making a name for myself (unfettered)

[queya]

Jonathan leaned against the wall, keeping his head downcast. At first glance, it would appear that he was staring at the ground, but upon further observation, you would discover that from his angle he could see people coming from both ends of the hallway.
Jonathan new no one at the school. He had no friends, had no girl, didn't even have a roommate. That was why, on thins particulr afternoon, he was here, waiting for someone famous at the school to come down the hall. Jonathan wanted to make a name for himself, a the only way he could do that, he thought, was putting himself against the best. Jonathan was waiting for no less than five minutes when a target appeared.

"Hey. I've been waiting for you!"

["Unfettered"]

Answering The Call

Meandering about, through the hallway, the German walked about. Blue jeans, large black jacket (his Hades Coat), and a large scarf trailing about himself (and of course, all his gear on, right underneath his clothes as usual), he was looking contentedly about. A slightly 'focused' look in his eyes, as if he was distracted, that look of 'seriousness' crossing about his thin-ish lips.---

"Hey. I've been waiting for you!"

---...Stopping abruptly in mid-step, "Unfettered" looked about. Not exactly irritated. But...

He blew his mouth up, blowing the hair away from the eye-patch over his eye socket's eye-patch was to get a 'closer view', due to habit.

"Vaiting? Shouldn't you be eating lunch or somezing, punk?"

Strangely enough... a grin was curling about the edge of his lips. A challenger?

*CRACKLECRACKLECRACKLE*

...

*CRACKLECRACKLECRACKLE*

Grinding his fists into his palms, he cocked his head to the side.

"..Or do you need some help digesting vith a few punches in your stomach?"

[queya]

"..Or do you need some help digesting vith a few punches in your stomach?"

Jonathan curled his fists, becoming angry after this insult.

"No man. I don't like that crap they serve in the cafeteria. I decided to have a fight for lunch, and maybe one for dinner."

Jonathan began to pump his fists together, and he began to prepare his legs by shaking them out to his sides. He thought that this guy was going to be easy, and he prepared to launch himself into the air.

(OOC: i edited it to make a little more sense.)

["Unfettered"]

OOC: ... Maybe too much cautious RPing... I can't really tell if you're kicking at "Unfettered's" sides... If I get something wrong, lemme know, and I'll edit.

A CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED

"No man. I don't like that crap they serve in the cafeteria. I decided to have a fight for lunch, and maybe one for dinner."

OOOHHHH... A feisty one, eh? He hadn't come across one of these in a while. Everyone was usually dull, 'calculating', trying to 'understand'... So much hassle. A grin was on "Unfettered's" face now.

"Gut spirit... NOW LET'Z ZEE YOU IN ACTION!" came a sudden roar, as he tensed up his whole body, head forward, looking downward, fingers crackling. Quickly following up this 'subtle' show of power, he charged forth, intensity in his eyes. Intent. Stepping in quickly with his left foot, he charged with his final right-step, attempting to slam both his palms into the punk's stomach...

A powerful shove-move. But avoidable? Yes... If the the bastard jumped up, it might soften the blow a bit, but aerial projection would be assured---Unless this punk had some tricks up his sleeve.

Time to test the mettle, he grinned precariously to himself..

[queya]

"Gut spirit... NOW LET'Z ZEE YOU IN ACTION!"

Jonathan watched as his target sprang forward. He admired his opponent's show of power. This was gonna be fun, he told himself. While is opponent hed been talking, Jonathan had subtley shifted his weight to his left foot, and when his opponent dashed forward, he quickly avoided most of the hit by absorbing the hit and spinning to his left, where is weight was concentrated on. Even though he spun out of the hit, it still smarted a bit.

While spinning to the left, Jon had gone low to do a sweeping kick at his opponents feet. Let's see if you can dodge this, Jon thought.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: You learn fast, and you're a fast poster.

LET'Z GET TECHNICAL!

Fast.Faster then the German... but by how much?

A grin propped up on "Unfettered's" face. Not bad. Not bad at all... But there was no time to watch, as already the punk was back at it with his own attack, a sweep from the right (the punk's left).

He decidedly threw caution to the wind, and threw his entire body down, right elbow going to his knee, left hand palm on the ground by his left knee, to absorb the kick. Testing the strength... Good. But not strong enough... yet. "Unfettered" grunted a little though, both from pain, and forcibly sliding his left hand to his right, propping up his left leg to kick toward's the punk's stomach.

The kid was fast, so, he'd undoubtedly dodge this, but...

...A glint of the eye.

