One against a gang. . .

[John]

There they where getting ready to riot through the school, they had gathered on the second floor with baseball bats, led pipes, along wiht other absene instruements of pain. Getting ready to unleash hell on 259. It had been spotted luckily by someone who actually cared who ran and got the senior S.H.C.P member. John Ong, now he stood at one end of the hall to the stairs, while the gang stood at the other end. The short silver haired boy stood there. His red fire proof trench coat loose about his shoulders, his dark black sleeveless shirt was a susual tucked under the black jogging pants, with that dark purple line going down his right leg.

"Do you really think you can take all of us?"

One of the people in the front line of the gang yelled out towards John. Who simply pulled out a pair of red fingerless gloves. It was a complete blow off to the question and it pissed the guy off. He took a few steps out fo line to try and show his 'manliness'. He held up his bat and yelled at John.

"Hey dumbass, are you even paying attention or are you too stupid to even understand what I'm say-"

"Shut up and fight."

Well that sure pissed the guy off, John cutting him off, so he charged along with the rest of the gang following behind him. The bat swung high and was aimed for his head, a simple hand was put up and caught it, squeezing it, his eyes began to glow red as he could see the hydrogen in the air. His Qi covering the outer part of his skin, the hydrogen rubbed against the Qi in the arm that held the bat and burst into flames from his elbow down. the bat catchign fire as well, but because of time restriction and the fact his own skin can be burnt by it he pulled the bat to the side and back fisted the guy in the head sending him off to the side hitting the wall.

His arm turned off, but his eyes continued to glow red. He was being slightly surrounded while soon he would be jumped by multiple enemies at once. Though it would only be 4 on 1 since only 4 could attack him at one time. He began to heat the air around him, not setting it on fire, just making it hot. Waves began to rise to the cealing. Obviousely hot air rises, so the more he sent out the faster the air would rise, makign hsi hair move and his trench coat flutter slightly.

"Lets go then."

[valekin]

Clink...

Clink...

Clink...

Valekin stopped at the crossroads, out of sight of the boy who was surrounded by kids that looked like gang bangers. The Serb ran his claws through his hair, and cocked his head. This might be interesting, but probably not worth getting involved in right away. Either it was a weakling getting picked on, or someone powerful calling the gangsters out on their behavior. He had noticed their weapons, and Valekin had his own with him, as always. The Falcon Edge, and his combat boots.

Clink,clink.

He settled in right there in the middle of the crossroads between hallways. Just waiting for the kids to start wailing on each other. No matter that he was there and didn't belong there at all, nothing could stop him from going anywhere he pleased. Besides, he was checking up on his... heiress.[/color]

He wore the usual for himself. Urban combat pants, his boots, a belt with utility hooks, and his falcon blade and sheathe on his lower back, and his trench coat. The sleeves rolled up, and the collar folded. His scars showed in abundance, and so did his dark purple tattoos, arabesque designs crawling all over his skin where the scars permitted. He smiled, baring his fangs.

[Jyo]

"Hey. It's pretty low to be attacking a guy from behind like you tried." Said a calm collected voice. If anyone turned to face it they would see Jyo standing there holding a raised pipe in his hands stopping it from swinging at the base of John's neck. Jyo then lashed out with a side kick.

The tall senior had let his hair hang loose in long strands of scarlet glory. His piercing eyes were covered and he was clad in a blue t-shirt with black jeans and white sneakers, very unlike the way he used to dress.
"Hey there John. Sorry it's been a while. it seems you could use another hand here." he said. Jyo really didn't take much note of the other guy there with them. If he was going to help out he would speak with him when it was a better time to do so.

[John]

John's body switched and flinched to the side as he heard skin against led. And someone giving a slight gasp of surprise as they couldn't swing their weapon. A voice that was rather familier to him spoke next, his eyes in the right corner as he looked at the rather tall Senior from a ways back. A nod of aprovel and he looked back to the assortment of gang bangers and smiled.

"Well I am always open for help."

His eyes still glowing. He would raise his arms as his right leg would stomp and then raise to the toes.

"Let me show off my trick."

