Here to Stay (Trent)

[Kyukaku]

Yesterday had been the powderkeg.

Shuya thinks you're a nuisance, so you're sent away. What happens in Hircine for the time being will be up to Alkaiser and the others. Let's just hope they're up for the task.

For Kyukaku, however, his task will have taken him off course. All the way off the path to the another: Paragon Institute for Higher Learning. Learning what exactly? From the looks of the place, there was little learning going on here. From the second Kyu walked in the door, he had the place pegged as bad news. Unfortunately, at the same time everyone else had pegged him as the new whipping boy.

Unlike most of the other kids who could walk pretty freely between schools, Kyukaku now had a reputation that proceded him. Not one for high egos, Kyu still couldn't complain how much it had helped him stop trouble before it began back at Hircine. Problem was, he wasn't at Hircine anymore, and everyone knew who he was...the enemy.

Though the high tension was hard to miss, Kyu's mind was elsewhere. Right now, there was something he had to do. He found out about Trent long enough ago to have done something about it yet...he hadn't. Not until now. He kept telling himself it was because he was busy, preoccupied. But...was that the truth, or was Kyukaku simply scared?

No...more like terrified.

Understandably, Trent had been a plague throughout Kyu's entire life. Kyu kept his head low as he walked through the hallways, his hands shaking in his pockets as he walked towards the office. He paused as he looked up at the door, spotting the glass window at top that said "Principal Davis." Kyukaku took a deep breath as he hardened his eyes on the door, taking his hands out and pushing through the door.

"Can I help you?" The female attendent inside asked, startled by the fact someone here was actually reporting to the principal.

Ignoring her, Kyukaku would walk passed her, moving to the larger office in the back. Stepping through the doorway, Kyukaku wasted no time as he spoke to the man behind his desk, not hiding any emotion in his voice.

"Why am I here? No, better yet...Why the hell are you here!?"

[Trent Davis]

Dark green eyes slowly lifted from the documents on the desk to glare at the intruder, widening briefly upon recognition. Ever since he'd been given the transfer papers, Trent knew this situation would inevitably occur; the sidekick was too confrontational to avoid it.

Just as well, it should be more entertaining to go through with this in front of him.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that second question, dearest Kyukaku. But to the former... it seems your own principal was sick of you, and it was too good an opportunity to pass up."

Trent's quiet voice broke into a high giggle, taking a moment to lean back in his chair to regard the young man in his office. The hate was radiating off of him, it was positively delicious, enough that it caused the principal to subconciously lick his lips. His right hand rested on his stomach, a precautionary measure should Hicine's Captain feel pushed into a corner and need to strike out, lessening the time it would take to withdraw Death and Glory from their holsters inside his jacket. However, there was no reason to get his hands dirty.

Not yet.

"It's almost a shame, really. It seems your other principal would like you to return to Hircine, but as long as my express permission isn't given, that really isn't an option. I'd say it pays to have friends in high places, wouldn't you?"

It was the first time since taking this job that Trent was actually pleased with the outcome. For far too long, his work had demanded a certain degree of inactivity, forcing the students to fend for themselves, but now that his favourite victim had been delivered to his doorstep, he could feel the excitement growing.

In fact, this couldn't go any smoother.

"Now... what are we going to do with you? I hardly think you'll enjoy the types of classes we hold here at Paragon, and I'd hate for you to feel as if there's no place for you here. If only there was a way for you to feel as if every student here knew you..."

Trent's eyes lit up dangerously, staring directly at Kyukaku as he leaned forward, pressing the button on the P.A. speaker on his desk in order to spread his words across the school.

"Students of Paragon, this is your principal. As many of you may be aware of, Hircine's School Captain has decided to grace us with his presence. I would say this is a perfect time to show your school spirit. The first one to bring him to my office permanently crippled will earn himself ten thousand dollars... Happy hunting."

Trent leaned back once more, grinning wildly at the young man in his office. The school budget he'd been given still had at least fifty thousand left over, considering the lack of supplies within the school walls. The principal was pleased he'd decided to hold off on buying books and gym equipment, as now, it left things much more volatile.

[Kyukaku]

"Tch. I'd say any friends of yours are just as low as you."

