Bix has arrived. (open)

[Bix]

Enter Bix

Sorceress Extrodinaire

Fluttering in the breeze,
black lace shakes.
Getting closer to a freeze,
with every passing day.

The sun warms the way,
and I am alone.
A bright fall day,
disgusting.

*crunch crunch .. crunch crunch...*

Large boots crunch upon the gravel of the path. Shittily made concrete, poored by the minorities in the world, set with wood, reinforced with rebar. Steel toes in the boots, black, leather, reaching up to almost her skinny knees. Stockings then, striped, filtered up her legs disappearing underneath a black skirt. Almost blending in with their black and white stripes. The skirt, short, plaid, though it's hard to tell. Blue on black. Long sleeves. Black color. Silver chain around the waist, two feathered tassels hanging down from the belt.

Gloved hands. One holding an expresso, held in a cardboard cup. Steaming slightly in the cool fall day. The other, protecting her skin with the black lace umbrella that she held aloft. It was the west coast, nothing was ever all that cold, but it was despite the heat turning to fall. And the morning would be chill until the sun rose more and warmed the earth. Global warming, the seasons changing, shifting to something new. more natural disasters, the oceans rise, mankind's effect was startling, if you believed the hype.

Simple bag. Torn almost to shreds. Once made of fine material, probably something close to suede or psuedo suede, but now was nothing more than a ratty bag held together by safety pins, ribbons, and patches. Yet, it was hers. Pentograms, occult diagrams, all decorated the once undecorated fabric.

Around her, the people, the mindless sheep roamed the field speaking and mewing at the rest of the flock. Broken up into meaningless cliques. What would they be when the school time ended, when they moved on from this establishment of education and was forced into something a great deal more realisitic. Would they still be together. No. Statistics showed that this was not the way the world worked.

Screaming. A fight had broken out, the left side of the yard in an array of screams, cheers, and someone calling for help. Stop. No more walking for the small skinny girl as her blue eyes swayed from the door of destination, to the fight that was taking up the yard. Collecting a large surpluss of onlookers. More cheering than screaming. Most wanted to see the fight victorious in it's bloodshed. Neither seemed to care who walked away or limped so long as someone did. Disgusting, the human nature that had been brought to this place, and yet at the same time, Bix knew that Bix was no better, she thrilled in the blood as well but from the blank expression on her face, you wouldn't know.

Steps continued again, as she worked towards the school. The large building. Hircine, a new school, her first day, such a pittiful place to attend. Full of violence and the miscretants that had plagued the world. When they all grauduated what would they become? Was violence against violent sheep really all that beneificial. No. It was not, and yet they seemed to think this was what would work. To teach them by beating them, and making it right. Senseless and meaningless plans that sounded good in theory and yet when carried out meant nothing.

Murderers, Rapists, all of them would become those that increased the population of the prisons.

Sip. The coffee was still too hot, but no pain or expression of the burnt tongue crossed her features. In front of the door, she paused, Bix's eyes turning again, surveying the fight once more. Easily in the way of progressing into and out of the school.

[mikeyc0607]

the blockage in the hall making it hard for even the smallest person or skinniest to slide through to get to class, all caused by yet another fight in hercine high, One distant onlooker noticed a very strangely dressed girl but who was he to talk he seemed to get looks occasionally as well, he tried to ignore her but he couldnt she just didnt seem right, her eyes held a hatred for everyone around her and they seemed cold and unemotional,

even in his psychotic nature Antonios eyes atleast held true emotion but hers none it sent a shiver down his spine and made him very uneasy a feeling he had only felt once before, didnt last long..... one of the kids in the fight flew out of the crowd into Antonio, making the situation worse

Hircine high was not his school and they all realized it now he became a common enemy and the 2 grabbed each other and focused attention on him running toward him ready to fight with what strength they had left

~tell me they're honestly going to try~ Antonio thought to himself
before screaming "PATHETIC" and running at the too, approaching them just close enough he slide across the floor and took both down with a slide Antonio himself jumping up knocking into the unknown girl

[pinefresh]

(OOC: I gotta say, that's an awesome style of RP you have there Bix)

~More fighting, its not even 9am and these stupid sheep are already fighting.~ Pine thought to himself as he looked at his pretty Swiss Army watch. He enjoyed how the metal reflected the light so well. The watch had been with Pine since he had been at Varron and all the way through Aarondale. Pine was amazed at the sheer craftsmanship of the watch because there was no reason it should still be working. Then again, by rights Pine should not be alive either so him and the watch made a perfect couple. Now only if it were a woman would Pine be set.


