Troubles of #260

[Levi Kayamei]

AS the mob approached, Levi quickly noted the sluggishness that many of the attackers exhibited. This seemed to be an inevitability with any kind of prolonged attack and it was poor planning on their part for attacking in such a state, a mistake Levi planned to punish them for.

"Let's Go!"

Seeing the two students approach him, he kept them both in his field of vision and read their movements. They were still very fast for how tired they looked, but they were sloppy and easy to read. The first student jumped into the air to kick him, but the Asian simply ducked under it, his eyes focused on the other student. As the girl moved in to make a very wide hook, Levi turned his body as he stepped back and grabbed her passing wrist, using her own momentum to pull her off balance before swinging his leg up, his shin aiming to plant itself right into her face as she stumbled forward.

[Melanie Ross]

Melanie's eyes watched the student like a hawk eyed it's prey. He was going to regret his decision to stay.

"I told you to leave!"

Melanie would yell as her whip came forward lacing itself around his neck. Lifting her foot and jetting it for the inside of his left knee, she'd let a wide cruel smile cross her face as she looked him in the eyes before she ripped the whip back.

Deep inside Melanie watched as this new monster slayed it's victims. Why was this happening? Sure she was angry and upset, but why the extreme measures? This wasn't right.

[Krane Asiv]

Green hair flowed in a breeze, a gust of air foretelling of the conflict, the battle, the drums. The beat of the hurried pace of feet, the rattling hollow thud of bone on bone, the empty dry punishing sound of flesh being ripped from blunt force. It filled the Kraken with images, memories of his training. They were intense, mildly shocking, but they were a focusing point for him. The yellow shirt he wore flapping a bit with his slow pacing steps. The jeans he wore, a loose fit and faded nicely. His shoes plain and blue as well, sneakers best for running not fighting.

At this time Krane missed his battle armor, but that would come in time. Krane's good right eye would peer at the foes, they were everywhere, filling his senses with an endless battlefield he thought he would only know in death. Yet here it was, not just staring back at him, but threatening, and charging at him of its own volition. He was excited, something he wasn't used to even when training. He would destroy many unworthy today.

The first to claim this position was a simple enough attacked. Krane wanted to know what he could do, what he was capable of, and what this riot could produce. He allowed the strike to hit him in the right cheek.. Turning his head from the force, he could taste the copper of life in his mouth... It was a good hit, clean, sufficient... Pathetic. Krane used the force of turning back towards the attacker to bring his left arm around and over head in a whip like motion chopping the kid's collar bone, a satisfying cracking noise and Krane would lift his left leg, turning himself so his left now faced the kid screaming in pain. He would stomp outwards with the kick hurling the fool a few feet in pain.

Krane had enough time to plant his foot when he felt the attack... A foot, a kick, an assault unlike what he was used to being attacked with would catch him in the stomach, bending him, folding him like a rolled up towel over a pole. Saliva, blood, air... He had no more to give from his gut yet his body wished to expel more. He would fly back unable to maintain his stance crumpling in a heap holding his stomach, if he couldn't catch a break he would pass out from a lack of air. So fidgety and shaking Krane would lift a hand away from his stomach, being on his hands and face. Dragging the hand upwards in jerky motions he would grab himself by the nose and break it, the new pain forcing a gasp through the mouth allowing him to catch some air. However he was useless for a moment, vulnerable.

[Mr. Kaar]

Mister Kaar would watch, folding his arms and inspecting things... He didn't presume the riot would go very far from here. What Two-Five-Nine was able to field was impressive enough. He used all of this to evaluate the students as they fought, so far his opinion was low.

[Zack Asiv]

All enemies:
Atk: 20
Def: 1
Spd: 19
Per: 5
Eng: 5

Emily Suddenfield / Levi Kayamei

The combination of Levi and Emily destroyed the attackers. As Levi dodged, Emily slammed and stomped. As Levi grabbed, Emily struck. The combination seemed well placed and organized. They would both see Krane Asiv fly by and roll to a painful stop gasping for air.

Violet Lockheart

Problem was the girl was no athlete. She just happened to have a weapon and was using it in rage. Luckily the girl was using it in rage and had followed through leaving her completely open. Violet would floor the foolish girl. Though she wasn't alone either. Seemed a cheerleader had been with her and didn't find Violet knocking her friend out very cool.

The cheerleader would charge and go to grab Violet by the face with her left hand, stepping past and putting her right leg behind Violet's legs and push on her face to topple the girl over. She would aim then to slam Violet's head into the cement.

