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Post by Chrynos on Jun 6, 2007 22:48:13 GMT -8
A handicapped student? Well, that had to be one of the first that Chrynos had seen. Then again, he had met other handicapped students, and these students were not exactly to be messed with. The most dangerous in the list in Chrynos' mind at the moment, was the mute villian, Vetis. And now, a blind man, in the hallways of 259, being picked on by a group of three students. Chrynos stared at them for a while, lifting his head slightly as a frown came onto his face, making a 'tch' sound with his tongue. Pulling his hands out of the pocket of his tan cargo pants, he walked forward, his black shirt making soft sounds with his movements and his red-and-black sports shoes production a soft tapping sound with every step he took.
"People who pick on the weak, is only weaker than their victims."
Chrynos' voice attracted the attention of the four, his deep calm voice seemingly being like a saviour to the blind student as a smile came onto his face. Chrynos ignored him for a moment as he continued walking, his eyes travelling across the three pairs of eyes of the three bullies. His right fist then clenched as he neared them. Then, one of them, the middle one, spoke.
"And what are you going to do about it, huh?"
"Nothing, if you turn around and flee now."
Chrynos said, clenching his fists tighter. And finally, the three of them noticed it. It seemed that fighting a 6 foot man didn't exactly sound appealling to them as the three of them took a step back, frowns on their faces. Chrynos stopped in his stride, standing in between the victim and the bullies, with a single question in his mind. What were they going to do? Flee, or fight?
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Post by valekin on Jun 7, 2007 8:15:02 GMT -8
Well one was going to go into shock, and would be deprived of the flee or fight choice. Valekin came out from the classroom behind the group of thugs and grabbed him by the back of his head. The maniac lifted him off the floor, squeezing until his claws sunk into the bone, and tossed him aside like he was a rag-doll. The kid hit a few lockers, and dented them with his body. Now he lay there twitching.
"Hye hee hee hee hee.."
A maniacal laughter filled the hallway, and the blind one knew what was going on, the other two were drowning in fear, as white as sheets. As lost as puppies without their masters. They ran off, the blind kid hurried away as fast as he could, in the direction of the others went. You see, the kid happened to be in Valekin's way, blocking the hall, he didn't hurt people for no reason at all. He hurt people for stupid reasons, but never for no reason. He was actually on his way to a teacher's office. But there was one person left.
"Все еще здесь?"
Still here?
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 7, 2007 8:28:25 GMT -8
Chrynos suddenly cocked his eyebrows as one of them suddenly jerked, standing so straight that Chrynos thought someone stabbed him in the back. And then, he was lifted off the ground. Considering the angle that Chrynos was at to the unfortunate student, he was unable to see Valekin behind him. He simply watched in slightly amazement as he was suddenly thrown to the side, Chrynos' head turning as he kept his eyes on the student. Leaving his eyes off the unconcious blooded body and on the dent on the locker, he let out a soft whistle. Turning back to the other two students, he finally noticed the newcomer. Probably the same person who took down that student too.
The maniacal laughter filled the hallway and Chrynos noticed that every single student around them turned their head towards their direction, before shuffling away as fast as they could, as if they just saw someone carrying a grenade. Whoever this person was, he seemed to have created a reputation for himself. Turning back, he saw the blind student scurrying towards him and stepped aside, letting the handicap escape as he kept his eyes on Valekin. Chrynos then noticed a change in the noise level and saw that a crowd, about a distance of twenty feet away from them, had formed. That was not much of a surprise.
Then, Valekin spoke, causing Chrynos to slightly cock his eyebrows again. He was not speaking English, Chrynos knew that, but the language he used seemed familiar. Though, he just couldn't put a name on it.
"Sorry, do you speak English?"
He asked, his right fist still clenched as he watched him closely, the smile on his face replaced with a thin line.
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Post by valekin on Jun 7, 2007 8:41:25 GMT -8
"English is such an UGLY language. I was admiring your resolve, you didn't run like those other pansies. They see blood and they wet themselves. It's hysterical."
