Mania and Dementia (Open)

[Vince]

A quick right cross across the man's cheek and he stumbled but still stood. The same arm would fold in half and the elbow would be launched into the stomach of the man. He would take a step back and double over grasping his stomach.

It isn't enough yet.

Vince knew as he twisted sending his left fist down across the man's head and sending him to the ground before skipping back two steps quickly. Surveying the damage that was done and letting his mind wrap around the spectacle he had just finished.

There were five including Vince. His remnants of Genaht, the last vestige of thought in this abhorrence to what he knew. The last bit of order, a demented methodical logic. He was beginning to see what his mentor had saw. More was needed. They would be vulnerable unless there was more.

There were five including the leader, but Vince was the only one to act. The recently beaten boy was laying on his side trying to gather his breath while simultaneously trying not to gather any attention. The leader of the Genaht splinter noticed his breathing stutter a moment as the still standing boy stepped closer,lacing his fingers together. It was only another moment as the interlaced arms rose and then came thundering down across the fallen boys face.

Vince would look up at the small group that had watched the fight from his crouched position. His eyes showing a cruel glint of understanding, of an unnatural insight.

"Listen now, we are the remnants of Genaht. We are the Order of the Mind. This mania, this horrid slight against logic will not stand with us. We will instill order in this place. Those that deny us will find worse from us."

Vince would stand slowly, looking over the crowd. He could sense their apathy to his words. They thought their number's superior, he was just one amoung thousands. He would be beaten within the week and they wouldn't hear from him again.

"We will be fallen, we will be broken, we will be torn and we will be sewn together anew. We are meant to fall, we are meant to be beaten and stand again. We are Genaht! We are the Sewn! Tear the stitches out and we stand again! Ein was not fallen, neither shall we!"

The four other members that were with Vince would step forward and bellow a cry of approval. The crowd only then would give a look of apprehension, of fear, and Vince knew, respect. It was a start, now he could only hope for someone to step forward to join, or to resist.

He knew either case would be strengthening to the cause.

[Tai Yang]

“Incorrect! I will drop you, I will break you, you will be torn and never be the same again! You’ll be crippled and confined to a chair, never to walk again. I will destroy your morale, your mentality, and your physical presence.”

‘Stepping’ from the crowd, which is the nice way of saying elbowing jaws and kicking out knees until he was through, Tai Yang made his speech while making his way through the sea of bodies. In a rare occurrence his sunglasses weren’t defining his wide, bloodthirsty eyes, but rather tucked away in an inside pocket of his leather jacket. His steel-toed boots thudded with a low echo off the tile floor, more noticeably after every kick had landed.

Looking at the group in the center of attention Tai Yang seemed rather confused by the mouth that had just spewed for the words of inspiration. Going from left to right he counted off the number they hand: Five. Then, to double check he went from right to left, using his finger to point to each one just as he had before. Still the number remained. Bringing his hand to his jaw he stroked it softly while going into an over exaggerated “Hmm…”

Finally, breaking the ‘silence’ he had created Tai Yang stepped forward, making himself a separate entity within the middle of the crowd, bringing more eyes his way as he moved.

“You guys aren’t all that fun. This place is suppose to be a party, and rather then having fun, dancing to the music, and trying to get some you guys are trying to shut it down and clean up. I don’t want that, but I also like to beat down those types and turn the music up louder.” Grinning from ear to ear he showed off his pearly whites, grinning his bottom jaw over his K-9’s softly as a menacing look came over his features. “You guys seem reasonable. So, lets make a deal. It’s a physical game, one that will test all of your being. It’s a game of survival, and it’s simple. Either I beat you, or you beat me. If I beat your captain, then you lackey’s can do as you wish… But you,” Extending his right hand he pointed straight at Vince. “You have to work for me. If you win, well then I’ll leave you alone for the time being, maybe even control my urge’s for chaos.”

Stepping back he motioned for the circle to widen, which it did as the students stepped away from the already known and accredited psycho. Still grinning from ear to ear Tai Yang prepared as though the deal was already accepted, stepping back with his right foot and making a widen stance as his feet formed an ‘L’ shape, his heel’s in line. Holding both hands out loosely in front of him his left was extended from the shoulder in an elongated ‘V’ shape, hand held in a loose knife-hand position. His right arm was held loosely under his left elbow, his right forming the same shape as his left.

“Deal?”

[Vince]

Vince's head made a small twitch to the side upon hearing the man.

He had expected resistance, he had even expected an ego, he didn't expect such arrogance. The annoyance would show through in Vince's face. He would sigh for a moment, before the thought would wind it's way into his head. A small smirk would grow on his face then.

"You did not listen. We are here to bend those to our vision. Not for them to make demands on us. There is no ego here, I see no reason not to use my advantage."

