No Hesitation (Open)

[dement]

A small wooden pick slid it's way through Rangen's dark lips, his patience had finally reached it's breaking point. With a large bite he allowed the pointed end of his toothpick to slid between two of his teeth, the relaxing familiarity of it relaxing him enough not to start convulsing with anxiety. His eyes fell upon the main entrance of Hircine High, a dark glare flashing through the lightly tinted glasses that rested gently upon his face. A fiery rage was very prominently burning from within the lifeless gray irises that held themselves up in the cracked white sea that surrounded them. There was no turning back now, not that the conscious decision toward completely destruction had been made. Those who choose to lead the student body like sheep through this world would pay, along the student body that followed so unwaveringly. There was no holding back, there was no mercy. Only pure, concentrated chaos.

The familiar chill of the cold metal handle was felt through the fingerless black gloves resting on Rangen's hands. He took a moment to pause, his nostrils flaring a large deep inhalation of air was brought through them. His lungs filled up with the calming oxygen, and with his lips parting slightly, he let out a loud sigh. It had been too long since the last time he had walked the halls of these schools. After the large gust of air was expelled the gates of hell were slowly pulled open in front of the cursed boy. His glare was now settled down the main hallway of the school, one that he had gone down so many times while jogging to practice. Memories of a semi-innocent untainted mind were far from returning, and Rangen allowed the doors to close with a loud slam behind him.

Whispers, they taunted him so. The long-retired football player's little innocent had plagued the school paper, news paper, and even the news on the TV. His reluctance to reveal the exact story of what had happened to him that fateful day was unwavered by the psychiatrists they had sent to force it out of him. He wanted the school to be unaware of the motives behind the actions he intended to achieve once he returned to the hellish school that had plagued his thoughts for so long. Taunting him, prodding him, laughing at his weakened physical state for the long time he spent in the hospital recovering. Now his memories were returning to him with a new vivid texture. Each devastating impact that rattled his entire skeletal structure. His entire body flinched as the memories rushed in, and then slowly he calmed himself once again. His tongue rolled his toothpick around the inside of his mouth, and he continued his walk down the main hallway of the school.

'Let's see what defenses this school has to offer...'

Rangen's eyes settled deeply upon a familiar face that was headed his way on the left side of the hall. One of the other players who was once on the football team playing along side the tainted soul. Once the hating unforgiving eyes of the Junior fell upon his old companion, the friend's eyes locked with Rangen's as well. His surprised look was both in reaction to the return, and the deep emotion of rage that was in Rangen's eyes as he stared darkly toward the old friend. Thomas was his name, he had been aided Rangen in many important plays. However his lack of aid during the moment that transformed Rangen brought only violent hostility toward him. Simultaneously with the twitch upward from Rangen's arms, Thomas stopped dead in the middle of the hallway. Coming up from his sides Rangen allowed his hands to extent out in front of him, and walked until he found himself standing directly in front of his old friend. He allowed his gloved hands to rest on either shoulder, the boy's collar bone being felt through the black fabric on his hands.

The trembling deep breathes coming from Thomas only seemed to lead Rangen on further, as he brought his face closer to that of the former-player. His warm breathes began to tingle the coarse skin that layered Rangen's tainted face. His nose wrinkled as he squinted to allow his glasses lenses to fully shield his eyes from the foul smelling pants that the boy in front of him was giving off.

"You are going to do me a favor."

As Rangen finished his word's, he pulled his right hand back quickly. Just as Thomas' eyes settled on the curled fist, it shot forward toward the player's face. Rangen felt his studded knuckles slam deep into the boy's left cheek, sending him stumbling to the side and backward, holding his face. The toughened former football player allowed himself to stand straight up once again, pulling his hand away from his cheek. Four prominent small cuts began to leak crimson down the side of his face, as an angered and surprised expression crept up on his face. Thomas sprinted forward, bringing his left arm forward in the form of an upward-angled palm toward Rangen's nose. With a quick sidestep toward his right, Rangen brought his left hand to catch his opponents wrist. He turned himself to face Thomas, sending a forceful fist deep into the left side of his ribcage. He heard the snapping of bones as Thomas was thrown face first into the white wall. As he bounced off of it leaving bloody marks, Rangen stepped forward.

