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Post by Gilsin on Jan 2, 2009 8:15:55 GMT 1
Ein had looked over the faces on the pieces of paper. Committed them to memory in the oddly moving room that he called his own. The single fluorescent tube was altogether much too bright and at times too dim for him, but his eyes would take in the faces, they were small targets.
The supply runners for groups preparing to assault Hircine. Atleast the few that were sloppy enough for Vince to find easily and right off the bat. Paragon had turned near completely against Genaht, few willing rat out anyone to the group. It was making their job hard, and taking a toll on the few men that were still loyal to Vince. It was time to instill more than hatred into those that opposed.
When the door opened and the engine stopped it's motion, Ein could only notice that the sun was too bright and it showed the nature of the school he was setting foot into, too well. Some would have described such a place as dark, a harsh blight on the city.
Ein thought of it as a bright white hot spot, a burning piece of slag that was trying to burn it's way through. To where? None of them knew and Paragon didn't care, it was there simply to burn and show the world what and who it was.
The wind blew, the long hair uprose as the heavy steel toes strode forwards. Eyes were upon him the moment he had stepped out, small rumors started moving, already the staggered breath of fear was stirring.
It would gasp harsher as Ein pulled a man by his shoulder around to see the face. The indignant look he received, soon followed by the guilty face of fear showed the target, almost as well as the picture he had memorized.
His throat seized and squeezed to near crushing, afew haggard gasps before his world would start to fade. Ein's eyes watching carefully, waiting for the moment when his mind shut down to lack of oxygen. When he would be given the warning that was intended for him.
Already the next move was being made, the rest would either flee or arm, with more likely to do the latter. Unknowing of the strength a fanatical Mind could store. Though few could that attended such a place.
That isn't to say someone wouldn't attempt to test such a strength.
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Post by kuni on Jan 3, 2009 22:46:16 GMT 1
"Ah shit, Kuni! Genaht's here!"
The student turned towards his peer, panic ridden as he dropped his can of graffiti and began running. Kunioku turned 180 degrees, facing the boy behind him as he began running. In his arms was a clutched can of gasoline, a book of matches held between his teeth.
"Goonhat...?" Kunioku muttered behind the matches, finding the German sounds too difficult for his native Japanese tongue.
The foreign exchange student would drop his canister of gas, turning to face the rather frightening-looking-lipless-man. He certainly was intimidating, or rather, would be if one thought rationally. Kunioku...not much one for rational thought. Kicking the gas canister, Kunioku would spill it in front of Ein, and more so all over the student being choked between them. Spitting the matches into his hand, Kuni lit the whole pack, tossing them at the back of the boy as he ignited. It was a pity Ein was choking him, Kuni would of liked to hear him scream.
"You!" Kuni shouted angrily, quickly replaced with an eerie high pitched giggle.
"Who are you?" Kuni's demeanor instantly changed, a curious look coming upon a seemingly calm face.
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 8, 2009 8:50:36 GMT 1
Ein's eyes would turn to the student that had poured the liquid, standing and glaring, the next moment there would be the foosh of fire igniting and the soft orange glow in the middle of the day. Ein's mind didn't process the question that was asked of the assailant, he didn't care for the words that would leave his new foes mouth.
His action was immoral, and the black cloth that covered the lack of lips would be removed to show the decidedly disturbing feature. The leader of Genaht would be a reaper at that moment, a grim harbinger of action that would be turned against the stupid asian that had performed such an act in his presence with no reason.
Ein's legs would close the distance with a set of strides and a pair of hands would reach forth to grasp his new foe's throat wanting nothing more than to clamp down and in the process send his opponent to the ground. Ein didn't want to just strangle this man, he wanted to bash the damaged mind against the ground repeatedly. A harsh concussion would be only a small reprisal for the burns he had inflicted on another.
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Post by kuni on Jan 8, 2009 21:15:29 GMT 1
"The lip-less!"
Kunioku's thoughts were spoken aloud in excitement, even as the man charged forward to attack him. It was a simple enough attack, therefore being simple enough to defend. Bringing both arms around, Kuni pushed against Ein's right forearm, side stepping as he deflected the taller man's limbs. The attack screamed RETRIBUTION within the Japanese mind, but it went unheard as he circled around, preoccupied with other thoughts.
The lip-less man of order! Yes! This must be the rumored one of San Fransisco--the one who dictates all actions through logic!
Kunioku's grin grew wider than it had ever been since coming to hte United States. Probably ever. If this was the man he'd heard about, Kunioku was going to have loads of fun. Kuni was everything this man strived to crush. Where logic was key for Genaht, the void of such was the driving force behind Kuni. That is, if it was possible to have a lack of a motivator as motivation. WOW, what fun this man was going to be.
"You are that grim fellow, are you not? You're this...Ein Greeson?"
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 8, 2009 21:58:53 GMT 1
Ein's actions would not cease with the simple deflection, stepping forward and turning to face the man as he sidestepped. Moving quickly as he could to flank the man and get behind him. If nothing else it would give Ein the split second to lash out at his opponent and try to keep him on the run.
A harried man would falter at some point and Ein knew all to well the best way to accelerate the action was to keep close and keep striking. The left fist would lash out in his movement, aimed squarely for his opponents side, right under the rib cage. Weight would push in at connection with a step of force.
