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Post by Aryck Venn on Nov 29, 2007 23:27:05 GMT 1
Aryck had been doing his best to lay low and keep a low profile through the entire Watcher situation. After all, he was well-known now in Varron, and if these policeman rejects were employed by the principal as seemed to be, it would be likely they would know what he knows. If MacMillan knew about Varron, he'd certainly know about Aryck's father.
Despite it all, though, sometimes, one simply cannot stay under the radar.
Aryck shook his head at the nagging student in his path. He was not sure how, or why, this one would believe such a thing, as if Aryck's usual style was hard to miss when you were looking for it, but for some reason, the student was convinced that Aryck had stolen his iPhone.
"No," he said for what must have been the eighteenth time in three minutes. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Look, buddy, I saw you around my packpack earlier this morning, don't even try to fuck with me. I saw you around my backpack, and now my iPhone is missing. My parents paid good money for that, dude, and I want it back!"
"I've told you already," Aryck said, lowering his eyebrows a bit. "I did not take anything of yours."
"Man, I told you not to fuck with me!" the boy said in response. He seemed to be getting more and more frustrated with each passing moment of dialogue. "I want my iPhone, and if you're not going to give it to me, I'm going to take it from you!!"
Aryck shook his head once more, and his eyebrow rose in a questioning glance as he voiced his own verbal reply. "What happens, then, when you find that I don't have it?"
"Then I... then I just beat you up some more!"
At that point, it would seem that Aryck did his own particular equivalent of losing his cool: He allowed the student to make his first mistake. "Alright, then, I don't have it. You may commence beating me up."
"What? You... aauugh!" Finally, the student lost his cool, and took Aryck's advice. Rearing back with his right hand, he threw a hard right hook for Aryck's nose. With speed and grace, Aryck's left arm came up as his right hand shot out, simultaneously blocking the attack and sending a straight-fisted punch upwards into the boy's chin. It knocked him staggering backwards. This seemed to hurt him, but it also seem to upset him more, and he charged forward again, this time issuing forth a left handed jab to Aryck's face. If Aryck had time to do anything but react, he would have shook his head again at the sloppy technique.
In what seemed like the span of a heartbeat, Aryck's right hand came up to the outside of the punch, slapping it inwards as his left hand reached up to take the punching hand by the wrist as it was slapping across his body. Immediately thereafter, Aryck's right hand struck out in a quick backhanding strike to the boy's midsection, following instantly by an upward strike again to his chin. This effectively started to double the boy over before popping him back up. From here, Aryck lunged forward, releasing his hold on the boy's arm and bringing his left arm over the formerly attacking appendage to wrap it around the boy's now-exposed throat. His right hand also came around to grab his own left wrist to complete the lock, and kicked out the back of the boy's left knee, causing him to fall backwards as Aryck thrust downwards with his arms as he released the lock, causing the boy to fall flat on his back, the recoil on his neck slamming his head into the ground and into a daze.
"Worthless."
Aryck took a deep breath, and turned around. Much to his dismay, however, he had not been as quick as he had needed to be. In the time it took for him to take down his opponent, clearly using more force than was particularly needed, it seemed that the school pillar Tiao Lei Shen had struck upon the scene, and from the look on his face, he was not pleased about what had happened.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 29, 2007 23:47:10 GMT 1
Four days from now. That's when the doctors told Tiao Lei Shen he would be at full capacity for sports are excercise once again. Despite doctor's orders, Tiao had begun practicing at the normal level a week ago. His arm was terribly sore, but after increasing the amount of excercise it began to numb and work out the kinks. In four day Tiao would have the okay to be able to fight again.
Today, he wouldn't wait for the okay.
Tiao turned the corner, catching the end of a fight. What was once a constant daily occurance in Hircine was now surprsing to see. No Watcher's were around, probably commencing an organized beat down elsewhere. The Watcher's invovlements hadn't dropped school violence, merely organized it. Tiao watched as one student backhanded the other, sweeping him back in one fluid movement. In was impressive form, though it didn't ease Tiao's nerves one bit. As if sensing his presence, the student turned to face Tiao. One look at the face, the glasses, and hair, Tiao knew who it was. His eyes narrowed on the student, a scowl apparent as he spoke.
"Arcyk Venn, number 11 on the Varron transfer list. Here I was under the impression you never made it to this school."