Back to the event at hand though. Pine made his way over to the fight ready to end it quickly. He got there but before he did anything the two fighters turned on some kid with white hair and clothing. The kid looked like something you would see in Samurai Champloo, with his oriental shirt and pure white clothing. Then again, Pine wondered who the hell this kid was. Someone like that would easily stand out around here. That could mean one of two things, the kid was either new or from Paragon. Considering the two sheep ran to attack him the latter was probably the truth. Though Pine was sure he had seen that kid before somewhere like maybe Varron. There was no way to be sure now though, it was too long ago. That and the kid must not have been anything special back there.

Mr. Samurai met the two kids with a slide tackle sending them both flying in Pine's direction. ~Great...~ Pine thought as he dodged one body and caught the other. The boy was heavy but managable, when he looked up Pine recognized who he was. By the look on the boys face he remembered Pine as well.

"y...you!" said the boy as he looked up at Pine.

"ME!!!!" Said Pine with a smile looking down at the boy who seemed a little scared. There last encounter Pine sent the boy straight to the nurse and was looking to do it again. "You've got 10 seconds to tell me what's going on before I send you to the Nurse again."

"That..That kid is from Paragon I know I have seen him there before. Hard to miss a person like that. You'll let me go right?"

"No, I said you had ten seconds to tell me what is going on before I sent you to the nurse. I never said I was going to let you go. Good night Polly."

With that, Pine slammed the kids head hard enough with his fist to daze him and let the lamb fall to the ground. He looked up at Mr. Samurai as the boy jumped up into some girl. Rubbed his face, and rolled up his sleeves, so did everyone else in earshot of his conversation. A lone Paragon student starting a fight in Hircine grounds was too good an opportunity to pass up. In the words of the great Russel Peters 'Someones about to get a hurt real bad.'

[Bix]

((Bix appreciates your appreciation, Pain))

Strange Situation

Entering the World of the Unknown

Note to self. In a world of violence, the fist prevails. Thoughts. Run through the mind of the blue haired girl. She watches. Eyes catching clips, a flash episode of those around her. The events taking place. Different, each time and yet, almost predictable. Boys. The answer was testosterone. The drive to fight on a daily basis, that must be it.

Smirk. A slight twitch of the lips was the only minute change of her face before the stoicism returned once more. The boy, white of clothing, asian of decent began to run. It seemed the common enemy had arrived. Ah, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Yes yes, to see such practice in use was indeed a dream come true, to know that a truth had existed in the world. Untainted.

Ready to fight, this boy was. The wind currents seemed to shift, the cool morning not nearly as welcoming as it might have been five minutes hence. Anger. Rage. Predominant emotions here, filling the void around her. Bix inhaled the scent. Tasting the air around her.

Sapphire refocus. And there came a flash of white, heading towards the boys. The attackers, to the attackee. Tackle time. Win the game. His line, as her own pathway. Eyes narrowed, lashes shifted, showing the movement. Step step step step, the boy ran and then in a burst of dust and debris from the pavement a slide. From football to baseball, American them both so they say.

Dust on her shoe. it was not allowed. She didn't wish for anything to marr her first day outfit. No one reserved the right to cause her the trouble of having to actually wipe it off. The creak of plastic, pulling the top off the cardboard cup. My cup runneth over. With a tilt of her wrist she poured the offendingly hot fluid upon the boy beneath her. Coffee upon white. Dirty now. A grin on soft pale lips. Oh yes, filthy the scum that lay at her feet.

