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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 9, 2009 1:38:37 GMT 1
It was a brand new day, Mathew Amtrum stood in the courtyard of the school looking it at, a small impressed grin on his face. The school was by far the nicest one he had been to yet. Well the nicest for now, he would change that soon enough. Flicking his hair to the right his Emerald eyes sparkled with a glint of amusement, he always did love this part of the game.
Most people saw a new school as a new chance. A chance to reinvent themselves, Mathew did not. He saw it as a chance to make himself known again, but not as someone better and different. He liked how he was known, the fear, the respect, the power. Most people had different opinions on the best method to be known in a new school, Mathew had his own plan. One that had never failed him before, it was the same basis as jail. Find the biggest and strongest guy you can and take him down. Thankfully the school system made that easy, just find the Pillars.
The best part of the plan was that there was no way he could lose. If he won and take the title then he just walked in from the streets and became a Pillar, that would earn respect and fear. If he tied with the kid that meant he walked in off the street and matched one of the strongest fighters in the school, that too would earn respect and fear. Even if he lost, as long as he lost with style, others would see what he was capable, and while not as efficient would also get his name out. There was no way Mathew could lose, especially since he didn't plan to lose the fight.
Slowly the young Dragon walked in to the school grounds, his eyes sweeping over the people he passed choosing his victim. Someone he knew he could beat, but would be able to be intimidated to follow orders. But he couldn't be to intimidating otherwise the kid would just make a break for it.
He wasn't sure if anyone would pay attention to him, beyond a glance or two. At least not yet, he was attractive yes, the scar on his face giving him an exotic look if you were in to that type. Though the dull Green duster coat would probably grab the most notice. If for no other reason that people didn't normally wear dull Green coats. Let alone in California.
He saw his target, a small mousy kid with dirty blond hair and glasses. He was walking by with several books in hand. He brushed past Mathew without a second glance. Reaching out Mathew grabbed the kid's hair, his hand yanking upwards as he twisted his wrist making sure the kid felt it. He pulled the kid back to him and slammed him in to a locker leaning in closely so the kid could smell his breath.
"Hi, my name is Mathew Amtrum and I was wondering if you could do me a favor. See I am in a bit of a pickle, I am looking for one of your Pillars. I have some important news for him. The problem is that if you don't go find one and have him hear in ten minutes I will hunt you down, follow you home, and I will destroy you and your family." He said with a friendly grin. His tone perfectly cheerful, he could have been a bubbly boy talking about how awesome The Watchmen was. That was if he wasn't giving thinly veiled death threats to a boy and his family.
Mathew's knee shot up in to the kid's stomach for good measure, just to let him know he was serious before he let go of the kid's hair. The kid scrambled out of Mathew's way dropping the books on the ground without a second thought. He was confident that the kid would bring a pillar back. In the meantime Mathew would just lean against a locker, his hands in his pockets, letting both of his hands play with the rolls of pennies he carried. One in each pocket. He didn't think it would be needed, but one could never be TOO careful.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Mar 9, 2009 1:54:30 GMT 1
"Better ways."
The voice would emanate from behind Mathew, a calm, nearly monotone voice that did not seem like it would carry very far at all. Whether Mathew understood what he meant or not, it didn't matter. All the words were spoken for were to get the man to turn around.
The door across the hall was open, and standing in the frame was the lanky Pillar, Aryck Venn. His glasses flashed under the light as he stepped into the hall, his cold green eyes looking over the lenses in the direction of this newcomer. Aryck had a mind for faces and names, especially of those who emanated power. This one felt foreign to him, making him either a Paragon student crossing the line to Hircine, or some new student with a bad attitude.
"I'm a pillar." Aryck would spoke again, his voice clear and his words as concise as ever. His middle finger on his right hand would shoot up and press against the nosepiece of his glasses, pressing them further up onto his nose so he could get a clearer look at the man before him. He was shorter, yet stockier, than Aryck, which, of course, didn't say or mean much; most of the student body was shorter and stockier than the Pillar. There was something of menace behind this man's eyes; however, a certain experience that Aryck knew well to be wary of.
He studied the affronting student for a long while, making no outward sound or facial twitch to express any feelings or emotions he had on the subject. Finally, after what felt like at least half a minute of silence, Aryck would speak again.
"You desire a challenge."
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 9, 2009 2:08:34 GMT 1
Did Mathew car what the kid thought of him? Not one bit, did it matter if the kid was the one to find him? Again, it didn't matter in the slightest. All that Mathew cared about was that before him stood one of the Pillars. His eyes studied the man in front of him. The first thing he noticed was obviously the hieght and weight ratio. He was a couple of inches taller then Mathew, but Mathew had more weight to him from the looks of it. He seemed fit, that was good. He wouldn't be some out of shape slob that would drop dead mid fight.
