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Post by John Smith on Jan 14, 2007 0:39:21 GMT 1
“School captain?”
“Darren Blayne…”
“Top drones?”
“Dro-? Oh, Kurtz and Tiao… Pillars of the school… Plea~”
Die…
A knee deep inside his gut ended his miserable plea for mercy. Blood spat out of his mouth. The body was thrown aside. It landed in the perfect trimmed grass with a loud crash. Oh, had there been a lawn mover there? What a funny coincidence. Of course, such violent behaviour wasn’t normal, and he had already labelled himself as an outcast from the system. Few people had seen him do this horrible act, but several factors made certain he wouldn’t become yesterday’s news so easily. Only one thing surprised him, the lack of help. The pillars had really laid down a strong authority here, because no one dared to move in to stop him, to save their fellow students from trouble. After all, then they would get into trouble. He would test that commitment to their beloved, yet completely flawed, system of order.
A system build by emphatic people, for selfish people.
His voyage through the false haven continued.
A surprise the Varronites haven’t torn it apart yet, it seems they are weak without their natural leader around to lead them…
His feet walking proudly on the pavement, his mind focused upon the school, and eyes fixed upon its ridiculous large clock tower. His footsteps loud against the surroundings, people turning to see whom the new disturbance to peace was, the Varronites in shock, the Hircines in irritation. His gaze fell upon them for the shortest of seconds. After that single glance of death, he paid no more heed to the herd of his future minions. They had no purpose for him now. The loud foots steps stopped some 20 feet away from the front entrance and the man looked directly up at the bright blue winter sky a small breeze came from the south howling a little before everything went into a unnatural silence. What a blissful feeling this was, he was savouring the last moment before the storm. Silence before the storm, or whatever the saying said.
Darren Blaine… I hope you are a decent captain, it’ll make this all the more interesting.
He pushed open the doors to the school with a loud crash, eyes upon him immediately, and once again, a handful of the people recognised him there, but hadn’t he become incredibly taller? Sure some would notice, but he had no time to play around. He had work to do. Flipping open his cell phone he texted two high-ranking Hand members, whose loyalty he could be certain of. A simple anonymous message telling them to head for the main hall, for their own good they’d better be there quickly. Their services, or mere presense might be needed. His cell phone disappearing somewhere into his jacket. He looked around the place, interesting architecture style, unlike Varron, this school didn’t use fresh blood to colour their walls, quite a shock for someone used to helping them maintain their healthy sense of decorations. He would just have to do something about that…
When talking about the devil…
A contemptuous smile on his face as he saw someone get a bit too near to him, at something that could have been a blur that deemed the last joyful moment of his life, or something that might as well have been a part of a well played act. Just that it had been blood real reality. One happy boy had been turned into a miserable bleeding, crying, and somewhat screaming boy on the ground, half his face torn up from the fingers that just had travelled across the softness of his face. and his blood spreading in a sea of light crimson wonder. His right eye would probably never recover from the powerful slash, and the rest of his face was left in a miserable condition of overtime fun for the local hospital. He would survive, or most likely he would survive, meatbags had their way of dieing too early... If this didn’t call out the ‘would be’ protectors of the school, then what would?
Perhaps this…
Once assured he had not gained the necessary attention from his little display of civil disobedience, he kicked the girl in the face, the same girl who had screamed for help just a second ago, and had ignored all warnings of danger and rushed to her friends side, her eyes searching for more friends to come to the aid, but none showed, she continued her futile actions of getting some sense into the broken boy. A most courageous and deeply inspiring action. But as shown, most foolish as well. Her nose splattered into bone meal. With the steel nose on his shoe crushed her bone nose on her face. The crack almost echoed through the hallway. The crack did echo in his mind, echo like the last song at a disco where you’ve found the true love, but in this time, where he had regained the twisted love for human displeasures. Her small and frail body going a little airborne before she touched ground again and slid into a mans legs who stumbled a bit from the sudden strike on his leg. When the poor freshman boy looked down he saw the face of the girl turned into yet another wonder of human brutality. Her nose bleeding heavily from the kick, and the rest of the face turned into an abomination of human life. Her recovery process would be painful, to say the least.