Mew little sheep mew. Mew like the rest of them. Show the world that you will not let the Bix harm your precious body. The burn will fade from the skin, but the skin of pride was a much harder thing to heal. Before the boy clothed in white could move, his filthy clothing clinging to him from her once full cup, she stepped to the side.

No need to dirty her shoes more. No need to sully her own clothes. For Bix, was different. Bix was a new breed of mankind, the kind that did not let her pride take wounds so easily. Bix would prevail against this world and show the entire race that she was strong. He was nothing to her. The boy on the ground. A stain on this otherwise filthy existance.

Loud. A scream across the ground. Craning of her neck. so that she could see, the boy that had tossed the fat kid to the side. So strong he was. Impressive. Free hand, fell to the side of her hip. Grabbing upon nothing, merely hanging loose there, in case of need it was ready to protect, to become a tool of pain, spellcasting, and torture. Her sapphire gems, locking onto the one, the strong one. Watching. Merely watching the fight. An innocent bystander. Yes, sure, that was what she was.

[mikeyc0607]

in a mere second a horrible pain ran over Antonio's head and neck as the hot liquid poured onto him staining his clothes and burning his skin , he tumbled over onto the floor regained his stance and saw an army of hircine student getting ready to charge , he stood silent, waiting looking from face to face examining body types and heights, and build, many of them would be an easy one two but some some might prove to be difficult he knew, he stood there the pain getting more intense as the liquid began to cool leaving his skin irritated,

as he continued his examination of the army ready to attack he stumbled upon a very familiar face , he focused in losing all mental train of thought to the moment at hand he knew that one kid but from where, Varron maybe? then realizing that it was none other then Pine a sight sigh of false alliance came into his heart, maybe a fellow Varron transfer student would take his side or not the thoughts battled within his head losing his mental stability he made a rash move and screamed "PINE!!"

his only chance now was that Pine would see things his way, if not he would have to hope for the best and hope for his escape route not to be blocked with opposing students, he was an idiot for coming here but he had a goal he had things to do and he had someone to find...he had to find "her"

(ooc check my bio page in history to find out who her is ;])

[pinefresh]

~That had to of hurt~ Pine thought as he watched an entire cup of coffee get overturned on Mr. Samurai's head. ~Now if only I could remember his name~

Well it seemed that the girl could take care of herself rather well. In fact Pine admired her level of viciousness toward Mr. Samurai. Most people would start bitching, this girl didn't even deem him worthy of a single word. She was to be Pine's favorite person for the next 10 seconds. He could hear the jeers and laughter of the other students as they watched what happened. Pine wondered if that coffee stain would ever come out of the shirt. It seemed like such an unfitting end to such a nice shirt.

Pine continued to move toward the Paragon student, the boy looked more and more familiar as he got closer. He was sure he had seen the boy recently before but for whatever reason couldn't remember where. Then the boy called out his name and Pine remembered who he was. It was Antonio, the guy that interrupted his kiss with Nyra. Some of the students looked at Pine in surprise, some even had smiles on their faces. ~shit~ was all Pine's mind could muster at the moment. It seemed that those who were looking for a reason to fight Pine had just gotten one.

"Start running now you idiot." Pine yelled at Antonio before turning to face the crowd. He could see those who had the same face on Pine usually had before he was about to fight someone. This was not going to end well at all, it seemed Pine was about to get a hurt real bad. "Uhhh... We used to go to school together, I have no idea why he's..." Pine's sentence was cut short by a right hook to the face. Pine watched the spittle leave his mouth and he stumbled back slightly. He swore he heard someone yell traitor from farther back in the group. Pine could feel a trickle of blood on the inside of his mouth where one of his teeth must have cut the inside of his cheek.

When the second punch came Pine was already three steps ahead of the game. using his right hand he knocked the punch of course so it would pass to the left side of his body and spun around. As the punch and the offender passed by, Pine would bend his left arm at a 45 degree angle. Pine would spin his upper torso around enough so that the left elbow would collide with the back of the boys head in a reverse elbow. (OOC: Damn I forgot how difficult it is to type out the more complex moves) The boy hit the ground just in time for a kick to connect with Pine's purely exposed left side.