Kyukaku snickered, once again displeased with his current situation. It was a constant theme in his life to be screwed over it seemed. To have his life once again placed in the direct control of Trent Rydell, well...that was worse than any hell that could exist. Shuya must have known exactly what he was doing, sending Kyukaku here. For that offense, Kyukaku would make sure Principal Katsumoto would fall just as hard as Principal Davis will.

Kyu's eyes narrowed in on Trent, glaring deeply as the Principal leaned forward and sent out a message through the P.A. system. It seemed like messages against Kyu over the P.A. was also a recurring theme. If there was any positives in this situation, it would be that Trent was the first one to blatantly state his motives rather than trying to be discreet. But...that being the only positive in this situation didn't exactly comfort the Hircine Captain much. Funny how it was hard to be optimistic if the other side of the coin was being crippled.

"You're a bastard." Kyukaku exhaled, sounding more tired and agitated than scared or angry. In reality, though, he was all four.

He thought about saying something cliche like "You can't get away with this" or "it won't work", but in reality, Kyukaku knew Trent could get away with it, and in a school like Paragon it would work.

"What's to keep me from walking right out those doors, and not coming back til this whole thing is situated from Alexander's end? How's your school going to get to me if I don't attend?"

[Trent Davis]

OOC: Shhh. This isn't late at all.

IC:

Seeing the distraught expression form on Kyukaku's face was all Trent needed to smile wider, enjoying the power he had over the younger man. The two were polar opposites, and it seemed that causing any form of suffering to one would please the other. The principal chuckled to himself at Kyukaku's question, knowing full well his answer would contribute to crushing the boy's hope of surviving his time at Paragon.

"Oh, you're more than welcome to stay off school grounds; it'd be rather hypocritical of me to not grant you the same freedoms other students enjoy here. However, you'll be waiting a long time for your transfer, as it won't be happening without my express permission."

There was no reason to lie at this point, as the truth was much more disturbing than any misinformation Trent could give. The fact was, the principals from both schools needed to approve transfer students, which had caused Katsumoto's deception in the first place. As long as Principal Davis decided to keep his rival attending Paragon, then Alexander's requests would be denied.

"In the meantime, however, I must admit I'm surprised at your attitude. What do you suppose will happen when those who are hunting for the bounty on your head come looking for you, and you haven't shown up at school? I doubt they'd simply give up on the chance at collecting that reward. The few who are unable to find where you live will no doubt look for others to substitute for you. Perhaps they'll take their frustration out on your friends... family... maybe even your dearest Audrey. I know I've been meaning to pay her another visit..."

The psychotic murderer allowed his jacket to slip open slightly, the handles of his twin daggers becoming barely visible. He could feel them calling to him, growing heavier as they screamed for the boy's blood. Trent refused to give in to the temptation, however, knowing that the coming weeks of torture for Hircine's School Captain would make up for the fairly quick death that Death and Glory would eventually bring.

After all, they would get their chance soon enough.

[Kyukaku]

Is that really true?

Word was that Principal Alexander ws doing everything she could to help get Kyukaku out of here. If what Trent was saying was true--that she would need his permission to finish the backwards transfer-- then it seemed this temporary stay at Paragon was going to become much more permanent. That is, assuming Kyukaku would live past today.

There was vividly a deja vu from back at Varron. Here, now, talking to Trent greatly reminded him of his stay at the Varron prison, and his talk with the Warden. It was a strange new environment, one where there was a very high probability that he would come out unscathed. In fact, if it wasn't for the old friend of Dain's watching Kyu's back from the inside, Kyu wouldn't have survived that shiv wound. Both then and now were a direct result of Trent screwing with his life. The only difference now between these violent establishments being then there was only one hit put on his head from the inside. Now, there were several hundred.

Kyukaku zoned through Trent as he spoke, focusing in on the words as they were driven out of his mouth. Kyu's eyes snapped into focus when Trent revealed the hilts of Death and Glory, his blood simultaneously running cold. Inside those cases held bloodstained daggers, majority of which belonging to him. Last time they had come across Trent went after Audrey, and Kyu tried to kill him. Now, he was unsure if he could do so again. Whether it was because he was too weak to, or strong enough not to, was uncertain to the young captain.

Audrey was long gone by now, the two of them having split up some time ago. Had the feelings dissipated? Not at all. The fact that Audrey was an entire country's span away gave him little peace of mind. If Trent wanted to, he could still find her. That, however, didn't mean Kyu was about to tell him she wasn't here either. He'd have to be careful to give absolutely no hints.

