Consolidating Power (Open/School Captain Event)

[Emily Suddenfield]

Emily stared at the males body, others around her clearly avoiding her gaze having seen what she did. She watched the male puke and spit and bleed- and wave her onward. She started walking forward slowly, not replying. There was nothing she needed to say. Whoever this person was needed this- to understand not only what it was like to fight someone physically their superior, but to fight someone whose actions spoke louder than their words. Not knowing him, she wouldn't give him the dishonor of simply ignoring him and walking away. The guy wanted a warriors fight, and she'd oblige.

Once within range, she'd fire off a sharp left cross followed by a right uppercut, that right fist having been held close to her chin in a guard. She kept a close eye out for grabs at her hair, wary of the usual supposed weakness of extended length there.

If both punches hit, her hands would attempt to latch behind his skull in a muay thai clinch before she'd snap up her left knee for his midsection.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew was flipped, his heel aiming to kick the side of some random douche-pickles face (@takumi) before he hit the ground. This might cause the male to stumble clean out of the way of the flying kick the chick in the air had planned. She was a chick, right? Long, silver hair...anyway, Andrew had captain ass to kick.

Rolling over onto his feet, he giggled and spat blood. Leaping into the air, he'd aim a flying roundhouse for the man, but with two options reserved. If the guy grabbed his leg, he'd kick for the fellows face with his other one. If he sidestepped and attempted to attack his front, he'd rain punches for the Captains face. If he stepped to Andrews back, Andrew would likely get butt raped.

Such was a fight.

He'd enjoy himself regardless.

[John]

John was nauseous, his vision was blurry and red. He couldn't see her, so he had to wait, looking in her direction, a quick fire of blows which had numbed his face already to most of the damage. It wasn't until she went for the clinch that he knew where she was.

He returned the grapple the knee striking hard into his gut, he couldn't really breath anyways, and there was nothing left for him to expell, it was just a solid hit at this point. John fought his own body with everything he had to force it to work, just a bit longer.

Before she'd bring her knee fully up his leg would be in motion, her strike would hit, and his body would keep going, tears, cracked ribs, a lack of oxygen running through his system and the pain over load. His left leg would sweep, as his own grapple for her upper body pulled with everything he had using the one leg he still had planted for everything, his abdomen completely cramped up from the tension of being struck so hard and forced to act so much.

His aim was to kick her legs out from under her lifting with his hands and aiming to slam her to the ground. IT was his only move, if it worked or not didn't matter to John. What mattered was he tried, he acted, he was defiant. Though he'd be wrecked for weeks after this, he wasn't just some punk in the crowd.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane got to a standing position fast enough to look around him before his opponent struck again. The chaos of this battlefield was growing every second and people were already being taken out left and right. To tell the truth Krane didn't feel he got as damaged as he was expecting yet, but this game was still early. Seeing his opponent take to the sky Krane quickly took his stance and saw the kick coming, side stepping and flicking the foot to the side he brushed the next kick off as well with the same hand, he'd aim to catch each fist that came at his face in each hand holding them apart.

The taller Kraken would hold Andrew in the air preventing him from landing, and just as quickly a Qi tentacle would lash out of Krane's chest to strike Andrew in the face like a whip doing Krane's energy in damage before Krane would drop him and throw a push kick for his chest.

Atk: 13 (20)
Spd: 11 (22)
Def: 12 (16)
Per: 10 (16)
Eng: 11 (15)

[Deleted]

Takumi was kicked out of the way of the feet flying at his face. Well, shit. That wasn't what he had planned, but what's this?! A NEW PLAN ARISES!!! Takumi would try and grab for the other chain as his feet fumbled for a new hold. whether he had both chains or not, it would still work. He'd swing the boy, using his own weight against him (and all the others) and swing him around in a full circle. Finally he'd let go and [try] to throw the boy into the SC Krane.

"Anata no subete o fakku!"



For those of you whose characters speak or know Japanese:

"Fuck all of you!"

[Emily Suddenfield]

With Emily standing on one leg, and with their proximity being so close, she couldn't avoid what John planned. She could, of course, adjust with it. Her legs were swept and she was turned in the air, but the former Captain would push her elbows together so they were almost touching and curl her body while holding the clinch. This would put the entirety of her weight on John's head and neck, forcing him to come with her to the ground as he turned to slam her onto her back. She'd grunt, the male coming down atop her, as cracks broke along the tiles under her.

Her legs, at the same time she would be falling, would aim to wrap around his waist at the ribs. They were fractured bones, at the least. Broken at the most. Wrapping her legs around his waist and utilizing them in a body choke, Emily would squeeze, making sure to cause debilitating pain while also making it improbable for his breath to re-enter his lungs. Her hands in that clinch would shift in an attempt to wrap her left arm around his head, right hand being used to attempt to hold that head down so she could do so. She'd use the wrapped left arm and her legs in conjunction to make her hips form a fulcrum.

A grounded Guillotine choke.

