Contracted attack. (Tiao,Keith)

[Dirk]

The preparation was almost complete. It had taken weeks and it was hard to get a hold of the sulfur he needed, but everything was falling into place. The hardest part was keeping Vince's side of Genaht away from him while everything was set.

The single hall was lined with a brown putty with fuses sticking out, as well as a number of paired glasses. One filled with water and the other with a small amount of a clear oily liquid. Just about everything was set. As everything was set, Dirk could only admire his handy work. Though his attention was soon drawn to the olive canvas bag on his chest.

His hands fiddled with the button for a moment before taking the lovely Gas Mask from it's bag and sliding it over his head. He enjoyed it for the styling. An unintentional side effect of it's functional design. Dirk would break the seal of the fresh coal filter and twist it onto the end of the hose.

Lighter in hand Dirk would begin setting off the simple potassium nitrate and sugar smoke bombs. It was a simple gray smoke, not particularly offensive or effective, but it would be the sheer volume of the material that would begin filling the hall way.

Another moment and Dirk was taking the glasses and pouring the oily liquid into the water. Causing it to start boiling and steaming violently. It was for this gas that he wore the mask. Dirk had just poured Sulfuric Acid into the water. The acid was made by him, painstakingly over weeks after getting his hands on some simple sulfur from his previous Chemical cabinet heist. There wasn't alot of it from the frequent mistakes he made, but it would smell worse than rotten eggs and burn the eyes and lungs making it harder to breathe and see.

Things were just falling into place when the burned boy's phone rang, the message indicating that the poor fool he had conned into getting Tiao to come this way had just completed pissing the former Pillar off and was leading him right to this particular hall.

Dirk didn't tell the student that he should probably wear a gas mask or simply hold his breath as he entered the smoke, but then again Dirk didn't know the kid and quite simply wouldn't give a damn.

The smoke was up to Dirks neck as he saw his decoy turn the corner, yelling obscenities and throwing things back at Tiao. The stench would start to become horrendous as they closed, but smelling not a whole lot worse than stink bombs despite the extra potency.

Things were falling into place quickly, and Dirk was ready to lay Tiao on his back as soon as the former Pillar entered the smoke screen.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

(OOC: Oh, how I get the wrong vibe from this thread.)

Lunchtime. Despite the chaotic nature of this school, it was still a rather predictable time period. Everyone liked to eat. For this very reason, it was fairly assumed that the majority of the students were present at the time. A much more fair presumption than the amount of students in their classes, or rather, what was passed for classes in this place.

Tiao Lei Shen, former Pillar of Hircine High and current black sheep of Paragon Institute, sat alone at the lunch table as he worked on Stastics from the book. Paragon of course didn't teach Statistics, but then again, they didn't teach anything from the books Tiao kept in the backpack at his side. While most knew of the physical prowess of the chinese student, his brains were almost always unaccounted for--an unintentional side effect when working with Darren Blayne. His genius tended to overshadow all others.

Throughout his time here, Tiao had learned to tune out a good deal of the noise around him. Unfortunately, today that resulted in a student walking right behind him unnoticed. The boy grabbed Tiao's backpack and started running, the sudden motion gaining Tiao's attention as he instinctively shot up and began chasing. If his temper didn't instantly flare, Tiao might have berrated himself for not paying close enough attention in a place like this.

Unbeknowest, his momentary unawareness would likely come with much greater consequence within the next half an hour.

Letting his even shorter than usual temper motivate him, Tiao thought little about the situation. Rather, he ran straight through the books being thrown at him from his own backpack. Tiao grunted as he knocked the objects away, growling at the boy as all thoughts of retrieval of his backpack were replaced with those of a severe beating of the thief. It wasn't until Tiao lunged forward, grabbing the boy's head and shoving it to the floor viciously that he noticed the smoky haze in the hallway.

Tiao squinted, thoughts of a fire in the hallway running through his mind. He could see, though only a few feet in front of him. The air seemed a bit thick too, complimenting the theory of a fire. Tiao covered his mouth and nose with his jacket sleeve, intent on not breathing in anymore than he had to. Now, the only question was which way was out?