Pine hissed as the pain registered in his head. The boy had left his foot on Pine's side long enough for Pine to react by dropping his left arm and looping it around the boys leg in a lock. From here Pine made a first with his right hand and landed three really hard punches to the side of the boys knee. Bringing his right hand back up into a block position (at level with his right cheek bone). He then twisted his body to the right and swung the boys foot to the right with his left hand. This would cause the boy to spin and lose his balance. As soon as the spin ended Pine would simply kick the guy in the nuts causing him to crumple.

"Alright! That's enough! I am not a traitor, I am not in league with Paragon! Yes I know him, we went to school together! If I'm not mistaken many of you have former friends in Paragon so let's not be too quick to judge. Besides, it's not even 10am yet, it is way to early to be fighting. Truce??? Yes, No, Maybe so?"

There was no way Pine could beat every kid that was standing here. If he was lucky he might be able to drop another four students before the over powered him, there was no reason it had to go this far.

[Bix]

Jitterbug

The Dance of Wills

Non-chalant. Was the boy. Pain. He did not feel. Bix cocked her brow. Perhaps he felt, but he was unangered by her action. Strange. Bix had to admit, for she figured that he would pay attention to her. The one that had poured coffee on him. Ruining his shirt. Burning his skin. Making him feel pain for no real reason. However, the fact that he brushed it off did not impress the Witch. No. Instead, she felt more angry. Her face showed nothing though, she had grown talented at hiding what she felt upon her face.

Screams. Cries. They all called out to the other man. Pine. Strange name. A tree. A scent. An annoying collection of shavings for the bottom of rodent aquariums. Annoying the scent. Stupid tree shapes dangling in the windows of old junk heaps. Such was the name.

Rage. Permeated the crowd. Filtering through each and every one. Words and actions. Harsh, rude, and quick. Conclusions, jumped to. The crowd angered. Her tongue lashed out, licking across her pale lips. Tasting the change. The shift in the air. The way that it spread. Moved through the air. Touching it's tendrils upon her unanswering skin.

A friend. Bix had never experienced such a thing. To be a friend with an enemy. Interested, the young Witch was. Hand moved. Tossing aside, with avid grace the empty cardboard up. The empty echo of it's bounce lost within the noise of the crowd. Hand rises, clasping at the pentogram hidden. The cool metal as she closed her eyes, filling her palm. Pressing it's shape into her skin. Whispers. Lips barely moving as she begins her spell. The one, the only one. To give the one, the one of Scent, a proper boost.

Greatest Darkness
head my cry
a brother of blood
doth need this plight

Grant the one
with the name of Pine
a grateful gift
of strength and insight.

Eyes open. Hand moves from the pendant. To a pocket. Small and torn upon her bag. Open, the velcroe moves, creating a sound only she can here. Inside, a small pin is taken. Prick. The bead of red upon her pale finger, turning over the drop falls. Cascading through the air, taking the anger, the rage and focusing it. Splat. Upon the dirt, upon the grass. Her red liquid falls, and causes a pattern. The spell doth cast.

Time. He would win now. The boy would win, the one of wood. Strong as his name, he would prevail against the crowd. Bix watched. Eyes secure on those around her. Eyes watching on the fight, the development, and the way that the jitterbug would jive.