In the old days, Darren was informed of each and every new student in the school, and the information would be relayed to Tiao. Obviously, the connections with the main office were not what they used to be, and all surveying had to be done by footwork.
Tiao took two steps forward, closing the distance. His face supplied a small smirk as he smacked both palms together in front of his chest, flexing his fingers back and forth to crack the digits. Tiao rolled his shoulders, stetching out his arms and shoulderblades.
"I'll make this quick. I know who you are, and by knowing that, I know that you're likely informed of a good deal about myself. As such, we both know what's coming next."
Tiao smirked a mock politeness, instantly exploding forward after his last word. His right foot lunged forward first, his right hand sliding off his left palm as it swiped outwards. In a tiger claw formation, the edge of Tiao's right hand would connect with the right underside of Aryck's chin, knocking his head completely to the otherside if left unhindered.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Nov 30, 2007 0:08:17 GMT 1
Aryck regarded the school pillar with a raised eyebrow as he addressed him by his name, and, apparently, his number. If there wasn't such an obvious amount of pre-fight tension in the air, Aryck would have offered a sardonic remark at how Tiao Lei Shen listed his position on the Varron transfer roster. As it stood, however, with the way Tiao prepared himself for an attack, Aryck stayed silent, simply staring the pillar down coldly as he spoke his final words, attempting to use conversation to psyche out Aryck, lulling him into a false sense of security.
Without any prior warning, the pillar burst into attack, swinging his right hand out in a pattern that Aryck instantly recognized as a tiger claw form. A fellow practicioner of Kung Fu, Aryck smiled inwardly, but outwardly, simply focused on his opponent and fell into his own fighting groove.
The hand swung in a tight arc, but Aryck was ready. His body suddenly went almost limp, and he seemed to wither downwards. However, unbeknownst to the casual watcher, he was simply coiling himself downward, and swung his body down and to the left, rolling his neck in the same direction as he did to cause his entire body and head to dip harmlessly below the strike.
All in one unstopping motion, Aryck countered and attacked in kind. As his body swayed to the left under the strike, it snapped back to the right and forward, rising only slightly as his right hand swung in an outwards arc, connecting with the outside of Tiao's striking arm and pushing farther along it's original intended path, as his left hand simultaneously struck forward, his fingertips extended in a snake-fist form as his hand shot with sudden speed towards the pressure point on Tiao's right hip, where his leg met with his pelvis.
And thus, the modified snake style would meet with the traditional tiger style, and a battle neither would forget would soon ensue.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 30, 2007 0:43:12 GMT 1
The fluid, dip-like motions were not unfamiliar for Tiao Lei Shen. He had been well versed in Norther Shaolin style, and he had in fact mastered the forms of snake. Tiao was good at it, but didn't excel as he did in the Tiger form. He'd found someone with the skill in animal form to rival his own, as Aryck's snake style was better than his, and he knew it.
Tiao's right foot slid out to the side as his left foot did the same, widening his stance. It lowered his center of gravity even while his arm was knocked to the inside of his body. Instead of the tender area near his hip, Aryck would end up striking Tiao's lower abdominal muscles. Tiao felt it, but it wasn't an area that caused much pain.
Staying in motion throughout, Tiao's right arm would whip back elbow first, his right hand swiping back in a tiger claw. The heel of his palm would smash into Aryck's right temple before his fingers would claw in, attemption to slash at the face area and effectively reducing Aryck's vision. As his right arm slashed higher up upon Aryck, his left hand would already be slamming out around the same time his fingers would dig in, the heel of his left palm striking the center of Aryck's sternum.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Nov 30, 2007 1:05:51 GMT 1
Even as he was striking, Aryck was still in motion, almost constantly in motion. Knowing full well of the fighting prowess of his opponent, and having heard the stories of his aggressiveness and effectiveness, Aryck knew he could not simply stay still and wait for his attacks to land. As his fingers struck the wrong place, he was already drawing the hand back just as quickly, and stepping around with his left leg.
He took a diagonal step, to his left and forward, moving in-sync with the counter-attacking strike from Tiao. As he moved, Aryck turned his body to always be facing his opponent, keeping his center to face Tiao. His right arm once again reached up in connection with Tiao's striking right arm, connecting and then rolling over the top of his arm while sliding quickly down Tiao's arm while still applying counter-pressure, to slow the blow down and keep it from hitting him as he stepped around and to face Tiao's side.