[Dirk]

Dirk would grin, he could just barely make out his pawn getting trounced into the floor and he knew the boy was done. More so as his unconscious body would lay for an extended period of time inhaling the harsh acid. There was a delightful moment where Dirk thought the boy might even have an experience like him. Waking suddenly and finding himself in a life or death situation.

Though in this case the pawn with the smashed in face would probably die rather than live. Such were acceptable losses.

Dirk would peer through the smoke, watching the silhouette of Tiao as he fumbled and tried to find his way. Undoubtedly the Sulfuric acid and smoke would be troubling his eyes, even so Tiao was actually finding his way out of the gas attack. Something that would have to remedied.

Dirk would step towards Tiao, and then call out. It would be to Tiao, but rather over his shoulder, to no one but his imaginary "rescue partner."

"Hey! We got one over here!"

THe voice was muffled by the mask, and he would step abit closer. Waving to Tiao through the haze and beckoning him to follow.

"Hey you! Follow me! I got to get you out of here!"

What would Tiao do? Surely in his mind it was some kind of disaster occurring, it would be the logical thing to do to follow the man in the mask that was certainly trying to help.

Even if Dirk was only going to lead him to the origin of the airborne acid and smoke.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

Tiao heard the voice before he saw the figure. The first noticeable thing on him was of course, the gas mask. Perhaps if Tiao had the tendency to think things through, he would notice the style of the gas mask. However, sight wasn't overly clear to begin with, and he istantly associated it with a fireman, not having really seen one since their visits to his classes back in Elementary school.

Though still somewhat confused with the situation, Tiao figured that following the fireman was the most logical thing, as he imagined the air wasn't the best quality for his lungs. He nodded briefly and took a step forward to follow him. As he did so his left foot would nudge the body below him, the boy Tiao had briefly forgot about once entering the situation.

"Wait." Tiao's voice carried, his arm briefly moving away from his mouth as he spoke.

"Someone's unconcious here, you're going to have to carry him."

Tiao spoke as delibertly and as little as he could to get his point accross, not wanting to leave his mouth open in the smoke any more than necessary. Though Tiao held little compassion in him, he wasn't a murderer despite his many threats. Brutal as he may be, he only did was he believed was deserved. While this boy deserved a beating, he didn't deserve to be left to die in the smoke and fire for taking a backpack.

At the same time, Tiao didn't care enough about the boy to do the fireman's job for him.

[Dirk]

Here I was hoping that he'd forget about that bastard.

Dirk would frown slightly behind the mask with that thought, but another would soon replace it and a mischievous grin would appear. If the mask wasn't there it would be inevitable that Tiao would be worried by such a look.

"Alright take a few steps away from him then, start walking to where I came from slowly. Stay low."

The muffled commands would be in a somewhat reassuring tone and the burned boy would make his way towards the fallen boy. Rolling him over and picking him up in a fireman's carry. He would begin following Tiao at that point if he followed the commands.

"Keep going, you're doing good. STOP! Don't move!"

Dirk would announce as they neared what he thought was the middle of his gas chamber. He was more than fifteen feet off but for his purposes it would work.

"Just stay there, don't move."

Again hopefully Tiao would yield to the confidence of the act and the authority of the "fireman." If so Dirk would move up at a normal pace, turn and adjust himself, then topple the unconscious boy right on top of Tiao aiming to pin him down. Afterwards quickly launching kicks into Tiao.

He wanted to get him breathing now, He wanted to get him to try to defend himself. Dirk was going to piss Tiao off further, and get him to take large gulps of the acidic air.

In the back of his mind Dirk was howling with laughter, things were going rather well and hopefully would continue that way.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

What difference does it make how close I am?

Tiao snapped to himself, finding the commands being told him ridiculous. The words were never vocalized, Tiao finding now not the appropriate time to argue. Not exactly because of the apparent danger of a fire, but more that he didn't want to breath in anymore unfiltered smoke than he had to.