[queya]

Jon expected his opponent to be stunned by the fall after his kick or at least caught off guard. Instead, he saw his opponent start to kick at him. Jon took the kick in the stomach, but he used the force of the kick to slide himself back a few feet away from his opponent by pushing on the ground when his opponent kicked him. It hurt, but his slide absorbed some the the force. While sliding, he pushed off the ground so he twirled in the air sideways for a few moments and landed on his feet in a ready position. Then Jon ran towards his opponent and jumped in the air, about to kick him with both feet. Let us hope this at least dazes this son of a bitch, Jon thought.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Well done so far... Time to kick it up a notch/Get more hits exchanged.

Observations...

Tragedy.

Suspense.

Danger.

Thrill.

The German knew he had made contact. Felt it. Yet, it didn't feel right. In the past two years of being at this school, with all the fighting that came along with simply surviving here... it came to an instinct. But it was not enough for him to realize in time that as his opponent went sliding off, spinning off into the air, that this opponent was definetely above the usual type of trash that he normally fought against. Talent. Potential. Hah. The grin grew wider, even as the punk jumped again into the air, slamming both his feet towards "Unfettered", just as he quickly raised up both his forearms in a box-like protection about himself.---

*SLAMCRNCH*

"Nicht schlecht..."

Back against the lockers, a bit of blood coming from the corner of his lips... it was impressive. The strength itself behind this guy's attacks wasn't 'all that', but the utilization of physics, momentum, as well as the diminishing environment of the German made for a pretty damn good hit, even if indirectly so.

Almost tiredly, he thought to himself of the new set of bruises he was going to get after this fight, his arms and leg already starting to wince, minimized only by the increasing amount of adrenaline being released in "Unfettered's" body.

Elbowing himself out of the impact-crater he'd made in the lockers, he began to dash at the boy, his arms trailing behind him, his head going at a downward angle. An old move... mixed with a new. If he was fast enough, he'd lightly jump up into the air, towards the punk, attempt to land a light 'step-kick' into the punk's stomach... and if that connected, he'd 'roll-forward' in mid-air, and try to get his left leg to go for a meteor-strike downward at the punk's head, for a critical hit.

[queya]

Jonathan saw a litttle rickle of blood come out of his opponents mouth after he had kicked him and landed back on his feet. Yes, he thought to himself. Before he had time to think of anything else, his opponent dashe dforward and lightly jumped into the air. He was able to absorb the kick to his stomach by going along with it, but he was surprised when his opponent sent his left leg in a downward kick toward his head. It connected, but luckily, Jon was able to roll his head abit. The kick still sent him sprawling to the floor.

"Nice one, man."

Jon was on his hands and knees, pretending to be very tired. If his opponent tried to attack him while he was on the ground , he would be in for a big surprise...

["Unfettered"]

Suspicions

"Nice one, man."

...And the punk was on his hands and knees. But still upright... in a sense. That meant there was still energy. The stance, however, was one of defeat. Obviously, the question was: Was it?

Choices:

-Hit him, make sure of it. Logic: Many of his hits had never really made full-on contact... or 'felt' right. This was 259, after all... deception came with the natural flow of violence and drama. Counter: ...If he wasn't really down, this could possibly end badly...

-Take him to the nurse's office. Logic: If the boy was really injured enough, it was polite courtesy, at least. Counter: ...Far too dangerous. The punk wasn't unconcious, which made this all the more suspicious.

-Walk away. Logic: If the punk left him be, what was fair was fair. Counter: If this punk decided to back-attack him, it was definetely possible, considering the difference in speed.

...No.

Instead, "Unfettered" dismissed all options and took an alternative option and just stood there. Watching him. Get to know him like that 'Saint' from before? Mess with his head? A mind game for a mind-game?

Taking a step forward, he looked over. A distance of two feet. Within range for an attack. But his eye just waiting, fully-open, emenating a feel of something 'strange'. An aura? Imagination? Lips pursed, the German put his hands behind his back, clasping them within each other, yet somehow... appearing to prepare himself for a counter.

Just.

Standing.

There.

Watching, watching, watching...

Watching.

[queya]

Jon felt his opponents's eyes digging into his back. Come, on, man, he thought. Just attack me. You've got nothing to lose. Instead of attacking him, though, he just stood there. Dangit, he aint falling for it. He even took a couple steps forward until he was within two fett of Jon.

Oh i know what you're doing, thought Jon.

He was letting Jon take the next move, something Jon hoped wouldn't happen. His mind became a blur of what he should do next, when the solution came. It was extremely risky, and would probably det him to the hospital if he messed up. It's worth a shot, he thought.

Jon tensed up, and sprang like a leopard. He wasn't jumping away from his opponent. Rather, he was springing towards his opponent, hoping to surpirse him with this insane move. He grabbed hs opponent's ankles and a split second later pushed off his feet so he was doing a front flip towards his opponent. If this worked, his opponent would get kicked by his feet and would be knocked down, and Jon's momentum would bring his feet down, again on the guy. If it didn't work, his back would be an open target to attack. If, however, amazigly it did, Jon would kick this fight up a notch.