To go with his height his limbs were a bit longer. That meant more reach, but also meant that if he could get under the guard then it would be harder for him to adjust.
He also noted the way that he pushed up his glasses, using the middle finger to flip Mathew off. That made him grin, he liked a pillar with a bit of an attitude. He was so tired of the pure hearted good guys that seemed to gravitate towards the title. It was also odd to have a Pillar that didn't love the sound of his own voice, but then again, Mathew was going on past experience.
Well he is cocky enough, most likely built for speed. I don't think he can take a hit that well with that build. Though he might be able to pack a punch. Still, best to assume he is fast and strong. But I am willing to bet I am tougher.
He thought to himself, keeping his face schooled on that same grin. A grin that said he saw a joke that no one else seemed to see. A grin that said that right behind the pillar was a clown making funny faces. It was his own "neutral" expression.
"Not at all, I simply wanted to make a formal introduction. Where I am from it is good to check in with the Pillars." He said as he took a step forward reaching his hand outwards. He was waiting for the Pillar to take his hand and shake it, after all they were meeting for the first time.
Without knowing his skills I am guessing 75% chance of victory here. Subject to change. He mentally noted as he closed the gap.
"I'm Mathew Amtrum, I assume you also have a name." He said in a smart ass tone.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Mar 9, 2009 2:39:26 GMT 1
"Aryck Venn," Aryck would reply, giving him just what he asked for, and nothing more. The constant standing began to bore the Pillar, upon which time he would lean against the side of the nearby row of lockers. As Mathew would get a physical opinion of the Pillar, so too would the Pillar examine the newcomer.
Clad as he was in that jacket, there wasn't much Aryck could see. He seemed stocky, but average enough in his height, weight, and projected build that his abilities could go any which way. One thing he definitely looked like he lacked, however, was finesse. Something about the way the boy dressed, or carried himself, or even spoke, belied that about him. When compared to the Pillar, he was lacking in that one thing, if only that.
"Questions alone does not warrant an assault on a student." Aryck spoke again regarding Mathew's given reason for wanting to find a pillar, likely bringing about the question of just how much of the interchange between Mathew and the nerdy blonde kid Aryck actually witnessed.
"What brings you here?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 9, 2009 2:50:57 GMT 1
Mathew's expression didn't change when the Pillar ignored his handshake, but inwardly he was pissed. He was not a man that was used to being disrespected, and that had been a slap in the face. Well that cut his mood for small talk down that was for sure. He sure as hell wasn't going stand for that shit.
He turned to face the pillar as he leaned against the locker Mathew once again closed the distance, arms at his side. The same grin plastered on his face, not showing even a flicker of insult. After all he was a Pillar, and Mathew was a nobody right? Why would he be insulted.
When he judged he was within striking distance Mathew lunged his body forward, his right fist cocking backwards before shooting out aiming to hit the kid in the midsection. Mathew wasn't the fastest person in the world, but he was hoping the Pillar would be taken off guard by his sudden attack. Most kids would have answered the question, Mathew was going to let his actions speak for him.
First thing was first though, he was going to see just what this Pillar could do. That way he could adjust his fighting style to compensate, but he was sure that the kid was going to dodge this. Dodge and counter, that is what most skinny tall people did. He didn't expect this kid to be any different.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Mar 9, 2009 2:59:22 GMT 1
As Mathew walked forward, Aryck's eyes narrowed somewhat as he monitored the actions of the boy. His own body loosened considerably, unsure of the boy's actions but assuming the worst, as usual. As the one who would become known throughout Hircine as The Earth Dragon struck, Aryck shrugged his shoulder into the locker, pushing himself to his right and out of the way of the punch. His feet would propel into motion, continuing the sidestep to put himself off to the side of Mathew. Of course, the shorter boy wouldn't simply stand still, and thus Aryck would backpedal two steps, putting more distance between the two and making the entire hallway their area of battle, not just the much shorter width of it.
"I was correct," Aryck would say. And that, for now, was all he would say. He would patiently await for Mathew to try something new.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 9, 2009 3:13:08 GMT 1
Mathew saw the man dodge away from his blow, but he didn't exactly have time to react and change his attack. So his fist collided with the metal of the locker door, the impact causing a rather large dent in the locker. Large enough that Mathew had been able to feel the books inside the locker. Pulling his fist back he turned to face the Pillar, a grin still on his face. But instead of cocky it was now excited. He already could tell that this was going to be fun.
"You were incorrect." He said, his eyes catching the light, a dangerous glint in them. He wasn't after the title. At least not for the title. It was meaningless. He wanted renown, that was far more important then a title. He wanted to inspire awe and fear in to the masses. He wanted power.