This would, if she got it locked in (and judging by his gasping, sluggish response, it seemed likely to her) it would probably shred the muscles in his neck and back and, when all was said and done, would force him unconscious in less than fifteen seconds.

That was the idea, anyway.

[Tyr Odinson]

Too fast. Too fast. THE CAPTAIN WAS JUST TOO FAST-!

"HahahaUGK-"

The kick landed flush, blasting him backward, his body flipping floppily end over end to smash into the wall. His body crumpled out of the sort of niche it had made, the laughing lunatic face-planting into the ground with a poof of dust.

The impact caused his eyes to roll, blood still leaking from his lips. He pushed himself to his hands and knees....pain. He felt so much pain. His ribs were bruised at the least....he'd give a bloody smile while pushing himself to his feet.

"Oh Em Gee....So...."

He'd wave John onward, and assuming the man came, Andrew would grab the nearest kid and throw him for the Captain, aiming to interrupt him and distract for what he planned next

[High Queen Gunnhild]

Overlooking it all, above the mayhem standing on a roof was Legend, 260's former Captain. Behind him were two others, their faces and forms obscured in shadow.

None of them said anything.

They just.....watched.

OOC: Ignore this account, for now.

[Kit Wolf]

Kit would allow the boy to grab the second chain for his new plan depended on it. As he was being spun around he would gather all his straight allowing the other boy to through him he would quickly flick both wrists as the other boy let go of the chains to try and grab the boys neck and force the boy to fly with him. Kit would striation his body that way if he hit anything it would be feet first preparing to jump off as soon as he lands.

" well buddy this is fun whats your name if you don't mind me askin'."

[John]

Pain. Pain jumped through his neck and back. His one good arm working like a well oiled pedal on a chain rotating into strikes for her left side until the lights faded and his form went completely limp.

/John KO

[Krane Asiv]

Krane watched the indented guy come out of his hole, but when the fight they bumped into earlier came back around with a guy being swung by a chain his arms would reach out and catch Kit by the legs. His eyes would narrow and the Ex-School Captain would twist aiming to fling Takumi who was on the other side of the chain and Kit around, using them as giant nun-chucks to hit Andrew with Takumi and then slam Kit and Takumi into the side of the cement stage.

Krane saw no reason to speak he'd simply walk towards Andrew at this point, unless he got out of the way of his giant meat nun-chuck attack.

[Emily Suddenfield]

Emily would grit her teeth and simply absorb the punches. They stung, but were nothing she hadn't felt before. Rolling over so that John would be on his back, she'd grab him by the front of the shirt and drag him over toward a nearby wall, where teachers (who wisely stayed out of the way) were taking those who were left KO'd to the infirm. She then pulled up her mask and turned around. Her eyes caught on the Captain- she could move over and take him out. He was the real threat.

But then she'd have to take the title back. No, thank you.

Her eyes would turn to the sky, at the figures standing there. Gaze narrowing, she would crouch low and bolt into the crowd, darting and weaving through the fighters and the blood spray. Staying low, she'd launch herself up from the earth and plant a foot on the corner, hands grasping a drain pipe as she'd fucking monkey run up the wall. Launching herself off, she'd fly above the edge of the roof right in front of Legend and his crew, hovering for half a second as gravity took hold before landing gently on the edge, hands at her side.

"Hello."

She'd stare right into Legends eyes, ignoring the other two.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew would widen his eyes and step back, aiming to cock back his arm. If one was swung toward him, he'd unload a haymaker into the flying ones face, intent to use that extra force to put him down. He'd then spit blood and run toward Krane, aiming a flying knee for the bastards chin.

This fight was getting good!

[Deleted]

Takumi Saw Sephy-fuck's hands snap the chain and it wrapped around his neck. Couldn't dodge it... Guess he'd just have to break it. He lifted his hands and sharply yanked the chains apart, letting one hand loose and the chains followed the kid. Well, he had a few small weapons now. About 30" on each. He smiled as he wrapped either of his fists with the items and continued on his rampage.

Swing here, body fell, pound there, another body fell. What were these Americans made of? Had to be something weak... Like paper mache or Radditz

Takumi noticed the boy that kicked him out of the way was dragged out unconscious. He smiled lightly and kept tearing through students.

"Dare mo watashi ni taikō dekimasu ka?" [Can anyone stand against me?]

[Kit Wolf]

Kit would slam into the stage with a solid thud. This would knock the wind out of him as well as make is head start to spin. He would sit up and lean up on the stage for a minute.

"Gods that hurt."

He would slowly stand up and look for the boy that had been wailing on his. Spotting him in the mass he herd a shout out of the boys mouth that he didn't understand. Kit would reach into his pocket and pull out a leather strap and pull his hair back that way it stayed out of his eyes.

"Pas de temps comme le present. Allons nous amuser."

Kit would then take off in a dead sprint heading strait for the red haired boy that he had been fighting. Pulling back his left fist for a full swing as he closed in the distance. If that was to land he would fallow it up with a right jab to the back or if he turns the gut.

_for those who speak french. "No time like the present. Let's have some fun"_