Vince would stomp once before taking a step forward, his fellow members uniformly stepping in time with him. The timing wasn't perfect, but he knew the display would be enough for most. The small grin would remain on his face as he spoke again.

"You are free to run along if you so wish."

[Tai Yang]

“And why would I do that? Oh, and you will be my minion.”

Twisting his right foot over he brought his foot over until he was on the ball of his foot, then pushed off as he broke off into a short run. He wasn’t headed straight at Vince, but veered off to his left and aimed himself at two of the followers. Whether they prepared themselves or not didn’t matter, as he wasn’t going to bother slowing down to take on a stance. Rather then assimilating to the masses Tai Yang broke free of the conventional attack and formed one of his own, something rarely seen in a street fight: He went airborne.

Pushing off his right foot Tai Yang leapt into the air, bringing his legs up into a crouching position as he soared forward. His hands contorted from their loose form into a tight palm-strike position with his fingers spread apart – more commonly known as a Tiger Palm. His arms were raised up and spread out in line with his neck as he soared around toward them at shoulder level, ready to strike out with either limb at a moment’s notice. Rather then choosing which one to attack or which limb to use he decided to sacrifice his body and attack both, and possibly knick the ringleader.

Throwing his right boot out he kicked across his body in a swift motion, aiming toward his opponent’s heads though wouldn’t be quite close enough to strike, only to feint. With the kick he turned over his hips and shoulders as his upper body leaned to his left. Kicking out his left he did so behind his body, so that he’d start to spin around, but by this time he’d have either passed by or hit one or both of the followers, one with his upper body, the other with his lower body – preferably either his knee or boot, but the fact that he was soaring through the air with 165lbs pack down and the added momentum of his movements meant it would hurt no matter what.

Knowing they wouldn’t be strong enough to effectively catch him and hold him up, made sure of by his spin and thrashing, the main impact would be when the back of their head’s hit the tiled floor. During which Tai Yang would roll off over their heads before standing up with his feet spread past shoulder width, knees bent in a horse-back stance, his left arm extended in a knife hand strike as he looked over the surface of his palm at the rest of the group.

“C’mon boys.”

[Vince]

OOC:I honestly have no idea what you just did your post was so convoluted as to be indecipherable. So basically, I'm going to assume you ran jumped at my guys, did some tiger palm hand attack clothesline thing...and crashed into them. Seeing as you can't just start spinning in mid air without pushing off of something.

The group got ready the moment the man began his charge. Vince couldn't say what was on the other's minds, but he knew what was on his. This guy was a moron. Vince flinched and prepared to lash out as the man changed his direction and throw himself headlong into his allies.

They fought to hold him up and back, but the momentum and weight was too much. One of the Genaht would be too dazed to do much of anything, the other however, would grip onto Tai. Mostly out of instinct and in a second of understanding, from keeping the man from getting away from the other three.

It would only be a moment for Vince to turn and interlock his fingers, then slam his fists down upon the spine of his opponent. The other two men quickly following Vince's lead by slamming their fists into the back of their foe. At this rate, this fight was to be over soon.

[Tai Yang]

‘Hm, one of these bastards actually know’s something.’

As Tai Yang remained laid out across the top of two of the gang’s members he felt one holding him down, despite his attempts to roll away. The other, well, he not only smacked his head firmly into the ground, but then received Tai Yang’s right knee straight to his jaw. If he weren’t knocked out then at least he wouldn’t be able to hold him back. Trying to push away from the one holding him down Tai Yang pushed against the tile floor by the mans head with his right hand, using his left palm to smash violently into the mans crotch. The only problem was the other tree advancing toward him, possibly already attacking.

Being propped up on his right knee – compliments of having smashed it into one of their faces on landing, then having the head turn and his knee slide onto tile – Tai Yang looked back over his left shoulder, yet it wasn't near fast enough to avoid the decending fists of the kneeling Vince. The most he could do was push off with his right hand and twist his torso over, taking the blow on the right side of his back rather then his spine. Having no where to go but down from the force of the blow he dropped his right elbow right into the nose of the one holding him, ultimately he'd break it with his elbow combined with his dropping weight.

Rolling away from Vince he found himself stopped by the feet of another, another follower to the loud-mouth. Covering his head with his forearm's he barely blocked the downward punch, only to send his left hand up at his attack. He wasn't going for a punch, but a finger tip strike right at the eye. It's five on one, he wasn't going to bother with fair play.

Whether or not his fingers dug into the optical sensors or not Tai Yang's right boot would kick upwards from the ground in order to knock the man unconcious by use of steel-toes. Assuming it worked he'd kick his left leg up and try to roll backwards, both moving away from the other opponents and bringing him to his feet.

