Park Fight II (Ookami)

[Winters]

Grenzen der Kraft

Strength.What do people use strength for?

The strength to hurt, the strength for violence, the strength to kill. Terrible strength, used to rape, steal, bully, rampage. But it was not the strength itself that was evil, only the people who abuse it. For, the shadow could only be strong as the light behind the mountain that was equally unyielding. People became strong for many reasons. To defend their family, their loved ones, their country. To protect those that you hold dear. To fight for your loved one. Strength for everything and nothing.

...So, what do I fight for? Why do I need strength? What is my reason for wanting to attain power in my limbs, the ability to hurt? Why?

Sitting on a park bench, he waited around, his eyes in the clouds for that day, as his arms went across the top of it. The park had been pretty quiet. Enough for him to just sit and think comfortably. His grip on the top of the bench tightened. Felt so weak, compared to before. He'd become pathetic.

Fight.

A strange urge in him came from nowhere. It felt primal. A desire to prove himself, even if he lost.. to know he still had at least.. something. Anything. Anything at all. The undertone in his eyes became very rigid, as he leaned forward.. his arms coming off the top of the wooden bench, and over to his sides.. the next person to come by.. anyone at all..

Someone strong.

Strong then him.

OOC: Sorry for the short, crappy post.

[Ookami]

ooc: no problem, thats longer n most of my posts

IC: Ichimaru was walking along the length of the park, and he felt like he needed a nice spar, but he didnt know anyone around and no one seemed to jump out as him as someone who would fight untill he saw a kid with white hair sitting on a bench, he looked ready for some kind of spar.

he walked up to the kid and smiled, he liked to fight but he decided to keep his mouth shut about it, but it would be apparent to the white haired kid that he was ready for a good spar. "hey, you go to 259?" he asked smiling, if he was it was a pretty safe bet he would fight.

[Winters]

OOC: I'm Thrush, btw...

One Man's Victory, Another Man's Victory

"Hey, you go to 259?"

...

"Ja."

Intent in the eyes.

No matter how much a person may wave their arms to exaggerate, to attract attention to themselves, no matter how much people may say, 'I love you', and then sleep with you... no matter how heart-spoken a person says, 'I'll give my life for you'.. it's all lies.. if there is no truth to the eye. The eyes, often called the 'window to the soul'. That is where you can find what a man or woman truly desires. Sex, money, power... good will, love, compassion... or to fight. That will, that urge, the un-channeled aggression that results in the primal fury. But you need the eyes. You need the will.

Fight.

Jonathan slunk up from the bench, sitting up to look at the stranger. Another person from 259. And of his luck, the muscles rippling from this man's arms.. Jonathan already knew the outcome of his traditional thoughts. The intents was all bare, written on the man's eyes.. his face... coming through, like an all-consuming dragon. A person's aura.

"...N-N-N-N..Na-Name?"

There was no smile on his face. Jonathan was weak, and he knew it. But, it wasn't to destroy himself that he sought this out...

He strode up, across, making about a good seven feet distance, as his hands slowly came, gripped loosely into fists. But.. he felt bad for this guy.

"..S-S-Sorry..."

No grins. On his face. But there was a very large smile in his eyes, as his hair rustled down, behind him, as he leaned back.

"...B-But y-you w-won't g-get th-the sa-satisfaction o-of a-a tr-true f-fight w-w-w-w-with me."

Taunt? No. Truth. But, if it had the desired effect... it would make this guy go all-out on him.

The smile in his eyes... was so large.

Who knew that losing could be so much fun?

[Ookami]

listning to the stutter of the man, wondering what may have happened to him, nothing seemed altered then his speech it seemed. seeing him getting ready for a fight and there was something in his eyes that made ichimaru think he would enjoy the fight. "come now, a spar is a spar and it'll be just fine" he said and then it accured to him he didnt say anything of a spar.

'he must have decided it himself' he thought as he got in his stance for a moment. "my name is Ichimaru by the way" he said he didnt want to underestimate the guy, just because he didnt talk to same as he did, didnt mean he would far surpass him in some other quality. ichimaru decided to go first consentrating his Qi into his fists. if either of his punches made contact on his opponents body, their weight would double, then if the second one hit, they would be four times their origonal weight. this was a main reason why he had faught with zio and a few other people for as long as he did, he gained more physical strength than when he first came to this school.