Spread the rumour my future herd of minions… Find me your school captain, but I can settle with a drone for now…
And his unspoken order was carried out, they weren’t foolish enough to stick around anymore, they even left the two broken students behind. When everyone was gone, they saw a single man stand alone, with two groaning students at his feet, both completely ravaged and crushed. They would see nothing but the eminence of brutality stand there proud of his actions, ready to accept cast down their wrong punishments and their false sentences. He snickered scornfully and looked around, how empty a hallway could become once they saw what humans were capable of doing to one another. Few would dare to linger around, and those who did were either suffering from some sort of mental disease, or else they would be around to stop him. But would they be able to stop the infamous destroyer of hope? That was something to be seen. He had blood on his tooth, both literally and metaphorically. He so desired a new challenge. He was like a virus, entering the system and making it malfunction after a short amount of time.
I wonder how the system will deal with this virus…
In the middle of the hallway a tall man stood. His military boots echoed of what had happened at Varron Academy. The silent screams of people. The military boots, planned for endurance and protection, refit to include speed. Up the black pants that hid his metal shin guards. The black shirt hidden underneath the open black jacket. The hands half covered in fingerless gloves, giving him the possibility to employ his most powerful weapon. Up his bare neck and to his disguised face. The bloodied mask. The one ever-lasting menace. The one and only:
[shadow=darkred,left,300]Donar Kvist… [/shadow]
Guess who’s here…
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Post by raven on Jan 14, 2007 1:18:05 GMT 1
Raven smiled softly as she walked down the hall. Things were going rather well at the moment. She was, so she thought anyway, dating a new boy, one named Joey. He didn't mind that she might still have an affiliation with The Hand. She had just gotten a job at a local bakery that allowed her to make money, what tutoring students had done for her in Varron. With that money she had bough herself a new messenger bag as the Hircine students had been rather cruel on her first day and cut open the bottom of the one she had not to mention they had cut the strap.
Raven was dressed in her normal wear. A soft pleated short black skirt. A red cashmere form fitted sweater. Her black hair was down and she wore those high socks. The ones that were popular in anime these days, the ones that went all the way up to her thigh. Followed by black shoes. She smiled softly thinking about her lunch, she had just spent it with Joey, and she was in a perfectly good mood right now.
She rounded the corner, and froze. Her eyes went wide. She knew who that was. She didn't know what to do. Running wasn't going to do her any good she was eventually going to have to confront Kvist and see if she was or was not a member of the Hand still. Felix had left, skipped out on her and now it was just her. The whole point of being in the Hand was because Kvist wanted the both of them as a couple to help make The Hand more appealing.
"Good, afternoon, Mr. Kvist." she said softly as she stepped up to him. She was going to have to do this sooner or later, so why not now. She was being brave. Very brave, she knew it, and all the other people in the hall that were trying to be invisible knew it. It wasn't pretty.
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Post by king on Jan 14, 2007 3:46:43 GMT 1
"Wow, not the type for subtly....or thinking really, huh?"
Behind Donar Kurtz appeared, not having been summoned by Kvist's useless lackeys but rather just by retracing the steps of the fleeing. Indeed, Kvist was not really trying to hide himself hence the comment on his intelligence, as anyone would else would have probably been smart enoug hto measure what the school was capable of instead of making a violent display. No everyone in the school knew him, he would never have another person join his ranks because of it, and finally had given the higher ups the exscuse they needed to grind him into the dust. He clearly had self-destructive tendencies, but then again anyone who gets destroys thier only power base out of spite is not really the kind of guy who plans to progress far to begin with.
It seemed less and less students from Varron were realizing what ay have actually struck fear or inspired people at Varron only caused alienation at Hircine. True, the hall was empty, but that was because they didn't want to be here for when the Pillars arrived. They had all already done much worse to get to thier position, so all the school would learn from his display was that if you helped Kvist at all, you would be punished.
