A Birth Bathed in Violence. -OPEN-

[Ric]

"C'MON! SOMEONE STEP UP!"

The freshmen wasn't quite through, looking for another 'sparring' partner. He currently had a split lip, blood dripping from both nostrils and swelling under his left eye. And those were all of his fresh wounds. His ribs were sore, but hidden behind his Hayabusa short-sleeved rash guard. A bruise had formed and turned a faded greenish-yellow with a darker outline around his side, just over his right kidney, but it was old and not currently affecting the blood thirsty freshmen.

It was only his second official day at school, having handed in his papers a day later then usual due to unexplained circumstances to the school staff. Needless to say he was causing his trouble, but doing it in as much of a reasonable fashion as he could - inside the gym. It was just after lunch, a free period in the gym - though he was suppose to be in English - and he had the wrestling mat laid out. Only, it wasn't pure wrestling happening, but rather bare handed MMA 'sparring.' He'd gone through three opponents, only having trouble with one who was able to slip out of his clinch and counter with a strong over hand right that, given his size, struck him under the eye. Note the swelling. However, he was dispatched moments later with a flying arm bar, quickly tapping to save his arm from being broken.

He wasn't close to fresh, his arms were tired, the lactic acid making them feel heavy as he bounced from foot to foot shaking out his arms. He gave off the appearance of a energetic individual, strong at hiding his true limit. He knew he was drawing near, but this school had so much to teach him - he just needed to find the right people.

"I'm just getting warmed up! C'mon! Someone else!"

His bouncing around stopped, and the 6'1 fifteen year old brought both legs together, bending straight over at the waist as though he was stretching his hamstrings. He didn't feel a single pull, despite being bent right in half. This was just another attempt to limit the heavy feeling of his limbs. Taking a few breaths as he stretched he quickly bound back upright, looking around for anyone to give him a challenge.

"Don't tell me I'm gonna be playing alone. Não ser baratas."

[Amakusa Takehiro]

[/B] gym?!"[/i][/beige][/center]

[teal] - The giant of a teacher would walk out on the scene after having spent majority of his day in his office and grading papers. His mere presence, height bordering eight feet, would likely be enough to make most people cringe in fear. As he walked, he clenched his fists popping each knuckle simultaneously. He was the P.E. teacher and clearly didn't like what he saw.

[beige]

"Each of you are going to be serving a rather long detention."

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- Then his eyes turned to the boy calling out for more fights. Clearly an instigator, Takehiro began to walk toward him. His indigo eyes would peer down at the much smaller student before he'd point at him from about six feet away. [beige]"You'd better have a good excuse for this."[/beige] Because we all know what happens if he doesn't. Even going at half strength, Takehiro could destroy most anybody. At his fullest he could take down buildings.[/teal][/ul]

[Ric]

'What... The fuck.... Is that?'

That was his only thought as what he could only assume was a halfing giant was walking towards him. He turned to face him as best he could, his head already craning backward to look up at the behemoth of a man. His mind quickly switched thoughts, from confused to aggresion without a second's thought of hesitation.

'I'm not going to be able to hit him in the head...'

Peering down the muscluar, armored frame he could only mentally shake his head back and forth. America was certainly different from Brazil. There, the monsters were formed by hard training and technique. Genetics hardly played a role, America seemed the complete opposite. It seemed like all of his training up to this point was a futile effort. He thought of what submission holds he could possible lock on him without being over powered. The only one that came to him was an ankle lock where he had his entire body coiled around one leg.

'How many leg kicks would it take to bring him down... 300? 500? HA! WOW!'

He was slowly becoming more and more excited, so much so that without even thinking about it he adopted a fighting stance. He brought his right leg back, keeping his hips turned almost square towards the teacher. He bent both knee's slightly, raising up onto the ball of his right foot as he turned his palms forward and held them both at temple height, left in front of his right at just under shoulders width.

"Just lookin' to improve my physical fitness. Running can only do so much." He said while forming as cocky of a grin as he could. He was honestly trying to provoke the beast standing nearly 2 feet taller, and easily 300-350lbs heavier.

[Amakusa Takehiro]

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- In seemingly an instant his right arm would whirl around and launch an enormous fist at the boy's much smaller frame with enough impact to send him flying back. Such a simple attack, yet with Takehiro's speed and strength it was deadly.[/ul][/teal]

[Ric]

'What, Does he think he's Yujiro Hanma?'

Ric snickered at the thought as he watched both arms being pulled so far back. It truly made him think of the manga Grappler Baki. But he knew he needed to focus, no one was what they seemed here. Everyone seemed to have some sort of unseen ability, from what he could tell. Seemingly lumbering idiots usually were much faster then they appeared.

This giant was no different. He witnessed the beginning of the attack and wanted to dodge, but there wasn't time. He wasn't even sure if he'd be able to move in time. How was everyone so fast here. It was like they were on steroids since birth.

His left leg was luckily in motion before the fist hit, as were his arms as he drew them back in. His body was tucked into a nearly complete ball, expect for his right leg. His shoulders rolled forward, his hands cupping the upper back of his head with his forearms covering his face, leaving enough room for one eye to see. His left knee was pressed up against his elbows, tucking in and covering as much of his frame as possible.

That didn't seem to matter though. The impact was heavy, much heavier then he'd ever felt while practicing Muay Thai. He found himself airborne, seering pain in all three of his joints. The hand of the giant felt like a cast iron stir-fry pan being slammed into him by a sumo-wrestler.

When his right leg did touch the ground the force caused his upper body to keep moving while his heel acted like an anchor. It was all he could do to through his arms out to the side and try to break fall while falling. He kept his head tucked forward, leaving the impact to his upper back and arms. The crushing feeling of the ground made his joints ache even more, but somehow he'd performed the technique correctly enough to roll back over his shoulders and back up onto his feet... well, staggering back on his feet.

