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Post by jacob on Mar 10, 2007 20:40:13 GMT -8
A tragedy had hit Public High School #259 this very day, and tears were being shed, blood was being spilt. It was one small action that triggered the deadly event, and people all around the hallway was suffering from this event. Students bashing their fists into other students, and the defenseless and pointless side characters crying for them to stop this horrible violence. It was a sad even indeed, and it was all caused by one man. It was one horrible man that made all of this come true, and he was soaking in every second of his art being displayed all over the hallway. He treated each second like he was in the heavens, a grin spread wide across his face, and his eyes storming around the area admiering his own art.
Who was it who caused this horrible and deadly brawl going on in the hallway? None other than fatman Darren, who was taking pleasure in what he did. All it took was him throwing mash patatoes at somebody, and blaming another kid for doing, that was how it was all started. The actions were hideous, but that wasn't the bad part!
Our main character Jacob was just walking along, minding his own business, and he turned the corner of the hall to see the mess being displayed right before his eyes. Both of them looked dully on the scene, and he was frozen, almost like he was just hit by shock or something of the sort. Bodies were flying everywhere, lockers denting at every location. Yells were screeching out over all the other loud noises, and the weeping of those on the floor on the body ground made the bass cord of this sadistic chorus.
"I could of lived without seeing this."
Jacob simply thought, turning around just as uninterested as he was when he turned the corner. He made his way back to the previous hallway, and then took a lean against some lockers, he was going to give it five minutes before it all ceased, then he would continue on his way to the nearest water fountain. It wasn't like he needed to worry too much about getting in trouble, he already proved to his teacher that he was a far greater match than him, Jacob was no weak person.
"Sure, I could just go in there and clear things up myself, but that would just waste needless energy and might waste more time instead of saving it. I wish there was something to do though."
And so Jacob was waiting lazily for everything to clear up, talk about a boring way to spend the time.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 10, 2007 22:45:21 GMT -8
As it so happened, the second player in our story was also coincidentally caught up in the same situation. Not being as leveled headed as the first player in this game, he was already quite involved with the action. Skipping the pleasantries, as they are a story in itself, Yzal was already dodging the random blows of multiple punches being thrown his way. He had to keep his eyes open however, for that was really the only way he knew something was coming. He hadn't learned how to predict how people would move yet, and instead just used his speed to react to what they would do next. Given the present situation he was in now, it was starting to be really hard to do that.
One duck here, one jab there, it was every bit as chaotic as a random brawl in a hallway would be. Now Yzal didn't want to admit that he was actually enjoying beating the crap out of random kids, but....he really was enjoying beating the crap out of random kids. A twinkle flashed in Yzal's eyes as soon as they landed on a kid who had just turned a corner not to far from the battleground. Instinctively Yzal instantly turned his attention to the boy and charged to grab the boy's face with his right hand and slam it into the wall behind him.
The whole hallway was a blur.....
Adrenaline pumping...
Heart racing.....
Yzal's mind was on nothing but the pleasure he was taking in what he was doing. He was in the zone...the place where the pain he felt was dulled, and his more instinctual habits took over. He wanted to keep it going....to keep it going on as long as he could.
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Post by jacob on Mar 11, 2007 7:27:18 GMT -8
Jacob didn't even take notice in the crazy guy charging him, all he did was close his eyes, and let his head tilt up toward the ceiling for the moment. It was almost like he was warped out of this world, yet he knew everything going on, he had excellent hearing when he was actually focusing on it, and he could easily hear the foot steps going toward them. Why? Because they were uncontrolled, and the closest thing toward him, after all, it wasn't like he was actually in the hallway of violence, just next to it. As it closed in, Jacob quickly locked onto the thought pattern, not much help for the moment, but it gave him the idea that he was going to be attacked.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Jacob's left leg quickly lashed out into the air, the leanig position Jacob was in quickly leaving, and his head going back down both eyes shooting open. It was right when the guy got into his kicking range, and it was being aimed to hit him hard in the stomach. Since Jacob gave no signs of actually knowing he was there, this would most likely take this guy by heavy surprise, and it would take someone with a lot of fighting experience to be able to figure out that some people can actually fake being weak and innocent. The kick was sent at full power, wanting to let this guy know what he was getting into before anything else at the moment. Of course, he had the lockers behind him as support in case anything with the kick would go wrong.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 11, 2007 10:06:23 GMT -8
Yzal's mind was a complete blank. No strategy, no plan. Nothing. He was simply working on the blood lust that filled his body. He didn't even take into account that the boy who had closed his eyes didn't seem to register that he was there. It was plain as day that Yzal was going to attack the boy. He's footsteps quickly hitting off the floor as he continued to quickly run toward the man.
