"So this is where...." (OPEN)

[Damien Blaze]

It had been quite the time.

Reaching out, Damien gently pressed against the door to the Pillar's office with the tips of his fingers. The doors hinges creaked as it drifted inward, revealing the office of the Captain and his or her associates. Damien had never held a title, never kicked his feet up on a desk with a fancy object signifying his importance to the school hierarchy. It just wasn't in him. His brother, however, held this title more times than he could count. Lot of good it did him.

"So this is where....it all began."

His brother convinced him to come to 259....to treat teaching as a new hobby. But Damien didn't think his brother would appreciate his influence. Damien hated the corporal punishment system along with it's methods of control- like the Pillar system, but worse.

The S.H.C.P....they were a policing force used to keep the people in line.

He would let this hand run gently over the table as he observed the room, waiting for someone to either come here for help, or to return from 'patrol', as they call it.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would return from patrol wearing his armor. He usually only wore it while on patrol. Entering the office to find someone there already, someone aged more than a student... School staff no doubt.

He would move to the desk and remove the headdress that kept his dead eye from view and set it down, moving to unhook the clasps to his gauntlets and shoulder protectors.

"Krane Asiv. Current acting School Captain. To what do I owe the visit?"

His uncle had been instructing him on proper greeting protocol. He felt he was getting better at it.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien turned and furrowed his brow.

"Acting School Captain....?"

He didn't get all the mechanics of school student hierarchy yet, but he was happy to learn. From what he'd understood, the school captain was a female but...he also knew those things changed at the drop of a dime. He placed both hands in his pockets.

"I'm the new PE teacher. Damien Blaze."

[Krane Asiv]

"The previous School Captain stepped down suddenly. I took over the title without a proper challenge."

Krane rubbed the ring on his right hand then looked to the now introduced PE teacher likely to be called Coach Blaze as it were...

"Well then, Coach. Just orienting yourself with the school, or do you require official action from my office."

It wouldn't be the first time.

[Damien Blaze]

"I do require it, actually."

Damien would leap over the table, using his left hand to plant on it's surface and whipping his body around to try and slam both feet into Krane's chest and blow him back out the door. He'd put both feet on the ground and begin to roll up his left sleeve (assuming it worked), using his left hand to run it through his hair once done. Then, he rolled up his other sleeve.

"Show me what got you here to the top."

He'd wait for Krane to come in this time- intent to see what he could do.

Damien's Stats for the thread:

Atk: 25
Speed: 25
Defense: 25
Perception: 25
Engergy: 40

[Krane Asiv]

Krane was unprepared for the attack as he was launched with his chair through the door and into the far wall in the hallway. His head slumping from the place his body created for him in the wall. It hurt in most places already.

'Powerful.'

Krane would pull himself from the spot in the wall and jump up getting horizontal and placing his feet in the wall he would launch himself at Damien. It was a straight forward attack. Krane however sermized he would not win this altercation. So he simply had to go all out right off the start.

However it would look like he was aiming a full scale two hand Superman punch. His true attack required action from his opponent.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien put both hands in his pockets.

His right leg would whip up to try and kick Krane in the stomach with those steel-toed boots, sending his body up to smash into the ceiling before falling to the ground. That was what he intended, anyway. What he pictured for the young Captain. Krane didn't talk- Damien liked that. No threats. No taunts. No words of promise. Just action.

He liked that very much.

[Krane Asiv]

He saw the motion, not the action. All he could do was act as well. The nearly invisible tentacle would lash out to wrap Damien neck like a whip. When the kick slammed his gut and sent him into the ceiling his eyes went wide and blurry with tears. His mouth evacuated his spit before his lungs blew all its carbon behind that. However Krane wouldn't reach the ceiling pulling with all his might using the tentacle to bring them to determine again he would drive a knee towards Damien face using the tentacle as a make shift clinch for a muay Thai styled knee.

After this though Krane had very few follow up tricks to gain an advantage.

[Damien Blaze]

"GRK-"

The tentacle wrapped around his neck, Damien bringing a hand up promptly to try and grip the writhing mass. If he was able to grip it, he'd pull back down hard to try and slam Krane into the ground, pain radiating up his back. He didn't like it when things were wrapped around his throat. Reminded him of....

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would be thrown off course but he would still be upright and heading towards Damien. Slamming hard on his feet dropping to a knee as the floor cracked from the impact he'd grunt as he pushed against the force to throw a rising right handed uppercut into Damien mid section.

Krane's joints were on fire, his feet stung and seemed to feel as flat as they could be. If his uppercut worked he would follow up as fast as he could with a left cross. No kicks for now his legs wouldn't support him if just one moved.

[Damien Blaze]

The uppercut struck home, his chin jerking upward slightly from the force, earning a mark on the front of it. Kid had some power for his age. As the cross came in, his other hand came out of his pocket to catch it, some tight fire erupting on his palm form the impact. He'd pull hard on the tentactle, jerking it away from his neck with intent to rip it in half if he had to.

Then, if he did, he'd smush the piece he held in Kranes face, intent to take out his vision for a moment. He'd try and release the tentacle and grip Krane's hair, hoping to pull in it and jerk Krane's body into the knee Damien would then whip up for Kranes abdomen.

The boy knew how to brawl too.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane felt the resistance from the hook being caught and aimed to bring it back to use his left, however he wasn't fast enough. Damien would rip the flimsy tentacle in half and smash it into Krane's face abscuring his vision as well as slightly stunning Krane having to close his eyes from the impact, however the tintacle would vanish as it appeared having run out of time with it.

Feeling his hair jerked inward he was luckily still wearing his shin guards and he moved to lit his left knee to use the guard and the punch spike to protect his mid section as well as cross his arms in front of his upper body and face.

Krane was still not prepared for the force of the knee into his shin guards punch spike which bent into him anyways possibly only slowing the attack looking to grip the knee firmly and extend the lifted leg to hook the leg Damien stood on and push against him to take him to the ground with a shoulder shove.
Hopefully putting Krane in the half guard position. Aiming to rain a few elbow on Damien abdomen.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien was indeed shoulder checked toward the ground, the older male falling willingly into a half roll. His other leg would come up between their bodies as he fell, both hands aiming to move behind Kranes head to add momentum as Damien would kick out with that leg and hurl Krane back into the office to smash into the table (which look unfortunately new).

He'd roll back to his feet and hold out a hand to stop Krane if he continue the assault. His shirt was now untucked, hair ruffled, and his chin smarted. He needed see no more.

"Good. You can indeed fight. But my brother was stronger at your age, and he still lost his title."

He used both hands to smooth back his hair.

"Out of ten, I give you a seven for style and art, but a three in power. It wasn't bad, but you're still weak. I expect better next time, Captain."

He would move inside the office and shut the door.

"Now, tell me about the 260 Riot."

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would crash into the desk knocking it into the wall between his body and his gear going everywhere. Rolling quickly to his upright position he would halt at the hand.

Listening to his, grade as it were. It was a regular thing for him to hear, Esspecially from home life trying to be what they want. Krane would turn to adjust his desk and things and finish taking his gear off. He'd have to get repairs done for the shin guard Damien bent.

At the request to hear about the riot though Krane raised an eye brow.

"Report came over the loud speaker that a large riot broke out at 260. It had spilled into the streets and was on a crash course with 259. Police caught in the middle of it all. Pillars and S.H.C.P reported to the outside of the buildings to keep the riot from entering our buildings. As well as volunteer forces among the student body. Luckily most of the combatants were exhausted from combat and dispatched without much effort though the sheer numbers was... Astounding. However the riot never made it past us and ended shortly after we got involved."