[Vince]

Two down, as the nose of one of the Genaht was smashed and blood spurted outwards. Vince's blow didn't hit it's planned target, but atleast he managed to wing his foe and keep him on the run. There would be a short scream as the Asian's finger strike would scratch at his attacker's eye, not quite piercing but producing the desired effect as the aforementioned scream demonstrated. He would grasp his face and fall back, thankfully dodging the steel toed boot, though that only improved his usefulness by the slightest of margins, he woudln't do anything else but whimper and hold his eye for the rest of the fight.

There would be a grunt as he watched his foe rool heels over head backwards trying to regain his feet. Something even with his two on one advantage he'd prefer the man not get. Vince would rush forward at his foe, simultaneously signaling his last standing man to go around the side of his quickly recovering foe.

Within a foot of his foe, Vince would drop into a foot first slide intent on slamming his own boots into his foe before he could stand fully and send him sprawling onto his back. At which point the remaining ally would be ready to jump onto the common enemy and stomp him into the ground.

Still, even if Vince was avoided in his slide, the remaining Genaht member would be ready to keep the foe on the run. If they could keep him off balance long enough it would be over and it was looking like the time was drawing near.

[Tai Yang]

As he threw his feet over his head Tai Yang pushed off with his right hand as he went into a sideways backward handspring crazy-only-works-in-the-movies type of flips. Having basically gone from laying down, to a hand-stand, then over onto his feet in a manor that could only be described as insane the young Chinese American found himself still out of luck when it came back to mounting a counter attack on the last two remaining opponent’s. As his boots landed firmly on the floor he found himself to actually have a somewhat stable base, more stable then should he be wearing sneakers or anything else with a looser fit around his ankles.

Without a clear view of his opponent’s in front of him Tai Yang took roughly half a second to think about what he should do. Obviously, in this situation he was going to push for something more evasive, as he couldn’t tell what type of attack his adversaries were going to do. So the question was, which way should he go: Forward, or backward? Backward held the momentum of his prior summersault, making it a tad bit easier to continue the motion, but forward was more difficult and harder to predict. Well, the answer seemed obvious the instant he thought about it.

Lunging forward he’d dive straight past both of his enemies, stretching both arms out as he went into a forward roll. As his feet came around to the tile he felt himself playing gymnast as he pushed off and went into another tumble, further distancing himself from the two men whom he had challenged out of the five. Having already taken down sixty percent of their force he felt confident, even more so then when he looked at the numbers against him.

Standing up he begun to feel the aggrivated pain from the pounding fists of one of his opponent's. The ring leader of the group had gotten in a strong blow, and after rolling over it twice against a tile floor he began to feel the pain on his back.

Pivoting around he entered his fighting stance right away, his left side leading as he held his hand out in a knife-hand, having it extended like always, but with his right hand in a loose palm-hand back by his shoulder, palm facing his opponent. He kept his right shoulder relaxed and his arm back in order to attempt not to over stretch his back muscles, which would give away a sign of weakness. Positioning his feet he didnt put them to far away, and for once he seemed to be standing more upright, only with a small but noticeable bend in his knees. His stance was a bit wider then a boxers, but not by much.

“Well, wasn’t that exciting. Got three of you buggers, now lets see how long it takes for the last forty percent to fall!”

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

This is a warning to Tai.

You are not the flash. And from what i've seen, Vince has had ample opportunity and, in my opinion, very much able to sock you a good one. You're developing something I call Metagaming, others God Modding, and to the kiddies, 'I don't take hits syndrome'. Either get off your high horse, or face consequences.

[Vince]

Vince would have the moment to watch as his opponent jumped over him into a roll as he slid past. There would be a harsh mental curse as the leader of the Genaht sect fought hard to get back to his feet, but he knew that this time it would be out of his hands. He simply wouldn't be able to catch his feet and turn around in time to catch his opponent off guard.

His Genaht ally however, was already on his feet and it only took him the split second to adjust his footing and rush behind the man that was quickly rolling his feet. He would have preferred to slam his fist into the back of the man's head, but he wasn't quite quick enough for that. Instead, the Genaht member would get within range just as Tai was turning around to fall into his stance.

The hard running right fist would be aimed to slam into Tai's face and hopefully knock him hard enough into the ground that Vince might have time to catch up. If nothing else a solid blow would carry abit of weight in the fight.

[Tai Yang]

As Tai turned around with his left hand leading he felt the blade of his hand push into his opponent's shoulder, right at the joint. This, however, didn't really matter as what he really felt was the force of the man's right fist connecting with the side of his jaw. There was a complicated degree of physics here, he was turning around, the fist was coming toward him, but to a degree his hand might've held slow down and limit the force of the punch. But the end result was that he was pushed back, not quiet balanced enough to maintain the blow and stay where he was. Instead his upper body swung back around from the direction he just came, only swinging lower as he dipped down out of natural motion to avoid another consecutive strike.

