Vince
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Post by Vince on Dec 8, 2008 5:45:51 GMT 1
Vince didn't quite like the idea of going to get anyone at this point, what with the crazed killers about. He would have rather gotten the hell out of here, then come back with all the Genaht he could gather.
Still he would begin moving with the group once Keith began leading. Vince would let the man lead as he did, and once he understood the path would begin jogging lazily ahead of the group. Checking the intersections before the rest got to them.
Vince was ready to split the skull of any man he knew wasn't supposed to be in such a place, and even if out numbered initially he'd get the guards to move closer to him so the whole group might be able to take them down.
That and he'd be the first to see Tiao and try to grab the man to get them the hell out of the building. If Vince only knew the hostility he might be getting in between should he actually get to Tiao first.
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Post by Christophe LaChandos on Dec 8, 2008 23:50:34 GMT 1
Christophe grinned at his new-found friend, he supposed there were odder ways to meet somebody than by rescuing them from two taser-toting goons. Though strangely enough, he was at a loss to think of any. Still, Christophe found himself warming to the man, mostly because he liked a guy who didn't take things too seriously. To get along with Christophe, after all, you had to have something of a tolerance for bizarre or at least inconsiderate behaviour. Concern for others didn't rate highly on Christophe's list of priorities. The vast majority of the time, he was just out to do what he thought would be the most fun for him. A selfless guy Christophe was not.
Another man might have bristled at Frank claiming to have 'softened' the goons up when it was clear just who had been saved an ass-kicking, but really, did it matter? Nobody was keeping score here, and Christophe had the experience of a good fight to content himself with. He smiled a little when Frank referred to him as 'kid', more in surprise than anything else. Christophe definitely wouldn't have placed the other's age as above his own. Then again, not everybody topped 6ft, as was evident here. Still, given the number of heavily muscled giants at Paragon, perhaps it wasn't all that strange that Christophe was getting his size-age scale mixed up.
“The name's Christophe,” he said casually after Frank asked him. “And if this is the kind of thing you get yourself into, I think we'll get on just fine,” trouble, irrespective of its source, tended to be a pretty damn fun thing. Especially if you were the said source.
After that, Christophe just listened, trying to take stock of exactly what he'd sauntered into now that there was actually somebody around who knew what the hell was going on. He had mixed feelings about the whole thing, he had to admit once Frank was finished. One part of Christophe was telling him that he was way out of his depth. Murder? Some psychopathic bear-fighting baby-killer? It would be insane to stay involved in this. However, another little voice in his head had just the retort to that.
Oh c'mon, think about it. This is probably the most exciting thing to happen to me since... ever. This is a chance to be involved in something really big instead of just going around getting into fights and strumming my guitar. You scared or something?
Well that did it, nobody called Christophe a coward, not even some kind of voice representing his own opinions in his head! He was in until the end.
It took a special kind of person to be capable of goading themselves.
Christophe arched an eyebrow and responded at full form.
“Some kind of murderous conspiracy eh? Sounds more fun than playing a gig, that's for sure. Count me in,” that was typically Christophe; every decision he made was based purely off the amount of fun he could derive from the outcome. At that point three others arrived, which startled Christophe a little. But then, Frank had referred to having a friend on site, although he had neglected to mention she had brought along a couple of friends of her own. Christophe was about to answer Valencia's question when the guy he had taken down stirred. Following that interruption, he managed a reply.
“I just came in to get my guitar,” Christophe told her with a shrug, retrieving the instrument from where he had put it down. “But looks as though I'm staying for the party,” he started on after one of the 'friends' (was it Vince or Keith?) who was evidently the quiet type then paused a moment. “I don't think it would be a good idea to split... if they've called for reinforcements and we're all running all over the place without any way of keeping in contact we're just asking to get picked off. Let's go find your friend. Oh, and the big guy, he sounds like he'd be fun to bang heads with,” ... Yeah, gung ho allies eh? Not always the greatest of companions.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Dec 15, 2008 1:53:15 GMT 1
((OOC: Pardon the time inconsistencies! Finals and birthday. Tiao's post will follow up in a moment either in a separate post or an edit.))
