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Post by traytaine on Aug 26, 2007 4:23:44 GMT 1
Traytaine was walking across the parking lot, his duffel bag hanging from his left hand, and his beige poncho floating annoyingly forward in the gusts of wind. Above him the sky was turning a, in certain perspectives, pleasant gray. Drizzle was just starting to fall when he was about ten yards from the end of the courtyard. He would have finished the walk, taken the left, and headed over to Sharon's dorm. But unfortunately, for the girl behind him, she had forgotten the golden rule. Sneaking up on Traytaine is never a good idea.
Jenny, in her giddy desire to hug Traytaine from behind, had forgotten the golden rule. She snuck up behind him quietly, her sandals a large factor of this, and reached out to grab him around the waist. Instead of feeling the firm muscle and scruffy feeling poncho, she instead felt a painfully strong grip on her wrist, followed by a dull pain in her legs as she tripped forward, and finally her back hitting against the tar.
Traytaine towered above her with a vacant look of anger in his eyes, his right fist raised to slam his forearm into her face. Now, luckily for her, his eyes regained their normal look. But he was still looming above with a lost look in his eyes.
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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 4:31:42 GMT 1
Zeke was just about to leave. he had managed to escape from Dante, who had tried to kill him moments before. the school day wasn't over, but this was more important. He would have left right then, if he hadn't noticed a large man who appeared to be getting ready to attack a girl, who was on the ground below him.
Zeke didn't have to think twice. he charged toward Traytaine, as he seemed too focused in what he was doing to notice him, and kicked him in the side of his upper body. HARD.
Traytaine clearly felt it, but it looked like Zeke did nothing but anger Traytaine. at least he wasn't attacking the girl now.
"You forgot the golden rule. NEVER attack an innocent person. ESPECIALLY not a girl."
Traytaine was clearly ready to attack him now. There was no getting out of this fight.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 26, 2007 4:56:25 GMT 1
Traytaine took a heavy blow to his side, earning yet another loud gasp from Jenny who had been looking up at him with a frightened and confused look, training instincts kicked in and he rolled to the right. His shoulder tucked and he straighted himself in a low crouch, his hands on either knee as he stared viciously into the loud youth in front of him. No words or sarcasm would be coming out of Traytaine right now. His instincts were in place, and his emotions and 'wit' were taking a pleasant vacation.
While he had rolled away Jenny has pushed herself up to her ear and was examining her legs and arms for scrapes, oddly not thanking the chivalrous young man. Traytaine stood slowly, fully, and then dropped his height by bending his knees. His left was leading a good half foot, his left hand open and in front of him from out of the beige poncho and his right across his chest, neither of them obstructing his vision.
His hands were in constant movement, closing and opening, shifting up and in and out slowly. Prepared for incoming attack or an unpredictable attack of his own. There was a clearly vicious look in his steel blue-gray eyes. If his beige poncho, still stained with several specks and smears of blood, wasn't enough to tip off how vicious he could be it would soon become apparent.
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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 5:04:19 GMT 1
Zeke nervously looked at his opponent. he looked like a walking tank, without the cannons. as far as he could tell, the girl was safe. But now he had to finish what he started. It was then that he recognized the man.
"hey... You're that guy i met on my first day of school!" Zeke said.
Zeke was incredibly surprised by this point. the person he was looking at was completely different from the man whom he met a week ago. He seemed more troubled, even bloodthirsty. Zeke began to wonder if he'd get out of this alive.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 26, 2007 5:11:23 GMT 1
Traytaine continued to drill the boy with the same vicious, steely, eyes without so much as a twinge to his words. If there was going to be one thing happening now. He shifted forward, scuffing the bottom of his heavy boots along the tar, and making his way forward. If the boy wouldn't attack he'd take the offensive. Which left only one question in his vacant mind: would he need to smash his face to get the boy to wake up from his stupor.
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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 5:23:00 GMT 1
Zeke saw him approaching. he knew he couldn't best this guy in a standard fight. He had what appeared to be gigantic rock-hard muscles on every inch of his body.
except for his head.
Zeke made sure not to move. He watched as His opponent drew closer. the look in his eyes made it clear that Traytaine intended to bash his head in.
patience. don't move. don't even blink. make him think you're paralyzed with fear.
closer, closer, although he didn't show it, Zeke now had so much adrenalyne pumping that one second seemed to take 3. Traytaine was inches away now.
