Force to Fight (OPEN)

[Brad White]

Some time had passed since the riot in school and Brad's plan to try and impress his father by earning money for charity, in order to gain his respect since being taken in by the police. It wasn't going well and Brad didn't really like being at school currently, he didn't know when something would burst from bad tempers once again.

It didn't help that something else from the riot was going to come back and annoy him. It was after school had ended and Brad was making his way to leave the school grounds in order to go and try and make more busking when a trio of other students cut him off in the courtyard. "Hey bitch." The one in the center shouted bringing up a baseball bat. "This is the guy who hit you during the riot. He's tiny." The one on the left said laughing. "Shut it, just be ready to chase if he runs." The leader ordered before charging Brad.

Brad ducked a the bat as it was swung and then again as it came back across. "Hey I don't want trouble." Brad shouted as another swung came at him. Brad jumped back, he could dodge this guy, but he didn't think he could out run the three of them. As yet another swing came Brad reacted. Grabbing the guy's arm he spun and tossed him over his shoulder, catching the bat with his free hand after the guy let it go.

The two others attacked him or they tried to but Brad dived to the side rolled and swung the bat into one of the guy's back before leaping at the other with all his weight and making him fall face first into the ground. "I told you I didn't want trouble." Brad said getting up and tossing the bat as far away as he could. Stupid thug you should underestimated people just because they're small.

[David B.]

"I do."

David would wait for the boy to turn around before he pulled down his hood, a grin on his face as his eyes lit up. The kid had dispatched of several individuals like they were stick figures. He would definitely do to demonstrate his new sense of order. Things were going to change around this fuckin place- people had it in their minds that the David Blaze who cottled their every whim would always be there to save them from themselves. But not this time. He would look down at those littered around the man, the smile slowly fading.

"Look at you. Billy Badass. Think your tough shit, don't you?" He pointed with his chin. "Why don't you run along, little boy, before i mangle you. Its the only warning you'll get."

He was hoping...praying the kid would stay. Then he could have a little fun with him, and beat the hell out of the others who lost to him in order to toughen them up. Oh joy...first day back in a week, and he was already having so much entertainment. He knew there was a reason he shared the love of 259- Before, it was to protect. Now, it was because things could be so damn fun!

[Brad White]

The only warning? It sounded more like a threat to him. Brad looked over to where he had thrown the bat, regretting the action. "Who the hell are you? trying to tell me what to do." Brad demanded to know. "Saying you want trouble and then telling me to leave, I'd have to be nuts to turn my back on you." Brad added.

Brad would strug off his guitar case, and let it touch down gently as he could. He didn't want it get broken. "I don't do well to attempt of intimidation." Brad said sounding angry. At least those other guys had some sort of reason to want to attack him, but he didn't even know this guy.

[David B.]

"Oh...well, the trouble i wanted was with these fine gentlemen."

He gestured at the bodies as he spoke, but then looked back at the child who willingly mouthed off, spoke of being one who disliked the good cop bad cop routines.

"But since you want to show the world you got some stones-"

He would lunge forward, lurching within the personal space of the boy before him. His hands would clasp the front of his shirt and throw a volatile headbutt straight to the bridge of the nose with the intent to break it. Should the headbutt land, David would take the moment in which Brads head would probably whip backward from the force to turn and throw the child through a bench in the hallway, hoping to break it in half. He would roll his shoulders and wait for the kid to return to his feet- if the headbutt went through, anyway.

[Brad White]

(OOC: You said your throwing to a bench in the a hallway when we're in the courtyard. Just gonna says it's a bench in the courtyard doesn't make much difference.)

The taller man said that he had been talking to the guys on the floor. "Well you didn't make that clear." Brad would say as the guy continued to speak and then charged. "Oh crap." Brad said realizing to late that the guy was coming at him. He was grabbed by the shirt, and then a head was thrown at him. Turning his head out of pure instinct rather then planning, the head slammed into the bone above his left eye. It cause pain and his eye sight in the eye blurred for a moment and then he was treated like a rag doll and thrown forcefully away.

Brad slammed into the bench he had been thrown at and wood broke, as he landed painfully and the broken beams that was once then bench. That hurt, it really hurt. They say that the bigger you are the harder you fall, but it didn't seem that being smaller made you fall softly instead.

Forcing himself to sit up, Brad grabbed one of the larger broken slates of the bench and ripped it the rest of the way free as he stood. Brad hefted the beam like it was the baseball bat that he had thrown away before and then dashed forward. Earlier then needed he started to swing the beam, and then he let go.

The beam would fly forward spinning horizontally towards the guy. Brad was right behind it, as the beam would connect, Brad leaped up and brought his left back and slammed down toward the guy's head as he came down. "Asshole." Brad would shout as he was about to connect with the fist.

[David B.]

OOC(( >_>. Right. Suppose thats what i get for trying to post ion two threads at once xD))

"Come on kid, seriously?"

As the boy rushed forward, throwing the plank, David's view of the child would be slightly obstructed. He crescent kicked the large piece of wood directly dead center, causing two piece of the material to shatter and fly separately. He would be caught slightly off-guard as a fist collided with his face, Whipping his head left. Directly after, his eyes snapped forward, intent on using the momentum the boy had built jumping into air to step inside his defense.

Bringing his hands up to either side of the childs neck in what was known as the "Hooks", he would clam and pull down, his arms bent as the distance between them would be about two feet. Muai Thai- standard knees. He would try to bring them up over and over into the ribs and abdomen, hoping to break a few.

If things went according to plan, he would release the student and, using his left hand as a guard near his face, would shoot for a violent right uppercut. Should it all go according to plan. David would again stand over the male, looking down at him.

"Just stop resisting- i'm going to beat you into unconsciousness anyway!"

[Brad White]

Brad saw as the flying piece of wood being split in half and the now even smaller debris being sent flying.He felt the contact of his fist hitting the taller person and noticed that comparatively he didn't have much effect compared how he had been thrown before. Still in the air, the mans arms came up on both side of his neck and clamped down trapping him before pulling him down and inward so that a knee would slam into his lower ribs. The pressure and pain were great and he didn't think his anything broke but by god they were going to be badly bruised that was for sure.

He needed to do something quick. As the air was forced out of his lungs and the knee was pulled back. Brad would bring up his arm between David's arms and swing them out with all his force to try and slam the arms away. What he wasn't expecting was being let go as he tried this. No longer holding him, as his arms hit the man they should be forced to the side. He would take the opportunity and throw his arms and hook his arms around the guy just like he had just stopped doing to Brad himself.

With all his force Brad would pull down and forward but instead of a knee, Brad would jump backward continuing to pull with his weight as well now. As he was in the air his leg would V out and he would hit the ground sitting. It would hurt but not as much as what he was trying to do to the guy. Being pulled after him by the head, Brad would try and slam the guys face into the ground between his open legs.