Bring her to me. (Sevren.)

[valekin]

The Serb stood in the main hallway. Some student was being held off the ground by his throat. Rage was boiling inside of Valekin. He was looking for Mishka. His one target in the world. And the boy wouldn't disclose information either way. It was his mistake really. He was going to get himself killed. The boy, freshman or senior, didn't know that Valekin was a born killer, hardened by war and his own losses.

"Eef you von't tell me vhere zhe eez, zhen you're no uze to me." The Serb said in his sexy accent. He choked the boy a little more, then twisted his own torso, took a step, and threw him to the floor. That knocked him unconcious. The violence had already begun, and Valekin had only been in town a day.

The Serb stood at nearly six feet. He was muscular, and wicked. The sable hair was long, nearly to his waist. His dark eyes glittered with the insanity of his religion lost. God had abandoned him. That's how he felt. And that's how he acted. Like a fallen. His trench coat was on the floor somewhere. Of course he wore the tell tale boots, and the gloves. It was only a matter of time before someone else got hurt.

[ubersex]

Eef you von't tell me vhere zhe eez, zhen you're no uze to me.

Sevren's ears had picked those words up as he had approched the crowd which seemed to be forming at the entrance of the school. He didn't know who it was, but the accent seemed like something out of a old, bad movie. As the savants gripped the floor, he made his way toward the front of the crowd, so that he could get a better look. It sucked being short. Though in the end, that didn't matter. The smaller he was, the easier it might be for him to escape certain things.

Those green eyes would soon catch sight of the Serbian. The smirk on his lips would soon fade. He didn't know who he was. But it seemed he was on a mission. What he aimed to do exactly, was still unknown to this freshman. But he was sure he would find out sooner or later. And by the way the boy seemed to man handle the other boy, he knew how to fight. Another thing that obviously caused Sevren to want to fight the boy even more. Stepping foreword, his always sarcastic tone could soon be heard.

"Ya know.. Maybe it would be easier to get information if you just asked around.. You don't have to throw people around like ragdolls.."

[valekin]

"Az eef I hadn't alreadee. You look like you vant a vite. I'll varm up on you bevore I get to 'er."

The serb said, cracking his knuckles. Though displays of raw strength weren't always his thing, he had no choice. No weapons mean he only had his strength, wit, and knowledge to work off of. He took his fighting stance. The adrenaline and euphoria that constantly gripped him in battle had begun to rush through him. He was ready.

Both arms were up in front of his torso. The fingers were clawed, ready to shift into a palm, or a fist. He figured that if he couldn't get answers, at least he'd get a good work out, and a place to start. Maybe the kid thought he was a nutcase, but that wasn't out of the ordinary. He alternated between which foot was on it's toes, to maximize dodging. The kid had no idea what he was dealing with. But the Serb didn't care, he might even take the boy under his wing if he put up a good enough fight.

[ubersex]

Az eef I hadn't alreadee. You look like you vant a vite. I'll varm up on you bevore I get to 'er.

"Uhh.. Yeah.. I 'Vant a Vite.. I guess..'"

Mocking as ever, he watched the odd boy gain his stance. He was bigger, heightwise. And it seemed like there was some kind of hardened aura about him. But Sevren wasn't scared. He rarely was. And just because thsi boy had done something Sevren himself could do, didn't make him all bit and bad. Most people would underestimate Sevren due to his size. That was a mistake. He wasn't going to lose just because of his size. If he was going to lose, it was because he was truly bested in battle.

Shrugging, Sevren would simply stand. His limbs limp by his sides. He was relaxed. And he was ready to react. But hey now! He didn't actually care if he had this fight! Don't get him wrong, he loved fighting. And he wouldn't object. but he sure as hell wasn't going to take the first move here. His eyebrows raising, his hands lifted a bit, palms facing upward as he pushed his shoulders up slightly.

"Hey now.. If you 'Vanna Vite, Zhen you can come geet me'"

[valekin]

A smirk cracked. He liked this kid. The Serb dashed, he was much faster than the boy would have anticipated. His right palm was sent towards the boy's solar plexus. That would knock him breathless. His stance was much lower now, more kung fu like. Legs spread, body turned, and head cocked. Valekin was quiet experienced. Everything was riding on his opponent's next move. His eyes glittered like a madman. Leg muscles were taunt, body tense. He had enough explosive ATP built up in his body for cellular respiration. His stamina would be endless if he didn't begin to lose blood.

This was vaguely like the fight he had with Xaier McCaine a long time ago in an alley. It ended in his victory. Xaier and he had been friends ever since. Good could come out of this, no matter the end result.

[ubersex]

The boy was fast indeed. Though it wasn't the fastest he had seen. And the distance between the two fighters, though it wasn't great, would give him time to prepare while his opponent sped toward him. Emerald orbs locked upon the boy's midsection. As always, he liked to select this place to watch more closely then others. Simply because it gave him a decent view of both his opponents lower-body, and upper-body. And, the midsection would react with most movements that someone tried to make. It often gave away opponents attempts at attacking.

