A quiet return

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A familiar figure to some strode through the halls of public high school 259 a much healthier version of his past self. The sudden trip he had taken was quite the opposite of his previous trip in terms of the shape he returned in. Before he had returned an anemic shell of himself before, now he was easily in the best shape of his life, not only physically but mentally as well. Another change was his longer hair, that was loosely tied back in a ponytail that came a couple inches below his shoulders and bangs that now clouded the entirety of his face as they hung before him. Despite all this he was still easily recognized to those who knew him, by the vibrant green eyes, the serene disposition, or by the large white coat that he wore. It was, in fact, the student body president.

The tan student made his way through the crowd of students during the passing time without much resistance. Despite being docile as a mouse his sheer size made him someone many students walked around. Now since Saint had missed another chunk of school work, the pillar had some catching up to do and thus was on his way to his locker to get his books. It wouldn’t take him long, school work never did. Turning the corner and just a few short steps more Saint reached his locker. Ideally he spun the lock until the right combination caused the mechanism to unlock. The student reached in to grab his books…

…history. Check.
…math. Check.
…physics. Check.
…and his recreational readings on Daoism, Hinduism, and Buddhism. Check.

Saint jammed the books into his bag, tossed it over his shoulder and shut the locker door before spinning to head outside…

["Unfettered"]

A Quiet Return... Disrupted

...And of course, that was when a trash can lid would suddenly come spinning in, tearing into a set of lockers, just in front of the Student Body President.

It was, in fact, "Unfettered".

Leaning casually on a metal trash can which... for some reason had no lid on it, he looked with a tilted head at the boy. Striking chords in his memory somewhere.

"..Mmmph... do I know you from zome fight?"

If Saint was to pay any heed to the German boy, he'd notice that the boy was wearing... a ridiculous amount of clothing. Heavy coat, scarf, blue jeans... underneath all of which, was his God Gear.

It was the leader (or so he liked to think of himself) of the S.H.C.P., taking a good look at the (former?) Student Body President.

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Saint blinked in shock as the lockers were decimated by a trash can lid, obviously someone wanted his attention. Well, now they had it. Bright green eyes roamed over the lid before following the assumed path to the trash can, minus a lid, and the other student who was so casually leaning against it. A mental sigh escaped him as the other student’s intent seemed pretty clear from where the lid was now located. He look over the student, the first student he’d seen who was larger than himself. He listened intently to what was said before he shaking his head a polite smile.

“I do not think so, my friend. Perhaps you are mistaking me with someone, Mr…?”

The pillar, perhaps soon to be replaced, turned to face the large German. If at all possible Saint would try to defuse this situation, but should that fail Saint had under gone some training in recent months that would help. His grip loosen slightly on his bag, which hung over his shoulder, as a sort of precaution. Students in this school were often unpredictable, they could just as easily burst into a long speech about their intentions or just flat out attack without warning.

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Silly Etiquette

A glance. A stare. A scratch on his ass chin both on his chin and ass. He ignored both.

However, he did start dragging the trash can with his left hand, as he walked over to the person. He could've lifted it, but he didn't feel like expending that much energy. Slowly, he raised his right hand... out to shake his. His eye looked at him, sincerely...

"You can call me... Jonathan. ...I haven't seen your vace before. Mm. Pleased to meet you. I'm now going to beat you with a trash can."

After the handshake, he would promptly lift up the aforementioned trash can, and, holding it by one of its hinges, attempt to do swing it across, the same thoughtful look on his face.

Trying to determine if he should use his Qi and go all out... or at least warm up the guy a little. There was, after all, kindness in the boy's eyes. "Unfettered" could not deny that much. Of course, there was no way for "Unfettered" to know this is (or was) the Student Body President. However, he could tell that this boy was strong at a glance. Not too many 'polite ones', though.. He just had to be sure.

Mm... kindness, huh?

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Bit by bit Saint’s eyebrow arched in curiosity as the large German dragged the trash can toward him. The only reason there was for such an action was inherently violent. Nonetheless the same kind expression remained on the pillar’s face, he hoped it would deter his counterpart from continuing with any combative measures… that he would see the serene caring eyes and reconsider. As naïve as he may have been, Saint did have his own type guard up in case of the inevitable. However, in spite of the overwhelming hints that an attack would come, he would still politely shake Jonathan’s hand without a second thought and there was not a look of shock when Jonathan told of his intent to beat Saint with a garbage can.