"Don't you go near her." Kyukaku hardened his gaze once again on serial killer gone administrator.

"I'll play your damned game; looks like I don't have a choice."

[Jack]

Money is one of the greatest motivators of mankind. It represented power and freedom. No one could tell you how to spend it, at least most of it, and the more you had the more important you were to those around you. Being offered ten thousand dollars for doing something you'd for free, for a high school student, was the equivalent of buying your own military.

Jack's disturbingly neutral mask cracked into a disturbing smile. The large student shoved his desk forward and swung himself toward the door, letting his right fist crash into the face of one of the other students who had the misfortune of standing up at the same time. With blood on his hand he felt the surge of adrenaline that had his energy feel increased.

Thundering down the hall, two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle. Those in front of him were rabbit punched and then trampled, and people around him were stiff armed away from him. Each step brought him closer to the Principals office, and the crowd was thinning out. Not everyone thought that they could find the mark easier if they knew what they looked like, something the person who set out the mark could tell him.

It took him roughly eight minutes to make his way there, and when he was there he wasted no time to splinter the front door and storm past the shrieking secretary. The resulting sound was like a bull charging through a wall, his shoes jerking him to a step as shoved open the last barrier between him and the principal. Wearing a disturbing smile he glanced between the two people in the room.

"What's he look like?"

[Kyukaku]

It didn't take long for a ruckus to be made out in the hallway. First there was an audible scramble of feet, then constant slamming of doors and lockers. Soon, it was all mixed with shouts that would only be muffled out by what Kyukaku assumed to be blunt force trauma. Kyu knew it would only be a matter of time before someone would make their way into the Principal's office to find him, though he couldn't have imagined it would be this quick. Paragon student were no doubt blood thirsty it seemed.

"Son of a bitch..."

Kyukaku hissed towards Trent as he took a step forward and to the left, snatching an empty coffee mug off the corner of the desk, hopefully out of stabbing reach. He back up against the filing cabinet, watching as the hulking student made his way past the secretary, kicking his way into the same room as the killer Principal and the screwed Captain.

Turning to his right to face the door, Kyu's eyes widened as the student barked his question. Without hesitation, Kyukaku's right index finger went accross his body, pointing at Trent all the while keeping his wide eyes on Jack. Doubting that the student would believe his deceit, even if Trent remained quiet, Kyukaku shifted his grip on the mug, holding it tight in his left hand by his hip.

[Valencia Donahue]

((OOC: Just a quicky acknowledgment post.))

Should Valencia feel bad about how easy it is to get her to do stuff? She heard the $10K reward over the intercom and if anyone was in the library to witness it, they would've seen dollar signs in her eyes as she stood up from her seat. Oh, all the bills, meals, and random crap she'd be able to afford (for only a few months). And then, with all that spontaneity out of her system, reason kicked in. Hircine's Captain, Tyler Scott, was here? At Paragon? Why? And where? The bounty was a clear indicator that Principal Davis wanted to maim him... So how did he end up here?

...And how am I supposed to cripple someone like Tyler after meeting him in person? I'm mean, but not THAT mean.

...But mean enough since she thought about crippling him anyhow. Blame the bounty. Whatever the case may be, it looks like Valencia was in yet another bad situation. Hurting Tyler was just against her ethics, especially without knowing how he got here. From her experiences with him, he's not a bad guy, so her gut told her not to give in to temptation. Then, there's the prospect of providing Tyler sanctuary... Which would lead to Davis being PO'd as heck once he finds out that Valencia was helping his enemy. With an annoyed sigh, Valencia sat back down and began thinking very, very carefully. The moment she so much as pokes this situation, she'll be screwed by her conscience and her enemies, associates, and everyone else who hates her.

[Jack]

Jack focused on the figure that took immediate notice of him, who snatched up a coffee mug for some reason. He didn't really get it but then again in either case he had a simple decision to make. Either decide that the jumpy student was his target or someone that wanted ass loads of money, and both reasons were just something he should pound.

"Doubt it." He growled past his disturbed smile, not fooled by some random student pointing at the principal. It wasn't the brightest move, but no one could blame him for trying. Stepping forward Jack cracked his knuckles while his fingers balled into fists at his sides, bringing himself within roughly four feet of his competition/target before jabbing his left hand at Kyukaku's stomach.

