Temper Tantrums (Open to all)

[gary]

(OOC: This will lead to a fight with at least one person who joins, so keep that in mind )

Solace under a warm sun, soon to be blocked out by some dull, grey clouds if the sky was too judged. But who was standing under the sun in his solitude? Gary Connors. With a newly made bruise on his left cheek, courtesy of a rampaging Varronite that seemed to be trying to make himself a name by gathering a group of people to follow behind him, with which he would try to control the school. Well, until one of his "victims" lashed back.

It seemed that in the fight, Gary had made a very wrong choice in his attire; a dark shirt, dark blue trainers without the laces tied and jeans. Why a bad idea? The shirt used to be his uncles and it was still a size to big, the trainers allowed themselves to be pulled off with ease and used as weapon, while the jeans are not very flexible or elastic, thus restricting movement. Most which were used against him.

Although, it is worth mentioning that he still won, with a trainer missing, a bruise and a ripped shirt, but he still won in the end. Now he was standing on the rooftop of the school, still wanting to vent the remainder of his anger onto whomever or whatever came next. All the while, recollecting his fight from that lunchtime.

-=Earlier that day...=-

Gary was standing outside a biology classroom, it was coming close to the next period beginning and he had naught else to do, so he was merely waiting for the lesson to begin, while observing those around him. But with a temper like his, how long would it take for that peace to become absent?

A mere two minutes before the bell was to ring, a boisterous Varronite was found to be strolling down the hall as if he owned the entire school, and the mistake was when he knocked Gary. The Varronite declared with an arrogant and loud voice that Gary should apologize, who of course, did no such thing. Instead he stood staring this "man" in the eyes, sizing him up. A 6 foot blonde male, similarly built to Gary, wearing a tight red shirt and baggy tracksuits. This person swung first, Gary arched back turning his head, avoiding the hit by millimeters at the most.

Gary took a few steps back, then two forward with a fist to the Varronites stomach, then a left hook to the chin. The left hook was deflected, followed up by a left hook of the Varronites own, Gary then stepped to the left only to have his shirt grabbed as it failed to follow in quick enough time. With his shirt being pulled with surprising force (and thus, had a gaping hole torn in it), Gary used the movement to initiate a roundhouse kick at the chest, but instead his foot was caught, his trainer removed and thrown at his face. That left a bruise.

Having been relatively calm compared to his usual fighting self, it was then that Gary let himself go, fists pounding relentlessly into the Varronite, at first punches were deflected, countered and dodged, but within the first twenty seconds resistance became pointless. Blood, bruises and broken bones were all that were left to defend the so called "pride" of one of the blood thirsty, rampaging idiots that were supposed to be one of Varron Academies best. Perhaps in time, there would be someone better. And as of then, there would be no holdind back any anger or rage.

-=Back to the present...=-

Gritting his teeth at having nothing worth pounding Gary looked toward the ground, only a few students remained on the school grounds now, after all it was past the time to head home, or wherever people headed after school finished. He looked up, letting out an aggravated shout, wanting something to hit and help release the rage that had been controlled throughout the last of the school hours.

Then it happened, a sound behind him. The sky darkened and Gary stopped, still grinding his teeth. What had he heard, speech? A shuffle of someone’s feet? He didn't have the foggiest, he wasn't listening, but someone was there. Gary turned on the spot to face this person, ready to lunge, to rush them, simply wanting to hurt someone.

[koenig]

(the sound that this enraged student had heard was the flickering fo a lighter, followed by the sound of a cigarette burning from being lit. Looking up from lighting my cigarette I stood leaning against the wall. I Watched this kid who was obviously infuriated at something, and now he ahd the nerve to give me a look that made it seem as if he wanted to watch every drop of blood of mine fall to the ground beneath our feet....perfect.

Inhaling a long puff of my cigarette I continued to watch this student. I was dressed in my usual comfortable attire of a black muscle shirt with a jean jacket that had the sleeves torn off, and a pair of blue jeans with tears everywhere which helped them to be less restricting.

Pulling the bandana off my forehead i slowly tied my long red hair into a ponytail.)

"you seem a little agitated, you look like you need to blow off some steam, well nows your chance"

(I said as i rased my hands into a traditional boxing stance waiting. I had been around countless battles, and I knew when someone was going to attack, no words were needed for me to know this.)