And as his opponent had neared, and got into range, Sevren's right leg would have slide back behind his body as his left steadied a bit. Both arms lifted and folding across his body. Right arm higher, near his chest, while his left stayed lower, near the right side of his abdomen. Then came the palm. As fast as the Serbian was, Sevren had his guard up, and he had a good idea of what he could do at this time. The warrior's palm neared, and although he knew he wasn't as fast as this boy, he knew he had a good amount of strength to work with. His right arm which had been closer to his collarbone, would have swung as quickly as he could, at an upward angle. The chop-like attack wasn't aimed to do severe damage. No, it was aimed to simply deflect Valekin's strike.

His forearm would clash with Valekin's, and he hoped his strength would be enough to divert the blow, and knock it off course,also causing Valekin to lose a small amount of balance. Then the second part of his counter would come in. His body would shift, his left leg coming foreword, that left side of his also pushing foreword as that same side's arm would bullet toward his opponent's unguarded right side. He aimed to slam his knuckles into his opponents torso, just below he pectoral muscle, directly connecting with his ribcage, which protected that sides lung.

He felt confident about this. Though there was always the possibility that something went wrong.

[valekin]

Whenever something could go wrong, it did. And boy did it. The thing about Valekin was, he was experienced. Centripital force allowed him to take a small step with the opposite foot before the strike would fall, making the angled parry miss. This resulted in a High-g spin, making the alternate arm ball into a fist, and strike at his opponent's face. With the added force, it could easily dislocate the boy's jaw.

A grin played across his face. He was having fun again. He forgot how great a street fight could be. Especially with a teen, a reckless teen that threw his own health into the wind, and let the fates handle it. Just like himself. Save fate had worked a masterpiece on Valekin. The move he had just used, was called Shadow Claw. Basically a feign that resulted in heavy damage to an opponent.

"Entrais!"

[ubersex]

The fist connected with Sevren's jaw, and he felt it. It hurt and all, but he was far tougher then that. And he definitely wouldn't allow himself to go down with that blow. Nor would it even seem to phase him. He had been introduced to a new kind of pain w hen he had faced Hiroko. He felt that fight had been what he needed to learn what true pain was. And even that was overcomable. He didn't care what anyone said. He wasn't weak. In mind, heart or body.

And even though his head had been knocked back by the blow, he would simply let out a low, almost quite growl as the arm that had missed his chop simply changed course and went straight for Valekin's elevated arm. He aimed to grip it as his left leg slide back a bit more so he could keep his balance. The grip wouldn't really be the main attack. He was hoping that it was more of a distraction. He wanted to divert the boy's attention the best he could at this time.

With his left leg moving back, his right leg would have shot foreword quickly. He aimed to try and slam that knee directly into Valekin's midsection. And he hoped to dig it in deep. If the grip had succeeded, and the knee had also connected, he would then pull far off to the side, once again a attempt at sending Valekin off-balance. This time, Sevren's body would lean foreword a bit, his right elbow dropping in quickly to slam against the side of Valekin's head.

[valekin]

All that was needless. A wild grab for his arm? He followed through with the steps, and practically walked out of range to the side of the kid. Two quick pivots in quick succession brought him out of range. He had placed his left leg over his opponent's left leg, and grabbed for the boy's bicep with his right hand. The left had remained in it's stance position for a quick block.

Experience and speed seemed to dominate at the moment. Though with a roll of the dice, it could turn against Valekin. He was still wearing the smirk, and had already begun to improvise. Improvisation was the mark of a true warrior. Soon he'd be making techniques up as he went, and it would get more, and more dangerous, and damaging. It was only a matter of time now.

"I like your spark."

[ubersex]

I like your spark.

"Yeah, yeah.."

Eyes narrowing as his opponent quickly dodged his knee attack, and was now behind him. He was fast for sure. And it was slightly annoying. But Sevren never let himself be effected by such things. He knew that if he could connect a few times, he would have his opponent where he wanted. Though of course, his only problem now was connecting. At this time though, Adrenaline was surging through his body. That lovely feeling was what kept him going. He loved it. An adrenaline junkie all the way. And as soon as his right shoe pressed upon the ground, he would act.

His body would shift backwards quickly as he pushed hard against the ground with that right leg he had previously tried to knee the boy with. He aimed to throw his weight back suddenly, at the same time he would attempt to turn into Valekin's grip, and rip his arm downward. Strength would help him here as he aimed to drop his arm hard and fast, pull out of the boy's grip. And as he turned, he would soon be facing his opponent. A smirk of his own present upon his boyishly good-looking face. His head would head would move just as quick. And even though this boy was fast, the distance between the fighters would be little to none. His head would close in quickly as he aimed to slam his forehead against Valekin's chin, hard.

[valekin]

He'd never get the chance. This boy fell for feign after feign. As he began to move backwards to get away from him he had forgotten the way Valekin was positioned. At the boy's side. Not back. He brought his right knee up, and the boy would go tumbling to the floor. Valekin would pivot to be above him and duckwalk so that he would be straddling him. It was a thing he had done before, to one Farren. A pillar of 552.

The adrenaline flowed through Valekin as well. He was euphoric as well. The mood, the fight, it all brought the warrior out in him. The fighting machine. The killer.

That's right Falcon, break him...