"BASTARD!" Rangen roared. His right palm hit the back of his old friend's head and sent his nose forcefully into the wall, cracking it hard, sending a splatter of red up the side of the white paint. Before Thomas could scream out in pain Rangen had already used his longish brown hair to pull him backward and then brought his hand forward once again. Rangen felt his opponent buckle as the huge impact rang out through the main hallway, and the tainted junior stepped back hard on his right foot. He tugged his right arm back with a considerably large amount of force, tossing his opponent across the hallway. After one last impact with the opposite wall, Thomas hit the ground with a thud.

Propping himself up against the wall, just right of the large amount of blood, Rangen glanced up the camera pointed directly at him.

'Now we play the waiting game...'

[tray]

Traytaine emerged from his homeroom class, having pulled something from his desk, and put it in his backpack. It still rested in non dominant hand, his hat and poncho stuffed inside, if only for the fact he was going to be doing P.E. and he would get overheated in it. The white shirt ruffled slightly as he stepped through the doorway, his head turning to see who was int he halls. Not too many, for the moment. But that would probably change when something interesting happened, or classes changed.

The door closed behind him and he turned, about to navigate the halls to his next class, and his fading blue eyes landed on a figure that made his blood run cold. There was something wrong. Bells sprang to life, drowning out much- if not all of the noise in the hallway, and his body began to push out large amounts of testosterone. His eyes had fallen on a dark haired Asian boy. Nothing out of the ordinary. If you didn't look in his eyes, or read his body language.

Whoever it was, Traytaine did not need a second opinion to know he was about to explode. And now that he actually had a friend besides Kevin to count on his right hand, he was inclined to go with the instinct that instructed him to find out how much of a threat this one would be. Because the only time he had felt this intimidated in recent memory was when he had met a Pillar, and even then he had kept his distance and had helped him and a girlt hat the students had targeted.

So he turned, squared his shoulders to the Asian's back, and began to walk after him. He had to see what would happen. How long it would take was simple to predict, but he didn't expect a correct prediction. It was only a few paces before he picked out his target. Traytaine knew a crowd would form sooner, and not later, so he moved closer than most would, expecting to be ignored as he grasped a student by the shoulders, and landed a punch into his cheek. His body was about to move forward, but the student seemed to be well off enough, as he managed to charge back.

The only problem with this was obvious. He was outclassed. The momentum of himself going forward was more than his nose could take, it seemed, as he was thrown face first into a wall. Traytaine forced his body to stay relaxed at this point, as he saw not only blood, but the brutality of the attack. He was what he predicted. A gun with a hairpin trigger. Frowning, he saw that the fight ended (if you could even call such a brutal beating a fight), and followed the Asian's gaze. He was looking at the security camera.

Traytaine turned, moved through the already thinning crowd, and placed it against the corner in the wall. If someone stole it all they would get is books and dirty clothing, worst case he would find it in the lost and found. The boy, unconscious or dead, was still slumped partially against the wall, and partially crumbled to the floor. Now what did he say.. he was teaching me the choke the other day.. He then remembered where he would place th pressure, and placed two fingers there.

Satisfied the student was alive, and that the security system, or a pillar, would have sent out a call for the bleeding student, he stood. Leaving his bag against the wall he moved back to the Asian. The crowd had thinned considerably. It was too brutal for them to even consider sport, and many of them wanted to be no where close to any of it when a pillar showed up, more than likely. "I hope you at least had a purpose for giving that guy a reason to go to the hospital."

His tone would be cold, and his stance would seem far too relaxed for facing someone that had just beat a males skull into the wall. He was too concentrated on placing a strong front. And as instincts demanded his faded blue eyes were intensely locked onto his, having no intention of missing a single twitch of his body language now that he had placed himself in a position of direct danger.