[red]@ Everyone Else[/red]
When it came right down to it, Valencia seldom took the leadership seat unless she really, really had to. She once acted as a second in command of her ex's gang, fine, and she can sorta work with partners, sure... But she was more likely to default to solo missions where the most obligations she had to worry about was to keep herself alive, complete objectives, and maybe, just maybe, watch out for someone other than herself. This was one of those really, really had to moments and it made her uncomfortable that her group was predominantly quiet at the moment... Especially since Vince and Keith are usually much more talkative than Valencia. And Frank too, but his circumstances made more sense. Perhaps this was their true colors whenever things truly mattered?
Well, at least the new guy is talking.
...But to Keith as he got a slight head start on moving ahead. It just occurred to Valencia that she mentioned rescuing Tiao to a bunch of people who more or less hated his guts to a certain degree. She grimaced at the thought of all this falling apart (and people dying) because everyone decided not to get along (and she should've thought about all this prior to mass messaging her friends for help during her panic). Still, it looks like the silence of her closer comrades signified begrudging assistance. She owed them once all this was over. She'll... Worry about that later.
Valencia blinked with a tinge of concern when Christophe got his guitar. As an instrument most people wouldn't want to use for inflicting pain, she thought about it getting in the way. Kind of like dead wei—Oh. Speaking of which, no one else mentioned Valencia's poor li'l “ded” friend Frank. The Asian looked to where she threw him and sighed softly. She took the initiative and carried him on her back. He's a little shorter than her and weighed just less than she did, so she was relieved that it wasn't one of her bigger friends who got himself knocked out. She had three guys (or two and half, as Christophe had something to worry about too) ready for action with her, so strategically, she felt she was doing the smart thing by not letting her self-consciousness get in the way. Who cares if you're a girl who isn't fighting on the front lines when you're taking care of your unconscious friend? Yup, good enough excuse to her.
Keith and Vince took the front with Keith in the lead. There was a slight possibility that he could be leading them away from the cafeteria altogether, but Vince also knew his way around, so they had nothing to worry about. Once the gang made it to the hallway leading to cafeteria, they'd find a pair of students closing the double doors shut. Unlike most students at Paragon, the way they dressed made it easier to identify them as scene or emo kids than bullies. The tight jeans, the accessories that lacked function, the hair... Especially the hair. The shorter one, roughly Valencia's height, had bright neon pink hair with black fringes. The taller one, an inch taller than Christophe but with a lankier build, had black hair (likely dyed) with blue and green fringes. The few other similar traits they had were something covering the lower portions of their mouths and spray cans in their hands. If this was any other situation, it would've seemed as though these scene kids were graffiti bombing a door for the sake of “art”. Vandalism to make a statement isn't too surprising on Paragon property, right? But this wasn't an average situation judging by how they were trying to keep the door shut and emo/scene kids aren't usually the sort to tag school property anyhow.
The shorter one was decked in pink and black, with plenty of Hello Kitty in between, and when she turned around towards the approaching group, she tugged on her friend's sleeve, speaking loudly to get his attention through her muffling Hello Kitty face mask. Her taller friend wore a red and black scarf over the lower half of his face and once his friend yanked on his tight choker, he got the picture. He reached into his pocket and voila. A lighter.
[TALL EMO]: “Urph grph urnur urm mur purgugh...!” (Muffle Translation: “I got another one in my pocket.”)
Valencia knew what was going to happen and stopped in her tracks as the tall emo fired the flamethrower at the group, a clear sign that the two were going to torch these good guys if they came any closer. The scene chick reached into her friend's pocket, as directed, and followed her friend's example, with a little less success. Inexperience... Like they were told to be here and do what they were told to do. Meant to stall, not to fight. Valencia expected this more from Hircine and other branches of the Network where there were more incentives, not Paragon... But anything was possible tonight and if anything, Keith was going to get even more evidence that students were helping the underworld beyond the school systems. Should these two be dispatched, there would indeed be transceivers on them somewhere.