His jaw hurt, his brain making a note of it as a surge of warmth rang throughout the left side of his face, moving from the bottom of his jaw up through his cheek. His smile wouldn't be so perfect anymore, rather crooked with a possibility of his lip swelling up. But, his jaw wasn't the only concern, his body had flipped the switch once more, going from his cocky demeanor that he was about to push onto his opponents back into survival mode, which started when he failed to roll away after using his body as a weapon and flying into two of the gang's members.

With his right leg still acting as a pivot he stepped around and away from the gang member, though didn't step back to his original spot. Rather, he stepped back half way and before putting his foot down and pivoting around on his left leg. He took a step back with his right, keeping his upper body low but looked up at the one who struck him. With his left leg back he rose up into more of a fighting stance, keeping his shoulder and head hunched forward a bit as he re-extended his left arm, his hand reforming the knife-hand position as he'd keep his eyes out for the second fighter, who was assumingly coming toward him. From his new postion he'd be able to keep an eye on the one who socked him one while using his peripherals to look out for the other one.

'Good thing the punch wasn't higher, or my eye would be swelling up.'

For the time being he was doing his best to focus on the fight, letting his adrenaline continue to mask the pains his body was absorbing until he had a time to rest. This wasn't the first time he took a group beating, he knew how to survive in these instances, and his body knew how to adapt.

[Vince]

OOC:Delay I know. Work has been a pain.

The Genaht member would push past Tai slightly with his running punch, momentum keeping him from pushing the attack further. It was unfortunate but by the time he had gathered his feet again, Tai had done the same and was ready. Though with a wicked mark on his jaw for it.

Vince was up at that point as well, already moving towards Tai as he was up and ready. There was a quick open palmed stop movement to the ally as he kept moving forward. The foot steps would skip a beat five feet from Tai, Vince would make a small leap to catch his footing before dodging to his right. Vince's left fist swinging out at the mid section of his opponent while he did so.

The attack wouldn't be excessively powerful, but it would force his opponent to react. If he didn't he would almost certainly take a good bit of the hit, if he turned to counter or block effectively he would be putting his back on the Genaht ally. Vince knew if he could keep a split front on the man, they would be victorious. It was just a matter of keeping himself on one side and his ally on the other.

[Tai Yang]

Tai Yang knew he needed to start mounting an offence; he couldn’t just rely on dodging until the end of the fight. There were two of them and only one of him, their combined stamina would only rival his ego, but completely destroy his own in the process. Just like his plan at the beginning of the fight he needed to eliminate their numbers as quickly as possible, the best way to do so was to catch them off guard.

Using his peripherals he watched the ringleader of the reduced pack of dogs charge toward him, a bit of a contrast to the beginning of the match where they were calm and collected and he was the rushing one. Personality wise they were probably still in the same situation, but he still found humour at the swap of motions. The easiest way to eliminate a charging opponent – from his own experiences – is to take out their legs, reacting to this Tai Yang tucked his right leg into his body, turning his hips over and pointing them at the charging opponent, when he believed the timing to be right he struck out, going into a low shin strike with his body following. As the side of his boot struck out toward his opponent’s shin the group’s leader evaded with a quick leap to the side, and little did Tai Yang know but he also avoided his opponent’s attack at the same time.

Having ducked his body down with the attack, only keeping his left knee relatively bent in order to push off and resume a position quickly, he successfully swept his body under his opponent’s mid-range attack, and would temporarily find himself to the back of his opponent. Pivoting over to fully face his opponent Tai Yang went into a horseback-stance, basically averaging out the bent in both knee’s as he brought his arms into his body. Tucking them into his torso he extended his fingers and pushed back off with his right foot, pushing both arms out to catch his opponent off guard and send him stumbling forward a few more feet, perhaps a few more meters if the timing was right, then he’d originally expected.

With this time he’d try to eliminate the last henchmen before taking on the boss one-on-one. He’d step off his left leg, moving toward his target with a rather wide step – but just like with his shin attack his body remained low. This helped him pivot and move with balance and speed. Planting his left boot down he kept his heel raised as he spun around, chambering his right knee into his torso while doing so. As he came around he kicked out at his new target with three furious kicks; the first was aimed at the inside of his opponent’s right thigh, though if he had his other leg forward then it would just strike the front, up near the hip. The second snap would be targeting the mid-section, not going up much higher then before, just trying to provide painful kicks in succession to one another. For the third Tai Yang would have a good, precise target in focus now, and kick at his opponent’s head. Should the follower hunch over more then anticipated, it wouldn’t matter, as Tai Yang would drop his right shoulder and pivot his hips over, turning the sidekick into a back-kick, aiming the heel at the face regardless.

Provided everything went flush with his plans Tai Yang would drop his right foot immediately, giving him a left foot toward stance with the leader somewhere near the center of his vision, though more so to his right. He wouldn’t be hard to track down, the only difficult part would be countering quickly enough should an attack already be on it’s way.