"Even at a place like this, if you kill someone, you'll still end up bent over in front of a someone bigger than you." An odd comment, but he spent the previous night watching a prison movie. His right hand slid into his pocket, and if you were listening through the footsteps you could hear metal moving against itself as Traytaine slipped three rings onto his fingers, and then kept his hand in his pocket to keep that fact concealed for the moment.

[Leon Loire]

Same old, same old; the day at Hircine High had just begun, and already the atmosphere was in the sense of a grey, dull conformity. Students arriving to class on time or intentionally late, some crises exploding throughout the halls, many students learning and some being beaten for not learning. All in all, the morning was nothing new.

Still, in a few minutes, something would become very different.

Leon Loire had that edgy, tense feeling in his spine, sensing a storm coming. A strange, metaphorical aura passing over him, giving him the fear or dread of a painful event - to himself, or someone else. Requesting time to leave his AP English class, Loire exited the room with a stern glare.

'It's too damn quiet.'

Pulling his black leather gloves farther up his fingers, Leon scanned the hallways nearest him, expecting some sort of warning, some sort of alert, yet receiving nothing. A frightening thought.

'Seems I need to search to find this damn bother of mine.'

Passing down the halls with a melodic, inch-by-inch step of caution, Leon kept his sights on the path ahead, ears on the area all around him, and his nose to a cone around him. Nothing so far, but Leon knew it'd change. Searching, searching... nothing. Until, finally, after five minutes of slow steps and checks, Leon found a strangely gutting sense.

He came to the arch of a double-door, standing just by the median when his navy eyes caught the streaks of crimson riddling the white floors and walls, leading to the slumped body in the corner, the source his face, itself becoming a coagulating mass. At center stage, now surrounded by a handful of students - a surprise, since massacres like these usually attracted crowds - stood a man draped in dark violets and blacks, and another man with more colorful shades. The darker appeared as the perpetrator; the latter seemed to be the nobler man that questioned him, or to at least play as the Devil's Advocate.

'How ironic, thinking of that...'

The latter man stated a good pair of questions, something fitting to the situation's needs. So, in that regard, Leon felt it best to stay a quiet observer for a moment, to leave himself outside of the attacker's sight, leaning against the doors and watching the man's reaction.

However, something clicked in Leon Loire's head.

'Why did he just stare at the security cameras after doing that? If he desired attention to his power from the students, he would have chosen a target that was in a more populated area, and after class was over no doubt. And all he does... is look at the camera.'

Leon felt a slightly audible gasp, and a wrenching feeling ran down his back - the sense that only ran down him once: the fear of Stern Mason's own power.

'Oh shit!'

Leaning forward and taking one step forward, Leon quietly spoke through the hall, allowing the white and crimson walls to echo his command to the men and women viewing the spectacle, "Everyone that need not be in this hall, leave now."

Leon had no authority, no official power; all he had was his influence, his charisma. He knew that not all of the viewers would leave, but he did expect - and fortunately saw - that at least half of them left with efficient reaction.

By then it was obvious to him that the perpetrator would have taken notice of him, and after the last retreating student passed by Leon, his right hand slipped over the double doors and quietly shut them. Turning on his heel to lean on the wooden wall, Leon glared back at the two other students, that strange feeling now fulfilled.

'Something's not right about this situation. I can feel it.'

Leon decided it best to allow the man in black to respond to his questioner, and to stand on the observation deck for a few moments. If the attacker reacted to him, he would reply back, but thus far, he preferred to analyze the thought process of someone who had clearly acted in a premeditative plan.

'He's trying to get attention from someone in the System... but why? And what's the use to bring harm to someone like this? For that kind of attention?'

Either way, the light-hearted Leon Loire would soon find out.

