Same Type of Animal (Steve/Open)

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As the story progresses, our hero Jaus Valentine strides valiently from the wreakage of his past battlefield, the battleground being of course would be the school parking lot. Kids these days were aweful persistant when it came to a fight and often times that was just what Jaus gave to them. A stark grin on his features leaving the lot his left arm branded in a sling and his body unscathed while a pile of his opposition lay wasted, strewn against the blakened pavement.

He'd dealt with opposition before, and always he held his little handicap in high regard always the one to put constnat hurtles before him at all extents. He could be considered by mostly everyone as a masochist and of course they'd be right. However there were things the man had been incapable of dealing with, for that he'd earned this handicap. Gabriel Seran, his prior mentor had taken a blade to his shoulder and nearly severed his arm entirely, the weaping blade crying tears of crimson ending him in a black out and waking a day later hospitalized.

For now though he was recovering and after a brush of battle with Orion, the self proclaimed deviant, he was making his way back to school as his mild mannered self only to be jumped by a group of burly teens.Typical of these times, hormone driven battles of muscle not necessarily brains. But then again Jaus was the very same type of animal.

[Nakashima Steve]

In the center of the parking lot there was a person standing, Just wearing a black tank top and blue jeans. His white sneakers standing strong on the ground. His head tilled back abit so the wind would brush gently against his face and letting his white dyed hair dance. This guy was me, Steve Nakashima. Who was I and what did I do here. Was it worth to become stronger and smarter at the same time? Would the fights not break me down and destroy me? I am born with the will to survive but would it be enough.

As I lowered my head and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a student walking to wards the school. There was something about him yet I could not place it yet. He seemed abit older then me but I could been misjudged.

As I walked further I passed him, I walked abit faster then him. As I was abit in front of him I stopped. I didn't turn around but I did spoke a few words to wards the student.

" Whats wrong with your left shoulder? "

Was it one of his battle wounds from this school, or was it older. Maybe this guy didn't want me to ask him about his weaknesses but it was obvious that there was something wrong with it. If this student was to mess with me I knew were his weak point would be.


" You must have some plans to avoid students attacking this place. "

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There was a sudden competitive drawl when it came to walking paces, the subtle urge to out pace your rivals as they walked, to keep the lead to measure in stride that those around you could not. Such was an effort that was suppressed as an unassuming boy took up stance at a faster pace beside Jaus walking past him in a manner that suggested as though he was studying his pace. Of course somewhere deep down Jaus was doing the exact same thing though on a much more analytical measure, his eye patch reading the character's base power level. Always was there the suspicion that you were about to get jumped in this place however Jaus enjoyed the thrill of being outmatched and out played.

" Whats wrong with your left shoulder? "

His pace would stop, a downward glance that'd carried him through the halls with an effort that would normally go unnoted would take up a poise that was much the opposite. Spread shoulders, his jawline rising upwards to the one addressing him, icy blue hues taking up a dominant gaze peering downwards to give him that moral boost many a high school student needed to address a conversation without stuttering over their own words.

"Nothings wrong, just battle scars."

Jaus would smirk as though the wounds didn't hurt. They very much did however, he could remember the flash of pain despite his enormous constitution as Gabriel tore the blade through his shoulder and the teeth of the blade curling about his entire torso.

" You must have some plans to avoid students attacking this place. "

Avoid? No that was not his plan at all. The masochist type was always ready for battle especially when on the verge of death. A smooth grin on his face near to suggest a curdling laugh.

"Nope. In fact I'm ready to go for another fight already.." Jaus smiled, his eyes sizing the boy up and giving an intimidating stare. "Its a survival trait you develop in being here, get strong or get smooshed."

[Nakashima Steve]

The guy his whole stance and attitude changed as I asked him about his shoulder. I was trying to hide the fact that if I knew that his shoulder was a weak spot that the stronger students around here knew also. But it was also possible that the student that did this to him if it was a student was a strong fighter. That could mean this guy behind me was also a stronger fighter in these halls and they fought a war.

I could feel his eyes burn in my back, I didn't bother to turn around just yet. I was still trying to figure out why I even took the time to talk to this fool. At that point the student said words that did make me think for a second. He was already ready for a next fight and then get strong or get smooshed? Was he telling me I was weak and needed to get stronger and he was ready to fight me?

" Already game for another fight? Does this school turn students into fight hungry monsters? "

I would then slowly turn my body around as my green eyes locked into this guy his blue eyes. I didn't show him any respect or friendship. His answers kinda pissed me off. He acted like fighting was the only way to survive in life. This is the reason why I want to become stronger.

