for me (and yes it was crystal clear) ( I wasn't in the mood to type but now that i got my music on...lets what i can get up XD)
As Yzal was only halfway into his flip, he felt two hands suddenly grab him. Yzal cursed at the weakness of his body. If only he was stronger he had a move in his mind that he could perfectly pull off. Using his free legs, he would wrap them around the boy's neck. So when Yzal would impact with the ground, he would instead plant his hands on it, and pull the boy forward with his legs. Yzal's stomach would then be on the floor, while the boy's head who was between his legs, would be the head that got crushed onto the floor. Yet, with Yzal's current skills, that was impossible. His legs could wrap around the boy's head, but his hands couldn't possibly pull off what he'd wanted. They'd just wind up broken.
Yzal looked around everywhere trying to figure out something that would prevent his painful destiny. Unfortunately, nothing was even as remotely feasible as his first idea was. Yzal thought that protecting his head was something he could at least do instead of just taking the full forward of the slam. Yzal covered the top of his head with his forearms, but even that wouldn't provide much protection from a full on power bomb now would it?
As soon as Yzal's arms touched the floor the impact seemed to have just gone right on through them and straight to his head. Yzal's eyes went pure white as his mouth opened to yell a breathless scream, while his body went completely limp. There wasn't a counter attack coming, he had just had his head slammed senseless into the ground. Surviving, let alone recovering from something like that would be difficult in its own sense. So there was Yzal just....hanging there in the boy's grasp. Unable to move, unable to speak, just as useless as a rag doll.
OOC- oh ya, fights not over XD....i just cant do anything right now XD
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Post by ubersex on Mar 4, 2007 12:40:56 GMT -8
Everything had gone as he wished, and soon enough his opponent's body had slammed against the hard linoleum floor, and then he went limp. For a second, a scary thought shot through his mind. He was almost afraid that he may have just killed the kid. Sure, he was a fighter, but he was no killer. He never aimed to kill someone when he was fighting them over something so simple. His hands would slip from his opponents cloths, and he would bend over slightly, and grip the front of his shirt.
After looking him over for a bit, he would notice the boy was still breathing. A smirk crossed his face once again, and he knew the boys brain had been jolted there at this time. And he knew he wasn't going to be able to fully react for a few good minutes. Hell, it would have done some kind of permanent damage for all he knew. Sevren considered stopping. But he quickly decided that he couldn't do that. He would have to make sure the boy was completely out before he left him be. After all, he wanted this fight. Sevren would be sure to bring a good one too him.
His left hand would attempt to grip the front of the boy's shirt as he lay there upon the ground. And thats when he would give a quick, hard tug. Aiming to bring the boy's upper-body upward, and at the same time, Sevren's right fist would have formed and shot straight downward to slam right against the boy's nose. He was sure if he hit, the boy would feel it, and it was entirely possible that the boy he was fighting would come around once he felt it. This thought only made Sevren want to inflict more damage. He wanted the boy to awake from his daze, and fight him to the best of his ability..
But if he couldn't get up.. It was entirely understandable.. After all, his body outline had basically been indented into the floor. He was sure he was in his own little world at this time.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 4, 2007 19:36:57 GMT -8
OOC- sorry...i don't feel like retyping ALL the details i had in my previous one i had written that i lost. So this is short and straight to the point.
Yzal regained his senses of the world around him slowly, but was helped along by the boy pull Yzal up.Yzal looked around the room and with his limping head glanced at the boy's crotch.
~Thats it!~
No sooner then when Yzal regained his vision, and control of his head, did he notice the boy pull his arm back to throw a punch toward Yzal.
~Shit!~ Thought Yzal as he threw his head forward and down toward his chest. His large T-shirt, which the kid was holding to pull him up, allowed his head to slip down, which would make the kid's punch sail where his head would formerly be.
Simultaneously, so that the boy would be preoccupied with pounding Yzal's would be face, Yzal pulled back his leg, into his stomach like a fetal position but only with one leg, closest to the boy, and shot it straight toward the boy's crotch. While the boy was looking at Yzal's face, Yzal would nail him in his jewels. If his shot land, Yzal would kick him again and again down there till the boy had passed out. Yzal didn't have the fortitude to continue fighting much longer, so he had to try and end this quickly.
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Post by ubersex on Mar 4, 2007 19:54:36 GMT -8
Having pulled the boy's upper body upwards when he yanked on that shirt, his fist wouldn't have to be thrown too far. And seen as the boy had tucked his head into h is shirt as Sevren had pulled his arm back, he had plenty of time to abort his attack. The boy hadn't done the smartest thing either, as he had just basically lost all vision, having tucked his head inside his shirt like a fucking ninja turtle and his shell.
Sevren's eyes would pick up the moment of the boy's leg, so as soon as he had stopped throwing his punch, he had began to twist and pivot on his feet. The first kick the boy sent would instead connect with Sevren's leg, and it would cause him so spin a bit faster, only making it easier for him to accomplish his next attempt at an attack. As he spun back to face the boy, now almost all the way around on the other side, closer to the boy's head this time, his right leg would swing back, and then be bulleted foreword. He obviously was trying to soccer kick the kid in the back of the head, knowing full well that boy would take a huge amount of damage for it.