[gary]

(OOC: Replying later than I meant to... Well anyhow, lets get what we both want started...
And short. Not thinking too clearly right now.)

This red head had just proposed that Gary 'blow off some steam', thus inviting him to what would be a brutal fight. Generally, Hircine students do not do that, so Gary presumed this was another Varronite. They come from a notoriously rough school and start one lousy riot, and then they all seem to think they can take down any student they come across. Gary had already proved one wrong that day, why not another? Aside from that, if this happened again he would simply dislike the students of Varron Academy in general.

Gary took little notice of the stance his opponent took as he rushed forward, once within range he would give a little extra push of his feet to ensure he didn't touch the floor before the first strike. As he gave the extra push of his feet, Gary would twist his body counter-clockwise, thrusting his right elbow towards the sternum of the red-head, at which point his right foot would make contact with the floor, turning Gary clockwise to add to the force that would aid the intended damage given by his left fist that would be thrown toward the opponents face, while the left foot would move quickly and stop about an inch from the opponents right foot, instantly putting Gary at an angle to the other fighter.

[koenig]

(As he rushed at me I smiled, when he pushed off his leg and shot his right elbow for my sternum I did a simpled boxing manuever.

Taking my left foot I pivoted it backwards so that my stance was changed to southpaw while it would turn me sideways which would cause his elbow to hit nothing but air and have me very close to his exposed face. While turning though I would shoot my left elbow/forearm out hard in a elbow/forearm shmash aimed for his now exposed face. since I had thrown a counterattack I didn't not know if his next attack would be thrown or if he would try and dodge the upcoming elbow)

[gary]

Gary stopped moving with the realization that his elbow had missed and he was stood with a good sized opening all over his right side. This was taken advantage of, as a strike was aimed at Gary's face, his instincts told him to duck, but he had a better idea, a move his sister had used recently in a similiar situation.. The left hook that was going to go for the face was instead directed to block the oncoming attack, each fighters forearm clashing.

Gary then shot a right uppercut under his left arm towards the chin. What made this a precarious move, was the awkward position Gary suddenly adopted. He twisted his body counterclockwise, drawing his left arm across to grab the opponents forearm. This would restrict quite a bit of the movement and power for the uppercut, but if successful, then Gary would be in a prime position to pound the life out of the exposed left side of the torso, so he would begin repeatedly punching that area with excessive force.

[koenig]

ooc: not sure if you threw the uppercut first then went for the grab or went for the grab of my arm while uppercuting, if i read it wrong PM me and ill change it

ic( As our forearms clashed I smiled. Then suddenly I saw his right shoulder dip. This would mean one thing, that he was going for an uppercut. As he was about to throw the right uupercut I did a verys imple yet effective move for us being in such close quarters.

Since my elbow was already pretty much bent from our forearms clashing I used the attack he had used against me. I shot my elbow point first out aimed for his nose. If succesful It would hopefully break his nose. Since it would take longer for his uppercut to get to me then a quick elbow strike I was confident ti woudl alnd first. If it didn't break his nose it would surely make his eyes water like any hit to anyones nose. This would give me a perfect chance to lay a beating on him if it happened. I would do that by tourqing my upperbody to my left while stepping through with all my power in a right cross aimed for his nose again. That was if my first initial attack landed)

[gary]

ooc: very short, not alot of time, but thought it better than procrastinating and making you wait any longer.

Seeing an oncoming elbow that he would be unable to move away from the attack quickly enough, Gary ducked a little further, allowing contact to be made with his forehead. He then moved his left foot behind him to compensate for the imbalance, just to notice another strike intended for Gary's nose. Using his left palm to absorb the shock of the punch, Gary followed its momentum, throwing a right hook toward the redheads chin.

Continuing with the momentum of the spin, Gary would thrust his left elbow into the opponent’s abdomen, finishing the spin with another uppercut to the chin. Focusing on speed, Gary intended to spend with as little time as humanly possible with his back exposed as an easy target for anyone who had a fast enough reaction time.

[koenig]

(as My second punch was blocked I saw an overhand right coming for my face, Using my left hand which was still free I brought my arm up to hit his wrist with my forearm. This though fully opene dme up for his elbow to connect with my abdomen. Feeling the pain from his elbow I immediatly shot backwards with a quick shuffle step. This would cause his uppercut to his nothing but air.