[Winters]

Winter in the Park

"Come now, a spar is a spar and it'll be just fine."

The dawning on the man's eyes at the decision Jonathan had already made was of no comfort to Jonathan. But, ashamedly, he had to admit to himself that he hadn't felt this excited in a long time. "My name is Ichimaru by the way" There was an subtle change in Jonathan's eyes, for only a moment. "...Jonathan Winters." ...Few things he could say without stuttering. "F-F-Freshemn." Very few. Taking one step back with his right foot, to minimize the 'immediate' horizontal targets that essentially made him a smaller target.

There was strength in the way Ichimaru arranged himself, prepping himself for the attack.

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OOC: At this point.. I'm uncertain if you attacked me. I'm assuming that you did, though.

Statistic Comparison:
Strength: Ichimaru is 8 times stronger than Jonathan.
Dexterity: Ichimaru is 1/4 or 25% faster than Jonathan.
Constitution: Ichimaru is 4 times endurable then Jonathan.
Wisdom: Jonathan is 3 times wiser then Ichimaru.
Intelligence: Jonathan is 7/15 or 47% more intelligent than Ichimaru.
Charisma: Ichimaru is 4 times more charismatic then Jonathan.

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With the seven feet distance, Jonathan immediatly locked his eyes onto Ichimaru's eyes, as he came to him. At the four feet away, he could already get shadows of what was going to happen. His right hand, rushing to his side quickly, went up to meet Ichimaru's left hand, and his left hand, also open handed, rushed as quickly as he could, in the closing time to meet the right. He wasn't strong enough.. but he pushed slightly with his right, leaning into his lead left foot, and put more pressure into his left hand first, and then his right, deflecting both as best as he could.. but his palms were screaming upon contact..

Jonathan's head went up, as he skidded back a good seven feet on the cement walkway through the park, as both punches just glanced by chest.. or his head. Either way, the pure pressure of this man's strength was screaming into Jonathan, as he felt the full-on delayed shock of the attack. His left hand and his right hand struggled, quivering, enlarged and bruised at his sides. That attack alone put an all more serious look in his eyes, as Jonathan knew now that it was more then just important to keep his eyes locked onto Ichimaru's. It was the only way to survive these attacks.

"..C-..Come o-on."

Though his whole right arm hurt... though his body was screaming.. his left struggled to get up, making sure that the bones weren't misplaced. "...I-I-I'm w-waiting fo-for y-you.."

...He would not stop the fight.

But waiting was all he could do.

Need to..

Needed...

Needed to see how well he could do.

His eyes...

Smiling.

OOC: In case you're wondering how I defended against that.. well... since there was lack of description, I basically utilized the fact that I had created some distance between us, and that I at least have 75% your speed, and at least a 'little' strength. Jonathan's in a lot of pain right now, though... so, unless Jonathan uses cheap tricks like a kick to the balls (which he would never do, because there's no honor in that), expect a short spar.

[Ookami]

taking a deep breath, it felt odd. ichimarus eyes showed respect for johnathan, that attack proved the difference in physical power, but he showed a startling amount of will, and it felt like a little help, he thought for a second 'Qi? could be. when he gets stronger i hope i get to spar him again, see if it is Qi, and if so, how it would grow' he didnt disrespect winters by stalling, he continued by rushing for him, he would try a tackle, to bring the man down and see where it went from there, he would not let up unless he was unable to fight, because it would disrespect him, he knew that going easy would lead to no honor in a win or loss.

[Winters]

OOC: I'm sorry that I'm utilizing the 'distance' method.. but, it's all I can do to survive against you. If this appears to be God-Modding, tell me, and I'll fix it. The last part may be a bit of god-modding.. but then, this seems like a good way to get knocked out of a fight for me.

Weak Strength
Small Victory

That plastic face... that thing that his eyes looked out of. This was Jonathan Winters. No emotion crept out, but the eyes.. the eyes were always vibrant with life. Seven feet. Same as last time. This time... Ichimaru rushed at him, the movements evident in his eyes... no way could Jonathan survive being tackled, or the subsequent melee that would follow that. This would hurt.. but...