Kurtz quickly tossed what appeared to toss a plastic bag to the side, the thud and rattle inside depciting several heavy items and some metal was inside. It's intent right now would remain a mystery.
"Well, your apparantly too stupid to do this when you actually have a chance at holding a position, so I'll tell you what. You beat me, you can have my job, which means your pretty up open to take the captainship and this whole damn place if you want to. You lose....well, I don't actually need you to help me when you lose, I'll get what I want. Or if you want want to get so beaten that you lose any chance that you'll accomplish anything because you'll be in the hospital until you graduate, we can arrange that too."
At that student Deans suddenly appeared at both ends of the hallway, large and imposing. They were tougher than the majority of students at Hricine, the few that were otherwise capable were either on thier side or above them in the social heirarchy already. They blocked the paths in pairs, so that a single student couldn't hope to get past. They also carried baseball bats, though not really needing them to stop any intrusion. They were there in case Kvist refused the challange, making sure he would leave the school in an ambulance and never be able to return.
Kurtz had given Kvist his option. He either beat Kurtz, the only chance he had that the whole event would no just doom him to obscurity, lose the Kurtz and then be at the mercy of whatever was in the bag, or try and flee and be pummeled to the brink of death, as even the best in the city could not escape under these circumstances.
A few feet from Kvist, Kurtz spread his legs so his feet aligned with his shoulders, this being the only preparation he needed for a fight against him, judging from what Kurtz saw. He concidered the fight the only option Kvist was likely to take, as a win would actually give him a strong seat of power. All the other options meant Kvist was doomed to be powerless at the school permanently. Kurtz felt it was a good bet.
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Post by John Smith on Jan 14, 2007 18:31:23 GMT 1
A girl he had semi forgotten all about approached him. Raven. Interesting that she had also arrived in San Francisco with the rest of the Varronites, but more interesting was that she had approached him. If he had been in her place, he would have stayed far away and hope she had forgotten all about him. But this one didn’t do that, instead she found him, either a case of loyalty, or stupidity, he wouldn’t care which it was. He heard footsteps come closer from behind when they stopped the new voice began. Ouh, a criticizer, how fun. He must have been alerted by the fleeing crowd, there really weren’t anyone else who could have alerted him, since Kvist barely had any minions, yet. Turning around half way he took a closer look at this person. He commanded power, easily noticeable from the way he carried himself, be it political or physical power. He hoped for a mixture of both, one would give him some recognition; the other would give him some fun. He turned his face a little to look down at Raven. “Find me later, Raven…” To destroy your own power base, required you had some sort of power base to begin with. And right now, Kvist could only offer his well being in order to obtain some sort of power base. “Heh, you should think things through before you talk, Kurtz…” He looked past Raven and saw some people stand down at the end of the hallway, some of them wielding baseball bats, but most noticeable was their size, probably adults too retarded to get a job involving their brains and not their muscles. He was reminded of a trap made somewhat like this in the past, at Varron, he had gotten out of that one as well so he saw no difficulties in getting out of this one. Like all other people in the world, this pillar seemed to think one dimensionally, never allowing their minds to venture outside the box. But then another thing struck him. Wasn’t it usually people who challenged the pillars for the positions? Not pillars who challenged people to take their positions… Either he really wanted to tempt Kvist, or else he wasn’t very fond of the job. “Incredible, one of the cockiest pillars are challenging me to take his job, on my very first day of school. Interesting how you run your system here. Afraid I might ravage more of your students if you didn’t offer anything of value to gain my attention? Not that a position as a pillar, at this school, is worth anything at all. But fair nok you have me interested. I accept your desperate challenge. Start the match as you please…” Kvist cracked his neck and prepared himself mentally for what he might see as the first real fight in the past couple of months. [OOC: I love shortcuts ]
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Post by king on Jan 14, 2007 22:45:58 GMT 1
"Don't get me wrong, I honestly don't give two shits about these students....they have nothing to offer me, are no threat to me, and honestly they seem like the boring type. You, on the other hand, could become bothersome. Unlike the other Varron hopefuls, your strength is not defined physically or mentally, but through your own cruelty. Oh yes, I can tell you do so adore it when people fear you. Gives such a high, doesn't it?"