Exhaling and inhaling slowly I rubbed my stomach and smiled)

"good, good now at least I know this won't be a waste of my time"

(I said with a smile as i motioned for him to come at me again while dropping into another boxing stance)

ooc: sorry for crappy post i'm ina rush

[gary]

'He thought I'd be a waste of time!?

If this big shot had intended on pissing already enraged student of, he was doing a marvellous job. Perhaps he ahd a death wish? Hell, for all Gary knew he could be holding something back, although that could prove to be a desperate mistake. So with gasoline added to the fire, Gary attacked again.

With a single step the two were within range of each other again and Gary shot a left jab towards the chest, then he threw a right hook to the face. If the latter was able to be followed through, Gary would push of his left foot to viciously shove his right knee to hit just below the left side of the other mans ribcage and while the right leg would be retracted, another left punch, with the intent of really making this person feel something, was thrown at the chest.

ooc: My post sizes on forums lately have been ridiculous. I'll be doing better next time, need to sort stuff out.

[koenig]

(As he stepped forward and threw a left jab for my chest I brought my right hand across slightly to hit the outside of his wrist. This would cause his jab to be blocked. I would then with my left hand which was still in front and at my face use the eoutside of my arm to hit the inside of his right hand cross wrist and push it to my left, his right.

This would open up his stomach since his arm would be thrown out wide. I would follow up by throwing a hard right uppercut aimed for his exposed stomach. If hit this would most likely cause him to curl up from the punch, If he did I would follow up with a left uppercut aimed for his face.

He was a good fighter, that much was apparent, but I had trained for years on being solely a counter fighter. I was hoping that this fight wouldn't end too quickly since I was starting to have a lot of fun with it

[gary]

Gary's attack was blocked, twice. Gary was using every failure to land a hit to fuel his rage, every missed opportunity a chance to frustrate him further. So unless one of the two hit with a knock-out blow, it was purely a match of wits and endurance. After all, Gary was not going to back down and it seemed this person was enjoying the fight, not to mention Gary would never allow him to run away now.

As Gary's arms were thrown apart, a shot was aimed at his stomach. Seeing this oncoming attack, he exhaled quickly through his mouth, contracting his abdominal muscles. Regardless of how unfit a person, if they are able to do that in quick enough, the muscles become harder to penetrate; although it was not enough to stop Gary from leaning forward and stepping back. The move did allow for him to stop himself from completely curling over and get an earlier warning in regards to the left uppercut.

Turning counter-clockwise again, Gary dodged the left uppercut, slipping his right arm under the red-heads left to grab the throat, while his left fist would be intended to hit the opponents stomach with excessive force, repeatedly.

By this point, Gary was beginning to wear himself out, pushing himself too hard too fast. If he did not pace himself, he would collapse due to his own actions regardless of this other person’s reactions. In which case, Gary would have to face whatever was dished out.

[koenig]

(as he dodged my second uppercut and spinned I tried to retract the arm, but ti was too late. Suddenly his right hand grabbed my throat. Feeling the squeeze in my throat I was about to do something when suddenly My stomach was ahmmered against with one, two, three blows. The remaining wind rushed out of my lungs. I was in a bad spot, something I would need to get out of right away.

As he would retract his arm to throw another blow I would suddenly with all the power I had left box his ears with both of my open palms. This would surely daze any fighter since the ears were not something that could really be trained to take hits. This would most likely make him let go giving me a chance to jump back and recover. If not I would repeatedly do the same as I fought to get out of his grip)

[gary]

The sudden clamping of both ears came as an immediate shock; it was something he hadn't been expecting of this fighter. At the moment the red head jumped back, Gary resisted jumping toward him, but made a short analysis. This person was trying to create, or find openings for nifty counter-attacks; this was from what Gary was able to gather in the space of a few short seconds.

Now with the knowledge that this person was rather experienced at countering and the dazed feeling somewhat diminished, Gary figured he could go again. He would start a run towards the other guy, fists clenched ready to begin pounding again, but instead, his left foot would stop while the momentum would continue to carry Gary as he twisted his body to add to the force of his kick to the (left) hip. If it hit, then it would be enough for Gary to stop turning and leap forward, with punches aimed toward the face again. In the event of a miss, the already sharp momentum would continue to carry him around, forcing him to continue turning to keep the speed and hopefully help with preventing the risk of leaving himself open.