After that, it would depend on his opponent's action. How he fell or how cleanly the blow struck. The japanese fool would not know it at the time, but he was certainly Ein Gilsin and he knew full well that at some point, All men are made to fall.
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Post by kuni on Jan 11, 2009 0:20:48 GMT 1
Kunioku's eyes beamed with excitement, sidestepping around as he intended to circle his current amusement. Of course, the circling wouldn't go far as Ein would pivot around to face him to continue his onslaught. He wouldn't be able to get behind the smaller man, if for no other reason than the fact he remained facing him entirely. He was too excited to look away.
The punch would come in, Kuni's eyes instantly tracking its movements. From first impressions, Kuni assumed the man had no formal training. Still, Kuni had no doubt the man had experience and power. Part of the foreign exchange student's mind wanted him to break Ein's wrist right away, but what fun would that be? If this was really Ein Gilsin then he'd be damned before he'd end it so soon. End it now without all the fun that was to be had. It'd be much more fun to play with the no-nonsense lipless wonder.
Kuni's right hand went to Ein's left forearm, pushing it down and accross to deflect it away from its target. Kuni didn't want to end the fight so soon, but he didn't want to get too sloppy either. As he deflected the punch he'd slide back just out of range, cackling in laughter as he did so.
"Hee hee ha! Careful! Someone could get hurt! HAAAA hee...."
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 16, 2009 22:22:43 GMT 1
(Woot for delays, blame it on The Witcher. Sidenote I'm going to assume you deflected the punch infront of you because I don't see any other viable move for it)
Ein's face betrayed no enjoyment like his counterpart, he knew his job and merely intended to dismantle the man infront of him before moving on to slapping down other dissidents that prowled the grounds.
The constant fleeing was annoying and yet, also very reassuring. The ignorant before him feared his power, and wisely so, but he was being harried and had just made a mistake in the deflection he made. Had Ein the lips to do so, he might have flashed a small grin at the man.
The deflected left arm would pull tight to Ein's body quickly as he charged forward, closing the distance quickly. He would thrust his shoulder and body into the man that had just finished his quick back step. Ein didn't see an immediately viable response for the man, the distance would be a tad short for him to dodge effectively to the side, and moving backwards would be a certain amount of suicide.
That didn't mean the boy would somehow mystically dodge or deflect him however.
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Post by kuni on Jan 18, 2009 23:51:04 GMT 1
"Haaaaa hee....oh!"
The shoulder came as a surprise, cutting Kunioku's laugh short as he was forced to exhale upon impact in order to prevent being winded. Kuni's smile would quickly return, however, as the japanese student's left hand shot quickly to the back of Ein's head in a clinch. Giggling, Kuni's right hand would do the same as he'd bring his left knee up in a knee strike aimmed for the head of Ein, likely to be lowered from the clinch.
Of course, if Ein's head was already down he'd see this coming. Having just deflected his arm down there moment's ago, he would also be in a very prime positiong to block and absorb pretty much all of the blow. Kunioku knew all of this off the bat of course, using the very destructive power of a knee as no more than a distraction as his right hand would slip off Ein's head, returning for a very small elbow to the left side of Ein's face. It was a quick hit, nothin that should take down the large Gilsin, but a painful one none the less. However, if Ein somehow failed to see the knee coming, or proved unable to block, the knee would do its devastating power along with the sharp hit to the side of his head.
Following it the elbow, Kuni would pivot back to his right, backing off again just slightly out of range to see what Ein Gilsin would do next. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Kuni didn't care. Cats were stupid anyways. He was much more of a dog person come to think of it.
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 20, 2009 9:46:21 GMT 1
Ein would continue to drive as long as his opponent stood on his two feet, strong legs pushing forwards as his opponent reached to grab him by the back of his head.
The Gang leader's response would be to raise his body upwards, the task serving a two fold purpose. The first denying his opponent easy holds by taking advantage of height, and the second to lift the shoulder that was in his opponent up, pulling him up off his feet and off balance.
Ein wouldn't stop with his opponent so close and on his feet, and here the tall Genaht leader was at an advantage. Able to use his superior height, weight, and strength to throw the ignorant back and onto the ground.
Once there Ein would rectify the damage that was caused.
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Post by kuni on Jan 21, 2009 20:17:00 GMT 1
Pushing his legs behind him in a standard sprawl, it wasn't all that difficult to slow the charge from Ein, though Kuni wasn't able to stop it altogether. Adding more dissapointment, Ein would attempt to stand up straight. He'd of course succeed, though doing so would put a painful strain on his neck as Kuni would pull the head down despite the larger body mass. With Ein standing straight up Kuni would simplify his knee, aiming instead for the genitals. That was, until Kuni's other foot was coming off the ground as well.
Kuni pushed off what stability was left in his right foot, pulling himself to Ein with his clinch as his left knee turned into a flying knee strike rather than a standing one. Not being picky anymore, Kuni's knee would land somewhere around the right set of Ein's ribs, though he didn't particularly care where. At the very least, it should counteract a portion of Ein's momentum as the two would collide, slowing it down enough for Kuni to land back on his feet in front of Ein, delivering the sharp elbow that was previously intended.
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