Now, when the guy's foot shot out to strike him in , Yzal couldn't just hop to avoid it. They were two forces on a collision course with one another, and stopping his run was also not a possibility. Yzal quickly threw his hands in front of him to take the force of the hit. Moving at the speed he did, and hitting something that was moving at the speed HURT. It stopped Yzal in his tracks, and numbed his hands in the process, but he didn't take no more than a second. Yzal quickly shook his hands slightly to regain the feeling in them and juked to his left while quickly moving to attack the boy before he could respond.
He brought up both his hands in front of him for defense, and planned to use his left hand to grip the boy's head on the right side and slam it into the ground on his left. He was to close to the wall to slam it there, so Yzal would jump slightly if his hand got a hold on the boy's head and use Yzal's weight to push him into the hard floor below.
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Post by jacob on Mar 11, 2007 10:14:30 GMT -8
Letting his leg drop down to ground after the attack, Jacob only stared dully at the guy not being interested by his speed at all. It was a definite fact that he has seen faster, and there for his eyes had no problem keeping track of him. He made a very simple move, all he did was do one of his famous dirty tricks, and this one was him spitting into the air, letting the saliva go on a one way course toward the kid's eye. It would serve as a distraction that would most likely throw off whatever he was going to do to Jacob, and leave a nice opening. Of course, if it didn't work, Jacob had plenty of other cards up his sleaves that he could play to manuever around it, he had already formulated some back up plans toward this situation. He was a quick thinker at times.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 11, 2007 10:33:36 GMT -8
The spit that the boy uhh...spit into his eye, went right on target. If Yzal had been consciously thinking how disgusting that was, he would have stopped, cried out in completely and absolute distaste at what the boy had resorted to, and run to the bathroom to wash out the spittle. Instead, when it hit the boy's eye, Yzal closed the eye it went into, and kept right on course. This time the distance (which was only the length of Jacob's leg) alot smaller than it had previously been. Oh...he was going to enjoy pummeling this boy into the cold waxed floor of #259.
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Post by jacob on Mar 11, 2007 10:40:56 GMT -8
When the arm grabbed onto Jacob's head, he didn't budge, instead, Jacob leaned toward the direction the arm was going on, and if the arm was going to continue grabbing, then Jacob's own right arm would grab the wrist of Yzal's arm to give him support. Due to being stronger, it gave Jacob absolutely no problem keeping stable, and for right now, they would in what would seem to be a deadlock, since Jacob would only be giving back as much pressure as was being applied to him. Why? Because if this guy let go, then he would go flying the other direction and go off balance if he gave anymore force to it, thus why he had to be safe about what he was doing, and had to judge it correctly. No worries though, Jacob was definitely going to follow up, he just had to make sure this guy wouldn't back out last second.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 11, 2007 11:02:15 GMT -8
Well..that was unexpected to say the least, but just a minor set back. Yzal decided to use the boy's tactic against him and quickly spit into the guy's eye. The kid was fast, he had shown that in his attack...or defense, if you thought about it. But Yzal was obviously the faster of the two. Yzal quickly twisted counter clockwise on his left leg while sending the knee of his right leg into the crotch of the boy, while he was preoccupied with the spit that was flying straight toward him.
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Post by jacob on Mar 11, 2007 11:10:37 GMT -8
Jacob didn't waste any time, as soon as he got support by grabbing on Yzal's wrist, he quickly used it to shift his body where he could shoot forward with a hard left fist going right toward the guy's face. Unfortunately, he would also be getting a big wad of saliva being spat right onto his knuckles, and that would not be a good thing later for the appearance obsessed fighter. For now though, the first was being aimed to him him in the mouth, both of his legs shuffling as close as possible as he could get to Yzal. Why? Because he has been in this situation many times, and he knew the best way to avoid any unwanted kicks that would be sent otherwise. This strategy was commonly used by Jacob for one reason. What? To make it an all out slug fest with his opponent, and make it a baddle of hand to hand blows until the weaker link is forced to retreat. This punch was Jacob's attempt to hopefully get this guy to back off a few feet not really wanting to sacrafice the risk, but if it didn't, Jacob would be well prepared to continue on with his assault.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 11, 2007 11:24:11 GMT -8
Yzal didn't even have to look down to know that his kick didn't connect. Two clear indicators was that one, his foot hit some hard, which someone's private spot wasn,t and secondly the boy wasn't on the ground crying in pain. Yzal couldn't predict what a boy could do next, but when he saw the boy shift his body into attacking with his left hand, that was a clear enough signal of what the boy was going to do. Yzal reflexively ducked when the punch was sent, making sure he was clear out of the path. He wasn't going to back away though. With the boy moving his hand that was on Yzal's wrist to shift his body into a attacking position, and his left hand sailing cleanly over Yzal's head, it should have left the kid completely open.