[koenig]

ooc: i think your kicking with the right leg right? if i read wrong PM me and i'll change

IC: (As I got my time to recover and catch my breath, I watched as the fighter looked slightly dazed. As he seemed to make a full recovery I brought my hands up in front of my face. Only this time I had a fully serious look on my face. He had almost ended the figt a second ago, It was time for me to get serious here. I thought to myself as I waited.

When he bounded and rushed at me I waited. Then suddenly he stopped on his left foot causing his momentum to carry on giving his right kick a hell of a lot more force then it normally would. Since my hands were up high in a boxing stance, I would bring my left hand forward and out to my left a bit more to intercept the kick. Due to the kicks extra force my upperbody was sent turning hard to my right. Using the momentum of his kick to pivot back with my right leg and continue to spin my upperbody I would send a right spinning backfist aimed hopefully for his face, but for his chest too if he got too close for me to aim.

I was hoping he would be foolish enough to rush in after his attack and not see the backfist coming.

[gary]

The kicks contact was enough to stem Gary's movement to a degree that he could make a reasonably accurate lunge at his opponent, the action also meant that his right leg did not need to be retracted all the way as he simply had to lower it to the ground rather than pull it in towards his body, as his body went to it, it was used for balance.

The hopes of suddenly rushing in with the hope of a left hook into the persons abdomen as he passed were obliterated, a fist that had not been foreseen erupted out of nowhere, and hit Gary clean in the centre of his face. The location of the strike also came as a surprise, but it seemed that, probably for accuracy reasons, Gary's foe had aimed for the chest. But Gary had ducked and moved outward a little, with the intent of brushing past the left arm as he passed, expecting the arm to be up and slightly bent, but still close to the body.

The hit that had struck Gary's nose had stemmed his movement, and balance was immediately thrown off. Pushing backwards with his right foot, Gary used his left foot to regain his balance. While his right arm would be intended to be used to parry the next oncoming attack, Gary leaned his body to the left, his remaining unused arm becoming the tool used for the next left uppercut. Gary's balance was once again placed in question, the right move would instantly place him on the floor and at a disadvantage, while precisely where his punch would land would also be of interest; he intended on hitting the nose, but being that his eyes had inevitably watered from the hit, there was a good chance that a hit could mean he would clobber the red-heads chin instead.

[koenig]

(As my backfist connectted with the students nose i felt a grin of satisfaction cross my face. Continuing my turn I leaped forward intentnding to end this fight with a hard flurry. I was suddenly looking up wards at the sky as his left uppercut connected with my chin.

Feeling the pain surge through my jaw I kept my hands up and shuffled backwards a step. This would give both of us time to get back into our own stances. Usually I had waited for him to attack me, but this time I was ready to bring the fight to him.

Shuffleing forward with my left hand forward in a traditional boxing stance I threw a quick right hook aimed for just in front of his nose. This would most likely cause him to lean back slightly thinking I was aiming for his head. Instead the real attack was when I snapped my hand into my chest causing my now on rushing elbow to potrude and aim for just under his left eye)

[gary]

ooc: I'm assuming you've somewhat stepped forward, just enough for your elbow to be in range. If not PM me.

The uppercut hit, causing the redhead to shuffle backwards. This evidently gave enough time for both fighters reassert themselves, and Gary knew he had to rethink what he was doing. If he let more hits like that land, he wouldn't have much of a chance.

As Gary was about to lunge again, the other male began his first attack that was not a counter. At a single glance it seemed that a right hook was being thrown, but half a step forward and a bending of the arm meant a dangerous elbow ready to strike Gary’s face. Initially, Gary intended to simply grab the arm to prevent it moving toward the body, while moving in closer to head but his opponents face. Being that the attack was now with an elbow, and Gary had already started moving forward, the attack made a full-on collision with his face, missing his eye by little less than an inch.

'I will NOT lose to a Varronite!'

Thoughts of rage rang throughout Gary's mind, still driving his actions. His attacks from this point were longer the result of his enraged, yet somewhat level-headed self, but simply an enraged beast with a desire for nothing more than destruction.

Turning his body for the two to come in line again, Gary would send right fist up towards the sternum, then a left jab towards the stomach. A mix of jabs, uppercuts and hooks would be thrown while attempting to push forward in an attempt to get the opponent to panic, back down or give the smallest opportunity for a single devastating blow to land.