[Kyukaku]

If the smile wasn't a tip itself, the response verified that the ogre didn't quite buy Kyukaku's oh-so-clever ploy. In the case that Kyukaku was exceptionally dense, the steps forward and cracks of the knuckles should take the alert level to the top. The punch would come as no surprise, and Kyukaku had no intention of getting hit--especially in this office.

Sliding his right foot up, Kyukaku's body would face Jack's at a 45 degree angle. As he moved to Jack's oblique, Kyu's right hand would palm to the inside, adding extra insurance to his evasion. Deflecting the arm to the inside, Kyu's palm would act as a radar as well, giving Kyu's body the immediate knowledge of where to attack. With the limb straight in front of him, Kyu's left hand rose up and would smash down immediately, using the mug like a hammer. While the ceramic wasn't the strongest substance, the heavy edge would be aimed at the back of Jack's fist/wrist.

Hitting in just the right spot would most likely break at least a few of the weak bones in the hand, as Kyukaku's arm would follow through as the mug would shatter. Now it wouldn't incapacitate the larger man, but it would take away one of his weapons immediately. A one handed giant was easier than the full fledged version.

[Jack]

Jack watched his opponent move and couldn't help but grin wickedly as he saw the body shift to an angle as he approached, and the jab of his hand had prompted a movement. He wasn't an intellect fighter, he never cared how good his opponent was, didn't set up plans of attack.

He just kept moving and feeding adrenaline into his system while his beast like instincts pushed him forward, and the student wasn't make it hard to move around the room. Ignoring the sudden gash on his left wrist, and the tingling pain rolling up his arm that was dulled by rage, which seeped blood quickly down his fingertips Jack pulled his shoulder toward his chin and shoved himself into his target.

The student had made two movements to protect himself, both of which had put his arms to one side and low, leaving their shoulders to slam brutally together. With mass on his side it was more than likely that the smaller student would be thrown back by the weight and brute strength of the movement.

[Kyukaku]

The mug shattered on the wrist, the handle still gripped in Kyukaku's hand. Kyu's hand would follow through, swinging its way back around to guard. Luckily he hadn't yet moved his right hand, for it would once again act as a radar. The sense of touch is the quickest in its reaction, making the "hand is quicker than the eye" saying accurate. The second Jack began driving his shoulder to the left, Kyukaku began to react.

Pivoting on his newly planted right foot, Kyukaku would turn to his back in a counterclockwise spin, swinging his left foot around to plant behind Jack. Pushing against Jack's arm with his right Kyukaku would end up spinning around the larger man's slam in a similiar fashion to that in American football. As his left foot came around to plant behind Jack, Kyukaku's left elbow would stab into the lower spine of the back.

[Jack]

Without the sound impact of shoulder meeting shoulder when he had expected, thanks to Kyukaku spinning outside of his charge, Jack shoved his right foot out and slammed down while he swung his left arm like a bloody club. His back twisted and he was looking down the length of his arm and shoulder when he would come into contact with the close by target.

During the swing of his arm the elbow would bury itself in his hip, the blow pulling pain from both of them thanks to the bone to bone contact that sounded dull and painful even to those who didn't directly experience the bone bruises to be personally.

Sure that he didn't want the faster fighter at his back Jack would follow through with the swing even if it would hit nothing, which would likely mean that the faster had ducked low or slid back, at which point Jack would be at a disadvantage tactically. His prey had it's back to a door, and that meant it could flee. Jack was a lot of things, but he wasn't a marathon runner. If the prey escaped the office it was unlikely that he would be caught.

[Kyukaku]

By the time Kyukaku's right hand would leave the forearm of Jack's left, he would already be mid-spin. While Kyu's arm wouldn't prevent Jack's from moving, the swinging motion would cause Kyu's own momentum to build up as well, maintaining the same distance away from the arm until his elbow was already stabbing out. Still, the swinging motion of Jack would be enough to turn his body into the blow, absorbing it onto his hip rather than the lower spine. It wasn't the hit Kyu had been looking for, but one that would still bruise the larger man. The numbness in his arm from the harder contact would hopefully dissipate in the following seconds.