[Kit Lee]

Kit was eating a ham and egg sandwich that he had prepared before leaving his dorm when the hallway became a mess. He almost choked on it as someone bumped into him, causing him to shove the sandwich further in his mouth than he wanted it to. Traffic jam, cause unknown, though most likely from a fight, Kit thought. There were only three pillars and a school captain afterall, not enough to cover the entire school at all times. However, there were many students that did want to challenge the system, and another example of them was in this hallway. The crowd had shifted, allowing Kit to see the scene, as many students left due to the nature of the spectacle. The perpetrator seemed to be a bit taller than Kit and of a mixed asian descent. He glanced straight into the camera without care that it had saw his face, as if he were trying to make a statement.

A boy in a white shirt (Tray), who was taller than both Kit and the perpetrator, seemingly challenged the violent boy with a statement. Another boy spoke up, asking those in the hallway to leave if they had no business here. As most of the crowd diminished, Kit realized that the boy was Leon Loire, one who opposed Stern Mason yet did not believe in the order of the Pillars.

Chowing down the rest of sandwich, Kit watched as he stood in the hall behind Leon. If the scene settled down or was not of interest, he would grab the injured boy and take him to the nurses office.

[dement]

Words, such useless words shot in the direction of the beast who had just destroyed the boy well known as a former football player. With the phrases coming out of this new one's mouth, Rangen's eyes slowly left the camera and went down to the heaping mess of uselessness that he had made of his old friend. He was useless, senseless, and unconscious, but not dead. Yet this boy used the word kill, as if a murder had just been committed in the middle of this precious school. With lazy eyes, the tainted junior shot a glance at the boy whom had decided to speak up. Apparently he had no self reserve, nor the intelligence to stay away from someone who had just obliterated a stronger student in the high school. A rageful stare was quite prominent, even through a the light red tint of his sunglasses. This new challenged had successfully brought attention to himself, but whether this was the kind of attention he wanted was questionable.

"Purpose? As long as their needs to be reasons behind our actions then why step forward out of the crowd? Where you hoping to become a hero? Useless worm!"

Rangen pushed himself off the wall gently, pacing a few steps along the line of which Thomas had just taken flight. Once Rangen had reached the middle of the hallway his left foot planted in front of him and his shoulders adjusted to face the new kid. A hateful glare sliced through the thin glass resting on Rangen's nose, his hands tightening into stressful fists at his sides. He turned his head to the left slightly, allowing his tongue to place the tooth pick in his mouth in between his lips. The tension had caused him to chew it quite quickly, reducing it to a mess of splinters in his mouth. With a large and apparent slapping sound, the mix of wood and saliva hit the ground a few inches away from Thomas' foot. Rangen's hand dove into his right back pocket and he felt the sharp end of another toothpick prod his index finger slightly. As he brought the wooden object to his mouth, his right foot slid backward slightly.

'Is this really all this school has to offer? He came fairly quick and apparently has no real form of authority. Perhaps he is just an observer looking to prove something to himself and those around him.'

It was around this time that another voice rang out with a commanding tone to the crowd. Rangen's sharp stare leaped quickly off his questioner and too the man who had just shouted to the crowd. He was definitely concerned about something, and Rangen was unimpressed with his actions. If he really hoped to put any sort of stop to the madness he would have called the other boy off from his useless interview with the tainted junior. Instead he simply made more room for Rangen to maneuver around his questioner should violent actions be taken. Rangen's hands slowly relaxed, as he took yet another deep breathe that ended in a long annoyed sigh. A few boys had remained at the scene, two that had spoke and two that seemed quite disoriented.

"Tell me..." Rangen's cold voice was finally shot out, directed at the boy whom had acted as crowd control. "Are you designated to control the violence in this school?"

Currently he was keeping his challenged in his sites, but was not worried too much of him. If the violent acts had angered him Rangen came to the conclusion that he wouldn't be too quick to attack. Also, if this crowd control man had any authority it was quite likely that the original challenger would step aside like the useless sheep he was.