[mikeyc0607]

"damn this is getting out of hand"... , Antonio didnt know whether he should run or help his fellow class mate, the choice would mean either a. getting hurt bad , or b. leaving pine to take care of it. his anger got the best of him he wasnt thinking his shirt got ruined his pants and he had burns on his body, "fuck it" Antonio charged toward the circle grabbed pines shoulders and threw himself over pine, upon reaching air he spun his leg out into a sweep kick hitting a student across the side of his face sending him to the floor, Antonio's foot slid across the floor as he regained balance and waited for his next attacker,

"Pine Listen we both know there not going to stop, either fight with me or back down, your choice but i cant run away from this fight i have someone i MUST ......." before Antonio could finish his sentence 2 students came at him from both sides , Antonio turned around and performed a jumping back kick sending one student flying into 3 that were about to jump into the fight, the other student however had enough time to connect a punch to the back of Antonio's head making him lose balance and crash to the floor

[Dirk]

The burned boy didn't get the chance to see the start of the fight and the crowd that was forming, but hell if he wouldn't be there to see it end and more importantly if he didn't involve himself. He was one of the first to yell "Traitor" at the top of his lungs. Intent on driving the conflict further as he drove his body further into the heart of the crowd.

He'd arrive just in time to watch some coffee stained punkish looking guy land, scream some non-sense and then promptly find someone's fist smashing into the back of his clearly empty skull. Dirk would push through the last few rows of people into the empty ground that was the fight pit.

He could only imagine everyone's distaste if he were to kick a man while he was down. So he would promptly stomp down on the fallen boy on his way to standing a few feet away from the other man that was shortly to be put into the position of that he just tromped over.

The somewhat raspy voice would croak out one thing with a crooked smile on it's owner's face. An answer to a previously asked question.

"No life without conflict."

Dirk would step in quickly, moving forward and to his right. He would take one sharp step before twisting his torso to the right, left arm swinging out harshly, elbow aimed to smash into the raised right hand and send it crashing back into the face. Dirk was aiming to push his new found opponent around a little, break down the defense slightly before moving on to Pain.

[pinefresh]

(OOC: *sigh* I guess this cannot be helped. I assume you know the drill Dirk, if you don't understand something I did PM me)

So it seemed that Pine was going to have to fight Antonio anyways. Pine got ready to do him in when some boy came out of nowhere and punched Antonio in the back of the head. ~Nice punch~ Pine thought to himself as he watched Antonio do a virtual face plant into the ground. The boy then proceeded to literally walk over Antonio on his way to see Pine. The kid had a twisted smile on his face and his words made his intention clear. It seemed that some Hircinian thought he could match Pine. There was only one way to find out and that was for him to try. Sure Pine had been hit twice but now that it had happened his adrenal system had kicked in and he was more aware of everything. If this kid thought it was going to be an easy fight he really should have just kept pounding on Antonio.

The kids plan of attack was to try and hit Pine with a left elbow. If Pine were anywhere near this kids height that would have worked well to his advantage. The problem for him was that Pine was somewhere around half a foot shorter which meant his elbows force would be cut down especially with his intended target of Pines lower face. Had he decided to aim for the forehead Pine would have been slightly worried but now the kid was just plain over extending himself. Not to mention he just committed a serious error in his tactic. He assumed that Pine was a lesser fighter than himself and threw a powerful weapon at him. Had the kid stopped to think for a second or watched how Pine dropped the other three students he might have done the smart thing and started off with a punch.

After Pine sent the second kid to the ground he had moved himself into his fighting stance. The stance his Muay Thai instructors called the golden stance. His right leg was forward and his right foot was pointing toward his opponent, knee slightly bent. His left leg was shoulder width distance behind his right, off at a 45 degree angle. His left foot was also pointing out at a 45 degree angle. The stance was familiar and welcome to Pine who had used it enough times to know how well it worked.

As the elbow got close to Pine's right hand he would bend his right arm fully and lift it so his right hand was cupping the back of his head. His elbow and bent arm would be the shield that protected his entire face. He would slightly twist his body to the left to allow the landing blow to be cushioned by his arm. What happened next would be fast. Pine would use his adrenaline and an explosion of momentum to push the elbow back toward its' owner with his block with the motion initiated by his hips and torso. As soon as the elbow was being pushed back Pine would prepare for his counter attack. The attack was simple, Pine's momentum would shoot the attackers elbow back to his left (your left) and as Pine reached peak of extension his left arm would fire out into a punch and strike his attacker in the solarplexis. Pine's original stance put him as a south pawed fighter which meant that it was his dominant hand that landed the blow meaning the offender would get the full benefit of Pine's 175lbs of force right where his ribs met at the bottom of his chest. The act would easily wind him and depending on his reaction, Pine would set up his second attack. Of course after the punch landed (if it landed) he would retract both hands and reposition them exactly how he had them before the attacker tried to strike.