And with that he was gone, bursting towards the closest one, the look in the guys eyes was of surprise,b ut then he smiled and reared back his bat, he swung, but it appeared as though John had disappeared. The guy was about to ask "What?" When a flaming foot was shot up into his chin. john's hands where on the ground along with his left leg. the guy went up soaring slightly, John tucked in his legs and shot out like a spring turnign horizontally with the guy facing the dude back while both of their backs faced the ground. His arms bursting to flame and grabbing around him, bringing him down to the ground on his head like a german suplex only worst. The ground would crack and give way as the top half of the due would be looking down on the first floor. with his legs sticking out of the ground.

John had let go in time to land safely, the guy would be out for a while wiht a nice concusion and maybe a broken arm, with some bruns, but other than that not too badly damaged. It was just something to show off, flashy special move is what Jyo would call it from his journal. It also had a recamendation on not doing them, but John decided this once he would do it.

[Jyo]

As the action resumed two punks came in at Jyo. he gave a slightly feral smile and with a more wild technique then he would normally use he jumped up and spun around while kicking his legs out to hit both thegs in the head knocking them cold and sending them down to the ground. he landed lightly and kept the grin as his eyes lit up.
"Come on, you want to gang up on us then at least make a worthwhile effort." He said chuckleing and in a fashion unlike his normal ways he leapt at another going on the offense.

His right hand shout out grabbing the chain the kid had in his hands and he yanked on it to pull the guy in. The punk was smart enough to let go but that mattered little as Jyo flung the chain aside and his right foot sank into the guy's gut. he then pushed off with his left into a backflip and launched his foe up into the ceiling.. The guy hit and then fell to the ground gasping.

He looked to John and saw his technique. An interesting one to say the least. It was a combination of being flashy yet effective in a way. A hard blend to make work but if sucessful it was worth it. He looked arouns seeing the other enemies backing off. But t didn't seem like they would give up.

[John]

"Why are you fighting us anyways? your a 259 student, all we want are the 499 transfers."

One of the idiots from inside the ranks spoke out, obviousely their leader. Since he spoke with more words than the rest fo them would probably chose to use. John's red eyes flicked towards Jyo, then back to the guy who said it.

"Well, how about that. Anyways if your done talking, I suggest you continue fighting, or give up."

John's simpel answer, he could go either way, ti was really up to them. But somethign else happened, one of them got a good look at Jyo.

"Hey the red head is a transfer!"

[Jyo]

Jyo smirked slightly at this turn of events.
"You want to go for the transferes do you?" He said keeping the smirk, Jyo had become much more blunt and rather impulsive since what happened with Rastal.

"John whay don't you step aside, A group of punks like these are nothing to worry about for me." he said pulling his shades off and tossing them asid as his eyes lit up as his Qi activated.
"Well come at me and see if you have what it takes." he said

[valekin]

Valekin smirked. This was rather interesting. A gang had formed within the school? And they were targeting transfer students from another school? That's quite interesting.. it sounded like an incident he read about that happened in New York a while back. A little while after Corporal punishment had become policy to curb falling grades and behavior. It was a mere catalyst if he remembered. It caused some serious trouble, and the school's officials had been over thrown.

"Interesting..."

Valekin wondered to himself who could possibly be involved as well. The Black Hand? Supplying them weapons or training? Not those thugs though, they weren't really his enemies. They were the enemies of the school, and the transfer students. Causing disorder. Bloody Americans, always undermining their own institutions. Never taking education seriously enough to do something about this kind of crap.

"Heh."

The scuffle had attracted a few more of the kids that were in-cohoots with the gang bangers. Just two of them, but Valekin wasn't going to let an ambush happen. He wasn't exactly the two kid's, John and the other fellow, ally. But he was all for a fair fight. He let the first one pass him around the corner, but only for a pair of steps. Like a dark streak of lightning he lashed out at the boy, grabbing him by the neck from behind and lifting him off the ground. With a short spin, his leg came up enough to trip up the other boy, and put him on the floor.

Vale threw the boy in his hand, and his face struck the wall. He'd continue keeping them away from the fight, until they backed off, and ran. A matter of simple hits to their faces.

"What.. amateurs."