Never turning his head away from his attacker even as he turned, Kyukaku was fully aware of Jack's turn (as if the displaced hit wouldn't be clue enough). Not intending on staying still, Kyukaku would play to the same strategy he had in his tournament fight against the largest man he had ever seen in his life. That idea was to stay in constant motion, pushing the larger man to move at a higher rate to burn himself out quicker.

As such, Kyukaku would continue his spin, the 180 turning into a 360 as Kyu immediately pivoted on his left foot. Unlike his last turn, Kyukaku's right foot wouldn't plant off to the side just yet. Turning to his left, Kyukaku would bring himself to the direct left of his turning attacker, giving himself just enough room between Jack and the desk to swing his right leg around in a low kick. The lower right shin would swing into the back of the left calf as Jack would turn into it, doubling the impact. While Kyukaku didn't hold his breath on it being enough to take the guy down, he knew it would cause one hell of a muscle cramp, and make movement that much harder for the newly hired contractor of Trent's.

[Trent Davis]

OOC: Bit of a rewind here, but no worries, it doesn't really change anything. And I'm very sorry for taking so long.

IC:

"I'm so glad you see it my way, Tyler. I do hope you'll put up a fight, though, otherwise it won't be much fun to watch you squirm."

Unable to contain himself any longer, the principal let out a giggle, somewhat out of place given his usual quiet demeanour. The noise outside the office had been steadily growing in volume, something that pleased Trent greatly, as he knew it meant the students were reacting to the announcement. To be honest, he'd had a moment of worry as to whether Paragon's population would bother with such a matter, as the majority seemed to rebel simply for rebellion's sake.

Of course, there's no age limit on this reward either, so I suppose a teacher might attempt to cripple him during class. How delightful!

Thoroughly pleased with himself, Trent resisted the urge to laugh again, worried that if he started again he may not be able to stop himself. However, during his dillemma as to what to do with the boy standing in front of him for the moment, a particularly loud noise drew his attention towards the door to the office, noting the larger student barrel inside as if on cue.

The first one already... and he looks dangerous. Good. Maybe the first will also be the last.

The question, obviously, needed no answer, and none was given from the principal of the Paragon Institute. His arms folded in front of him, rolling back in his chair in order to give him enough room to put his right foot up on the edge of the desk. Aside from that, however, Trent would do nothing more other than watch the show in front of him, eagerly waiting to see if this larger student could manage to cripple Kyukaku, not wanting to miss the blow that potentially would cause the handicap.

"C'mon kids. Don't be afraid to get bloody."

[Jack]

Jack hadn't expected to find air meeting his wide swing, usually people tried to block him when he did that. But what was he going to do about it? Off balance from never making impact after the hasty swing he was twisted too far and the low kick caught his angled knee, twisting the leg further away from its position holding his weight under his shoulder.

But because he was caught more toward the back of the knee than the side he already diffused most of the strength just by his weight being lowered down to nearly resting on one knee. Growling he drove himself forward and up along with the retracting leg, even knowing that his target was nimble Jack swung his right hand in a wide arch at the target's side, while his left was held in front of him, presumedly waiting to intercept attacks.

[Kyukaku]

Kyukaku's patience had found the end of it's line.

Fighting here, in Trent's office, against one of Trent's contractors, listening to Trent's words; it was all becomming to much to stomach. The constant plague of Kyu's life was known to bring out his aggressive tendencies, and now was no exception. Never resorting to violence by choice, Kyukaku tended to fight only to protect himself, relying more on his defensive principles. With Trent's voice at his back running his mouth, Kyukaku gritted his teeth in agitation, moving on to the offensive.

The sudden change in philosophy would likely come as a great surprise to Jack's reflexes. The larger man would be push himself up and forward again, attempting another swing against the former Captain. As the punch would come, Kyukaku would step in, leaning to his left as his left forearm absorbed the shock by blocking Jack's wrist. At the same time, Kyukaku's right knee would quickly chamber up by his chest. At the same time the punch and block would connect, Kyukaku's right foot would stomp out, toes pointing to the right in a 45 degree angle to increase the surface area as his heel stomped into the recently straigthened left knee of the larger man.

Unlike most times where Kyukaku intended to check the leg, sending it back to the ground, Kyu's stomp would follow all the way through. The intentions were to cause severe damage to the knee, breaking it in the worst case scenario for Jack, or severely straining it in the best. Either way, Kyu's left arm would instant bounce of Jack's after the block, shooting in for a quick hook punch to the lower ribs on Jack's right side.