Yzal quickly moved under the arc of the boy's punch, making sure not to rise from his duck. He positioned his right hand's fingers to be in the shape of a V (the index and middle finger) and shot it out toward the boy's eyes. Yzal made sure to keep his legs ready just in case he would need them for a follow up attack or counter.
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Post by jacob on Mar 11, 2007 11:28:56 GMT -8
All Jacob would do was raise his head up, since Yzal was ducked down, he would have to extend his right arm to make sure that the whole eye poke thing would work, and there for gave Jacob that needed time to move up. Plus, it would also need to go in an upward position, so pretty much the two fingers would be hitting his chin, not too deadly since it was just two fingers. Jacob still wasn't wasting time, he would quickly use his already recovering left fist to grab another one of Yzal's wrists, this time it was going to be his right one, and if that worked, they would truly be in a dead lock with each other. Also, Jacob would push forward to let his left foot step onto Yzal's right foot, this made both of their bodies so close, that they couldn't use much for kick situations either.
Of course, it was scratchy, and Jacob was now going more off impulse since he couldn't really think too clearly under these situations. Still, if he could get it into a dead lock for now, he would be happy.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 11, 2007 10:37:22 GMT -8
Again....his attack failed. Yzal wasn't discouraged tho,he still had his legs available. Yzal suddenly felt a foot press down on his right foot. Well that left his left foot, and that wasn't very useful now was it? Especially with both of them this close, unless one of them studied gymnastics or something...but neither of them looked like the sought. Yzal eyes screamed in anger at the boy's hold. Out of spite, with the boy's spittle still slightly lingering in his own eye, Yzal spit into the guy's eye. It wasn't like he could do alot more than that now. It was only a gesture to show he still bared his fangs at the guy restraining him.
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Post by jacob on Mar 11, 2007 10:45:52 GMT -8
Every limb was being occupied, this situation happened many times before in Jacob's life, especially in his fights with Tiel, there was only one thing left to do. It was a pain resorting to this, a real pain, but sometimes you just had to make sacrafices, and Jacob wasn't wasting a second to make his. Quickly bending back as much as he coudl without using his legs, he launched his head forward full force right toward Yzal's head. It was the famous head butt, of course, the saliva drooling fiend he was going against seemed to send another wave which would now be hitting Jacob's head... GROSS! Still, with Jacob's plan, he was hoping to slam hard into Yzal's nose, also stunning him a bit because head butts... HURT! Both people of course, but it would hurt the receiving end more than the giving end.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 11, 2007 12:49:47 GMT -8
Now, remember when Yzal stated that he couldn't predict attacks? Well that is a true fact. When he sees a opponent who is slower than him prepare for a attack, he just responds as he sees. Now when he a position like they were in, what else could the boy have been preparing for? A headbutt of course. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, no of course not. Nor did it take a genius to figure out who was stronger then the two. If that headbutt would connect, Yzal would be in some serious pain. But that wouldn't happen if Yzal had something to say about it.
He simultaneously brought his left leg behind his right leg for support so he wouldn't lose his balance when he quickly ducked down to avoid the painful smash against his forehead. As soon as the boy's head lost the momentum that he meant to use to hurt Yzal, Yzal would push forward on his left leg toward the boy, while rising up. He meant to hit the boy hard under his chin, or at least in his face, before he could fully recover from throwing his head forward. It would be hard for him to pull back that fast considering that Yzal was almost twice his speed.
If the boy boy pulled back, that would be why he pushed forward into the boy. He meant to give the boy no means of escape. He couldn't exactly move back much anyway, given the wall behind him and all.
(OOC-He meant to him hard under the chin with his head XD)
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Post by jacob on Mar 11, 2007 12:56:33 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Yzal, he was actually a puppet at this very moment in time, and do you want to know why he was a puppet at this very moment of time? It was because Jacob had control of two very important strings, and that was his arms. When Jacob's headbutt missed, being the logical man he was, he knew that the only thing Yzal could do was counter by moving up and trying to hit him, but it wouldn't be what Yzal's head would be hitting. No, Jacob would quickly send both of his arms to cross over each other right in front of face. That wasn't the magnificent thing about it though, the cool thing was, it would send both of Yzal's arms UNDER his! Just think, his head slamming up into his own forearms instead of the actual target? It was genius! Plus, it would send Yzal into a very uncomfortable position, while Jacob could just lean all of his weight downard there for crushing Yzal under his weight.
You know, Jacob may of lakced speed in this fight, but he was was so resourceful, he didn't need it.
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