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Post by jacob on Mar 12, 2007 15:48:27 GMT -8
The smirk only widened on Jacob's lips, this guy didn't know when to take a chance to give up. Not many people did. If it was Jacob, he would of gladly taken the offer, that was if he was on the losing side, which rarely happens. Anyways, with the attack, Jacob would act very swiftly about it. The right punch was a major mistake, it left him without a guard. With that said, Jacob would quickly bend his knees letting himself duck under the punch with ease. It wouldn't be much longer before he would then shoot out his right arm himself, thrusting it to wrap around Yzal's neck. If that would work, the choke hold would be applied, and things would be looking really good for Jacob.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 12, 2007 16:10:39 GMT -8
Well...this was bad. Yzal knew he was being rash by just charging toward the guy without a plan, but it wasn't like he could really do much else.
"Let me go you fucking pervert!"
Weak? Yes he knew. It was all mostly out of spite. Coincidentally, Yzal hadn't said a coherent sentence to this guy yet. Wasn't that just weird? Usually by now he would have said something other then cursing the boy out, but he was angry, hurt, and desperate. And again, baring his teeth against this boy seemed like his only defense seeing as all his attempts at a defense and offense alike were crushed.
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Post by jacob on Mar 12, 2007 16:37:39 GMT -8
As soon as the choke hold worked, Jacob wouldn't waste anytime, he would quickly apply pressure not allowing Yzal to even get a breath. He would then lift him off the ground, and then quickly rotate 180 degrees where he would slam his body hard into the lockers that was behind him. If it worked, it would leave a huge dent, and cause a mass amount of pain. He would use the lockers to support holding him up, that way it would be harder for Yzal to squeeze out any breaths. If it all worked out, that is when Jacob would go for further measures, further measures being him scaring this guy into submission.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 12, 2007 18:38:41 GMT -8
Yzal felt his back hit hard against the metal surface of the lockers. This was fucking pathetic, he was being thrown around like a damned rag doll by this kid, and the worse part again....was that he couldn't do a thing about it....not one damned thing.
Yzal struggled as he hung in the boy's grip grasping for air. His left arm dangling towards the ground, and his right clawing at the kid's hold around his neck. Yzal never grew his nails out, so it wasn't like that was actually doing something.
Yzal coughed slightly, as he felt the last of the fight leave his body. His right arm had stopped clawing at the boy's hands and instead gripped Jacob's wrists as a mean to pull himself up. He had to get air somehow...even if it was a futile attempt. Yzal's eyes flickered as he tried to keep his vision steady. He wouldn't go down like this....he couldn't....Yzal defiantly spat toward the boy's face. He knew inside it wasn't going to do anything, but he wasn't going to give this boy the satisfaction of the win....or that he conquered Yzal either.
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Post by jacob on Mar 12, 2007 18:52:54 GMT -8
When the spit made contact with his face, that rage once more built up into Jacob. He wiped it off with his free hand, purposely going slow to suck out more and more energy from this guy. Soon he would exert all his body weight forward, causing an extreme amount of force to drive him into the lockers. After that, he would walk backward, and then once again turn his body in a 180 degree angle, this time letting go. Why? This would send the boy flying all the way toward the other side of the hallway, slamming harshly once more on the opposite set of lockers. It would most likely be enough pain to completely sap out the rest of his fighting spirit, and it was enough to make sure this guy was bruised up enough to where he wouldn't be able to fight properly for the next few days. He would definitely be soar.
Hopefully though, the kid would keep awake, Jacob needed to consult him about his gang. It would be nice having this guy in the little squad of his.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 12, 2007 19:08:56 GMT -8
If you asked Yzal if it was enjoyable to spit into the face of that guy, he would have nodded, put on a smile, and answered cheerfully, "Yes!"
Now, if you asked him if it was smart...well we all know the answer to that.
The "crater" that Yzal was already in got deeper as he was pushed farther and farther into it. He didn't expect the sudden relief he would feel when the boy pulled him out, but then again, he didn't expect to be thrown across the hall into the lockers directly opposite of the ones he was being pushed into. When Yzal's back slammed into the steel framed doors, his eyes went blank from a split second, as his body was almost unable to coop with the pain. The lockers he flew into knocked everything out of his chest. He didn't pass out...but he was pretty close to it.
~Damn....the school's maintenance bill must be a bitch....~ Yzal thought sarcastically as he coughed up a small dribble of blood from his mouth.
Yzal's hair hung heavy over his eyes as he slid, from the dent in the lockers that he made, to the cold floor. If you could see his eyes though, you would be able to tell that the kid was border-lining consciousness. He needed to run...to get away from this guy. At this rate, this guy was going to kill him....and with all of Yzal's provoking....it didn't seem as if the boy was going to stop any time soon.
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Post by jacob on Mar 12, 2007 21:03:29 GMT -8
Walking over to his new victim who was lying beat up and battered on the ground, Jacob would bend over, and grab him by the collar of his shirt to lift him up once more. He would have him held up just enough to where he would be off his feet, and of course, he would be leaning against the lockers so Jacob would have more support on keeping him there. Both eyes would be locked dead onto him, and he would have that confident smirk on his lips. Most likely this guy would be too tired to object to this little hold, and that is when Jacob would give his little propisition for this guy. If he didn't like it, he should of thought twice about attacking him in the first place.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 13, 2007 13:34:37 GMT -8
Yzal tried to moved his legs to push himself away from the boy, but found that to be quite impossible due to the lockers behind him. It wasn't like he could do much else...