["Unfettered"]

Spirit Versus Experience

For a moment, he waited, wondering if this punk had actually given up. Something noticeable in itself, since that would show tactics... but tactics were more commonly used by those who had nothing to lose, such as himself. This boy... his greatest strength was that he had nothing to lose in losing this fight, and plenty to gain in winning.---Ohp. "Unfettered" quickly caught sight of the sudden change in aura, the way the body held itself, quickly attempting to step back, but to no avail.

Weight would make the German almost stumble backwards. His arms were locked up behind him, rushing quickly forward, but they wouldn't make it in time... so the German threw his arms to his sides, as he bent his knees, and into the punk's back as he tried to flip-kick into "Unfettered". Therein, he counter-balanced himself and the punk in that position, receiving the two kicks as glancing blows at the sides of his face... creases of blood dripping down, just below his eyes, as he'd use this close-quarter situation to pivot his right foot, in an attempt to get the boy off-balance, while shifting the momentum of his right arm into a powerful close right hook into the punk's side, slamming his hips to adjust powerfully.

...This was starting to get interesting...

[queya]

Jonathan was thrown to the side by the hit. Since he was off balance, he flew a distance, landing about ten feet away... on his face. He groaned in pain, and thought to himself that that was the stupidest move he had ever done, but a glance at his opponent by lifting his head off the ground revealed that he did not fail miserably. He had managed to draw more blood from his opponent. Jon lifted himself off the ground qyuickly and rantowards his opponent. When he was a few feet from his opponent he jumped off the ground and brought his legs up so that his feet was touching his bottom. He was going to try to hit his opponent with his knees in the chest. His momentum and the strength of his knees would hopefully throw his opponetn off his feet.

["Unfettered"]

Experiment

Blood.

Yet, when he punched the kid in the side... nothing came out. He'd expect the boy to be at least winded, especially with a punch in the side... but it appeared as though at the sight of "Unfettered", the punk was whipped to a frenzy anew.

Charging... right for him.

A grin...

And just like that, "Unfettered" stretched out his arms like a fool, letting the punk knee him in the chest. Effectively sliding backwards again, the combined strength and momentum... But this was not without purpose. Without even keeling over, the German's throat convulsed and coughed up more blood... an injured stomach, perhaps, but it'd heal over time. The grin didn't go away, however, and only when he'd finished sliding about seven feet backwards did "Unfettered" slowly lower down his arms.

"...All of your effective attackz... require momentum."

Slowly walking, winded, catching his own breath with slow breaths, letting the punk catch his own, stepping deliberately, closing in on the punk, face unmoving in this frightening, solid stare with his one eye.

"...Zerefore... you must consume a lot of energy... and zerefore, as it stands right now, going from medium-ranged to close combat would only serve to tire you out just as rapidly."

"Zink, boy. Or you'll juzt tire yourzelf out before I do."

Methodical. Already testing the strength, checking (and amused with) the superior speed, but from here on, so long as "Unfettered" blocked/avoided most of this punk's 'heavy' attacks, this punk would simply go kaput. But that's if this punk had a small amount of will power/conditioning.

And within four feet, with blood, unwiped, collecting and dripping at his chin, a solid glare charging straight at the boy's gaze, he'd prop up his arms in a street-boxing sort of manner, his feet taking up a boxing stance really quickly. Bouncing on the toes. All the while, never stopping his grin. All the while, never dropping this newfound interest in the boy.

Was he getting serious?

Edit: Just added description... nothing difference with physical context.

[queya]

"...Zerefore... you must consume a lot of energy... and zerefore, as it stands right now, going from medium-ranged to close combat would only serve to tire you out just as rapidly."

"Zink, boy. Or you'll juzt tire yourzelf out before I do."

He was right. Jon was starting to feel tired, and even though he tried not show it, that blow to his side was starting to hurt bervery badly. He should've realized that the moves he was throwing were going to tire him quickly. Jon ttok a few steps back, somewhat frightened by his opponent's glare. He tried not to show his fear, because it was dangerous to show fear. That was something he had learned the hard way on the dtreets. Instead, he attempted a grin, and brought up his arms in a boxing stance like his opponent just did. He started to think that he could not win this fight, when he realized that he had aforgotten a common courtesy that he had tried to keep up to in the streets, even if others didn't.

"By the was, I'd like to know the name of the man that I'm fghting."

Of course, he had already heard of this man, the german, with the eyepatch. It was just common courtesy. After this polite exchange would be made Jon would charge and show his true speed...