[SHORT SCENE CHICK]: “Gur ururh burvurh ur wurh phruh ru urruh rawh!!” (Muffle Translation: “Go away, bitches, or we'll fry your asses raw.”)
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Vince
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Post by Vince on Dec 16, 2008 7:21:47 GMT 1
Vince would chance upon the pair as he scouted ahead. Observing for afew moments before the rest of the group showed up, alerting the two emo kids to his and the group's presence. Vince would sigh aloud as they performed a stupid act.
Overall he was very unimpressed with the aerosol flamethrower trick. The worst that could happen is the flammable liquid would adhere to his clothes or skin and burn for a rather long time before ever actually doing damage to him or the cloth. Vince would step forward to deal with the issue.
Crowbar in hand.
"Alright boy and girl, that's a nice little pyro show you got there, but it won't do much...."
Vince would speak out as he crouched down slightly, tapping the crowbar against the tile to sound the cracking as well as the metallic hum to demonstrate his weapon was real.
"Now this little bastard will bash your self pitying heads in, so unless you have questions get the hell out of our way."
Vince would give an eerily cheerful grin as he readied himself to dash through the pitiful flames and promptly smack the arms of the pair infront of him. Depending on how much they angered him at this point, he'd either swing to cause pain, or swing to break bones.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Dec 16, 2008 11:56:51 GMT 1
((OOC: In addition to Tiao's post is more stuff for the rest of the crew to interact with.))
[red]@ Tiao[/red]
A gourmand like Garrett required a strong stomach to digest the kinds of things he ate, but not necessarily from the outside. Tiao suddenly sent his feet towards the cannibal's stomach at a close range, causing the larger man to back off as he flipped the table away from him. The Tiger avoided a tenderizing session via rib crushing... For now. Tiao was back on his feet and even caught the table to flip it a second time by the time Garrett recovered from the earlier attack. He managed to gain some distance away from Tiao by taking the hit, which was probably the only upside to his slight weakness in speed when his hands are preoccupied. A few feet away comparable to the length of Tiao's kick, no more, no less.
Of course, killing people with your bare hands has limits from a distance, so Garrett went back into the action. At the point, the table was upside-down in the hands of Tiao. Since it was flying up from the snap kick after missing its target, the bottom side with the legs would obscure Tiao's immediate vision as Garrett took advantage of the particle wood and plastic barrier-turned-prop-of-destruction. The Sabretooth threw himself at the table and with his weight and force, the table would smash against Tiao and the two would be thrown back. The table would end up back on its feet to boot, sliding away if Tiao didn't do anything about it.
The cannibal didn't know the extent of Tiao's training to know if he had enough balance on one leg to figure out a way out of this mess, but he had full intention on landing on Tiao to start choking him or on his hands to push himself back onto his feet. If Tiao wasn't busy tussling with a behemoth, he would've heard the doors to the cafeteria closing... That, and some commotion going on on the other side.
So many if's... So little time...
[red]@ Everyone Else[/red]
The short scene chick finally got her flamethrower to work as well as her partner once Vince began to talk and felt mighty pleased with herself until he gave the eerie grin and charged for the swing. Startled, the girl jumped to the side and aimed directly at Vince... Who just happened to be right in between she (Vince's right) and the tall emo (Vince's left). The Mouth of Genaht was able to hit the guy hard enough to disarm the flamethrower and knock him into the wall, causing him to scramble away from his hair potentially catching on fire towards the rest of the gang.
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Keith Richards
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Post by Keith Richards on Dec 16, 2008 19:13:03 GMT 1
Keith had taken the front, mostly because he assumed he was the only one who actually belonged in the school if he was in the front. But Vince, who he assumed knew where he was going after a reminder, decided to overtake him. Without a reaction he continued on in front of all but Vince, who took to being the scout, while listening to the pair of voices coming from behind him.