@arathornteros

Arathorn's crowbar kick was slow, but he assumed correctly, the guy was too worn out to dodge or catch it. He moved to flick it out of the way, but he misjudged and got nailed right in the fucking face. His jump kick to the stomach was a solid plan, problem being the guy he was kicking had a LOT of momentum and power, he'd take the kick and barrel right through catching Arathorn in the air by the shirt, aiming to throw him to the ground now with the urge to bend over still strong.

Magnus Hex

Magnus would feel the guy's arms breaking under his grip, and the guy would let out a sound of pain, but his mouth simply hung open as the power of Magnus was obvious. He was paralyzed from the amount of pain he was feeling from the grip, so much pain that he couldn't even scream. Magnus would proceed to dislocate both of the guys arms before finally putting him down.

Magnus just got kicked in the face! This one however was stronger than previous attackers. (25)

Melanie Ross / Kyle Nellist

Melanie would be unprotected from a rear facing assault from her current position as a kick would catch her in the mid back. However she did put down her previous assailant rather harshly. Cruel woman.

Tristan Korvel

A baseball is flying for Tristan's head!

Cereza Nova Grey

Cereza was in the clear for now, but she did notice a wide birth being given to one person on the field of battle, he sent Krane flying with one kick and just kicked one of 259's pillars in the face.

Marcelis Cross

Mars got hit in the left knee by a hockey stick, it likely hurt. She is reaching back for a second swing for the left side of Mars face!

[Melanie Ross]

Melanie had barely enough time to bask in her minor victory over the fallen before a hark kick to the back pushed her over the recently fallen body. Stumbling forward, Melanie would curse loudly and scramble back to her feet and spin around, her left side facing the enemy.

"You dare..."

Melanie's eyes would darken and a sort of crazed look would cross her face. Her hand would shoot to her satchel and yank out the Ivy packet. Smearing it over her hand and gathering saliva in her mouth, she would beckon with her other hand. Once he came at her, if he was throwing a punch, she'd duck beneath it, spit in her hand, and smear the mixture across his face. Her gaze would turn upward, searching for new enemies.

[Emily Suddenfield]

Emily, after assisting Levi, would begin to move through the crowd like a flowing river. Not attacking but instead looking for the leaders of the brawl. She had to find who started the riot and who was keeping it going. What the purpose of it was. She assumed if 260 had a Captain, he'd be out among the crowd, either trying to put down the riots or else instigating them.

When she found him, she'd have no choice but to break him.

OOC: Emily is darting through the crowd searching for the 260 SC!

[Deleted]

Keeping a blank face the whole time, the only thought that came to mind once being caught was just simply "Crap."

However, in response to being grabbed, he planted his left heal into the man's armpit, making sure he slammed the hardest part of the heal into the nerve in his armpit (presumably making his arm limp), held firmly to the man's wrist, and slammed the back of his right heel into the attackers throat.

[Violet Lockheart]

~We Rise~

Bam! Down like a rock. Violet would stand yet again with a victorious grin on her face that same hand that delivered the uppercut shooting further up in the air like some Gurren Lagann victory gesture. "Yes! I did it!" She'd proclaim with the utmost excitment, that was until she locked eyes with another combatant. Uh-Oh. Slowly the realization would come to mind as the cheerleader tore ass at Violet, the cogs in Vi's head however still in the thralls of victory dancing to respond well enough to counter getting taken down full charge from the attack and getting knocked onto her ass. Instinctively Vi would hold on tight to the wrist of the other girl pulling her down as well either to a crouch or head over heels with Vi before coming into clutches with the cement. Bam! That was smarts.

From her ground position Vi would move her hands up to protect her face sliding them beneath the girl's grip and positioning her thumbs on the inside of the cheerleader's palm, letting her fingers trail along the backside of her hand and would push back into an aikido defensive motion stressing control over her opponent's grasp. "Get off me please...?" She'd continue applying pressure like this until the girl surrendered of her wrist broke.

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Combat Stuffs

ATK: 10
DEF: 15
SPD: 10
PER: 5
ENG: 19

Stamina: 164/190 - 13%(20)Cement smackdown x2 Crit = 130/190
Resistance: 13%

[Tristan Korvel]

~I'd love to change the world~

"Cereza..They're fighting each other."