Valekin stopped where he was, shrugging his shoulders, palms up. Now one could see the culprits, the claws. Sharp, and a little curved. They looked pretty wicked. Who knows how many people he's disemboweled with those. Maybe he had a collection of faces at home, that he had torn off with the claws.
He wore the trench coat, and a pair of blue jeans. A black leather belt, and his Serbian combat boots. That was about it. He wasn't wearing gloves today. He didn't feel the need. The maniac did feel the need to yawn though, which allowed anyone curious enough to see the fangs in his mouth.
"Are you going to keep me from getting to Mr. King's office like that kid? Or what?"
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 7, 2007 9:03:19 GMT -8
Chrynos let out a single chuckle at the younger man's reply. Well, he seemed interesting enough. Releasing his right hand, a small smile came onto his face, his eyes darting every now and then to the twitching student on the ground as blood started to seep through holes in his head. His attention was them caught by something that seemed to be poking out of the male's hands. Looking down, he saw the claws, his eyes slightly widening. He was suddenly reminded of that dangerous and deadly fighting style, The Tiger Claws. Looking back up at the fighter, he replied.
"English has its beauties, still. And I've seen enough blood that I'd actually laugh at the sight of it."
And then, he yawned. Chrynos noticed another sharp thing and saw the fangs. Another assumption came into his head. Whoever this guy was, his fighting style seemed to be bent on making his opponents bleed, maybe with his claws and fangs. His eyes then turned towards the student on the ground, a small pool of blood now around his head. Yeah, that collaborated it. And then, he turned back as Valekin gave him a threat, or something similar to it. It was not exactly threatening, but Chrynos knew these kind of people. He was one of them. Such words had a threat hidden behind it.
"And if I don't?"
Yeah, Chrynos was asking for it. He was curious.
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Post by valekin on Jun 7, 2007 9:14:33 GMT -8
"Well."
He shrugged, and looked over at the boy on the ground, bleeding profusely through the skull. Hominus Nocturnus was a fighting style within his own fighting style. Which generally targeted the opponent's major surface blood vessels. Letting Valekin get a little too close would be a bad idea. Those claws looked sharp, they pierced bone after all with the strength he had. And who knows how many pounds of pressure he can dish out with those fangs.
"Your choice."
What he really was saying, and they both probably knew it was. Your funeral. His long arm reached to the locker next to him, and the claws dug into the metal. A loud screech sounded, like nails on a chalk board, as he left deep deep grooves in the metal. Could he rip the locker out of the wall? Scare tactics, he was utilizing terrorism.
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 7, 2007 9:36:30 GMT -8
Chrynos smiled. Well, this was going to be entertaining, that was for sure. And then, he closed his eyes tightly as the screeching sound entered his ears, causing him to shiver slightly for the moment. He had, after all, lost the sight in his right eye. When you lose one sense, your other senses will become more sensitive, and Chrynos' hearing was very sensitive. As the screeching stopped, he opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was the grooves on the locker. At that, he made a mental note to himself not to get in the way of those nails. Chrynos knew it was a scare tactic, but he'd met scarier opponents that the male that stood before him at the moment. Though, he was the first opponent to use nails as a weapon.
Chrynos then prepared himself for a fight as he went to a simple stance. One that allowed its user to change his stance any time at all. It was also deceiving. It seemed easy to penetrate, but in this stance, Chrynos is able to dish out plenty of counters. Joining his feet together, he turned to face the side, putting his left arm behind him and across his lower back as he lifted his right arm, his right hand open and his fingers pressed together. Turning his head, he faced his opponent as he focused his left eye on him. He was ready.
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Post by valekin on Jun 7, 2007 11:05:44 GMT -8
There is no such thing as ready. Valekin made the first move, and it was a dirty one at that. He slashed the locker nearest to him. As he had taken notice of the fellow's sensitive hearing. The boy had winced as if he was in pain the last time he did it. This time he did it harder, and it sounded like a banshee shrieking in the night at ten thousand decibels.