And there was a large chance of success with this one as well, because he would not have let go of the boy's shirt, the twist he had performed would simply wind the shirt tighter, and make it so much harder for the boy's head to pop back out. Also for the fact he was now pretty much behind the boy's field of view anyways.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 5, 2007 4:20:42 GMT -8
Bells inside Yzal's head screamed 'abort abort'! As his kick didn't have the effect intended and now he couldn't see where the kid was attacking from. He tried to raise his head but the boy's grip and twist on the shirt prevented that. Now Yzal was no genius, but being sightless in his shirt against a boy who was still proceeding to pound his face in after being power bombed....ya...he was in trouble. He had to escape the evil shirt prison, and he had to hit this guy somewhere, where it hurt....alot.
In one quick motion, Yzal raised his arms up, and rolled forward, allowing his large T-shirt to basically slip off of him. Without his sight though, Yzal couldn't throw a effective counter attack toward the boy. He would instead roll twice and quickly scan the room for the boy while on the defensive.
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Post by ubersex on Mar 5, 2007 16:31:35 GMT -8
Sevren's ever-present smirk didn't faulter. It kept strong upon his tannish face as his emerald orbs continued to remain locked upont he boy upon the ground. He had trapped the boy successfully, but before his kick could connect, the boy had pulled off a rather quick and clever dodge. He rolled foreword and slipped from the large shirt which he had been wearing, and Sevren was still gripping.
The boy would roll, and Sevren would follow. He wasn't about to just back off now. No, he would pull himself into position and he would become relentless. He wouldn't stop until this boy gave up. Admitted that Sevren was better. And as the boy rolled, and he finally stopped. Sevren would have already been right behind him. His left foot slamming against the ground as his right knee would be sent like a god damn missle, aimed to slam right against the boy's lower back. Arms bent and held at the ready, just waiting to counter, or even attack.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 6, 2007 18:19:27 GMT -8
Yzal heard the boy's quick steps moving behind him as he came out of his roll. Now, Yzal didn't have to be a genius to figure out that this guy was simply on another level then he was. The only reason Yzal probably wasn't dead yet, was because Yzal had trained his body to take more punishment then most did, but he was still human regardless. If this dragged on, this kid would seriously kill him.
Yzal quickly rolled to his left out of the boy's approaching steps, narrowly avoiding the boy's downward thrusting foot. As soon as Yzal heard the impact of the boy's foot hitting the floor, he whipped his head over toward the spot where he just was. A small crater, maybe a inch or two deep, was now imprinted into the hard lunchroom floor. Okay, this just reinforced his theory that Yzal would just wind up dead if this guy did another power bomb on his ass. He was still hurting from that last one, and it even hurt to move.
"Woah man! I....I....I give up....." He spoke reluctantly yet quickly. He didn't want the guy to rush at him like he just did. Yzal liked being able to walk and run like regular people did. He didn't want to end up a vegetable in a hospital bed which, if he continued this fight, was going to happen.
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Post by ubersex on Mar 6, 2007 19:52:59 GMT -8
Sevren's foot crashed into the linoleum floor. The floor gave way and as the tiles cracked, Sevren's head followed the boys rolling body. He was ready to charge. He was ready to keep going. His chest rising and falling at an elevated rate. The blood had been pumping, and the feeling he so loved, so treasured, had been surging through his body. He had turned, and was already bending toward the boy, ready to charge, when he saw the boy look at him, and heard his words.
Woah man! I....I....I give up.....
The smirk upon Sevren's face simply widened as he stopped his foreword movement, and stood up straight. His hands would clap a few times before he stepped foreword once again. His gloved right hand would shoot down fast, and he would present it before the boy. An offer to help him stand. If he wanted to stand.. After all, he was sure he was hurting.
"Smart.. I was afraid I'd hospitalize you if you kept up with it.."
His words slightly cocky as always. Really though, he was impressed with the boys determination to try and keep up with him. Sure, Sevren wasn't the fastest boy, but he had strength, and he could take a sevrere beating before he was through. And as the adrenaline faded, he longed to keep it there. But no, once again he would just have to wait for the chance to fight another. He waited for the boy to take his hand. If he didn't, Sevren would shrug it off, and then walk away.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 6, 2007 20:31:15 GMT -8
~What...?~
The boy was giving him a hand? This couldn't be the same boy who was trying to kill him just moments ago...could it? If the boy attacked Yzal now though, Yzal would be dead. He didn't have the energy to keep fighting. That first blow took basically everything out of him in one shot, and for the reminder of the fight Yzal was working on reserves.
"Smart.. I was afraid I'd hospitalize you if you kept up with it.."
~....Bastard....~ Thought Yzal as he accepted the boy's hand to pull him up.
"You don't have to rub it in...." Yzal said sheepishly at the boy. Ya he had lost, but Yzal couldn't match this boy in anything...he had to get better...stronger....faster...But Yzal would beat this kid....one day.
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