Tristan would chuckle to himself. Of course they were. It was a bunch of rabble with no real head to the bunch best to just stick out of the trouble and be done with it. That being said however he wasn't out of the danger yet as a baseball flew his direction. With a quick motion Tristan would duck and move his arm up and outright to catch it in his palm smacking him damned hard all the same. The plight of not carrying a glove on yourself but at least he wasn't needing any sort of dental work now. However a furious posture overcame him and the boy would shoot dangers in the general direction of the throw.

"Can't you see I'm having a conversation here!" Tristan would shout vehemently before lobbing the ball with increased force towards where it'd come from although having not seen its original passer probably falling short accuracy wise.

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Combat Stuffs

ATK: 10
DEF: 5
SPD: 15
PER: 15
ENG: 5

Stamina: 40/50 -3/4(19) = 35/50
Resistance: 5%

[Marcelis Cross]

I realized how hard it is to give a damn

But you can't blame a guy for trying...

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**'No time to relax, gotta get out of the thick of it...' The young man though to myself as the mob began to shift all around him. If he stood idle, he was going to get surrounded. And he is not a man that can handle four people on one so easily yet. The crowds noise caught his senses in the frenzy, he hated the chaos blocking everything, but he all enjoyed it at the same time. Enough which he would not mind going into the thick of it now... Getting hit, hitting others, his mouth began to draw itself into a small grin as a thought popped into his head. Strangely enough his mother... Telling him he doesn't have to be like his father... His mind was stuck in a sour memory until, Pain shot into his leg causing him to fall.

"Ack... Shit what the fu-"

**His voice cut off by the appearance of a woman with a hockey stick. Coming into view in front of him. Now... He was pissed. First he was enjoying himself a bit, then a poor time to bring up his mother and THEN getting hit out said memory no matter how sad it was. His eyes lit aflame, not true flames mind you just waking up after dozing off when you really didn't want to. His mind closed off all the things around him as the female wind up and released her attack aiming for her head. Well one course of attack which will suck, lifting his arm up, he decided to block the attack. But using his right arm, he punched the opposite spot where the stick was going to hit on his arm. PAIN! But his head was ok. And he took the opportunity to focus his pain to his already building anger. Grunting from the blow, he knew the girl's hands would hurt, meeting a hard surface with her hands not covered, she was /possibly/ in the same position, but good thing for him, he still had his dominate hand.

"GAAAAHHHH"

**His battle cry wasn't even for the pain, more so the fact his anger reached his peak. He already abandon the notice of using left arm effectively so now he was have blood, no boxing, no calmness, just blood. Taking about three steps to clear the gap, he grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt and pull her in fiercely to have her face meet his head in the worse way. Colliding his forehead directly into her nose to hopefully break it. His right arm which had collar the whole time would release as his left almost dead arm would be placed on her right shoulder. At the same time a harsh elbow would collide with her left jaw bone... Once, twice, thrice until he felt her limb and let her go. His anger was not to be sated as he rushed to another person, who was in the mix with someone else... He didn't noticed it but the people were more fighting each other than actually attacking the school per se, but in his mind that didn't matter. He quickly grabbed the person's face, with his thumb jabbed into the left eye socket. His scream could have startled the other boy he was fighting which gave Mars the opening to uppercut him with his left hand. It hurt like a bitch but he just wanted to land a hit to get him panicking. The boy would throw a blow, a wild one where Mars would simply duck and release another uppercut with his more powerful right hand. Turning back to face boy he just hurt before, he would grab the collar and smash his forehead on his nose, the blood would spray on Marcelis' face as his opposition crumbled to the ground. Mars shouts again towards others that were within earshot or anyone that could hear beyond the roar of battle.

"You little fucks think you can hurt me! Come at me and i'll break your fucking face!"

NOTES: Again, if I have overstepped myself please let me know. ☼ TAGS:Zack Asiv

☼ Menma

[Cereza Nova Grey]

{Tristan Korvel }

'The betrayal you see is trivial
What is truly fearsome is
the betrayal you don't.'
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"Hm?"

-- Tristan's laugh went unrecognized as Cereza caught sight of a rather strong opponent on the field. He sent one flying and kicked another in the face. He was different from the rest that was for certain. He didn't act almost mindlessly like the rioters. No he was precise and direct. And where the hell did he even come from? This conflict wasn't her issue - to which was noted many times. Should she engage the mystery man? The way Cereza operated more than likely she wasn't going to. But the itch of a good challenge was knocking but she never was one to fall for that. Instead she'd just throw on from anti itch cream and leave it at that. A familiar yell drew her attention briefly as she scanned the ground till she saw Marcelis. He got hurt. Got pissed. Then put the hurting back from what she saw and knew of him.