Despite it being incredibly easy to pick apart the two voices, he wasn't entirely sure who the boy was talking to. For a moment he had actually thought it was him, some kind of crap about not wanting to split up. Briefly he glanced over his shoulder, letting his eyes convey that he was seriously considering breaking something so he would be quiet.
They were in the middle of murderers and he wanted to chat, who could blame Keith for wanting to break something for the good of himself and Valencia?
The walk stalled for two reasons. One being their arrival, and the other being the obsticle of a makeshift flamethrower, both fairly good reasons to stop walking forward. Twisting his neck slightly he glanced back again, he already decided that the musician was useless, and Valencia was encumbered by the annoying person she claimed to have come to save, if he got his information right. Which left him, and Vince–who had produced a crowbar out of thin air–to deal with the obstacle.
While he kept a weapon of sorts hidden on his person he didn't find having his own version of a flame thrower, one that would burn a little more quickly and painfully than a can, it didn't seem like a decent counter. But having the large duster he could at least have a decent shield until he got close. But, Keith was more annoyed with Vince than the other two. For someone with quite a mouth himself it could be surprising, but his shift in personality made it all the more annoying.
For this reason Keith followed behind Vince, deciding if nothing else he would profit from the stupidity of charging straight at them and calling their bluff. It had seemed to work, which frustrated him more much to his disappointment. Making the decision on a whim Keith used his forward momentum to plant his right foot in Vince's back and shoved him at the floor, using the push off to swing his right leg high, aiming a lazy high kick at the girls head.
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Post by Christophe LaChandos on Dec 16, 2008 21:04:23 GMT 1
Christophe, as they made their way through the school, found himself subjected to something a nasty look from Keith. He met the other's eyes and slowly allowed a grin to spread across his face. He could glare all he wanted to, it wasn't going to stop Christophe doing what he felt like doing.
Nevertheless, he didn't speak after that, mostly because any more chatter would be somewhat innane. Christophe wasn't a babbler like Frank, to the say the least. As they passed a row of lockers, he casually let his guitar drop off his shoulder before swinging it up into the air and placing it on top. If this was as serious as Frank had made it out to be, it was only going to be an encumbrance; he just hadn't wanted to leave it lying around in some classroom.
Christophe was still a little behind the others - well, Keith and Vince at least when they arrived at their destination. He probably would have hurled himself forward if he'd been at the front, and damn the makeshift weapons the kids were using to delay them. However, the fact that he wasn't meant that Vince beat him to it. Figuring that going in at that point would just mean he was getting in the others' way (especially once Keith attacked as well) Christophe hung back a little, waiting for an opening.
That came when the emo kid stumbled away from the fight a little. Christophe didn't hesitate at that point, stepping easily into the ready stance of the Savateur. It was probably unecessary, given who he was facing off against, but the stance had been trained into him when he'd first started. The emo guy certainly didn't look as though he was ready to defend himself, so Christophe had few scruples about lunging forward to direct an elbow strike at the kid's jaw. He didn't tend to throw the sort of shots that aimed to finish the fight until some way through a fight, but with somebody like this... Christophe doubted he'd be all that competent. Why arm somebody if you had faith in their hand-to-hand abilities?
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 16, 2008 21:23:02 GMT 1
No doubt that this was the largest opponent Tiao Lei Shen had ever come accross. With that in mind, it only served to amp up Tiao's adrenaline even more. As a Pillar, or a Paragon student, Tiao had come accross all sorts of opponents, and he never showed mercy. Those were just students. Garrett was a killer, and while Tiao had been forced to keep distance between the two, it didn't mean Tiao wouldn't take any pleasure in tearing out his throat.
The former pillar had been waiting on the dull thud of the table when it would make contact with whatever part of Garrett's body. The impact never came, and the table flipped all the way over, exposing the underside to Tiao. Without any warning, the thud came, only this time the table was ramming straight into him. Both hands still relatively up, Tiao shot them in a small arc to his outsides. Hitting the two high metal table legs that would have caused bruises on less calloused hands, Tiao's hands twisted to grip each one.