Jonathan, pushing with his arms into the air, crashed backwards, in several seconds, feeling the foot of Ichimaru crash into his left ribcage, as Ichimaru tackled overhead of him, as Jonathan finished falling backwards. His back hurt. His arms hurt. Everything hurt.. but he would not breath for more breath then was necessary, even though he was out of breath.

His eyes were alive.

Using what momentum was left in his legs, he rolled a bit to the right, and slunk slightly up, using only his feet. It took a few good eight seconds, a lifetime in a fight, but, Jonathan was feeling relaxed, aside from the throbbing pain in his chest, and the absolute roughed up feelings of his hands. Besides.. he wanted to give time for Ichimaru to stand up. Getting up as he did, he walked, somewhat hurriedly.. and waited behind Ichimaru, as he got up, his left hand in front of him slightly. His right going up, as he assumed a 'boxing'-ish style with his hands, his feet getting back into their initial stance, since the fight began..

..But he didn't throw a punch. Never at a man who was down.

Waiting for Ichimaru to get up, he walked in front.. and had only one thing in mind. One thing in mind, as he stared down into Ichimaru's eyes with mixed feelings of determination and helplessness, both conflicting with each other.

That smile was so large in his eyes..

Bending down, never for once letting his eyes leave Ichimaru's, but keeping his head down, to minimize the chance of getting completely countered, even if a 'weak' counter could knock out Jonathan in his condition, he feinted out with his left hand, just five inches towards Ichimaru's face, before coming up, in a upward winding motion with his body, his right, swollen hand, packed into as tight a fist as he could get it... and launched it straight to Ichimaru's chest.

There was a smile in his eyes.

Simply no effect. His punch had simply no effect on this guy.. he could feel it. It was like hitting rock. Making his hand only more swollen on impact. He awaited the knock-out attack to his body. There would only be need for one..

Short. But, he got what he wanted.

..One punch.

The first step, a small victory.

There was a smile in his eyes.

[Ookami]

the punch connected to ichimaru's chest but did very little, however more than jonathan thought. he briefly remembered the fight with veyugan and wondered if this was what it was like for him to be on the winning side. before he did anything else he said "lets spar again sometime mr. winters, some day you'll be wiping the floor with my ass" he said with a smile, one he had on a lot. his words may have come out aragent or mockingly, but his eyes showed he ment what he said and showed he enjoyed the spar because he tried his best.

ichiamru wouldnt let up now, it would only make the entire fight go in vein, so he tried to get in close enough to close any space that was gained a few seconds before to strike him in the chest, not enough to perpously break anything, it was a spar, but enough to show he wasnt going to lighten up because of the difference in some points.

[Winters]

Black-Out, Black-In

"Lets spar again sometime Mr. Winters; Someday you'll be wiping the floor with my ass."

Fitting last comment. It made him... happy. But Jonathan didn't smile. He never smiled.. anymore. Not for some emo-ish reason. Just didn't feel like it. No reason to. Nothing. Jonathan had no time to even get his uppercut away from Ichimaru's chest..

The impact to his chest felt something like a very large bullet... passing into him. Lifted up a few inches, even away from the punch, before landing in on it again. Could almost swear that it made an imprint on the front of his ribcage. But, the soreness in his arms, his hands could detect it, though his eyes could not open, as he took in the entire weight of pain that struck into him. Softer. Ichimaru may go out, seeking fights.. but he had compassion.

Almost enough to make him smile.

Blood trailed slightly, as it slid up his throat. And perhaps it wasn't ment to be a heavy punch. But Jonathan had spent months, recuperating from the incident in the army. None of his strength had returned to him. That didn't stop this from being a small victory, though. Very small... but every trip to recovery, every path to your goal..

Always started with a single step.

As the fist was pulled away, Jonathan's body slunk to his knees, unconciously, and fell forward, to Ichimaru's left. Things were hazy, passing in and out of his view. For a moment.. he could see Ichimaru. For a moment.. the blood was still rushing in him.. and he was still fighting..

Black-in.




"..Ja."




Black-out.