No, Zeke. not yet.
even closer.
don't give in.
then, when getting any closer would mean certain death:
NOW!
At the very last second, Zeke leaped up, and performed his signature hammer kick to the back of Traytaine's head. He landed behind Traytaine.
Hopefully he felt that.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 26, 2007 5:43:44 GMT 1
Traytaine continued moving forward, foot by foot, until he was only a short distance from the boy. He paused as the boy launched himself forward, and tried to do a flip. Traytaine was moving forward, straightened the last foot of his height, and would grab the boy around the waist and crush the boys back against his shoulder.
If the boys body stopped moving Traytaine would just roll the body off his shoulder and let it fall to the tar before walking away. But if he struggled he would just lift the boy into the air with both hands and slam the back of his shoulders into the tar instead.
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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 6:36:55 GMT 1
Somehow he blocked his kick. he almost swore he heard his spine snap under the force of Traytain's shoulder. he fell to the ground, in pain. but he was not defeated. no, not by any means. not yet. He promised Sara he woudn't die, and he keeps his promises.
Play dead. that's it.
Tray started to walk away. Perfect. He was so sure that Tray was defeated, he didn't bother to finish him off. This was a huge mistake on his part. Bronze Rule:NEVER turn your back on your opponent.
Despite the pain, Zeke's spine was NOT, in fact, broken. he was till fully capable of moving. he lay there, waiting for him to get far enough away. But now here was the problem: he couldn't risk going melee with him again, not after that last attack. he had to find another way to hit him. he observed his surroundings, and spotted a soccer ball. a basket ball would have been better, harder, but it had to do. He carefully aimed, and Kicked the soccer ball straight towards his head.
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Post by traytaine on Aug 26, 2007 7:12:14 GMT 1
Traytaine couldn't see the boys face at this point, but he heard his back pop. When his mind slowly returned he had a high doubt that the boy actually broke his back. Having done joint manipulations, and have them done on him, he knew they could pop without breaking. Distinct sounds. The body was rolled off his shoulder and he let it drop to the ground, and turned to walk away. Jenny was staring at him, mouth a bit agape. "Tray?" He heard her mumble it, but he merely looked at her as though her tone confused him and moved past.
He looked to the side for a moment longer, the girl shrunk down a few inches and scurried off. She would be telling everyone of the incident within a few minutes no doubt. He shrugged it off and raised his right hand to draw his fingertips down the scar. His mind was present, his memory wasn't. He knew he had been standing over Jenny. That his side hurt. And that Sharon was walking down the street. He also became aware of his head jerking forward and going momentarily off balance.
He whipped around the moment he planted his balance, his eyes scanning the immediate area. Finding nothing but someone in the distance he reached back with his right hand to the back of his head. No blood, wasn't a rock. His eyes dropped to the ground, scanned twice, found the object. As his eyes began to draw upward his mind faded away again.
Step forward, let him hear the boot. Faster second step- "Madox, come on! The meals' like, getting cold." One blink. Two. His head turned. "Who'd want ta eat ye'r cookin' warm or cold?" He muttered under his breath as he turned and headed back in her direction with an oddly embarrassed smile, possibly fake. "Comin'."
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Post by zeke on Aug 26, 2007 20:33:48 GMT 1
DIRECT HIT.
The soccer ball hit Tray clean in the back of the head. The plan was to wait for him to chase Zeke, then he'd run away. with Zeke's superior speed and stamina, there was no way Tray could keep up for long without tiring out considerably. However, looks like Tray was not as predictable as he previously appeared.
"Comin", he heard Tray say.
From Zeke's angle, he could not see who Tray was talking to. It could have been a voice inside the nutjob's head for all he could tell. Zeke Didn't like to retreat from a battle, especailly not a battle with a scottish-german-psychotic-powerhouse, but there was a lingering thought in the back of his head that all of this was a misunderstanding, and he wasn't as dangerous as he seemed.
and Zeke never forgot the OTHER golden rule: After the immediate danger is over, NEVER attack an opponent because of a misunderstanding.
part of Zeke hoped Tray was innocent. the other half was hoping that he hadn't broken the golden rule.
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