His body was beaten, battered, and bruised. Not to mention he didn't know the condition of the left arm at that. All things considered, he didn't put up much of a struggle when the boy grabbed his shirt and proceeded to prop him against the lockers. Yzal struggled with his wavering eyes to keep his vision steady as he glared defiantly at the boy. His left arm hung limply at his side while he gripped the boy's left hand that was on his shirt with his right hand.
Yzal stared into the boy's eyes with his own determined ones as he hung helpless in Jacob's grasp.
~You haven't beat me into submission.....not by a long shot....~
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Post by jacob on Mar 13, 2007 14:54:35 GMT -8
After holding him into position, Jacob would ask a friendly little question to his little beaten friend he was holding. It was best to take things slowly, get his side of the story, and try to work things out. After all, he wanted to see if this guy had an excuse to do so, he wondered if this was actually planned by somone for the moment. It was worth pondering, and worth asking as well.
"So, why did you attack me anyways?"
It was spoken in a very dull tone, giving a sense of him not caring in his voice, and that he could easily live with or without an answer toward it. That was because he didn't want this guy thinking he was asking anything important, it was a tactic that usually worked, and besides, if it didn't, Ghiste didn't need the information that much. He could just utilize this guy's helplessness a little further.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 13, 2007 14:59:38 GMT -8
"I don't remember ever needing a reason to attack someone." Yzal spat toward the man aggressively. Yzal continued to glare toward the man with his sunset colored eyes, as his shirt kept him plopped up against the lockers. He wanted to just....punch the guy. But he couldn't. Even if he forced his right arm to strike the guy, it would have no more force than that of a little girl.
"Now how about you get your hands off me like a good little boy, and maybe I'll let you off the hook." Yzal said in a calmer voice than before while flashing a grin toward the guy. Just because he was in the guy's grasp, didn't mean Yzal was going to be any less of asshole toward him.
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Post by jacob on Mar 13, 2007 15:33:44 GMT -8
"Oh, my bad, let me fix that."
Jacob said, letting his left hand get off the hold, but keeping his right hand nice and tight there. It wouldn't be even a second before he would then send a powerful left fist right toward his face, aiming to brake his nose. This would definitely get him to think twice about refusing to answer Jacob's questions the way he wanted them answered. Of course, there was many other things Jacob do, but he was keeping things easy for now. This guy would warm up to him eventually.
"Now seriously, just tell me why you attacked me, feeling violent, someone asked you to? It isn't that hard of a question."
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Post by Mercado on Mar 13, 2007 15:43:35 GMT -8
"Oh, my bad, let me fix that."
When the boy took his left hand off of Yzal's shirt, Yzal figured pain would soon follow. Reflexively, like most of his actions was, Yzal tried to avoid the pain by turning his head to the left. Big difference that made. Instead of his face taking taking the punch, his right cheek felt the impact of the boy's fist, along with his left cheek feeling the impact of the cold steel behind him. A small tickle of blood ran down from Yzal's mouth due to the punch the kid hit Yzal with. Yzal slowly brought his orange eyes back to Jacob's as he stared straight at him.
"Now seriously, just tell me why you attacked me, feeling violent, someone asked you to? It isn't that hard of a question."
Yzal slowly brought the same grin back up to the kid as he hung in the boy's grip. "Heh, go fuck yourself."
Yzal seriously needed to start investing in that intelligence stat, because his social and reasoning skills really sucked.....bad.
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Post by jacob on Mar 13, 2007 15:48:48 GMT -8
He figured that would be the answer, but Jacob's left hand was already trailing down where it was at his pants line. With that said, after the unwanted answer, Jacob would quickly thrust it right into his groin region, adding a heavy amount of uncomfortable pressure to it. He wasn't sending in all of his energy, he didn't want to completely shatter this guy's hopes of dream for children, but it would be enough to force this guy to tears if all went well. Of course, Jacob would then give a witty comment toward his little response.
"Why fuck myself when I can fuck you? Unless... you want to tell me why you initially attacked me that is."
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Post by Mercado on Mar 13, 2007 15:55:26 GMT -8
Yzal's pupils shrunk as he let out a gaspless cry. Yzal felt a pain suddenly travel throughout his entire body, and realized this boy had just done, what Yzal was trying to do to him for their entire fight. Yzal's entire body instantly fell limp in the boy's hand that was holding him, and whatever struggle he was putting up, instantly stopped. His right hand which was holding onto the boy's right arm, released it's hold and dropped down right along Yzal's side.
Yzal literally had no control over his motor functions. Yzal wouldn't tell this kid jack shit regardless, that was even if he could talk, but seeing the situation that he was in now, he couldn't do that even if he wanted.
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Post by jacob on Mar 13, 2007 16:01:59 GMT -8
Giving one powerful thrust with his left arm, enough to completely stun him temporarily, Jacob would let go with both hands, and let him land hard onto the ground. He would then walk back a few steps to give him room. Both of his dull green eyes would look onto him, confidence still booming in them, he really wished this guy would just give up, and become talkative already. If not, he really wasn't worth inviting into the game, and Jacob was going to make sure that he wouldn't be able to fight ever again. Which ever came first, but he was planning on keeping this up awhile longer.
"Wow, I just noticed I was off from the bell ringing by ten minutes, that sucks... Well, for him anyways."
He would smirk and then send another question shooting toward him.
"So... mind giving me an answer about attacking me now?"
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