Of course that gave the student body president just a second more to react and avoid the trash receptacle. How? Well, his left leg went to the left and his right went to the right, which means by physics that Saint’s upper body dropped down below the can. The split was as perfect a split as a guy could do and effective as a way to save himself. Now he could counterattack in a manner that would cause great pain and perhaps leave his assailant crippled. Instead Saint spun in fashion people often associate with break dancing and swung his leg to sweep the back of his opponents knees and cause him to fail back in a manner that was less painful than other alternatives. Rolling to his hands in a instant, the flexible student sprung back into the air and back onto his feet, bag still on his shoulder. A small sigh escaped.

Sure the attack could have failed and Jonathan could be right on him, but Saint was well aware of his surroundings. He dropped his bag by the lockers and took a simple stance. He stood with his back straight, left leg underneath him as his right was in front with toes pointed toward his opponent. His left arm was by his chest, his right was extended in the same manner as his foot and both were open with palms facing upward.

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Taking It In

"Whoap.."

...Goodness. Such striking and sudden speed. "Unfettered" barely caught onto it, the boy was so fast. But, something to be noted, as he fell backwards. Hard on his bum too, and then curling up to violently begin rolling backwards. He was grinning. Confirmed.. aye, this boy was strong.

"Deceptively strong... amazingly flexible..." he muttered, quickly entering his boxing stance, his guard completely up, brushing the hair out of his face---And revealing an eye-patch.

"Yet you have a saint-like personality... What's your name? I must know it!"

Slowly dropping his guard. Still grinning, amused. He reminded him of someone... A vibe. But his lips remained sealed and shut. And how could he? He hadn't fought someone this interestingly strong since he took on Aureus Hayes nearly a year ago. Not at the high level of the transfers from 552... no. Not at Leon's level.

Musing, thinking, and musing some more..

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The small glimpse of a grin that the pillar got told him much about his opponent. Jonathan enjoyed fighting, from the unprovoked nature it would he liked pain, either inflicting it or being inflicted on him… maybe even both. This was the vibe Saint got from his opponent and if one considered his disposition with his opponent’s they might figure some bad blood would brew on Saint’s side due to unnecessary violence. He wouldn’t be much of a saint if that were true. He did make note of the eye match as well, however given his willingness to attack someone he didn’t know and one of Saint’s stature… he was strong had to be. Some one like that would easily have adjusted to covering such a disability. A sigh escape as he stood with adjusting his guard and answered the question politely and with a smile.

“My name is Zachariah Rose, most call me Saint quite ironically. A pleasure to meet you Jonathan… though it could have been under better circumstances, don’t you agree?”

Saint quipped as he stood on guard for the next assault that was almost sure to come. Being a pacifist meant that he would never be the end to initial a strike unless an opening that would end the bout reveals itself, this was not one of those situations. Now would be the first test of what he learned during his time away from this school, from which he was just returning. All things aside, one thing was certain… Jonathan had an edge, he had a ‘killer instinct’ one Saint had driven from himself with great effort.

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Self-Observation

“My name is Zachariah Rose, most call me Saint quite ironically. A pleasure to meet you Jonathan… though it could have been under better circumstances, don’t you agree?”

"'Tis a necessity, I'm afraid. Forgive me."

---Where the hell did that come from? Always changing, adjusting, according to the person he was dealing with, wasn't he? Although, the heavier tones of who he was still remained dominant. The unification of "Thrush" and Jonathan still left "Unfettered" with a strange feel.

Time to roll out.

Literally.

He made toward for the trash can suddenly, his eye switching back and forth between his target, and unfurled to give a quick kick to the trash can towards his opponent. This was, of course, the distraction.

Dashing now to follow up the trash can, he'd now see how he'd be able to fare with a standard pair of jabs. And, if both landed, he'd open himself up to let out a straight. The targeted areas? Chest, head... whichever he could get.