Mathew shoved his hands in to his pocket. His left hand grasping the roll of pennies that lay within, his right hand staying empty. It was time to see how the kid handled surprises.
Once again Mathew made his way to the Pillar, his movements slow and deliberate. Bringing his hands out both of which were clenched in to fists. As he neared the Pillar he would rush forward again, using some of the speed he had to try and catch the pillar off guard with the sudden, though now expected burst of speed. Mathew's right hand came up like it was going to strike, making an obvious move back. With the knowledge that most people are right handed he was counting on the Pillar thinking what most people would, that the right hand was where the attack was coming from.
But it wasn't, if the kid went to prepare for a right handed attack Mathew's left hand would shoot outwards hooking, aiming to strike the kid in the side. The roll of pennies clasped in his hand acting as a makeshift brass knuckles.
If the kid didn't move to deal with a right handed strike then Mathew would continue to rush in to the kid, lifting his knee up a bit higher as they collided to use the momentum to add to the impact of the knee, which he would attempt to send in to the kid's midsection.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Mar 9, 2009 3:26:51 GMT 1
Amtrum corrected Aryck, or at least, in the boy's mind he did. As far as Aryck was concerned, either Mathew didn't understand what he meant when he said 'challenge', or he did and Aryck was wrong. It was inconsequintial in the end, after all. What else mattered other than the simple fact that, right now, the two were fighting?
Aryck stood loosely, offering up no stance as he was often wont to do. Amtrum came forth, slowly at first, but quickly shot forward. Aryck made a mental note of this, as it was the second time in so many offensives that he had attempted this type of maneuver. Mathew brought up a right hand, to which Aryck's eyes flitted to for a quick moment before returning back to looking straight at the boy and watching his limbs with his peripheral vision. When the right hand was revealed to be a feint, by, of all things, the left hand attacking instead, Aryck literally leapt into action, jumping to his right and slightly forward, bending himself at the midsection to avoid the incoming punch. It was a low, calculated sidestep of a leap, and as he performed it, his right hand, open palm, would come into contact with Mathew's forearm, pushing it along its intended path and using its own momentum to keep it going in that direction, as opposed to doubling back into a backhand or an elbow strike. As his right foot would land, Aryck would gracefully spin counter-clockwise, his right hand extending as he spun to maintain contact with Amtrum, using touch instead of sight to ascertain his position, and his left arm, as he came back around, would cock into an elbow, swinging back around to attempt to strike Mathew in the back of the head.
In essence, Aryck would treat Mathew like a dancer would treat a raging bull - he would gracefully skirt around behind him, allowing his opponent's momentum to carry him back and leave him open for the attack. Even if the attack did not connect, Aryck would take two steps forward to further distance himself from the newcomer. The pillar had enough stamina; he could do this all day.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 9, 2009 4:34:10 GMT 1
Once again Mathew let him sidestep him, feeling the elbow connect to the back of the head. He stumbled forward a few steps turning to face the pillar again. A dull, easily ignored pain for Mathew on the back of his head. He was taking note of the kid and how he reacted, so far Mathew had pegged him right. A counter fighter, not likely to strike on his own. That was a shame, but it spoke volumes about the person. At least in Mathew's mind.
Reactive, not a big talker it seemed. Quick thinker from what he could tell. Probably a bit apart from the world. Unusual for a Pillar if his estimate was correct. If it was then he already knew where the kid fit in, unimportant. With the exception of the title that is, though that wouldn't be an issue for long.
"Sweety it is gonna take more then a move like that to bring me down. " He said rolling his eyes. The pain was already fading. He wasn't worried about the outcome of this fight. A reactive fighter that was as passive as this had no chance at winning.
"Let me guess you don't want to fight me, that's fine I can understand that. But I am warning you, I am not a very nice person. This is your chance to stop me. Otherwise I will be taking out my aggression on the other students of this school." He said casually, he wasn't threatening the kid. Well he was but not in an angry way. He was just informing him of what was going to happen if he didn't step up the game. Shrugging his shoulders he continued.
"Maybe you don't care, but if that is the case then I feel sorry for these kids having such bad protection." He said grinning. He wasn't sure if the kid was going to attack him this time, he doubted it, but it was worth seeing where he could push the kid. What kind of buttons he had. He might not have hit any of them, but everyone had them. He was sure he would find some of these kids buttons.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Mar 9, 2009 20:25:34 GMT 1
Mathew made his threat towards the Pillar, which actually managed to bring a smirk to the leaner boy's face. A smirk, coming from Aryck, however, was little more than a slight twitch of the lips upward at each corner. If Mathew thought that Aryck had been appointed a pillar because of some innate desire to protect the students at the school, then he was dead wrong. Aryck's real reasons for pillarship were much more simple - Kyukaku, whether he wanted to admit it or not, needed someone like Aryck to help achieve peace. Kyu and the others, they were the Pillars of Peace, putting everything they could into keeping the student body safe from harm.