[Jack]

Jack's swing was wild and strong, the attack itself thudded their limbs together with enough sound that he questioned the bruises they would share for a moment before his next rush of power springing down his legs. His attacking arm forced it's way closer to the body and locked on to the material covering the targets chest, the other coming out to do the same, while his legs launched his body forward at an upward angle.

His intention was to throw himself up and spread his legs, shoving down with all his weight on the upper half of his opponent, and land straddling the torso. Instead he had risen his knee up into a kick, one that had him snarling with the jolt of pain and distinct lack of lift-off. But his other knee sprang out strong, sending his body in a forward spin.

While his body tilted so his left side was pointing at the ground Jack still had no thought in his head other than attack. Instead of breaking his fall like he should have his left fist was shoved forward, aimed at the pelvis of his target. But for all the damage he wanted to inflict he was off balance and twisted awkwardly, he couldn't be sure where his attack would hit.

With or without the attack hitting his right hand grip would be broken during the fall and his left wouldn't drop in time to break his fall. With his ribs crushing into the ground his lungs would be emptied, leaving him momentarily dazed, but still with the sharp violent eyes that wanted to inflict damage.

[Kyukaku]

(OOC: Sorry for the wait. Finals.)

Jack reacted pretty close to how Kyukaku expected. Moving inside on a larger opponent more often than not meant they would try and grapple. At least, that's the assumption gained over years of fighting Pain Killer. Kyukaku looped his right arm down, moving under the right arm on his chest as his hand twisted outwards to grab the wrist. At this point, Kyukaku's kick would connect, this time causing Jack to react nowhere near how Kyu expected it would.

Still, intending to get the hand off his chest, Kyu had been in the middle of planning a defense when Jack would twist and flop in the air. Bringing his right leg all the way, Kyukaku would twist Jack's wrist with his right hand like it was the acceleration on a motorcycle, adding extra reinforcement as his left arm went to the back of Jack's right tricep, pushing it off into a standard standing arm bar. While bringing his right leg back, the left punch would go unnoticed til it connected with his right hip, forcing that part of his body to turn back even quicker.

Although sore, Kyukaku would bring Jack's right hand to his hip, controlling the arm as he held it at waist level. As Jack would hit the ground, Kyukaku's arm lock would force him to roll onto his stomach. Stepping in with his left, Kyukaku would kneel down on the back of Jack's right shoulder, using all his body weight to pin the larger man down by the one spot. Pulling up on the arm, Kyukaku would use his knee as a leverage point, intending on dislocating the shoulder. Kyukaku's left hand would palm strike the elbow joint, intending on dislocating the second joint as well.

If the winded Jack would attempt to try and push himself to his feet with his left arm, he'd find the heavy resitance making it extremely hard to push up with Kyu's weight focused on the shoulder. As extra insurance, Kyu's left fist would also find its way into the back of Jack's head until he finally would lose conciousness.

[Jack]

Jack fell without so much as an inkling of resistance. The fall itself crushed every molecule of oxygen and hydrogen from his lungs, and while he sucked them in he was brutally aware of the bruises that would line his rib cage for days. As if that wasn't the worst of it he was twisted further, pain burning down his arm and into his shoulder.

A scream of pain and rage ripped through his throat and carved it's way over his tongue, human and tormented. It wasn't an easy thing to dislocate someone's arm without hesitation. You could feel it, the way the arm went slack and disturbingly out of place, unnatural and weak, but it was another thing all together to experience the pain yourself.

Poor bloody bravado drove Jack into movement, refusing to lose himself in the pain that crushed what little sense he had. His body jerked upward with the pain and his scream, knees jerking up to his waist, and beast again after a quick breath he screamed the second time. Rage at being treated like a sack meat that could be sat on and controlled with one limb made him momentarily numb to pain, and Jack drove his feet into the ground.

When he was charging into the trap that dislocated his arm Jack had brought them close to the back wall of the office, near the door, and with his shoulders driving their way into his targets knees there was only so far the man could go, and that was restricted further by the left hand that latched onto the hip with a steeled grip, ready to accept pain. With the blow landing high on his shoulders Jack continued his blood chilling defiance as he did all he could to drive the bastard's back into the wall with all the weight and momentum he could muster.