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Post by Kyukaku on Dec 15, 2008 5:01:01 GMT 1
Jack fell and winded himself, making it that much easier for Kyukaku to move into position. With his knee now in place, Kyukaku yanked up on the arm without hesitation, Trent's presence still causing extreme aggression for the former Captain. There was a sickening pop as the shoulder dislocated, the feel of the arm's lack of resistance being nothing compared to the scream that came along with it.
Kyu hesitated, his eyes sadening as he held the loose arm in his grasp. Horrified by his own handiwork, Kyukaku didn't continue on to dislocate the elbow as well, sobering up from his momentary rage. Kyukaku fought to keep his positioning, however, when Jack started to squirm. Things began to become rather conflicting, as Kyu didn't want to hurt the student anymore than he already had, yet his own need for self-preservation preventing him from letting go completely.
"Stop! Just stop fighting and we can be done here!"
Throwing his left knee over Jack, Kyukaku would mount on his back, placing each leg tight on the larger man's hips, keeping his chest low to prevent him from getting up or bucking him off with whatever strength he could muster from his bleeding left arm. Kyukaku place his left hand on the back of Jack's left shoulder, pushing down to keep him relatively in place as his right palm did the same to the back of his head. If Jack continued to resist, Kyu would slide his left forearm under Jack's chin, grabbing his own right bicep as he'd hold his head down in a rear naked chokehold that would force Jack to stop one way or another between the lack of blood or his pleas.
"Please...! Just stop!"
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Jack
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Post by Jack on Dec 15, 2008 21:22:30 GMT 1
It didn't take long for Jack's strength to fail him. His rage and adrenaline could only propel him into action so long. In case you had forgotten, Jack had been bleeding all over Trent's office for a good two minutes, and the gash on his wrist had cut small veins. The dripping blood was straining the floor in a small but growing puddle, after failing to grip onto his target, and only heavy and labored breaths were keeping him conscious in the continual pain of his join grinding against the socket it was torn from.
Mix that in with the arm that was choking him of more oxygen and the pumping of his blood and his heavy and pounding head began to focus more on survival. Money was important, and he wanted it because of what he could do with it and what freedom it could buy him, but freedom was useless if he was unconscious in Paragon. Either his target would kill him, the Principal would toss him to the wolves, or worse... He would be looked on with pity.
"Get the fuck off me," He would say weakly, trying in vain to sound like he was snarling the words.
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Trent Davis
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Post by Trent Davis on Dec 23, 2008 22:13:33 GMT 1
And finally, the battle was over.
Unfortunately, the fight hadn’t quite gone the way Trent had hoped for, though he supposed it would be a bit anti-climactic if Kyukaku was crippled by the first student to hunt him for the bounty. At least this way, the young man would have the constant fear of being attacked, no matter where he was; a delicious paranoia for the principal to savor, to be sure. Of course, the only question that remained now was what to do with the larger student who had lost in his fight, and was now at the mercy of Trent’s most hated enemy.
He’s earned a bit of a reward, considering he’s assisting in tearing apart Tyler’s morality. Just this once, however.
As the two students conversed, Trent casually opened a drawer in his desk, pulling out the metal three-hole punch he had stored there, as any respectable office had. After balancing it in his left hand briefly as he stood up, he whipped the heavy object towards the back of Kyukaku’s skull, a move that while certainly painful if connecting, was in actuality meant to simply move the student off of his fallen foe. Regardless of whether the metal tool struck Kyu or not, Trent would walk towards the larger student, kneeling slightly a fair distance away, as both students were just as likely to take a swing at him, here at Paragon.
“I think your fight is over, sidekick. You’re more than welcome to head back to class, if you wish. As for you, however… do you know why you lost?”
Principal Davis allowed his gaze to fall towards Jack, making it clear who he was speaking to at the end of his sentence. All students of Paragon had the potential to be something Trent could respect, as long as they progressed in the right direction.
“It’s because you lacked hatred. You saw the potential to cripple someone for a reward as fun, which I can respect and relate to, but you must treat every battle as if you were fighting your most hated enemy. Every foe must be absolutely destroyed, in any conceivable way, and victory must come at any cost. Only then will you begin to see the results you desire.”
Allowing the words to sink in for a moment, Trent stood up, before his quiet voice took on a much sharper tone.
“Get out of my office, and see the nurse. You’re dirtying the floor with your blood.”
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Post by Kyukaku on Dec 27, 2008 21:01:15 GMT 1
With five words from the broken man beneath him, it was over. Kyukaku slipped off his choke, hesitantly pushing himself off Jack as carefully as he could without hurting him further, or getting caught by a cheap shot. While Kyukaku did his best to keep some focus on Trent throughout, it wasn't always possible when defending yourself against a bear of a man. Still, as Kyukaku pushed himself to his feet his eyes went to his nemesis as he stood up as well, whipping a three hole punch at his head.
Kyukaku turned along with his head, bringing his body to face Trent. Bringing his hands up, Kyu's palms swatted at the object, knocking it off to his left. With his adrenaline beginning to wear off, Kyukaku felt a heavy sting in his left hand, a bruise already beginning to form on his palm. Good thing he didn't take it in the face.
"Go to hell."
The former School Captain of Hircine High would speak with angst, refusing to admit that he himself was at a loss to what his next step would be. Kyu would take a short moment to glance at Jack with pity, only to be replaced with righteous anger at them both as Trent began speaking again. Kyukaku turned, palming the door open with his right hand, moving through it and slamming it shut with such force that it would crack the glass window, providing symbolism for both Paragon and Kyukaku himself.
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