[Dirk]

(OOC: No worries, besides, I was usually pretty good at understanding your moves. Sorry for skipping posting order Bix. )

Dirk would grunt as his elbow struck his opponent's forearm that had just adjusted itself into a powerful defense. It was annoying that he didn't just do as any other boxer or street fighter might do and just hold his arm up to block, but Dirk didn't have the benefit of seeing him act in the moments just before the acrobatic boy was felled.

The reversal of power was noticeable as Pine pushed back, and unfortunately Dirk didn't position himself well enough to put his weight and power into effect push down on his opponent. The left arm that was already being pushed back would slide inwards back to the Burned Boy, preparing a defensive, though it would be slightly too slow to do too much to his opponent's attack.

The retracting left arm would move to push the retaliating punch down and to Dirk's left, though it would be too little much too late. There would be a small amount of deflection and while it would keep his diaphragm from completely screwing him over, it was still going to knock the air out of him.

Dirk would stumble back, a harsh cough turning into a laugh as he straightened and took a few gasping breaths to bring himself back to proper breathing. The cruel grin would arrive, at least momentarily as he spoke again.

"Old Lip less was right, you'd be good to lead a beating"

Dirk would begin moving to wards his opponent. Performing short jerky bursts of movement to try to get his opponent to extend himself slightly, if it were possible at all. Ein wasn't stupid when he trained men, and he doubted these actions would do much more than give his opponent pause when Dirk really attacked.

But a little hesitation could only help the branded man.

[mikeyc0607]

Antonio regained his compisition and slowly stood up , his anger built up so high his blood vessels began to pop , blood flooding his eyes turning them dark red and because of the contacts in his eyes they had the apperiance of a truely demonic sight white middles with red outsides, his mind went ballistic turning out millions of thoughts horrible , freakish, kill ,destroy, fight, Dont stoP!!!

his mind began to play games with his sanity , as he stood there staring at Pine and another student began to fight Antonio crack his neck did a fast spin as his spin cracked in diffrent locations giving him more flexibility and freedom , ~~wierd my body is , diffrent complex, the human body a growing adapting machine ,ever changing , when you do this this reacts, when you do this this effects, unknown power, strengths ,weakness fear, enough no more , they must pay all of them, the girl, these pathetic excuse for fighters all must pay,all pain delt so shall pain be delt pain recieved so there for retaliation in store no one has rights or freedoms only i, i shall over come there pain my pleasure~~

Antonio blacks Out

hes mind reached his limit his anger was to great and his adrenaline reaching dangerous amounts, he rushed toward a group of students that were blocking his way between the fight with pine and the other student as he got to the fight he twisted his body around and threw all of his wieght into one punch sending one student flying into 3 others then he quickly turned around and in a close leg stance performed a flying back kick pivoting off his foot at the last second before contact giving him air space, as he began to land he turned with his torso landing in front of 4 other students all rushing in he ran into the group and slide across the floor knocking all but 1 down who grabbed his arm, jerking backward the grip broken Antonio used a knife hand chop to the kids throat knocking himi unconsciense , he was slowly making his way to dirk , who inturupted his incounter with Pine

[Bix]

Solitude

Plauge Upon the Witch

Intruder. Enemy upon enemies. A rival of the one. Strong as wood, he was, and yet could he beat the foe. The one in front of him was likely no one to be trifled with. Such intensity. It was amazing the human psyche and what it was able to accomplish. Anger was something all different. Something that changed everyone and transformed them into the raging beasts. Those of the underworld. Hell bent on the destruction of those around them. Bix's eyes dimed. The light dying.

