Post by jayded on Mar 25, 2009 8:02:20 GMT 1
Jacobe smelt like fire, the unique combination of wood, metal plastic and burning human flesh had clung to his current clothes like a bad reminder of the day. Everything had fallen apart, no one knew what happened or why, was it a gas leak? No. But not many other people knew that. One of the benefits of having a father in the police department, inside information, that and the fact his father had been called to the scene in full riot gear, the police department not taking any chances with some of the students who had less then desirable reputations.
"A bombing? Again?" Jacobe mused to himself "First day again, maybe its me?" He laughed out loud at this statement. It couldn't have been him, he hadn't even been in a fight with someone who could hold their own against his speed. Just as that thought echoed across his mind, a voice cut in from behind him.
"Hey you gotta light?" The voice was a gruff males, but from the sound of the breathing behind him there was two more, left and right, in a straight line. They're breathing was heavy, and one of them was shuffling his feet nervously, classic predatory symbols, they were going to attack him soon.
"Nah mate, lost it in the fire back there" Jacobe took half a step forward and twisted his right foot slightly as he put it down, setting his body up for a quick turn so he wouldn't have his back to his opponents, almost like an extended cat stance, as he sunk his weight slightly on his back knee, an action to a trained fighter is like watching the cocking of a gun, loading up an explosive strike from the turn.
"WELL WE'LL TAKE YOUR WALLET FOR THAT!" Said the obvious leader in this farce of an mugging. As the leader reached out, his fingers just barely creasing the shoulder of Jacobes shirt, several things happened on his intended victims end.
Jacobe swung his left arm over his shoulder and wrapped it around his attackers out stretched arm, locking his forearm over his opponents elbow joint, while spinning, and cocking his leg for a knee to the ribcage which he delivered with rising force from his cocked leg. Continuing the spinning motion, he kept his arm locked on the first attacker and moved him around directly to his left, succesfully blocking off one of his attackers, and leaving one open on his side. In his slightly elevated state (on the balls of his toes), Jacobe was forced to add an extra pivot to the side as he shot out the leg that just kneed the man into a side kick to the bridge of the nose on the man on his right, connecting cleanly, and breaking the bridge of his nose in a sickening thud. Spinning again while still holding the arm of his first attacker, he executed an inside crescent kick, slapping the side of his third attackers face with the inner side of his foot. Spinning him around, causing him to face the other way. Finally letting go of the first attackers arm, he switched kumai (fighting stance) with a short switch and drove his left knee up in to that mans face, rendering him unconscious and falling to the floor. All this in the space of 8 seconds.
Settling back down in to a comfortable stance, Jacobe looked over his shoulder, and saw the third assailant running down the street. Breathing a little heavily from the sudden physical activity and adrenaline pumping through his veins, he reached for a smoke in his pocket, putting it in his mouth and patting down his pockets, before laughing out loud, drawing more looks around the street then the fight did.
"Anyone got a light? I lost mine!" he yelled out to the street.
What happens now? The thought echoed through his mind again.
"A bombing? Again?" Jacobe mused to himself "First day again, maybe its me?" He laughed out loud at this statement. It couldn't have been him, he hadn't even been in a fight with someone who could hold their own against his speed. Just as that thought echoed across his mind, a voice cut in from behind him.
"Hey you gotta light?" The voice was a gruff males, but from the sound of the breathing behind him there was two more, left and right, in a straight line. They're breathing was heavy, and one of them was shuffling his feet nervously, classic predatory symbols, they were going to attack him soon.
"Nah mate, lost it in the fire back there" Jacobe took half a step forward and twisted his right foot slightly as he put it down, setting his body up for a quick turn so he wouldn't have his back to his opponents, almost like an extended cat stance, as he sunk his weight slightly on his back knee, an action to a trained fighter is like watching the cocking of a gun, loading up an explosive strike from the turn.
"WELL WE'LL TAKE YOUR WALLET FOR THAT!" Said the obvious leader in this farce of an mugging. As the leader reached out, his fingers just barely creasing the shoulder of Jacobes shirt, several things happened on his intended victims end.
Jacobe swung his left arm over his shoulder and wrapped it around his attackers out stretched arm, locking his forearm over his opponents elbow joint, while spinning, and cocking his leg for a knee to the ribcage which he delivered with rising force from his cocked leg. Continuing the spinning motion, he kept his arm locked on the first attacker and moved him around directly to his left, succesfully blocking off one of his attackers, and leaving one open on his side. In his slightly elevated state (on the balls of his toes), Jacobe was forced to add an extra pivot to the side as he shot out the leg that just kneed the man into a side kick to the bridge of the nose on the man on his right, connecting cleanly, and breaking the bridge of his nose in a sickening thud. Spinning again while still holding the arm of his first attacker, he executed an inside crescent kick, slapping the side of his third attackers face with the inner side of his foot. Spinning him around, causing him to face the other way. Finally letting go of the first attackers arm, he switched kumai (fighting stance) with a short switch and drove his left knee up in to that mans face, rendering him unconscious and falling to the floor. All this in the space of 8 seconds.
Settling back down in to a comfortable stance, Jacobe looked over his shoulder, and saw the third assailant running down the street. Breathing a little heavily from the sudden physical activity and adrenaline pumping through his veins, he reached for a smoke in his pocket, putting it in his mouth and patting down his pockets, before laughing out loud, drawing more looks around the street then the fight did.
"Anyone got a light? I lost mine!" he yelled out to the street.
What happens now? The thought echoed through his mind again.