"If your so ready why didn't you attack me yet? Or are you to noble to attack me in the back? "

I was ready, I would not go down without having him change his view.

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Monsters? That was a good way of putting it, he could think of two or three monsters that inhabited this school but they had spent their entire lifetime preparing to get to the level at which they were at. Something that most students had trouble wrapping their heads around. Jaus however as much a monster he could become, the man knew he stood merely at the precipice of those designs.

In response he'd give a shallow nod as though decisively choosing to give a half answer not entirely expunging the details that this school kept buried. He did however turn to face Jaus at this instance, good that only meant that the boy was willing to go toe to toe with Jaus. He liked a fighter who was as level headed as he, though had trouble with those who prepared mentally prior to the battle. In this situation he wasn't fully sure which breed of warrior this was.

"If your so ready why didn't you attack me yet? Or are you to noble to attack me in the back? "

A disheveled smile as Jaus ruffled his hair with the palm of his free hand following to recede to his shoulder grasping the tired limb and massage it lightly as the boy made room to smile this time ignoring the hasty attitude at which he'd entered this conversation with.

"What is a fight worth unless both warriors have showed to give it their all?"

Jaus would precede the philosophical question stating that he was oh so honorable as to fight his opponents blow for blow with a measure of their true strength never conceding to the possibility of outside influence. To him battle was all that he had and with that came pride and honor.

[Nakashima Steve]

He wants both fighters to give it there all? Yet he is the one that has a handicap right now. Would it be fair to call those terms? I just glassed at him with no emotions at all anymore, I needed to bring up the beast inside of me to even stay up long enough to stand a chance to students inside these walls.

" Doesn't that shoulder hold you back? it would hold your true strength back. "

He would probably tell me it doesn't and all that crap but as good as I know he knows that his shoulder makes him weaker and that what ever you try that shoulder would still hold him back at this point. But that didn't stop me, because when he said he was ready to fight again now I knew he was calling me out. I think he wants to proof that his shoulder doesn't make him a easy target.

"I can do you a favor and tell you everything about me with my attacks"

My left leg would slide abit back wards as my knee would bend abit and my right as-well. My arms raised up, my right fist near my right templed and my left further in front at the level of my solar plexus and elbow bent but not as far as my right.

I waited a few seconds for him to get ready and launched for wards, only this was a faint and just outside striking range I stopped and changed into a slip for wards upper body abit bended for wards so my body was on a lower level. I would trow in my hip and turn my left feet sideways as my right fist would find his way into the man his left side of the ribs.

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" Doesn't that shoulder hold you back? it would hold your true strength back. "

He wanted to reply no, but that'd be a lie, all the same it wasn't the only thong holding him back. There was a little thing that most people didn't know about Jaus unless they had watched him fight for some amount of time. He fought with weights on. Both his coat and his armbands were weighted restraining his full abilities by large amounts. Of course he'd never reveal this to his opponent for two reasons. 1) Respect, if his opponent was to lose to Jaus it'd only serve to sting his pride that Jaus wasn't going at full and a warrior deserved respect even if that respect was veiled in a lie. 2) Tactics, Jaus sought not to remove his weights for the pure enactment of a surprise attack. When the battle really mattered then he would reveal his true unbridled power. Until then the weights served their purpose to better himself in the field of combat.

"I can do you a favor and tell you everything about me with my attacks"

"No need, I want to have a challenge not a platter served to me."

Jaus remained still, his own feet parting and at the ready, Left arm hoisted in the band while his right formed an open fisted tiger-claw poised at his high shoulder. Feet spread shoulder width apart right foot inclined forward a tad while the left was subjugated behind.

The fact that the boy took pride in attacking first was to say that he was a brave fighter if nothing else. His stride not too fast to be unseen but far faster than the average student could comprehend. Pace coming at him bluntly so that Jaus grinned expecting the predictable until the format of the attack shifted into what Jaus hadn't hoped for. Bam. The fist would make contact with the ribs at his left side causing a short grunt from Jaus though the pain ultimately veiled by his strong outer coat matched with his extreme durability. Unable to block downwards with the left arm he'd soon realize that this handicap would be a pain in the ass.

With the left foot back Jaus would descend his knee cap to bend at the angle coming down with a formed punch from his right fist right across the boy's upper cheek down to the floor. Hopefully the force if contacted would level him to the ground later directing a long drawn out right kick to push him through the nearest wall.