The first real attack though, would come while the sound reverberated off the lockers. The maniac had gotten close, and his left arm slashed lightly at the kid's face, with his claws outstretched, stepping with his left foot into a pivot. Placing much centripetal force into the horizontal slash. The kid would have to duck, or grab, or block the strike to avoid getting his face clawed.
What a dirty fighter.[/i]
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 8, 2007 4:18:35 GMT -8
Chrynos flinched as the sound reached his sensitive ears, his hands coming up to cover them, the graduate this time succumbing to the sound as he staggered backwards, his right eye closing instinctively as pain entered his mind. And then, with his left eye, he looked up and saw Valekin already charging at him, his claw suddenly striking outwards at his face. With his mouth clamped shut, he quickly stepped back, the claw barely touching his nose as he dodged it. Though, it did hit one of his fringes, and Chrynos watched in astonishment as his purple hair fell onto the floor. Those were indeed sharp, Chrynos looked up, putting his hands down as he took another step back to make some distance between them. And this step happened to be his right foot.
At that, he jumped off with his right foot. By now, Valekin's left arm would be across his chest. Chrynos reeled a clenched right fist back, and then placed his left foot on the ground as he threw his right fist forward. A simple jab, but with dangerous opponents like Valekin, the best way to defeat them was with flexibility and speed. There was no need to execute powerful and forceful attacks. Which was the reason why his left leg was on the ground, to jump sideways just in case Valekin were to send out his other claw.
Aware of that, Chrynos had opened his left hand just as he reeled his right fist back. If Valekin's right hand were to suddenly dart ouwards, Chrynos would grab his wrist with his left hand, decreasing the chances of the attack ever hitting.
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Post by valekin on Jun 8, 2007 14:24:17 GMT -8
Valekin was more experienced with fighting and science than the other boy thought however. Centripetal motion is easily transferred vertically, as it spins on an axis in concept anyway. The maniac saw what was coming, and smirked. moving into a predictable sweep in the same direction as his initial claw swipe. It was as if he was a spinning pillar of blades. Those boots were dangerous.
The bottoms, tips, and backs were plated in steel...
The sweep would take out the foot that the other kid was standing on flamingo style. If that hit, with the transferred centripetal forces, serious damage would be done. Already one full revolution was complete by the time the kid had begun his strike, the leg was in full sweep by the time he was in position to hit him with the outstretched limb. Missing him entirely.
It would seem that Valekin was also one who relied on his senses and his agility to cripple his opponents.
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 8, 2007 22:06:49 GMT -8
Apparently, both fighters were understimating each other. Chrynos had not thought of the leg sweep, thinking that Valekin would use only his claws. How dumb was he to think that? Though, there was more to Chrynos that met the eye. After all, Chrynos was one agile sonofagun. He felt the impact on his left foot and found himself falling to the side, his punch going out of target as he did. But Chrynos was not just going to let himself fall. As he fell to the side, Chrynos then threw his right foot forward from where it had been, behind him. It was like doing a bicycle kick, only the angle that Chrynos was in was different from what people saw in a soccer game.
Now, with that kick, Chrynos' body would turn in mid-air so that his bag faced the ground. At that, he would send his left hand to the ground, from which he would pull hard and throw his body away from Valekin. If this was a successful escape, Chrynos would land on one knee, his other foot on the ground and both his hands on the floor.
This match was indeed interesting, especially with the odds against the graduate. Yeah, maybe he was insane for thinking such, but hey, if everything was going Chrynos' way, how boring would that be? Very, very boring. It was more fun when there was more of a challenge. And he knew Valekin would agree with him on that.