[tray]

OOC: Just a side note. Leon, Traytaine isn't very colorful right now.. If you read my first paragraph you would notice that he's in a white t-shirt and jeans at this point..

Traytaine was still squared with the male in front of him, his eyes not leaving for a moment. His body still relaxed and ready to move, not even a twinge as the feel of the Asian boys eyes fell on him. It might have done something to him if he had not already steeled himself. But then again, a short Asian boy was hardly life threatening in his mind. Very little was, of course, it just happened that he didn't rank that high. He had seen this level of violence in the school. It was just that this time it seemed to hold no point.

However he had gained the reaction he wanted. He drew his attention.At this point he wouldn't even need to make an definitive action, even if he had planned on it originally. There was little doubt in his mind that a Pillar would pop out of a classroom or turn a corner and attack without warning. "Purpose? As long as their needs to be reasons behind our actions then why step forward out of the crowd? Where you hoping to become a hero? Useless worm!" The words rang through his ear, and much of the hallway.

Traytaine's attention was on something more than just his words however. At this point they were little more than distractions tickling at the back of his mind. Despite this he found his mouth stepping past his brain and speaking openly. "If I was a hero I would wear a cape. Or at the very least stopped you before. Not after." After the words came out he decided that they fit his thoughts well enough. As he spoke the Asian moved off the wall, pacing closer to the student he had downed in a loose line, before he squared off with him as well.

His stance told allot. It was easy to see that he was poised with full rage boiling through him. Or he was about to attack. Either way his perephrial vision could see his hands tightening into fists. Reminding himself to not tense as well he continued to observe as he spat to the ground, and placed a toothpick in his mouth a moment after. Traytaine's faded blue eyes twitched down as he saw his leg move, but it was just him shifting his balance.

From behind him he heard another voice, his head not turning. Whoever it was it had nothing of interest in his mind. It wasn't a pillar. A pillar would have attacked, then told the crowd to disperse. And if it wasn't a pillar they weren't going to be placing themselves in a position he cared about. However it did cause him one problem. It widened the area that the Asian could move. He was no longer boxed in to the wall quite as well, confirmed by the multiple steps that faded off down the hallway.

"My question has no answer. What purpose did you have to attack him?" His voice came out again, no waver in it's strength, and his body still relaxed. A deep breathe came, but his head did mot move, and the breathe left quietly out his nostrils. "You talk like you have a high level of intelligence. So explain your train of thought to show that you actually do use the lump of flesh above your shoulders." Traytaine's tone had dropped considerably, gruff and low, his eyes following by hardening further.

[Leon Loire]

OOC: My apologies Tray, I allowed your avatar to deceive me. I'll make sure to keep with the canon appearance from now on.

IC: Leon's actions had done their work. The students residing in the hallway itself were now relatively cleared out, and those viewing from any connected corridors were now out of sight, with a heavy set of doors allowing for signs of any new entries into the arena.

'More room for combat if it comes down to it, and easier chances for the cameras to follow this kid's trail if he runs. No risk of innocent injured, no risk of surprises, and no risk for a damn message being sent around. All in all, he's isolated and targeted. Now I just need to figure out what his goals were.'

Leon kept leaning against the doors, watching as the perpetrator yelled out at the other man questioned him. He spoke of purpose, and it was now becoming clear that there had indeed been one, it just seemed that the attacker wished to keep his own motives to himself, or to those he was attacking.

And the camera came to mind once more, especially when the attacker took notice of Leon, mistaking him for a Pillar.

Leon smirked, continuing to lean against the wall, a bemused smile passing his face as the attacker glared back at him and the other "hero" at the same time - the man who claimed he was no hero at all.

'Perhaps you are not,' Leon could not help but ponder at the idea of the white-clad youth and his remarks, 'but such a title does not need products and symbols to represent one is. You may be remarkably curious, love conflict, or you're screwing around. In the end, of course, being a hero is all about perspective.'

The attacker now demanded Leon's rank, and with a swift and calm reply back, Leon checked to keep the man in his web, "One does not need authority, or support from a government, to hold influence or power. But I hold nothing; all I have are my words."