Quickly after his block, Aryck attacked once again, this time his target being Tiao's exposed right side with a Wing Chun style punch, straight-fisted and with his body behind it.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 30, 2007 1:27:10 GMT 1
The Tiger Claw.
Easily the most recognized as Tiao's common weapon in battle. Stay away from Tiao's hands, and you'd be safe. He'd heard that before, but he typically never had a problem. No one was able to avoid his hands. Aryck, on the other hand, was proving to be a bit more difficult.
Aryck had slowed the motion of Tiao's arm, but not his momentum as a whole. Tiao thrust his hips violently to the right, sending his body weight over. His right leg would slide out just a bit more, lowering his stance to the most appropriate level. The claw was dangerous, but there was also a noticeable power in a tiger's shoulders.
Tiao would move quicker than Aryck would expect, moving at a small anger. The fist would skim off Tiao's ribs, moving past Tiao in a parrallel positioning to his back. Tiao's right shoulder would slide inbetween Arcyk's two occupied arms, slamming into the sternum of Arcyk. The lighter boy would likely be knocked backwards, though Tiao hoped it would be a clean enough hit to split his sternum and leave him standing. Since this would likley not be the case, Tiao would continue his rightward momentum, torquing and slamming his left palm into the nose of Arcyk if he was still in striking distance after the shoulder.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Nov 30, 2007 2:18:46 GMT 1
The shoulder thrust came quickly and suddenly, giving Aryck little time to block or dodge. Aryck had given up his center, or, at least, Tiao had forced his way bodily through it. At this, Aryck had only a few options available to him, and reacting more on instinct than on opinion, he moved.
When Tiao's shoulder connected, Aryck set his legs and struck upwards with his right fist, striking the underside Tiao's chin in a sudden blow, meant to disorient. Without stopping, of course, Aryck's fist slid past Tiao's neck to wrap his arm around the throat, cutting off his airflow.
When Tiao followed through with the shove, Aryck twisted his body to his left, dragging Tiao with him. Due to his own leg placement, Tiao's right leg would get caught up with his left, causing both men to fall. However, with Aryck's grip around Tiao's neck, along with own torque, once both men no longer had footing, his momentum would put him on the side of Tiao, and Tiao would be getting slammed into the ground courtesy of Aryck.
If successful, Aryck would quickly roll away on his side, raising himself a kneeling position to await Tiao's reaction. At this point, explaining himself was beyond the question. Tiao was itching for a fight, and Aryck no longer cared about the nature of it.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 30, 2007 2:35:40 GMT 1
The fist rose quickly, striking Tiao in the chin before he knew it was thrown. Tiao was rusty, and it wasn't every day he fought someone faster than himself. Still, Tiao was already in the process of torquing to his right. When Aryck found a grip on his throat, Tiao's instincts would do the most natural thing for him: find a grip on Aryck's throat.
Tiao's left hand shot out underneath Aryck's arm, Tiao's left shouter pushing up on Aryck's wrist and upper forearm. It was possible this would cause Aryck's grip to fall off entirely, but in the least it would take away some of the taller man's leverage and give Tiao back his air. Tiao's left hand would twist, not only taking away the air from the throat, but position his fingers to push in on the jugulars as well. The tiger claw around the throat wasn't just a choke, it was a complete control.
Still, Arcyk had tied Tiao's feet up and had pulled him forward. With Tiao's own momentum, he would be forced to crash to the ground as well. Thanks to the torque for Tiao's own choke, he was able to fall atop Aryck rather than falling to the side. He would lean forward, putting his body weight atop the chest, and more importantly the neck of Aryck. He was careful to hold back just enough to not slam him too hard, or lean too far in to crush his windpipe. Tiao's right hand raised up, seemingly prepared to strike. Instead, it would remain up by his chest, ready to bat away any attempts to get his arm off Aryck.
If he tapped, Tiao would accept that as defeat. Otherwise, Tiao would have no choice but to wait out Aryck's struggling.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Nov 30, 2007 5:44:27 GMT 1
Aryck felt the grip at his throat, and narrowed his eyes, refusing to let Tiao have the pleasure of hearing him gag from the sudden lunge and clutch. With the forward momentum and twist, both students were falling to the ground, and, unfortunately for Aryck, Tiao had once again managed to slip just out of perfect position. This time, instead of falling to the side, he was coming down right on top of him.