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Knowing a crowd had gathered, Saint could not and would not bring himself to simply avoid the flying trash can. Instead he swung his right foot up and kicked the can aside toward the lockers, away from the peanut gallery. Of course this made it impossible from him to truly dodge the coming attacks. He tucked his arms against his head as a protection as the jabs came in. Unable to fully withstand the blows, the pillar stumbled slightly and his arms moved away in order to help regain his balance. It left him open and once Jonathan through the straight… it landed squarely on Saint’s chest. Pain surged through his body as he began to tumble back from the blow.

Just as Saint began to fall back he throw his right leg out toward the gut of his opponent as a defensive measure. Undoubtedly this guy would chase the falling pillar so the kick would hopefully stun him enough to allow Saint to get back to his feet. If it failed, things would go from bad to worse.

Saint hit the ground hard and quickly spun on his shoulders, legs swung out in defense. All in one motion the pillar spun around and gathered his feet underneath himself to face his opponent as he rose to his feet. His training in Capoeira while living in Brazil as younger child was paying off, such spins did little to effect his sense of balance or make him dizzy. Back to his feet, a pain coursing through his chest, Saint retook his stance while awaiting the next attack. He’d never been in a true fight, a true disadvantage.

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Proceed..

---Where the hell did this crowd start forming from---"Oof..."

A quick grunt, as he was pushed back slightly.. Not enough to make him cough up blood or anything. His Poseidon Chest Plate could absorb two hits, at the cost of no damage, after all.

..Wow. This guy recovered quickly. Interesting. A grin took to "Unfettered's" face. But, why was he waiting? He was obviously faster then "Unfettered"...

"Aggression, fool! You'll get hurt worse if you don't take care of yourzelf!"

In spite of the helpful warning/hint, "Unfettered" was, for the most part, already charging at him. This time, his attack was much more obvious, but..

It was a right straight. But the thing was, it was obvious. Too obvious. And the grin definetely hadn't shrunk down. A miss would result in "Unfettered's" fist smashing into the locker.. but he'd push his legs forward, even then, and use his fist as a focal point to do a quick side-ways handstand from the locker to launch a downward kick, if this... 'Saint' was still in the vicinity below him.

Or, this 'Saint' could prove him wrong.. or pull out a bag of tricks or something.

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A smile formed on Saint’s lips at the advice his opponent gave him, such helpfulness. Nonetheless there was a charge to deal with at the present time. As the straight came, Saint stepped back with his right foot, which pinned himself against the wall, and swayed his body to his left to avoid the strike and let it slam into the locker. Everything was going to Jonathan’s plan, however Saint wasn’t going to sit back the entire time during this exchange. He had been waiting for the perfect time to strike…

As soon as the fist passed, Saint shot his right arm forward so it would strike hopefully before the rest of Jonathan’s plan could be completed. Positioned on an angle so his fingertips pointed toward the chin of his opponent and the heel toward the floor, the target was the shoulder socket with the outside, pinky side, beginning the contact surface as he strode into the strike with all his weight. Placing his left hand on his right wrist, Saint pushed with both hands as he planted his right foot behind the right of his opponent in an attempt to trip him or at least throw him off balance. The pillar doubted that he was strong enough plainly, but perhaps leverage would allow him to execute this. Meanwhile he gave his response.

“I shall take that risk in order to keep others from harm.”

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OOC: Just so you know... I am taking into account your stats before your custom growth item. Also.. 'Dunno which arm you're aiming at, so.. I'll just assume, if that's alright.

The Price

“I shall take that risk in order to keep others from harm.”

A punch came sanking into "Unfettered's" right armpit, a look of surprise coming over the German's face, as while it wasn't enough to pop out his bones, the right leg came behind his own.

Falling. Hah. This is getting fun.

The grin never dropped away from "Unfettered's" face as he braced himself, trying to push his chin towards his chest, landing on the upper part of his back. He managed to hold his head up, instead of having it slam the back of it against the floor. However, he landed hard on his left elbow... on the funny bone. It jarred in an excessively uncomfortable way. But that was alright. It took three seconds to recover, but his right leg, already up in the air, curled up, winding towards his chest, before attempting to shoot up at Saint's stomach.

It'd better be worth having fallling straight on his now bruising ass.

Provided the stomach kick worked out, with "Unfettered" still on his back, he'd use his right arm, grind it into the floor, and push himself away, horizontally, sliding away, giving Saint some time to recover.

"But sometimes, zis aggression.. initiative is needed to protect uzzers, ja?"

