Spar (Saint)

[John]

So as was his new mission from returning recently. Wait… Getting ahead of myself, you see John Ong has been recovering from the beating he got from that Enforcer Captain. The guy used that red drug and burned a hole in Ong’s chest. A hole that seems to not want to heal. Now he has been doing his research after agreeing to that display with Asiv to learn more about that Correctional Facility where all these drugs where coming from, he learned Asiv died. That bastard didn’t keep his end of the bargain, so instead Ong went to check it out by himself, which was a bad move because he never made it IN to the building. He made it on the grounds but the security was so strong he didn’t make it far and was once again sent to the hospital.

So now, his new mission was to… Yep, find help. As much as John HATED the idea that he was too weak to do the job by himself, it was all too clear he wouldn’t be able to do it in his condition… And probably not in good health either. So what do you do when you need to find strong people? Show off. That pisses off strong fighters like nothing else, and if that doesn’t then the beatings people get while your showing off gets the attention of strong fighters who do the right thing, but in any case, he had left a hall way of bodies behind him, only problem was this straight scratching ring in his head now, coming from the pain over-load in his chest.

Walking down the hall holding his chest a little on his left side actually showing his pain was Ong, standing before a bunch of punk students waiting for someone strong to step out of the group. He’d spar them, then ask for… Help.

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{Obscure reference ftw!}

If Saint had played video games as a child, he may have come across a little game called Metal Gear Solid and an infamous scene where the hero must follow a hallway covered in blood and bodies of dead guards. The difference being these poor souls weren’t dead just in a great deal of pain, Saint was nothing like the hero character Snake and the person leaving this trail was not likely to be someone interested in dying, or a masochist, or a man thought to be dead, or in a super ninja suit. Nonetheless the pillar followed the trail of bodies so he might find the cause to this all. Yep, there the man was approaching a crowd of students who looked to each other as though to see which of them would step up to the challenge yet they were all far too afraid despite the man’s obvious pain…

That guy stole his fried dough!

Yes, Saint remembered the incident at the carnival where someone looking just like this guy stole his half eaten fried dough, he could be mistake but the resemblance was uncanny. Just like Saint’s memory for being able to recall such a long past event. As he approached the crowd turned their attention to him, curious that a pillar who’d been beaten recently would be willing to take on someone who’d left such a wake of destruction. Stepping carefully, his large white coat standing out amidst the carnage as his hands rested in his pockets, Zachariah addressed the man loud enough to get his attention.

“You look in pain, my friend. Perhaps it would be better if you stopped all this and rested your body before your injuries become even more severe than they already are. You won’t be able to achieve your goals if you don’t keep your strength up and take better care of yourself.”

True enough paths like this were only left when the culprit had some sort of goal… infamy, power, a title, every single one of them. Saint knew not what this man’s intentions were but if it was attention he wanted, he had succeed… the student body president was here and had no intentions of leaving without resolving the issue.

[John]

John turned towards the person stepping out from behind him. His dark red eyes looking at the guy. Well he did remember, but he didn’t know if this guy remembered, that was when he was a little… worse off than usual. He took his arm away from his chest. This blasted wound never seemed to go away. He damned his pain and having to waste so much energy on these other students. But it could not be helped he needed to get someone’s attention, because he didn’t have time.

“Well I’m sorry, but I really don’t have time for that. Sorry about having to draw so many people in to this, it was the only way I knew for sure I would get what I wanted. That’s enough talk from me for now though, care to spar?”

John would lean back on his right foot, putting his injured ribs away from Saint, and raising his arm bent up for protection. This wasn’t his usual Muay Thai fighting, this was just a free style spar so he could get to know this guy. He’d need whatever strength Saint had after this spar if he was strong.

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There was little Saint could say in retort, answering no meant that this guy would simply continue his path until he found someone who would fight him, which meant more students would be injured and John’s would become more severe. So, as much as he hated to admit it, the best course of action would be to spar this young man and try to put an end to it. The student body president nodded his head slowly in acceptance of the challenge before taking the stance he’d been taught on his latest departure from the school, right foot forward so his body was angled toward his opponent with his feet just more than shoulder-width apart. His weight was center with his left arm tight to his chest, the right extended out in front of him both with palms open and facing upward.

Saint disliked being the aggressor but this was a spar, no intent to do serious harm on each other, a mere test of skill made that easier. Not to mention he could continue working on the kinks in his technique. Thus after a brief moment of anticipation, Saint shot forward at about three quarters of his full speed as there was no need to go all out. Both hands nestled themselves by his waist as he closed the distance between the two, in preparation for an apparent attack. The plan was a test, the guy was injured and there was no way of telling how much it was affecting him from a mere look without the presence of blood. Saint had no intention of continuing this spar much further if the guy failed this test.

As he neared, Saint planted his left leg and started to move his hands up in a striking motion as though transferring the speed of his run into them. The hands were open with palms aimed to strike the upper part of the guy’s torso, however they would never reached that perceived target… instead halting mere inches from it. No the real test attack was what his right foot did in the mean time, it stepped on young John’s front most foot. Simple enough.

The test was this, if the pain was severe enough John’s vision and mental capacity at increased speeds would be diminished. Thus he would not be able to notice the foot coming down on his own and if he tried to step back with that foot in a dodge… he’d fall. With Saint not even at full speed that would be the first failure. Granted they still might continue, perhaps the attack was tricky enough to catch him off guard however unlikely. The second part was if John fell how it affected him. If he was slow, labored, and in obvious pain the two would be done right there as Saint would have reached conclusion that John was too injured to continue. But if John got up without such signs, they could continue… but Saint would continue to hold back. Of course, there was the chance that John avoided all together.

[John]

John knew this guy would be making the mistake that these punks mite of been the ones to injure him. Like that would happen. This injury was way older than that. Months old. That damn Enforcer Captain and his stupid punch. John’s studies on the human Qi, had brought him to believe that punch must have been combined with some sort of Qi for it to be medically unsolvable.

Anyways, the mistake that Saint was making was thinking he’d let pain like that stop him from a good spar. His eyes began to glow slowly as he began to be able to see the hydrogen particles in the air, as they would brush his hand a few centimeters off the skin they would ignite into fire as his own distraction. He’d send his fist at about medium height straight out with extra reach due to being side ways, therefore may make Saint ditch his attack, if not, he’d have to go from there.

His left arm curling up at his side, ready to attack, even though using that arm would hurt his chest, he had a way to equal the playing field, even if Chi had told him not to. It would help show this guy what he was aiming to destroy.