Unfortunately for Tiao, falling had been Aryck's plan all along, and thus he was much more prepared for deviations from the original idea than Tiao, who had been forced to improvise the fall much more.
Aryck's left hand retracted as he fell, gripping onto the front of Tiao's shirt as best he could, mostly just to keep balance. Likewise, as he landed, Aryck rocked backwards, lifting his right knee and hunching his left leg up so that his foot and knee placed where Tiao's stomach soon landed thereafter.
Continuing with the fluid motion, Aryck kicked up with the left foot, continuing to rock back. With Tiao putting his weight on his upper body and Aryck's right hand still holding around his head, the Chinese boy provided his own fulcrum of leverage for the throw, and would find himself being tossed overhead. This would likely break Tiao's concentration, and both of Aryck's arms, now released from their grips on Tiao, would perform a scissor-like straight to both sides of Tiao's gripping hand, left forearm striking the top and right forearm striking the bottom, knocking his hand away and breaking contact.
To finish, Aryck would kip up to his feet and turn around to face Tiao again, pushing his glasses back up on his nose, since they had almost fallen off in that last exchange.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Nov 30, 2007 6:19:25 GMT 1
Tiao regretted not slamming Aryck down as hard as he can, and crushing his windpipe right there.
Tiao felt the foot place itself upon his stomach, and he was already prepared for what was coming next. To insure he'd get the most out of it, however, Tiao sprung off the balls of his feet, jumping with the motion. Tiao made sure to squeeze extra hard on the throat however, intent on doing some real damage to the throat. It didn't hold as long as he had hoped, as Aryck had knocked his arm off, no matter how reluctant the hold had been.
The pillar went feet first, his jump insuring that he would spring entirely over Aryck. Instead of bein flipped to his back, Tiao would do a half handspring, half flip, landing on his feet a few yards away. While showing his athleticism, Tiao was forced into the flip and it wouldn't have the necessary grace. He landed it, but would take a few stutter steps forward before regaining his full balance.
Tiao turned to face Aryck, who would just be at the end of his kip. As Aryck fixed his glasses, Tiao readjusted his armbands which had been twisted from the recent strikes to his arm. He shook his left arm, the elbow joint still feeling a bit stiff. Playing the opposite to Arcyk, who remained ever expressionless, Tiao grinned broadly.
"Smooth. I can see why you were so high on the list. It's a shame you waste those skills on the helpless like that."
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Post by Aryck Venn on Dec 5, 2007 18:57:43 GMT 1
As per his manner, Tiao began to talk, all smiles and boastfulness to Aryck's more reserved countenance. He complemented the taller boy's skills, backhanding it with a remark about the one he had recently dismantled in front of the Pillar. At this, Aryck's eyes traveled from his new opponent to the one previous to it, still laying on the ground, now finally conscious but still unsure of what had just happened. After a long look at him, his almost vacant eyes returned to meet with Tiao's firey ones, raising an eyebrow in contest to the remark.
"Ignorance."
A single word spoken, followed by a long pause, and finally an explanation.
"His helplessness was one of ignorance. He simply wanted to make an enemy of me. I granted his request."
Aryck's words, as usual, were very vague as to the true meaning and intent behind his actions. As such, his guard was still up, at least mentally, and his eyes continued to scan the Hircine Pillar for more signs of aggression.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 5, 2007 19:46:47 GMT 1
Heh, he's alot like Darren. He's just a jerk too, like me.
The first word was spoken, followed by a lengthy pause. It could have been taken many ways. Tiao placed a 50/50 chance that he was either being insulted, or he was referring to the beaten student. Tiao's eyes perked up slightly, showing that he was curious but still displaying the smirk to show he didn't care one way or the other. People like Leon Loire had assumed Tiao was nothing but an obediant dog, and wasn't aware of what happened around him. Unlucklily for Leon, he was wrong.
"If that's true, then I'm afraid I like sympathy for either of you. He deserved what he got for screwing with his better. At the same time, you did more than what was necessary. I'm sure you'll understand why repercussions must be carried out."
Tiao grinned, raising his palms back up as he slid into a more comfortable stance.
"Besides, I'm enjoying this excercise far too much to let you off the hook yet."
Tiao took a step forward with his left leg, swiping his left hand back, attempting graze Aryck's face from (your) left to right. His palm would strike the left cheekbone, sliding over and raking the eyes as he ripped Aryck's glasses off his face.
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