Aryck, on the other hand, was a Pillar of War. His task was simple - eliminate the enemies of the establishment, even if it involved going places most pillars dared to tread.
Aryck began his forward movement towards Mathew. Was he angry or riled up? Of course not, it was an incredibly difficult effort to actually get Aryck to feel any sort of emotion on most subjects, much less show it. Aryck analyzed his options as he went. The elbow was fairly useless against him, thus his pain tolerance or bone structure, or both, were likely fairly high. He left himself open, in no stance, which made picking weak points difficult. He was a smart fighter, it would seem, but Aryck would have been willing to bet that he was smarter.
Once he was within range, Aryck would step wide to his right, lowering his body to adopt such a wide stance, and his right hand, open palm, would stab forward, his fingers aiming to snake under Mathew's jacket and hit him in a stabbing motion at the connecting point between Mathew's left leg and his pelvis. The bones were scarce in that area, and a direct hit would cause Aryck's fingers to directly impact the nerve, causing pain no amount of structural fortitude could prevent.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 9, 2009 21:18:34 GMT 1
Hmmm guess I was wrong, this pillar is willing to bite back.
Mathew watched his movements amused at the hint of a smile that seemed to have appeared on the Pillars lips. He thought he might actually learn to like this guy. Well maybe, who knew how the fight would turn out. Once again Mathew noted that he was faster then Mathew, only Mathew wasn't a stranger to fighting the quick. The key was predicting movements, and since most people seemed to be built for speed rather then toughness he had a lot of practice.
When the kid moved to his right, crouching down to give him easier acess to his target Mathew also moved but to his left meaning he would be on the outside of the striking arm. As he pivoted his body his right hand would grab for the Pillars arm yanking it forward to straighten it out as his left hand went to smash in to the elbow.
It was one of Mathew's favorite moves. He tended to use it when people jabbed at him. So it was a bit different having to reach down to grab the arm, but with the kid's height there was more arm to grab, in a way making it easier.
If the blow landed and the kid's arm broke Mathew would not let go of the arm, instead he would twist it trying to send a wave of pain through his body. Hoping to subdue the boy quickly if possible. Though he realized that if he was a pillar, it likely wouldn't be so easy.
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Post by Aryck Venn on Mar 9, 2009 21:38:31 GMT 1
When his arm would grabbed, Aryck would move in a manner that could be attributed as being akin to an explosion. His right hand would twist, grabbing Mathew by the wrist as he did the same to him. When Aryck's arm was pulled forward, Aryck would shift himself back to the left just enough to get under both his feet again and would ride the pull as he jumped forward, directly into Mathew. As he moved forward, his right arm would fold, causing the punch to go into the crook of his elbow. Upon which Aryck would tighten his arm together, holding Mathew's wrist in between his right forearm and upper arm, essentially tying up both of Mathew's arms with only one of his own.
As for the rest of Aryck, well, he was still exploding forward into Mathew. His left hand would come up, utilizing that very same straight-handed snake formation, and, true to the style, Aryck would let out a quick "Tsss!", used entirely as a means of pushing himself to striking quickly as opposed to trying to sound like a snake himself, and would strike his fingers directly into Mathew's Adam's apple. Once again, Aryck was attacking the weak points of the human body, places that caused real damage regardless of one's constitution or pain tolerance.
Still in mid-air, Aryck would put his legs into Mathew's knees and push off, using the boy as a springboard backwards, hoping that the sudden shot to his throat would leave him gasping for air and unable to hold onto Aryck's right wrist. If and only if all went according to plan, Aryck would push himself back a foot or two, not much at all, and would follow up by lunging forward again, first his left leg lifting and snapping down while his right leg thrusts forward in a push kick directed at the boy's solar plexus. Aryck would attack while the boy attempted to get his wind back.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 10, 2009 20:39:00 GMT 1
As soon as Mathew felt the Pillar twist his arm to grab his own wrist his plan to attack the elbow would abort. He wasn't stupid, and he knew that it would be a setup. Mathew's body would spin, his grip tightening on the Pillars wrist as he spun the underweight Pillar. His head lowering so that his chin touched his chest, the hand that had been going to strike at the elbow would now instead try to catch the kid's other hand as it moved for Mathew's neck. Thus hopefully strengthening his hold on the Pillar.
This move was also fairly simple. He planned to use his weight and strength to use the kid's willingness to leave the ground to his advantage. As they spun the Pillar who was no longer standing would have his body rise up. Like when you spun a child, so it would be like he was flying. Then his body would slam in to the lockers that were off to the side. Mostly the damage would be on the side of the legs. But if it worked he was sure the Pillar would learn that it was best to keep your feet on the ground.
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