Leon waited for the other "hero" to make his demand for a purpose yet again, this time attempting to bait the queried through subtle insults to his intellect; Leon had to admit, it was a clever tactic, and for that, he'd leave the other man to his own pursuit.

'I'd certainly like to find out his purpose as well, but that guy deserves to have his own investigation, and not to have me interrupt it with my attempts at taking it over.'

So to add as an addition to the white-clad man's bill, Leon noted again, "And tell me this, if you would: under what power do you have the right of violence? Your own instincts, or someone above you in title? Clearly you have a purpose, but one must wonder why you bring violence that specifies to a specific audience..."

Leon grinned now, and glanced at the camera, "Might you be what I think you are? Some kind of... Anarchist perhaps?"

[Gilsin]

"If he is Loire, then he is a fool."

Ein's voice would reverberate down the halls, Those that hadn't left when Leon had initially asked, were certainly in the least thinking about it now. Ein's steps would be heavy, relentless and exceedingly evenly paced. As always an odd sort of logic and order setting Ein's actions, one might have set a clock to his steps.

Ein's eyes would set upon the homeless looking boy, the pillar's face hardening slightly and shaking his head. It seemed this one didn't understand how things were supposed to be run. This place didn't need to become another Varron, there was a certain order to things that needed to be preserved. But he was the least of the worries to this new ignorant that had just slammed another's head into a wall.

Ein's even pace would carry, moving him forward and closer to Rangen.

"Ignorant, state your reason behind this. If you can think of something half way decent, then you may be allowed to leave. I don't consider that likely, however, from the mass idiocy of your actions."

The tall pillar would keep moving towards the initial aggressor as he spoke. He wouldn't stop untill he was well within stiking distance and indeed little more than a foot away from the boy.

"You may attempt speaking now."

[Kit Lee]

The boy in the white T continued to jabber on with the one who had too much testosterone. Unsure of the boy in the white T's intentions, Kit would just assume that he also frowned upon the scene the asian (Rangen) had generated. He was stalling time, time for a pillar to appear and help clean up the mess. It seemed as if Leon was doing the same too, as he added on further questions and philosophical topics to what was already asked by the boy in the white T.

They had stalled enough time as a pillar finally came to the scene. Whether he had access to the cameras, or had gotten wind of it from the students running down the hall, Kit would not know. It was a first that Kit actually saw Ein in person. Certainly, one hears of the pillars, but does not necessarily see them in action, especially when one is not an agressive soul. He was quite tall, and Kit smiled as Ein allowed the boy to speak for his actions as opposed to jumping in and beating the crap out of him for the mess he had made. Kit also smiled because Ein was the representation of order taking effect as he called the asian a fool if he deemed himself an anarchist.

Kit leaned on the wall as he watched what would happen.

[dement]

Rangen's tongued rolled the thin splinter of smooth wood along the top of his mouth. This situation was becoming interesting, and before he knew it the boy named Tray felt the need to demand that Rangen give his purpose once again. His dull level of thought was given off by the eccentric use of the same words. Rangen allowed his head to shake slightly in reaction to it, as his right hand raised up to his face. A straight right finger pressed against the cold brim of his glasses, as he threateningly brought the red tint back to covering the whole of his eyes. Somehow his action had a certain hiss in at, as if he was tempting the boy whom had just spoken. His anger and annoyance toward this current crowd only thickened, and he allowed himself to respond immediately.

"You aren't worthy of my purpose, keep quiet." Rangen snarled, shooting his glare in the direction of the boy who had just tossed blank orders out at the junior. His thick glare cut through with a new annoyance, he no longer wanted this boy to leave. He wanted this boy to attack, to come forward, to begin battle. Anything that could allow this boy a path to Rangen was a good thing. Before the junior was allowed enough time to taunt his prey once again, the other one spoke. Previously, Rangen had dismissed this one as mere crowd control. As he spoke however he found his attention drawn to a further state than before, the corner of his eyes still paying attention to Tray, yet his mind locked on the other. He had too much interest in Rangen's motives, if he was going to start a scene Rangen should watch him.