Too intense. It was in overdrive. There would be no good outcome of this. Another fight. No real end. Pain begot pain, begot injuries, begot blood, begot the witches powers. And yet, this was pointless. Rage was one thing. Traitors were real. Everything was new. Unusual though was the three way fight. The antithesis, the traitor, and the enemy.

Pathetic. The concrete shifted. Grinding underneath the tread of the boots. The leather moved, squeaking almost as it was unyet broken in. At the door, metal and rusted, she closed the lace unbrella. Wincing for only a moment as the sunlight bathed her pale skin. Placing the handle of the umbrella over her wrist she entered the cool confines of the halls.

Fate would decide the fate of the three. But Bix would not be there to witness.

[pinefresh]

(OOC: Well we lost the creator of the thread.... Not only that, Antonio if Dirk is who I think he is, I REALLY would not recommend doing what you're about to do.)

So Dirk managed to deflect part of the punch. The fact was the damage was still done and Dirk was sent stumbling back winded. ~Well, I guess that's that.~ Pine thought to himself as he began to move forward to end this. There was no doubt he would reach Dirk before he caught his breath and end this quickly. Pine stopped moving. He had better things to do besides fight, like talk to the girl that dumped coffee all over Antonio. He was interested by the air of calm that surrounded her as events unraveled. Most people would have simply jumped out of the way when a person came sliding across the ground at them, she didn't even flinch. Pine really wanted to know why.

His thoughts were lost for a second until Dirk spoke about a lip less man. There was only one person that could be and that was Ein. So Victoria wasn't lying and he was still here. So Dirk knew who he was, and whom he served and still decided to fight. Clearly this kid had no real concept of whom he was dealing with. Pine opened his mouth and let out a vicious laugh. "So you know who I am and who I serve and yet you still stand against me. Well if your a glutton for punishment keep coming I have much more to teach you about pain. My little love tap wasn't even a fraction of what I can do. Then again you probably already know this don't you? However what you seem to be missing is that your feints will not distract me and your back is turned to your real opponent. So after you finish him, should you finish him, perhaps we could talk about the location of Ein and how you know him." Pine stopped laughing, but kept a small smile on his face. Dirk was going to do one of two things, attack Pine directly and take a beating from Antonio or turn and fight Antonio while Pine watched.

[Dirk]

"Arrogant aren't we?"

Dirk would snap right back, knowing the tenants of Genaht and more importantly that it would certainly piss off the former lieutenant. Still Dirk wouldn't deny the words of his foe, and would begin to move around Pine with his feints, catching a glimpse of the man trudging to him.

"But we're all made to....

Dirk would move in again, his feint looking to have more purpose. The legs would catch ground before propelling the burned boy back as his torso twisted to face the former door mat. A crazed look plastered across Dirk's face as his mouth opened and let out it's striking cry.

"FALL![/b]"

The right arm would lash out harshly, fist clenched tight, to strike Antonio across the jaw. The arm would follow through completely, Dirk's torso twisting and lowering before snapping like a spring in the opposite direction. The sudden twist turned into an advance as his left foot closed the distance and the forearm would be sent to smash against his opponents chest.

If all went well the one two punch of sorts would stagger then send his opponent back onto his arse once more. Hopefully to stay there for the last time. After all, coffee burns had to hurt alot less when you were unconscious.

[mikeyc0607]

as he appoarched he saw Dirks fist tense anticipating it he would stay alert and try to block what he could as Dirks first punch came Antonio would lift his arm up just enough to block the impact from his jaw but the second hit was unexpected sending Antonio flying back to the floor,

(ooc:sorry for late response havent really been around)

that last hit was brutal , Antonio brought himself up and slowly disappeared into the crowd he had a plan but hed need to get a minor distraction

[pinefresh]

"I am many things but arrogant isn't one of them." Pine said maintaining the smile on his face. Dirk was still moving toward him and Pine was ready to knock him back a second time. He would keep doing so until Dirk stopped coming back. The only problem Pine could see was that Dirk seemed to be rather messed up mentally. The way he spoke, the burns, the way he fought, this fight could last longer than Pine really wanted it too. Dirk turned and began to attack Antonio, he was close enough for Pine to strike. Would Pine strike out and end it now? Disappear into the crowd and get into the school fast? Or would he wait and see how this turned out? So many questions and not even a second to decide so Pine made the decision as Dirk readied the second punch.