"The lion roars and the dragon sharpens its talons. Temper temper."

-- There she went again, speaking in almost riddles. Looking back to the mysterious stranger she pointed him out to Tristan, making an accusation in the process.

"Pretty sure he was the one. Maybe you should throw the ball at him. He is being rude with his interruptions."

-- She would shrug at the end as she referred to the dodge ball. She found his little outburst amusing to say the least. And though she wasn't truthful in her accusation she wondered what would come of it. Would Tristan act or give the guy a verbal warning too? For herself she had nothing better to do just yet while reamining observant.

MADE BY KIROUKO OF GANGNAM-STYLE

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi smiled at the girl who had recently become his tag team partner, wittingly or otherwise. He was pleased with how well the fighting was going and his confidence built with each successful defense. He turned just in time to see the man fly backwards straight from a man holding his leg out, clearly having just kicked the moaning man on the ground. Levi gaped at the young student with clearly superior kicking power, impressed by the level of power displayed.

"woah..."

While Levi certainly couldn't say he could do the same and the power of that kick was impressive, he was far from intimidated and quickly refocused, taking a few steps forward before shouting at him.

"Hey! Golden leg, let's see what you've got!"

The goal with this challenge was certainly not to beat him alone, it was to hopefully get the fighter to bring himself deeper into their ranks, putting the numbers back on their side against what Levi hoped was the mob's strongest fighter. The young Asian took a defensive stance and waited to see if the man would take the bait and hoping that, if he did, that the others would be ready to seize the opportunity. 

[Zack Asiv]

All enemies:
Atk: 20
Def: 1
Spd: 19
Per: 5
Eng: 5

Emily Suddenfield

Emily would rush through easily uninterrupted, she would however find no indication of the Two-Sixty School Captain even near the back of the mess. Just students being arrested at this point. Not only that, but the only pillar possibly fielded was the one that just took down Emily's First Pillar.

Levi Kayamei

The guy would put his leg down and adjust his glasses. Looking right at Levi, a cool near expressionless face would peer giving off a stern aura. He didn't fall easily into provocation or the whims of some low life from Two-Five-Nine. He would place his hands in his pockets and take a few steps forward.

"Guess I'll have to handle you next."

With that he was off, bent low and leaning forward, hands still in his pockets as he thrust a right side kick for Levi's mouth!

Atk: 20 (25)
Def: 18 (20)
Spd: 20 (27)
Per: 18
Eng: 15

Violet Lockheart

The cheerleader was in a mess of pain from the grip, giving a quick whimper of pain from the constant pressure, her eyes watering with the pain until the rage returned. Pushing her wrist past the breaking point before Violet would be able to the wrist would snap and give her just enough room to adjust and aim to kick Violet in the head while she was on the ground!

@arathornteros

Arathron's kicks would hit home, bringing down his attacker in a painful choking heap! He would be able to see one of the pillars however on the ground with a cheerleader from Two Sixty getting ready to go to curb stomping!

Melanie Ross

"Bring it, Two-Five-Nine, bitch!"

The guy would call as he fell for her ruse aiming a wide arcing hook for her face, not expecting her to be prepared for the assault and smear something on his face, he thought she had simply missed an eye gauge as he spun throwing his fist behind him in a lariat to catch her in the head, opening his eyes to see if it worked allowed her concoction to seep in, the new pain on his face was slow to start until it became a crippling mess of irritation screaming and scratching.

Tristan Korvel

Tristan's throw would hit someone though who? There was no telling.

A soccer ball is flying for Tristan's face!

Cereza Nova Grey

Cereza was left alone this round...

Marcelis Cross

Mars beat the ass off the girl with the hockey stick. He would find himself beating up a limp noodle after the headbutt. This scared many of those around him, not to mention the following battle cry, they gave him space for now.

A baseball is heading for his head! From behind!

[Melanie Ross]

Melanie would snap her whip around both his legs, dive away and take a knee, ripping the whip back. After he fell, Melanie would look around the 'battlefield' seeing Krane on the ground. Abandoning her downed opponent, Melanie would quickly make her way to him and standing guard. No one would hurt a downed man in front of her. Taking a quick glance behind her, Melanie would yell:

"You alright? What happened?"

Not that she cared or anything... He was just that one asshole that broke that one kid's arm... She totally did NOT like him. Not at all. Not one little bit. None. Like he was kinda cute, but really. How cute could a guy really be? Pff... Nope. No fucks given. She just didn't want him to get hurt more than... Never mind. Mind on the battlefield...