Prologue to the End

[Quest Character]

ooc: Going to Continue with the attack since you neglected to mention it either way Brad. Auto Hit

Edmund was a relentless bastard and as Kiyoshi lashed out to kick out his internal disposition the boy's instincts would kick in shifting so that the kick would be impacting on his abs. Quickly those flailing hands focusing around the ankle and twisting it with a forceful jerk. One hand at the calf while the other at the very ankle twisting it to break the ankle entirely so that he'd need to apply as little presure as possible to keep such an injury in tact.

Rolling out using the kick applied by Kiyoshi as support that grip on the boy's calf would turn about tossing him out into the street where and oncoming car would impact him. The sound of shattering metal and glass could be heard but it'd not stop as Edmund pursued his initial contact. The right hand clutching down around the boy's neck forcing to cut off whats left of his airways while the left hand surged beneath the boy's guard to tear at his lower ribcage pulling at the grip he'd been given until he'd hear the snap.


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"I'm with this kid. Pack your bags and jet. If you are peddling Reaper then you need to leave now."

A disconcerned reaction completely unphased by the tough guy. Or so Conquest would refer to him as. Mr. Tough Guy chosing sides and drawing a line in the sand. Certainly was cute when you had nothing more than what concerned in front of you. However there were bigger things at play.

"Such a nasty word Peddling."

Conquest would taunt in return as he lifted a hand observing his poorly manicured hand. As for the concerns of battle, Conquest had yet to been exposed to it, as it were Edmund had things fairly wrapped up at the moment. The instigator in a makeshift tomb while the hero on the edge of being torn to shreds while Mr. Tough Guy. That mile long stare could be infantile rage for all Conquest cared. The man conceiled himself by leaning against the wall watching as the cripple had.

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Edmunds Stats:
Str: 70 +4 = 74
Dex: 75 +4x2 = 158
Con: 125 +4 = 129
Int: 70 -7 = 63
Wis: 70 -7 = 63
Cha: 10
*Currently Addicted to Reaper and Nymph*

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Noticing the shift in position and the hands of the worthless crap sack drug addict move toward the attacking leg, Kiyoshi was well aware that his leg was in danger of being broken. Anyone who’d seen several fights in this system would know that was the likely course of action. Normally someone would try to escape or avoid this in some manner, which was a good strategy when either respecting your opponent or on equal footing. This was definitely not this case in this situation, thus Kiyoshi wasn’t about to back down when the druggie went to clamp down on his leg.

Diving right into the thick of things, Kiyoshi lept off the planted leg toward the crap sack he was fighting. He quickly stretched out his hands toward the guy’s head to get a good grip for the second part of his attack, the first being that when his hands arrived at the man’s skull the thumbs would dig out the eyes. It doesn’t matter how strong someone is if they can’t see. The second part was driving the knee of his plant leg that had been used to propel him skyward into the face of Crap sack, striking the nose in particular. That was one of the advantages of being smaller, it was easier to compress your body for such attacks. Now little was done to prevent the freak’s attempt to break that ankle, however one ankle for a pair of eyes and broken nose with the possibility of driving it into the brain and killing the worthless piece of crap was well worth it.

[Jayr Byrne]

Trigger Finger

Jayr didn't know what was going on, at least for the most part. Cornered between the wall, street and Conquest she now stood a deciding factor in this assortment. One could have just taken the high road and walked out on the bunch but she didn't have that luxury in the position she stood much less she couldn't allow for this to happen now seeing the effects that took their toll on both Edmund and the targets he was assailing.

"Such a nasty word Peddling."

Jayr would lunge off taking the moment of surprise as the man's back was to her. Hurtling from her position to clock him in the side of the head with an elongated kick so that if contacted he'd be smashed into the wall. Rolling about her right elbow would ram into his spine to send him on his knees before the allies she would otherwise find in this contestation.

"No more."

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Strength: 82+16 = 98
Dexterity: 95+16 = 111
Constitution: 92+16 = 108
Intelligence: 66
Wisdom: 84
Charisma: 158+2 = 160

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Sol: 1/5
Pyre: 1/16
Bokken: 0/2

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew wasn't far behind Jayr in this instance, he came from the front as Jayr came from the back. Likely the dealer would be focused on the threat he could see, which would be Mathew coming straight on. If that allowed Jayr's attack to land and the dealer did indeed end up on his knees Mathew would kick his leg out straight, sparta style to try and kick the dealer square in the face.

If however the dealer decided to try and counter Jayr's attack and turned his back to Mathew to deal with the young woman he would find Mathew's knee smashing in to his back, his hands reaching out to grab the dealers shoulders and pull him back so that his body was arched backward as the blade of Mathew's knee dug in to his back.