Regardless, Tiao Lei Shen would listen to the orders given, moving in what direction he believed Dirk had come from. It wasn't exactly the right direction, though. Not being able to see much than a few feet in front of him meant that he had only seen Dirk's final approach and not his starting position. Instead of moving directly to the center, Tiao would move off to a diagnol, reaching a set of lockers. After a handful of steps Tiao would briefly turn over his shoulder, making sure the fireman was still around. Walking much faster than Dirk, who had twice the weight to carry, Tiao would be a few yards ahead of him. The fireman barked for him to halt, causing Tiao to turn and face. Still covering his mouth and nose with his left, as the air was noticeablly thicker here, Tiao placed his right against the lockers as a brace.

...Wait. If there's a fire anywhere in the area, why aren't the lockers hot?

Tiao didn't think many things through, but a lack of trust was never something new. If the air was thicker, it should mean the fire would be closer. It could have been possible that the fire was far enough away and the smoke had spread, but it seemed to concentrated. Tiao didn't have all the time in the world to sort through his thoughts as Dirk spoke again, finally closing the gap. Tiao kept his gaze on the "fireman" the whole time, yet it wasn't til the boy was being pushed off that Tiao would see the ambush coming.

Since Dirk had done the toss as non-chalantly as it could, it meant it would lack the momentum of a more obvious throw. Bracing himself against the lockers, Tiao was able to bend his right arm and collapse into it. The body would hit Tiao's left shoulder and upper back and crash back into the floor as it bounced off the former pillar. Tiao hadn't known what had just happened in the instant, but that confusion would only go to anger the chinese student more.

Dirk had wanted to anger Tiao, but that was a rage not easily controlled. Instantly pushing off his recently collapsed right arm, Tiao would step out with his left foot, gaining new footing as he took a hand full of kicks to his upperleg and hip area. Tiao's left hand would move from his mouth as snarled, exhaling as his left hand would twist outwards, clawing and moving to grip the hose at Dirk's mask. Tiao would squeeze and pull, likely disconnecting the hose as he pulled Dirk closer, moving him directly into the path of the right palm aiming for the left side of his head.

[Dirk]

Dirk would dance back quickly, his sight and foreknowledge that he was about to piss the pillar off giving him the split second to avoid the first of the kicks. Two of the latter ones clipping him across the hip. There would be a soft grunt from the blow but little else to hinder or show pain.

Dirk would move as swiftly as he could, using his free hands to swat at the grasping strikes. Deflecting them away and keeping Tiao at a certain distance. It was a game of time for both. Tiao needed to leave the area quickly, Dirk needed him to stay for as long as possible.

"You hurting yet? C'mon now, you can't be out of breath yet!"

The taunting would hopefully be enough to get Tiao going again. The burned boy would move in quickly letting his opponent grip the hose to the mask, a swift head butt thrown in by Dirk as Tiao pulled. A sudden shock would hopefully be the response and perhaps enough of a gap for Dirk to go on the offensive.

All the while, Tiao would notice his eyes, throat and most harshly his lungs begin to burn. A sharp pain to accompany the acrid tasting air.

[Tiao Lei Shen]

(OOC: Just to note, the kicks I mentioned were intended to be yours landing on me, sorry for the mix up.)

Tiao growled through clenched teeth, his left arm pulling even harder with his ever increasing agitation. Dirk found a way to use Tiao's pull against him, rapidly increasing the speed of an incoming head butt. Tiao wouldn't be able to avoid the strike, but with a reflexive tilt to the right with his head and the fact Tiao had been pulling it to his own left, the head butt would be a glancing blow and not a smash.

The former pillar would shake off the rattling blow as he continued to pull the hose down to his hip. With Dirk committing to the momentum, there would be no time for him to avoid the incoming right palm strike to the side of his head. In fact, since Dirk had leaned into Tiao, he would hit farther back than he intended, striking the ear rather than the initial target of his cheekbone. If it struck clean enough, Dirk would not only be dealing with a torn hose, but a ringing in his ear in addition to a thrown off equilibrium of his balance.

Dirk's momentum was coming forward already, and the strike to his ear would cause it to displace slightly to his right side. With the seconds continuing to grow ever more painful, Tiao would intend to slip right past Dirk as he fell, stumbled, or hesitated. As he'd do so, Tiao would sprint as fast as he could down the hallway, keeping his right hand against the lockers as a guide that would eventually return him to where he came.