By no means did Tiao have enough strength to hold back the force Garrett put into the table. Tiao's upper body would start to bend backwards, foreshadowing what would typically throw him to the ground. However, in a similiar fashion to his arms, Tiao's legs kicked outwards, toes pointing to the outsides. Planting his feet against each table leg, Tiao braced himself on all four table legs, pushing with his limbs to keep him suspended under the table.
The table landed back on its legs, the thud causing Tiao's feet to slip loose and fall back to the ground. Still, there was enough momentum put into the table that it slid a few feet backwards, dragging. His hands remaining on the table legs, Tiao slid backwards with it, his feet dragging along. As it the table came to rest, Tiao barrell rolled to his left, getting back to his feet. Unless Avci made any immediate moves against Tiao, the asian would whip his left arm in wide arc, planning on slamming the heel of his palm with incredible speed at the right ear of the cannibal.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Dec 19, 2008 6:14:28 GMT 1
[red]@ Everyone Else[/red]If Valencia didn't trade weapons with Vince, who knows how all this could've ended up... One thing for sure, it probably would've been more dangerous if Vince charged in with a taser instead of a crowbar. Keith followed up behind (and on) Vince to send a flying kick at the short scene chick. This would've been brutal upon connection if the chick wasn't short. Vince was already taller than her and the sight of a crazy person using him as leverage on top of that was enough to make the skittish girl duck and run further away from the door and fire back at Vince and Keith. They say an amateur with a gun is more terrifying than a professional with a gun and this short scene chick was an example of one with a flamethrower. Her back was to Christophe and Valencia though, so she wasn't able to see what was going to happen to her tall emo friend. The emo flinched at Christophe getting into position, but as someone who reacted based on the situation instead of on impulse, he got to his feet and scowled at his adversaries... Both in immense pain and with anger. Oooh. Very scary. An angry tall emo kid with a really messed up left arm after Vince's attack and without a flamethrower. But this was an emo kid and if anyone knew anything about emo kids, emo kids readily had blades with them and this one wasn't much different. Christophe didn't strike first, so the emo pulled out his box cutter from a back pocket and with his right hand, swung upward and out towards the equally tall opponent, stepping in for a diagonal slash. While all this craziness was going on, the reinforcements already arrived and with them at the back of the school was another student. Judging by her looks, she wasn't so much different from her comrades going nuts outside the cafeteria. Her dark chocolate, African-American skin was contrasted by her white and yellow outfit. To match said outfit are her dyed yellow and green hair and green eyes. If she had to be stereotyped, she was more along the lines of a trend-setter, fashion police kind of person... If not just a stuck up brat with lots of money and a bitchy enough attitude to end up in Paragon instead of Hircine. She'd get along really well with other clique-y people who go on power trips when in student council. This student goes by the name of Rubina and she's one of the many students working on the bad side. [RUBINA]: “So you just want to see who these people are, right? My friends who live in the area got here quick and are already on the job, keeping them busy instead of letting them get to your boss, and they can identi--” The toughest-looking one of the bunch gave her a look along the lines of “We don't know your friends, nor do we trust them getting the job done right”. However, the one beside him explained that there was only so much students could do when professionals can do much more, so they left it at that and Rubina pouted when they were on their way to scour the campus. [RUBINA]: “You could've at least let me do something... Stop hogging all the jobs!” ((OOC: Tiao's post will follow when available.))
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Vince
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Post by Vince on Dec 20, 2008 10:00:19 GMT 1
Vince would grin further as the tall boy lost his little makeshift weapon and fell back. Things were going well and only part of Vince's eyebrows were singed, in the next moment Vince would tumble forward from a sharp pressure in his back.
Vince would lurch forwards afew steps before finally falling, twisting as he fell to swing the crowbar, claw first, into his assailant. It wouldn't be an excessively damaging blow, but it would almost guaranteed break through cloth and skin and be a harsh warning that the Genaht member wasn't screwing around with people that were out to kill and eat other people.
Hell, if he could get up quick enough he might even hit the real opponents with the crowbar, but that would be more dependant on how Keith would handle the blow.