~Time to end this~ The fact was Dirk had made a big mistake by turning his back to Pine. The average person could cover over 50feet in 1second Dirk was not even 10 feet away. Pine took off at a run as Dirk threw the second punch, the noise of the crowd would mask his own. At maybe two feet from Dirk's back he dove into a slide tackle to take out Dirk's legs from behind which would cause him to land right on his back. This would happen just as Dirk landed the second punch that would finish Antonio. After connecting with Dirk's legs and sending him falling onto his back Pine would jump up and quickly climb on top of Dirk straddling him before the shock wore off. This way he could not throw Pine off and prevent what happened next. Pine leaned in slightly and put the forearm of his right on Dirk's throat and bent his left elbow into a 45 degree angle. From here it was a matter of simply lift elbow up slightly twist it over and bring it down into a cut down elbow right into Dirk's face. The next course of action would be to repeat until Dirk was knocked out and very bloody.

[~Now that I lay you down to sleep I pray the lord your soul to keep. Should you die before you wake I pray the lord your soul to take. Ahmen~

[Dirk]

The Burned boy would suddenly find his world flying backwards as his legs were cut out from under him. There wasn't much time to react and he hit the ground hard. He was smart enough to keep his head from smacking to hard, but other than that couldn't fall properly enough to prevent too much shock.

It would be another moment before the red headed one was ontop of him and the air suddenly choked off. Dirk would try to tuck his chin down but the reaction would be too slow, the chin being pushed away as Pine sinched the choke by putting his weight down.

Dirks reaction was to instantly strike back at his foe, his eyes focusing by instinct by the only moving object, the left arm that was just about ready to strike. Dirk's right would sweep up to strike that elbow with his own arm, while the left hand would reach up and grasp for his opponent's throat.

He was all but done he knew unless he could get Pine off of him and such a thing seemed unlikely at best. That would stop him from returning some of the pain given to him in the very least.

[pinefresh]

Everything was going as planned and Pine was now on top of Dirk nice and close about to end this fight. Before his elbow could come down on his victims face Pine's elbow was struck. It seemed Dirk was not done fighting yet, he still wanted to play the game. That was not smart, as a matter of fact he was really starting to irritate Pine. He reminded Pine of himself as he was learning the ropes at Varron. Except Pine had some idea when to quit. He learned really quickly when Kazuki almost ripped his nose off.

When his elbow was hit it acted like a guard against the arm. The impact pushed his arm lightly against is head. Pine pushed it back to the left and with the flick of his wrist flipped the elbow over into a hammer fist and brought it down on Dirk's face. As his hand flipped over his throat was grabbed. The surprise would lessen the power of his blow but not the blow itself. Pine was used to being hit or grabbed during an attack and experience told him that majority of the time it was better to just finish the attacks execution.

After the blow landed Pine would raise his hand and land another and another. He tightened his neck muscles and pushed down hard on Dirk's throat. His position gave him leverage and allowed him to put more force down on Dirk's throat than Dirk could squeeze. He was going to make this as painful as possible for Dirk so that he better understand who he was fighting with. Better understand that grabbing Pine's throat held very serious consequences for everyone but one.

[Dirk]

Dirk would try to intercept his opponents attacks with his own free arm. His hand still gripping tight as possible on Pine's throat undoubtedly cutting off some oxygen and causing discomfort to the man, but the situation was against him. He could feel himself becoming light headed. His sense were starting to fail another moment and his grip would loosen and Dirk would twitch slightly as he became unconscious.

He would harbor very few poor feelings for the loss. Such things were part of his way and it was in his words that he would find some comfort after the fight. They were all men, made to fall and he had. It was his greatest comfort however that he was able to cause both conflict and pain in his little episode.

That victory would keep him going for some time to come, though through who's will was yet to be determined.