"I wish you could keep to yourself. My motives should be no concern of yours, if you have a problem it's with my actions!"

A growling undertone of a voice was currently ringing out under Rangen's shout. He was relentlessly allowing his thoughts pile out, without any fabrication. Keeping to the point was not a trait he usually took, but now there was an obvious urge in his mind.

"Anarchist? Haha! You aren't very intelligent, are you?"

Although a small laugh was allowed from the dark coarse lips of the junior, the obvious anger was still leaking out like a hazardous slime. Rangen's impatient eyes flicked upon Tray once more, confirming his location before flicking back toward the one whom had just spoke. Apparently he had encountered one to many of the weaker rebellious students of the school. Aimless idiotic children looking to make a name for themselves without any real goal or purpose behind it. The fact he had compared Rangen to one of these people subconsciously kicked him, and a hatred filled began to run through his veins. However, just as before, he barely had time to pinpoint his anger and focus it upon the man, for another spoke.

Rangen's eyes widened with a thick fury, the red fractures to the edges of his sockets quite visible even through his darkened glasses. His sick and angered expression shot without hesitation toward the next speaker, the tone of his voice alone nearly throwing the junior into a fit. His teeth clenched hard and deep heavy breathes began to pump repeatedly into his lungs. There was obviously an enforcer of the schools policy in his midst, if he hadn't read it by himself than one of the other boy's eyes had given it away instead. The moment was like watching the biggest most annoying fly hesitate while staring directly into the electric fly-trap. Rangen watches, waiting for him to take the bait, listening to his demanding words.

"If you don't mind, can we get on to your defeat?"

Sharp, eager, impatient. Rangen's deep expression showed nothing more than a need to attack. He would wait for this newest boy to show a sign of advancement, or to continue with his useless words. There was no use trying to turn back now, Rangen had gone on a deep dive into the situation.

[tray]

Traytaine was growing impatient, it was starting to get a bit ridiculous. Someone who had such a violent outburst was standing there a few feet off the wall trying to act intelligent. Nothing more. What happened to the beast that had viciously slammed a students head into the wall mere minutes before? The only thing that kept his interest at this point was the fact that he felt he was still in a position of danger.

"One does not need authority, or support from a government, to hold influence or power. But I hold nothing; all I have are my words." From behind him this words seemed quite pretentious. 'At least he isn't afraid to admit that he's just a mouth, I guess.' But the rest of his statement seemed redundant. Classifying the question wouldn't have the desired affect, because no matter what was said it didn't feel like he would be answering.

"I wish you could keep to yourself. My motives should be no concern of yours, if you have a problem it's with my actions!" Now that was interesting. This Asian assumed that seemingly random violence in the hallways was none of their concern. Under this logic it also wouldn't be their concern if he mugged an elderly woman on the street either. But what filtered more prominently through Traytaine's mind was this: why did he feel provoked, and not threatened?

Then the footsteps came. Heavy, and paced like the ticking of a clock, coming closer. His eyes turned, just slightly, to see that it was the same Pillar who had aided Leslie at a previous lunch incident. But he didn't move yet, as not only would it be taking a weaker position, but Ein walked straight up to the Asian, his presence surely would be more than enough to draw the students attention. But the Camera.. He had stared at it. This was what he was waiting for?

Once Ein was between him and the Asian he stepped to the right, and into the middle of the hallway. Even if he didn't need to help in the fight he would see it to the end to be sure. If nothing else it would give him an idea of the Asian's movements, which he would put to memory categorically as a threat. 'He still isn't attacking.' He noted again, frowning. 'Why wouldn't he just attack like before?'

Having decided that he'd be of no use in this situation, was he believed Ein could handle himself, Traytaine gathered himself and walked to the still unconscious student. Bending down he put his arm around his waist, lifting him up and dropping him over his shoulder. He'd head to the nurses office and leave him there with him before getting ready for his first class, for a second time.