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Post by Christophe LaChandos on Dec 20, 2008 18:09:05 GMT 1
Ahh, no fair, I don't have a weapon!
A 'flamethrower' was one thing; a somewhat ineffectual weapon, as Vince had shown. A box cutter though, that was something else. It was easily manageable and Christophe's clothing wasn't exactly protective. His t-shirt would be slashed to ribbons and...
Idiot. Calm down. What was it my old instructor said? The body is a weapon. Being armed just breeds overconfidence.
Christophe's expression became calm as he discarded his near-panic to concentrate fully on his opponent. Judging the distance to be about right, Christophe threw a low kick, aimed at the emo kid's leading leg. As was common in the execution of this attack, Christophe leaned backwards, effectively allowing him to kick and attempt to dodge at the same time. Nevertheless, a hiss of pain escaped Christophe's mouth as the kid's box cutter scored a shallow cut across his pectoral.
Still, if the kick connected, the emo would have far more to worry about than such a little cut. The attack was a variation on the 'coup de pied bas' - designed specifically to break the shin bone. Nobody could accuse Christophe of using kid-gloves. When a weapon was brought into the equation, he decided there was no such thing as excessive force.
Nobody ever claimed Christophe was a clean fighter.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 8, 2009 0:40:46 GMT 1
((OOC: Huzzah! I'm always welcome to clarify if necessary!))
[red]@ Tiao[/red]
Tiao hung onto the table as it was knocked back. Though the force would've been powerful enough to knock the table a fair distance away to elude Garrett's attempt to crush him once again, the Tiger's weight kept it from traveling too far. The Sabretooth fell onto his hands after missing his target. It was a rough landing on tools no chef could live without, but as any cook or chef would say, their hands have been through worse... And Garrett have done all kinds of horrible things with his hands no respectable chef or cook would do anyhow. While finding that his target isn't beneath him and pushing himself back up, Tiao was already on his feet and setting up to get a blow in with his left. With speed as his advantage and him in a more compromising position, the ex-Pillar's blow landed hard enough for the cannibal to let out a loud roar of annoyance (and pain he's not willing to admit), upon impact. The monster was sturdy enough to take it, but it still hit his head, forcing it to turn away.
Garrett pushed to his left to distance himself from Tiao and back onto his feet. With his right side in Tiao's immediate view, he pivoted on his feet to launch a large grab at Tiao's face with his left. Should this fail (and it may after witnessing how quick his opponent is), he'd follow through in order to block the ex-Pillar's view of the follow-up hook with his right fist, aiming to plant it hard into Tiao's left side.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Jan 8, 2009 20:26:51 GMT 1
Smooth manuevering was keeping Tiao Lei Shen in good condition, but it was getting real old, real fast. When his left palm connected with Garrett's ear, Tiao felt a real tinge of enjoyment. Staying safe always took top priority in battles, but there was no part Tiao took more pleasure in than dealing some hurt to those who deserved it. Deserved this and so much more.
Garrett moved off to his left, preventing the immediate follow up Tiao had planned for him. Still, Tiao's speed advantage was much greater, especially when he was already on his feet in pursuit, whereas Garret had to push himself back up first. Seeing the burly limb extending towards his face, Tiao's right hand batted down, pushing down on the foerarm, deflecting the limb down and accross Avci's body. Instinctively expecting a follow up from their close proximity, Tiao's left hand batted down in a similiar fashion, only pushing against the elbow of the hooking punch instead to get more leverage.
Continuing the motions of his Wing Chun defense, Tiao's right arm would pop back up as his left went down. Tiao would slam his calloused right forearm up underneath Avci's chin with surprising force that came with years of practicing on the wooden dummy, likely knocking the larger man's head back from the leverage. Intent on pressing the advantage, his left arm would barrel back up immediately following his right arm, snapping out at the elbow for a quick but well placed chop to the exposed throat..
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 16, 2009 22:23:10 GMT 1
((OOC: THERE. Happy now? You know I don't forget things easily.))