He found himself panting, his chest three times worse then it was before, even with his best blocking attempt. He couldn't put his weight down on his left leg, his knee was already swelling, his right leg barely held his weight. And yet, his pounding heart was filled with excitement.

"What...? Ah Ah Ah... Is that... Ah... Ah... Ah... It?" He smirked, though couldn't hold back a cough as he grin at the teacher. The best thrill was when closest to death.

[Amakusa Takehiro]

[/i][/beige] His hands pointed to another boy off to the right. [beige]"Take those other boys to the nurse. On the double or you're getting five days detention with me."[/beige] Obviously the kid hurried off.

[beige]"I don't approve of what's been happening here, not one bit. While I've been doing my best to maintain the stability of the school, there's always kids like you who think you're the top dogs and feel it necessary to pounce others."[/beige]

- He would stop once he was once again within striking distance of the boy, but this time he wouldn't strike. He would stand there, eyes cast downward on him. Thoughts of the talk with Patrick came to mind. Would he begin to kill just because he felt it would better the community? Thoughts of ending this boy's life began to rush to him, but he fought them. His stoic expression remained, despite his indecision.

[beige]"If you continue to treat my students as punching bags, boy, I would not hesitate to do the same to you."[/beige]

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[Ric]

'Top Dog? HAHAHA!' "HA! Ah... Ha agh... HA!'

His thoughts were so humorous that he couldn't help but voice them out loud, despite the fact that it caused his rips to compress upon his lungs and make him cough even more. His neck was craned back again, having a hard time looking up into the eyes of the beast in front of him. He knew this was a pour defensive position, he was taught to always look at his opponent with his chin tucked in, through his brow, but he couldn't help but try to stare someone down. It was the one thing he'd never lost in.

"I... Don't know... What you think you saw... Ah Ah..."

He was finding it hard to concentrate on his words. The swelling in his knee and elbows was getting worse, the boil below his eye could even be seen throbbing as his heart raced. His mind may have been trying to calm his body, but it was doing a piss-pour job.

"But it.. Was all... Consensual..."

Despite the pain, despite his body screaming for relief, he put the heel of his left leg down, trying to support his weight. He tried to step forward, his knee buckling as he fell forward, his arms catching him on the mat as his right knee quickly took over as the supporting brace for his legs, his left being raised and elevated out of sheer necessity.

"Like, ah, un-designated, ahaha sparring... sessions...."

Rolling over he flopped onto his back. His panting had quickened, his laughing not helping as both seemed to be uncontrollable. Looking up at the mammoth teacher from the ground while at his feet surely looked similar to staring up at a mountain from the base. It seemed like an insurmountable feet. The prospect made his blood boil with excitement at a second try.

"Aha...ha...Ha... I... Like you... Haha!"

[Amakusa Takehiro]

[teal]

[/b] in my gym. Got it?"[/i][/center][/beige]

- He'd drop the boy's head and fold his arms behind his back, standing to his full height once again [beige]"You will be serving a week's detention the moment you are out of the nurse's office, and you will be spending it with those student's you were "sparring" with."[/beige] He spoke coldly, eyes glaring down at the boy. [beige]"And I will be watching over you myself. The slightest hint of physical aggression will lead to disciplinary measures. Do you understand me?"[/beige][/ul][/teal]

[Ric]

"Yeah. . . Sure. . . After school fun. Sounds grand." He said with a smirk, coughing a bit more forcefully this time as he continued to look up at the mountain of a man from the surface of the wrestling mat. He honestly couldn't have cared less about getting detention, it's not like it was going to interfere with his way of life. His parent's weren't going to notice he wasn't home after school, mostly because he rarely went right home after school.

Slowly he pushed himself up onto his side with the use of a bent elbow, allowing him to roll over onto his stomach. His joints ached, and let he couldn't help but smile. His ivory teeth were coated in a nice filament of dried and saliva soaked blood that had run down from his nose, which made the sight of him continuing to laugh looked rather insane. He could barely move, his muscles weak as he forced himself up onto his knee's, slowly sitting back as he moved as though he was six times his age.

"Ya know, teach. . ." He was still spouting off, slowly he brought one knee off the ground, his hand resting on his now raised knee as he pushed himself up to his feet. He staggered back for a moment, his joints aching at holding up his weight. "During this week of 'punishment' your gonna have to explain to me how a mountain can move so fast. It's really a peculiar sight."

As he laughed at his own words he keeled forward at the hips, going into another violent coughing fit as his lungs tried desperately to regulate his breathing. Collecting himself he stood back up straight, smiled his wide, bloody tooth smile at Mr. Amakusa, then slowly turned around, ignoring anyone else as he hobbled towards the exit. Thank god this school had signs, otherwise he might've had to ask for directions to the nurse's office.

[Amakusa Takehiro]

[OoC: Sorry it took so long. School started back up.]

[beige]"Any complaints and you're eating tile."

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[Ric]

(No worries. I'm gonna keep it short and just end the thread, unless you have something else to contribute.)

The feeling of someone lifting him off the ground by the scruff of his neck - so to speak - was a bit disheartening, but given what had just happened he hardly even felt the tinge of embarrassment. Rather, he was surprised that his detention bound teacher had chosen to carry... Or was it more like drag? Him to the nurse's room. Or, at least that's where he assumed they were going. For all he knew the mountain had a sick boy fetish that he didn't want to find out about. If he even saw a closet door he was going to flail every limb he had towards the nut sac.

"Any detours and I'm sacking you." He coughed while laughing at his own little joke, specks of blood coating his sleeve as he aimed at the crease of his elbow. "Detention's gonna be fun." He murmured to himself as the nurse's office came into view.