Boredom, the silent killer. (Open)

[traytaine]

Sebastian walked along quietly, for once, his face a bit pale thanks to the fact he was feeling a queasy and had yet to run. The nagging void in the back of his mind was making his hands twitch as he raised his head, his tinted glasses deflecting a bit of sun as he looked at the boy running toward him. "... Knock it off!" A female voice came to him only vaguely, from somewhere behind the boy.

'They do deliveries now.' Sebastian sneered at the boy, waited until he was within three feet, and judged the right time to send a punch to his right. The boy's eyes flew open as he was successfully punched in the temple, and fell forward to his side. Rolling his shoulder Sebastian continued to walk forward as though nothing had happened seconds earlier, only a more peaceful expression. And his hands still twitching uneasily at his sides.

Wearing comfortable fitting cargo pants and a beige long sleeved shirt, which made his hair seem fairly fitting, but there was something off about him. Probably the fact his gray eyes were drawing a line over the land scape, trying to place the female voice. It had been a while since he had seen anyone in the courtyard, seeming as it was lunchtime and everything it was odd. Even the girl who had shouted dashed off somewhere.

Sebastian turned around and looked angrily down at the sprawled out boy with malice. It was his fault that the girl took off, he annoyed her. It was the boys fault he was left bored and standing in the middle of the grass with nothing to do. "Your not out cold, stand up. Come on!" He bent over, grabbing the boy by the collar and hauling him up roughly. The boy wasn't out cold, but definitely stunned. Once Sebastian let go of his collar his body had stumbled back. "There ya go." Sebastian smirked, cracking his knuckles at his sides.

[Martin Tome]

Martin was absolutely bored. He had nothing to do. That much was pretty obvious. He wasn't about to go to class, and he didn't feel like lazing around. He reached into the pocket of his dark jeans, and pulled out a lighter. He was tempted to smoke but he didn't feel like it suddenly. He put it away in his pocket when he saw someone run by, a girl. She knocked into his dark t-shirt and quickly ran off.

'Manners? No? Whatever.'

Martin thought for a moment. She looked scared, something had happened? Maybe someone killed someone? Maybe someone tried to kill her? Or beat her? Or steal from her? Martin's mouth watered from the ideas of so many things to look into. Suddenly he didn't feel so bored. He jogged a little until he spotted a boy on the ground. Interesting enough. Above him was another boy with brown hair. Martin brushed his own dirty-blonde hair out of his face and walked toward him, the boy was still messing with the boy who was on the ground.

'I might have just found something to do afterall...'

Martin approached the scene and looked at the shocked kid on the ground. Martin gave a small 'heh' of satisfaction and grinned at the other boy.

"Nice job here. Did he deserve it though?"

[traytaine]

Sebastian was just about ready to send the boy sprawling back to the ground when he heard a voice somewhere off to the right and behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a grinning boy, with ugly hair, grinning at him. Sebastian huffed and turned, waving the shocked boy off. The boy saw his chance and stumbled off as fast as he could manage.

"Hell if I know." With a light shrug Sebastian let his left leg take the lead, his body now side on with the new boy. The right leg came to prop firmly behind him, brushing over the grass smoothly, causing his feet to spread to a comfortable shoulders width apart. His footing would raise slightly so he was relaxed and bouncing ever so slightly on the balls of his feet for added movement.

Sebastian's hands entered their usual position. The left arm was brought forward and raised so his elbow was protecting his left side, and his fist was angled up toward his jaw, the right staying a foot lower to protect his stomach or throw a quick uppercut. "Come on then," Sebastian taunted a small wave with his left hand. "You didn't stop to talk, let's get to the part where I grind your face into the ground before I get bored.'

[traytaine]

Sebastian didn't seem phased when someone sudden stepped between himself and his opponent, or the fact he had those eyes that thought Sebastian was wrong. And then the new guy did something stupid. For fucks sake, why do they always talk?

Sebastian was already ready for movement all way way to the opponent behind the talker, the distance was short, and the target unprepared. Kicking off with his back foot he would move forward rapidly, and be within two feet while the guy busy getting to the part where Sebastian was thick headed.

His right foot stayed his back foot, the skip forward did not break his stance, so his left fist was the natural choice for attack. Using the forward momentum he sent a left jab at his targets face. His aim was to stun his opponent and open up an opportunity for a quick one two that would put the mouthy bastard on his ass.

[traytaine]

Sebastian's first blow landed, not as firmly as he had wanted, but it was enough. As was common place his left had snapped back into guard and shifting his weight forward, slightly lifting his left foot, and simultaneously pushing off with his back foot while keeping it on the ground.

Sebastian wasted no time in throwing his right cross, the punch accelerated as he turned his shoulder with it, twisted his hips and pivoted on his right foot so his heel swung outwards to give him a smooth transfer of weight directly into the targets face.

This this use of speed and solid weight transfer would not leave his target left standing. It was not a matter of brute force in this cause because he was using almost his full weight with the punch. And at one hundred and eighty something pounds with impressive speed it was nothing to shake a stick at.

[traytaine]

OOC: Aden decided to quit the thread and therefore I have modified my post to finish the thread off properly.

Sebastian frowned slightly, a second blow that did not land him the knock out he wanted. While retracting his right hand it was pushed away, and the boy was jumping to his left. Without hesitation he continued his relentless attack. Wanting his target on the ground he decided on a left hook to the temple.

The punch started with another weight transfer, this time aided by his opponent pushing away his right and then snapping it back to his guard position, to the left side. The left elbow raised up almost parallel to the grass so that the arm formed an odd hook shape. With his left palm facing downwards, at the same time, he pivoted on the ball of his left foot, left heel facing outwards, which accelerated his left leg and torso into turning sharply to the right.

The arm once more did not move independently, it was powered by the leg, hips. and back, in a twisting motion. Sebastian's hook would catch his opponent not only because of him moving into it, but because he temporarily was unable to see.

Sebastian smirked in a satisfied matter as his target took a full shot in the head, lost his footing, and collapsed to the ground after a strong shot to the temple. Shaking his left hand of the sting from the punch he stepped back, titled his head to survey his opponent, and nod.

Satisfied that the boy was out cold Sebastian turned his back and began to walk away. Now that he got that out of his system it was time to snatch up some breakfast. 'Hopefully they arn't done with lunch yet.'