[red]@ Tiao[/red]
Tiao was catching on to Garrett's fighting style and that was a given after feeling it first hand the first few times. If he didn't catch on, the Tiger would've been history to this Sabretooth. Of course, after getting hit so many times and finally feeling the hurt where it counts the most, Garrett didn't intend on being wiped off the planet without taking his opponent with him. To keep up with Tiao's speed, Garrett had to change his strategy.
Garrett's first strike was nulled and knocked down towards his body, but not all the way considering the difference in strength. His second strike was prevented in a similar fashion but with an additional strike coming towards his head. By facing Tiao face to face and realizing that headshots will be THE weak point from this point out, he had ample time to lean back onto his left leg to narrowly avoid the shot for his chin. Quick reaction time. Really handy for avoiding burning flambes. Quite another story with burning ex-Pillars wanting to kill a murderer. He was caught by surprise by second follow up of Tiao's left for his throat. He wasn't used to people living this long to go on the offensive.
In reaction to the rising left, Garrett's left shot out to grab the ex-Pillar's by the forearm, partially set up by the earlier strike. He gripped the arm from the outside and pulled him forward. He pivoted with his feet to put as much force as possible into throwing Tiao towards the ground in front of him. Exploiting another blindspot of forcing Tiao to face away from Garrett, the cannibal's right large, claw-like hand would be swinging fiercely towards the back of the ex-Pillar's neck to finish the job... Damaging Tiao badly if he resists or assisting the throw by guiding the smaller man to his doom. No more trying to knock Tiao over. It was time for Garrett to make him kiss linoleum floor.
((OOC: ::wonders if Keith should be skipped 'cause the plot needs to move:: ))
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Jan 19, 2009 0:04:59 GMT 1
(OOC: Nope, just when it comes to me .... and I say keep it moving, and he can catch up.) Garrett moved faster than Tiao had anticipated. Much faster. Being big didn't always mean being slow. Tiao knew this, but still allowed his overconfidence to get in the way. The former pillar thought he threw away most of his arrogance along with his former title, but it was proving otherwise. He'd gotten lazy in recent times, having little drive to fight the weak opponents laid before him. Now, faced with a real danger, Tiao was paying the price for that arrogance. Tiao's follow up shot was caught, and before the pull even began he could see where this move was going. Tiao brought down his already raised right arm, slamming his forearm into the wrist of Garrett. At the best, it would probably hurt a little, Garrett's sheer size making it highly improbable that it would break the grip. Now would come the pull, Tiao pivoting along on his left foot to stay facing Avci as he moved. Ironically, throws were much less effective when the opponent went along with them. As such, Tiao brought his right foot around wide, stepping in front of Garrett's own left. Tiao brought his left foot up as well, staying as close to Garrett's body during the pull as possible. This would prevent Avci's right hand from striking its target, unless it was sent in a way that would pound on his own chest like a Gorilla. With Tiao balancing on his right leg from the attempted throw, it seemed he was at least off balance. It was quite the contrary however, as by pulling up his left knee he had assumed yet another animal from his Northern Shaolin arsenal: the Crane. With Tiao's left hip perpendicular to the Avci's front, Tiao shot his left leg out to the side in a powerful side kick. Aiming to strike the front of Garret's left knee with his heel, Tiao planned to do serious damage to the joint where the giant had placed most of his weight, therefore building up most of the tension that would help cause more permanent damage.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 5, 2009 4:38:30 GMT 1