[Leon Loire]

Leon Loire's efforts were succeeding. While he was not drawing out the attacker's motive, or his purpose, the Senior was at least designing a list of potential attributes that matched the mind of the student. He was no minor thug, that had been clearly certain from the start, and while he hid it, there was certainly something else behind an otherwise random attack near a security camera.

And interestingly enough, the student's motives seemed set on having a certain reaction to what he committed, either from Loire, another student, or even the System itself.

'Perhaps he's testing something - or someone - to help plan something out for the future.'

In all honesty, however, Leon was still left in much of the dark. The student's rage was clear, his motive clearly connected to his actions, and his own impatience obvious, but his purpose, his reasoning, his fighting style, his mentality... it was all necessary information, and thus far, Leon had yet to acquire it.

The attacker's reaction to Leon's questions gave off that he did not desire to be treated as some sort of object, and ironically enough, regardless of what motive he desired, or his denial of being an Anarchist or attempting to build that he was intelligent, the aura that he desired a fight gave off the impression that he really was just another thug. Something the Pillarship could easily deal with.

But in the end, that was also another potential ploy.

Then the clank of another arrival brought Leon to realize that the attacker may have gained exactly what he desired.

'Ein Gilsin...

Leon smirked; while he wanted to react to the attacker's claims, he recognized that the scene was no longer his or the other witness' to investigate. Ein Gilsin took over, and now it was his problem, leaving Leon to observe and act as unrequested support.

'While it seems the two of them underestimate the danger - or extensiveness - of an Anarchist's views, at least this scenario will most likely lead to a good conclusion. The attacker's expecting to fight, and he's expecting it from the Pillar that has no quarrel with bringing violence as a solution. He's one of their ideal tools, that one... how unfortunate.'

Leon leaned back now, crossing his arms and watching with intrigue as Gilsin demanded answers from the attacker, one expecting the same responses that both Leon and his compatriot had been questioning, and the subject himself expecting a violent end.

And with how Ein Gilsin reacted to things, Leon knew how this would end. The only question was: who would be left standing?

[Gilsin]

"A hollow victory for you if you do somehow manage to fall me."

Ein's eyes would set upon his opponents. Trying to figure out what was on the boy's mind. Had he any idea's as to what he was doing? Was he another "psycho" on some rampage for no other reason than to get noticed? It hardly mattered when it came to it, the actions were enough for the punishment and there would certainly be one.

There would be a few moments of no action, Ein's words hanging in the air. There was those last few moments for the people in the area to mull over their thoughts. Ein had finished his thinking.

Ein's right foot would stomp forward, unto his opponents left, effectively closing the small distance and partially immoblizing his opponent. Ein's arms would move in conjuction with his foot, reaching outwards to wrap around his opponent and then simply pull him close and squeeze the air from him.

It was an oft used technique of Eins, one of those that characterized his fighting style and there was a reason for that.

[Kit Lee]

Kit would stand there, waiting along the sidelines while the Pillar carried out his business. He wondered what the motives of this boy was, to challenge a Pillar when the only witnesses of the fight would be the few remaining in the hallway. Even if the boy won, he would not get much publicity. As Ein said, "A hollow victory for you if you do somehow manage to fall me."

If the boy was planning to defeat one pillar at a time to disrupt the system, his plan was not very well thought out as he already signified his prescence by showing his face to the camera. Should he manage to take out Ein, the rest of the pillars would be alerted and would bring him down. If he was testing his strength, then this method was also not a very wise one as he was risking physical punishment from the system and would most likely be kept in check afterwards.

The boy was definately out to get attention, but Kit did not see how he would get too much attention when class was in session and the amount of spectators were low. As Ein closed in on the boy, Kit would wait for an opening and bring the fallen boy to the nurses office. Kit could watch Ein's fighting style in the meantime as well.