If dodged however Jaus would follow through with the punch only to redirect the force in an upwards direction bending his arm at the elbow and coming up into the bridge of his opponent's nose seeing as it'd be one of the only escape roots left proving that Jaus' body had prevented the body of his opponent from progressing forward.

[Nakashima Steve]

That was it, my fist had found his target. I had to play smart and keep changing positions and mess with the guy his mind. As my fist connected I could feel that his coat was pretty hard but yet I didnt had a clue why. There wasnt also no time for me to think as the guy true a right punch downwards. I would raise my left arm to my face and let the punch connect against it. I could feel a pressure trying to push me down but I would only plant one knee on the ground, then his follow up came. I could see the kick coming in but I wanted to feel what strenght he had in those legs.

The kick connected against my arms as I raised them to were his kick would come in, my body would slide sidewards towards a wall. I could feel the wall hit my back but it wasnt something that really hurt, but now I knew what his intentions were. He doesnt like to get pressured.

" My turn again! "

I would raise up on my feet and took another fighting stance. Legs this time were spread more like in Taekwondo, knee's bend abit and arms raised up. Right against my templet again and the left abit lower this time.

I would then jump up placing my feet up against the wall and pushed me off. My speed doubles as I launghed myself towards him closing the cap really fast. I hoped I got him of gaurd and my right knee would rise up to crash against the guy his nose. If he dodged and let me fly beside him of behind him I would flip backwards in the air and crash my left feet against his left shoulder.

I was hoping he would dodge the first so I could attack his weakpoint. if all worked I would land and take my fighting pose again.

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" My turn again! "

A fowl smile settled in place as he figured the boy to be quick on his feet as far as styles quickly analyzing this type to be a different sort but not too different. Jaus was natural at adapting, and why was this? Because he could endure the hardest sort of pressure in the worlds. This battle was no difference, the boy wanted to apply pressure on Jaus, he could try as many had but they'd all ended the same way. Meeting a brick wall and their bloodied faces splattered against the ground.

As the boy took his footing to lunge off the wall gartering that extra step and position of speed Jaus positioned himself similarly though not poising against a wall rather taking a free step back towards the grounds. Left foot back, right foot leading as the man lunged out, and applied right elbow of his own drawn up into the bridge of the kids nose stopping his charge being just that and running into the elbow of Jaus.

A balled right hand of Jaus would dip to his elbow before uppercutting backwards and around the boy's retracted throat before backwards stepping past the boy's spread footing. Moving his right foot forward Jaus would catch the boy Steve's left foot and force it to spread forward ruining the key factor of Taekwondo, A balanced base. With that Jaus would move his left foot back widening his own base evenly and forcing Steve to be bent over uncomfortably to a point where his entire chest would be exposed. If only Jaus had a free arm.....

[Nakashima Steve]

(ooc: sorry if I misplaced your attacks, kinda hard not having English as my main.)


As I was flying to wards him I could see him elbow raised and being around my face level. I would raise my hands to let the elbow crash against my upper arms. It would just leave a red mark and then I felt another impact of a fist. It seems he was trying to place a shot against my troath but with my arms being there he just crashed against my arms. The man had strength that was for sure making my arms feel numb for a short while. But I had made a big mistake.

" Fuck, I have no vision! "

The man had now passed me getting a hold of my leg and spread it in a way that I would be forced to bend exposing my chest, but it seems he didn't use a follow up. Then it hit me he cant use his arm? I thought it was his shoulder but his whole arm?

" How about you let me go and we go another round? "

At this point I waited for him to release his grip on me so I could take my stance again but this time with less space between my feet. My eyes locked onto him and waiting for him to make a move this time. My hand would make a waving motion for him to attack.

" Lets go "

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ooc: I'm going to assume he got the arm around his neck seeing as you insinuated that he was grappled with.

With the constricting grip nestled tightly around the boy's throat in a reverse like fashion from that of a headlock but rather in this positioned the boy Steve would be inclined in a backwards arch.

" How about you let me go and we go another round? "

Hmm fine prospect but Jaus wasn't going to be giving up on a good position like this. If anything at all his opponent would have to redirect his position from this backwards handstand into a more direct approach while Jaus stood with all the bargaining room as far as physical directives of strength.

"How about no.."

Jaus would reply with a cool response, though now was the need to put his cold response to efficient work. Slinking his right foot outwards in a kick he'd extend his foe's stance to a point that his groin would be in a splitting pain. Jutting his left arm upward hoisted in the sling he'd drop it down using the elbow to stab into his foe's exposed chest. No doubt it hurt Jaus but more so to Steve.

ooc: lame post on my end