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Post by valekin on Jun 9, 2007 7:27:18 GMT -8
With the leg sweep a success, Valekin ended in a crouched position facing his opponent. He bounded foreward like some sort of animal, claws extended, to sink into the flesh of his foe who had saved himself from a treacherous fall, to land on the ground like a cat. He admired that save, but that was all he admired. The explosive power of Valekin's muscles would have him land practically on top of the boy just as he was getting into the kneeling position.
Claws fully extended to land in the kid's back, and teeth bared to tear savagely at the neck. Of course he wouldn't land limply like some rag doll, as he'd land, his feet would plant an instant after the claws would. This would save him in case the boy escaped with slashes across his back, rather than the claws in him.
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 11, 2007 5:52:24 GMT -8
Chrynos suddenly felt a sharp pain on his right shin. It seemed that the sweep kick did more to Chrynos than trip him. And then, he saw a shadow above his own shadow's shoulder and quickly looked over his shoulder, only to see those dangerous claws aiming at him. His eyes widening, Chrynos reacted instinctively. Lifting up the knee that was on the ground, his right knee, and putting his left knee on the ground, he placed his left hand on the floor. He did all these while turning to his right, his right hand coming outwards in an arc in an attempt to slap Valekin's hands away. But he had reacted too slow.
As he threw his right arm at Valekin, one of his claws scratched the side of his right arm, naturally causing him to pull it back. Dumb thing to do. Without intention, he found himself using his right forearm as a shield, Valekin's claws digging into his arm and drawing blood. The penetrations sent a surge of pain running up his nerves, causing him to close one eye and clamped his mouth tightly. It was natural reaction to pain.
With pain clouding his mind, his left hand then came in from the side, grabbing Valekin's wrist as he attempted to pull the claws out, giving out soft groans of pain as he did, his left eye open and looking at Valekin closely, just in case. And now, the younger and more dangerous fighter had the upperhand.
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Post by valekin on Jun 12, 2007 16:34:20 GMT -8
Bloodlust overtook him as the first drops bubbled up to the surface of his opponent's skin. He giggled maniacally at first, then wiggled his fingers as the kid's hand tried to pull one of his hand's out. If he wanted it out that badly, he would get it out that badly. The curved nature of the claws would tear more flesh as they came out though, he ripped it out of the kid's arm with his help, and twisted his own wrist to break the boy's grip on it. The other hand remained sunken in the arm.
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha
The free, bloody claws, slashed at the boy's face savagely. The kid would be in so much pain, and would be losing much more blood than he was with the claws in him. With the hand that still had the claws in him, Valekin pushed foreward after the slash, to go all the way through the arm. If he succeeded, he'd slash down with that hand, cutting much of it's tissues into ribbons.
"Do you surrender?"
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Post by Chrynos on Jun 13, 2007 7:50:57 GMT -8
Letting out a loud yell as Valekin tore more flesh off his arm, Chrynos' other hand loosened its grip. And then, with that twist, his grip was totally lost, his left hand dropping onto the pool of blood on the ground. This was not good. Valekin had already won, Chrynos knew that, but was he going to let the dangerous fighter get him to surrender? Nah, that was not going to be easy. If there was one thing that their opponents hated about Chrynos, it was his persistence to go on fighting despite his injuries.
Clearing his mind for a moment, he saw Valekin's hand coming in to strike again. This time, he was ready. The graduate turned his feet around so that he fully faced Valekin. And then, his left hand went back up, grabbing the bottom of Valekin's wrist and pushing his arm upwards and to the side, his claws barely missing his shoulder. And then, Valekin dug his claws deeper into Chrynos' arm, getting a small yelp from him as his teeth clamped tighter, his right eye closing tightly as he tried to brace the pain. It was time to get Valekin off him. And then, with Valekin's claws hooked in his arms and his other hand in his grip, Chrynos suddenly fell backwards, both of his feet jerking outwards and placing themselves on Valekin's stomach.
Rolling backwards on his back, he pushed off with his feet, throwing Valekin into the air and behind him, letting go of his wrist at the same time and hopefully pulling those goddamn claws out of his frikin bleeding arm.
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