(OOC: Rather than leave this unfinished, the final post will be here, based on conversations with Valencia.) Tiao's kick struck on target, hitting in just the right spot to buckle the sabertooth's knee. Forcing Garrett down on his dislocated limb, Tiao's freed left hand went to grip the hair on top of his head. Pulling on the head of hair and twisting it towards him, Tiao raised his right hand in anticipation to finally finish the cannibal once and for all. As soon as Tiao was about to make his move... The lights finally went out in the cafeteria and a couple narrow trails of red light, much resembling laser pointers, streamed in from the windows, all concentrated in an area about the size of a fist around the base of Garrett's skull where the neck met the head. The primary objective was to identify, but the longer the fight continued, the higher the odds rose to eliminate Garrett's presence... With or without his consent. Garrett was losing and they knew that. If he didn't get the job done within minutes, it simply wasn't possible to leave this place without leaving a massive trail of evidence. His use expired... And it was quite a shame too. Illuminating both their faces in the small glow of red light, Tiao let go of Garrett's hair as the glass windows shattered. If Garrett hadn't been shouting over the sound of the glass shattering, Tiao would have heard three consecutive pops as bullet's teared into the back of Garrett's neck. The tiger of Hircine threw himself to the ground to his left, away from the windows. Covering his head, he waited for more gunfire, but there was nothing more to be heard in the eerie silence. Nothing but the hacking and gurgling of Garrett Avci, who still managed to be holding himself up by one arm. [GARRETT]: "You couldn't kill me." The cannibal almost seemed as if he was smiling as blood dripped from his mouth. Staring over his shoulder, Tiao watched as Garrett hacked up more blood, which seemed to be growing in volume by the second. Tiao threw himself to his feet, Taking the step over Garret to stradle his back. Leaning over him, Tiao lowered his body as he spoke softly in his ear. "No... just not yet." Tiao pulled back on the sabertooth's head with his right hand, his left gripping tightly under the chin. Tensing his arms, Tiao pressed his knee into Garret's back, gaining more leverage as he twisted his hands sharply to the outside, snapping the dying man's neck. Tiao dropped the now fully limp body, beginning to feel a strange surge of adrenaline that was almost trancelike as the head landed with a thump. Taking a minute or two, Tiao stood back up, one foot on each side of Garrett's body. The insides of his jeans were soaked with blood, starting at the knee moving halfway up the thigh. Staring with blank eyes, Tiao brought his right hand up as he wiped the back of his hand under his nose, unknowingly smearing Garrett's blood against his right cheek. The complete silence was hard to get used to, Tiao listening as he let out his own soft exhalale. Breathing in deep, the adrenaline was finally beginning to wear off and Tiao's mind finally began to clear. He took a moment and looked back where the shots had fired. Tiao couldn't quite process everything that had just happened, and would have to take a look at things again from another standpoint. Right now, there was just too much clouding to even think about formulating a hypothesis. Tiao looked back down at Garrett, still not feeling the expected guilt of taking a man's life, even one who was dying, and even a man like this one. Kneeling down by the body once more, Tiao began to search the body, looking for anything that could be of any more use in the future. He came accross the wallet first, finding nothing but a liscence that held the name that he was already aware of, and a couple twenty dollar bills that wouldn't be of any use to him. Throwing the wallet to the side, Tiao continued to search, finding a cell phone (which he pocketed), and strangely, a key. Tiao put the key into his inner jacket pocket, knowing he had seen a Skeleton key like this one before. Perhaps if he followed up on it, he would learn that it was actually the much coveted DJINNI'S WIND key. The complete silence in the cafeteria gave attention the shouts, squeaking of shoes, and banging coming from outside the cafeteria doors. Running low on steam at this point, Tiao straggled over to the doors, opening them to reveal a couple of students laying face down on the floor, among them Vince, a kid he hadn't met, another he didn't recognize as the very hated Keith Richards (much to his luck), and finally Valencia. The whole reason he was here in the firstplace, Tiao was exceptionally at ease to see she was still alright. Following suitely was shock from the others, at least Val, at the body of Avci. Still, questions weren't fired at him as of yet in the likelihood that everyone was probably as exhausted as he was. Valencia turned around, hugging Tiao in an embrace as he spoke quietely in her ear. "I'm glad you're okay..." Not much for words at this point, Tiao had gotten his point across. All in all, it seemed that they had won the day. Given the situation, it was more or less a happy ending. However, unbeknowest to Tiao Lei Shen, the organ trafficking ring now acknowledges the Ex-Pillar, the son of a wealthy businessman, as a threat...
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