Either way the dealer was going to have to think fast or be in for a world of hurt. Despite what Edmund had obviously wanted it seemed that the students on campus didn't want him or his crap on the school grounds.

[Brad White]

(OOC: Gave the hit, but continuing to try and grab on while Kiyoshi is forcing himself in the way seems a bit implausible.)

When the kick from the other guy failed to knock away Edmund as it most likely had intended Brad quickly grew concerned, and a failing arm struck him in the neck. That kick looked like it had a lot of force behind it and for Edmund to seem mostly unfazed and trying to throw it aside was slightly awe inspiring. Was Edmund really that strong or was whatever drug pumping him up, Brad didn't know but either way he didn't like it.

As Edmund failing arms went from attacking him to turning the kick he had just taken away, the other guy didn't seem to want to let the happen and for all intense a purposes lunched himself at Edmund. The guy had practically put himself completely in the way now, and Brad back off a hand nursing his neck, that could have been a lot worse had the guy not continued to try and stop him.

That failing arm hurt like hell, even with what appeared to be no skill behind it. Still nursing his neck with his hand, Brad darted away from the door to the side and tried to get in to the open as Edmund would be too distracted by Kiyoshi not giving up and letting him through. Once in the open, he would turn back to see how the two ended up after the continued brawl and raise his arms ready to protect himself. Putting up with the pain in his neck he knew that so far it seemed that the boy was gunning to harm him.

[Quest Character]

It would seem as though the small Asian kid felt the need to fight brute force without so much the meaning behind it. His tactic implied head-on brutal necessity to put his enemy down, something that was not easily attained against a monster like Edmund. The slide and attempted assault would be halted as Edmund simply extended the bredth of his arm. The long lanky tree branches otherwise halting Kiyoshi's movements dead in their tracks as though it was nothing. His arms outranging Kiyoshi's so that assault on his eyes would be negated.

His glazed eyes surveying that the delayed moment where the car passed was unfortunate but there was still plenty of ground to go around. A quick thrust and he'd bury Kiyoshi in two feet of cement and gravel before picking him up once again and beating him into the ground like a ragdoll. As for his initial target, otherwise ignored.

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*Smack*

Conquest felt his head impound into the stone wall that housed the garbage bins, finding that his head went through it in fact leaving with gravel in his hair and ears the pain splicing above his eyebrow staining his sight with blood.

Though the power of his ring activating quickly to blur around and raise his left hand to catch her elbow mid lash. A quick twist to drop the girl to her knees before kicking her with his left foot weakly to distance her from his position. Another blur coming to aid her from behind, or rather beside him now as his blurring speed went to work enacting this to be a level playing field.

Hands coming to his shoulders but at this obscure andgle all conquest needed to do was duck lightly lowering his center of gravity mere inches as he'd jut his right fist upward. That extra inch he posessed in reach jabbing for the center diaphram right beneath the ribs. A punch as hard as he could muster could knock the air out of the strongest man.

Spinning about with his speed employed into his other fist, Conquest's left fist would pound into Matthew's lower jawbone close to the neck to the point if followed through would hit his juggular and launch him through the very same stone wall he'd been put through earlier.

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Edmunds Stats:
Str: 70 +6 = 76
Dex: 75 +6x2 = 162
Con: 125 +6 = 131
Int: 63 -7 = 56
Wis: 63 -7 = 56
Cha: 10
*Currently Addicted to Reaper and Nymph*


Conquest's Stats:
Strength: 160
Dexterity: 150
Constitution: 80
Intelligence: 55
Wisdom: 60
Charisma: 1

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ooc: People should most definitely post >_>

Jaus hadn't been the one to notice that crazed kid running through the halls. Who would? In a state of heightened alertness your senses tended to dim something soldiers in the field of battle could understand quite well. One didn't jump every time someone said bomb if you know what I mean.

The boys running past him would've gone entirely unconcerned until he made it to the roof to take a look at the surrounding area. At the front, subtle peace. Normalcy was a hard thing to attain especially here. At the back, the drastic opposite. Warriors poised in a pair of 2v1 matches. Jaus would smile taking admiration in the fact until noticing that the fights were concerning.

The one near the street side hosting a crazed boy looking to be tearing one of the kids apart while fending off another. The other, calm collected taking on the other two at a speed almost unrecognizable.

Something was wrong.....

Large brawls were never quite so clean cut. Or so he'd been led to imagine. Stepping off the roof atop the ledge Jaus would inch closer, and closer for a good view where he could figure the steps to go from there.