However, "Unfettered" would only say this if his attack and attempt to slide away worked.

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The pillar felt his opponent’s leg catch him in the stomach as he had not expected such an attack to come and was caught off guard by it. The force caused him to slam back against the lockers behind him with a loud metallic thud as his opponent was able to slide away across the floor, which was fine by Saint. Without experience in actual fights the greatest asset Saint had was his mind and ability to think things over, which meant the breaks in action worked to his advantage as he had yet to meet a student whose intelligence matched his own. He took a few deep breaths before responding.

“I refuse to believe that. I choose to think that everything can be solved through reasonable discourse. Violence should never be the first course of action… no matter how noble the cause might be. Violence begets violence and in the end everyone suffers.”

Slowly Zachariah rose back to his feet from his propped position against the wall and dusted himself off. He hoped that his words might strike a chord of some kind to put an end to this conflict but the rational fibers of his being put him back on guard and in his usual stance. Despite the suppose opportunity with his opponent on the ground, Saint was perfectly content to wait for the man to rise to his feet and see what was to happen next. Maybe his hopes would be granted… or the rational part of him would be correct yet again.

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Working Over Frustrations...

“I refuse to believe that. I choose to think that everything can be solved through reasonable discourse. Violence should never be the first course of action… no matter how noble the cause might be. Violence begets violence and in the end everyone suffers.”

"...But zat is humanity. We can only do the best as we can, as hypocrites we are. But if rape were beheld in your eyes, would you vait for the rape to actually occur? Vould you vait for gun to be fired, before you vent to stop ze aggressor? Tell me zat it is not a fact zat you are committing a sin, ze moment you think it! A killer's intent!"

Verbal wranglings. This man's mentality really was that of a saint. Something that he both admired and pitied. The thought crossed the young German's mind to even grab someone from the crowd, to give a more 'physical' example. But.. this boy. He reminded our dear German of a certain someone, almost. Always so defensive. But not yet at 'her' level.

Almost irritating.

---Though, it must be added that upon saying 'intent', "Unfettered" had already charged forward again, but would skid forward, his left leg front, as he'd skid to a stop, forcibly, and attempt to uppercut, before attempting to bob backwards, and weave forward for a simple, but forceful straight by his much more effective right hand.

Verbal wranglings.

Why waste his time even bothering with it? Why not whip out his Qi?

Quite simply, he wanted this to last. And he still had a few ounces of patience left...

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Saint would obviously disagree if given the time to speak, but alas he was not. Still we shall explore that… of course he would not wait for these acts to occur, he would try to stop them… but with as little violence as possible. If put in the situation where someone was going to be shot, Saint would do what everyone would picture a saint to do… move the target from the bullet’s path without a care to his own safety. Vengeance would never be an option. Of course Jonathan had made a mistake, whether he knew it or not, a very small one that might be a costly one. Despite his best efforts to overcome it one word, despite his knowledge of his past, would always have a power over him. All at once everything came rising to the surface forcing him over the breaking point.

Rape…

Saint’s mind was slowly breaking as his opponent charged toward him in an attack. His hands pressed against the sides of his head as the uppercut came in unbeknownst to the pillar as his eyes had clenched shut. The blow landed without resistance and sent the student body president careening across the floor. Hands remained clenched to his head as though they were attempting to hold it together as his face contorted in some kind of agony. Visions of suffering, agony, and exploitation surge through his being overloading it with emotions that could not be repressed all at once. Then as quickly as it came, it went and the pillar arose again… a different person. The kindness had been stripped from him. He licked the small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth before flashing a toothy grin, white teeth glistening with saliva. A single word slipped from the his lips, a low growl of a voice nothing like Saint’s…

“… purity…”

With that the large figure shot forward at full speed toward Jonathan with arms held out to his sides, fingers tensed like claws as he approached. But they were not the striking limbs… planting the left foot firmly in the ground, he swung his right foot toward the head of his opponent from left to right. This was followed in a quick motion, hit or miss, with a left heel kick to the left side of his opponent’s face like the previous one. There was one final move of this combination, after the two kicks both feet were brought back and used to propel the body forward in a lunge with the right arm extended with the hand still in the claw form. His goal was to dig his fingers into the chest of his hopefully stunned adversary and clench.

OoC: I apologize in advance if my attacks are confusing. ^_^