Kurtz hunched slightly now, getting ready to pounce. The first sign of a bad fighter was the constant desire to be defensive. Kurtz had made himself ready in case Kvist had started to take him off guard, but Kvist actually told Kurtz to make the first move. Oh how those who fear to lose stray from playing the game at all. Kurtz had just learned the truth that most Varronites probably never learned from a single sentence. Kvist, though violent, was at his core cowardly.
"You'll find this place to be very different from Varron though, and you type of fear will only cause you to lose. I'm just here to hurry with the invitable happen quicker. After all, who will fear you when they see what I do to you?"
With that, Kurtz stepped forward, closing the distance quickly to get in fighting range. He then swung his right leg forward in a roundhouse, trying to strike at waist hieght. The move was swift for a kick, and powerful enough that Kvist could not safely attempt to just catch or block it with his current footing. It was still a kick with a wide ark though, so he had time to readjust himself or move out of range.
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Post by John Smith on Jan 18, 2007 16:51:26 GMT 1
”Hah. You’re not very keen on taking advices? Or are you so up tight arrogant that your out of proportion sized self-confidence and pride can’t allow smarter people to correct you? Think before you speak.”
That was his quick return before Kurtz spoke again, it seemed he hadn’t taken the advice. He kept talking on, so full of himself and dealing in absolutes only. Kvist wanted to quote Obi Wan from episode 3, but a part of his mind figured it wouldn’t fit in right now, but he could always fire it at someone else, when he felt like it again. Kvist sighed out when Kurtz more or less hinted that Kvist would be left in a broken mess. A sneaky smile appeared on his lips when Kurtz moved, he might not hear it, or just disregard it, but it worked just fine for him, it could always distract him some.
“Everyone will…”
Already at the first move Kurtz had made, it gave the normal two striking capabilities up for taking, a punch or a kick. Seeing the slightest of movements from his opponents right leg, an unnatural movement if trying to make a punch, unless he was a cross puncher, which was stupidity itself. Around when Kurtz’s foot had been up in the air for only a moment Kvist’s left leg responded quickly. It going straight up kick. Heading for the gap that separated the two thighs. Known to men as their crown jewels. Metal tipped boot. When striking his opponent, the leg would be out of reach before it would be undercover from Kurtz’ own leg rendering it nearly impossible to block.
There still was the sake of defending himself, his left arm swinging, in a wide arc, from a high guard down into a low guard, gaining a lot of momentum from the move before it would crash into the shin of his opponent. Of course a normal human bone wouldn’t end up in a good shape after such a hard strike, quite possibly break? Kvist had a small trick, literally, up his sleeve. His left arm, containing his most dangerous weakness, had now turned into one of his more powerful strengths. A metal armguard/plate was protecting his lower arm. A soft inside made sure that he wouldn’t bust up his own arm with the strike. Then what would happen with Kurtz’ shin? It wouldn’t be a painless thing for him. Maybe what Kvist needed for his own kick to have all the more success on the opponent?
[OOC: Sorry for the damn late response...]
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Post by king on Jan 19, 2007 7:14:23 GMT 1
~Pathetic.....~
Kurtz's kicked slammed into Kvists arm, and continued afterward. Such a minor attempt at defense had no chance of stopping his attack, a simple movement as such just lacking the power. He was trying to stop a roundhouse kick by mostly turning his arm at the elbow. Kurtz noted that the arm was particularly hard, and would have hurt itself if it could have held it's position, but it had nowhere near enough force behind it either, so was pushed aside as the kick made it's way to the body. Kvists attack only made things worse, as he tried to out kick an opponent who was faster to begin with, specialized in kicks, and had started his move earlier. Even with the difference in kick time, Kurtz's would land after Kvist just finished raising his knee. All he had really accomplished it removing any hope of remaining standing he had left.
Kvist would be thrown to his left, toward the lockers on that side of the hall. He wouldn't be tossed particularly hard into them though, with his right hand still free to catch his fall, and the most that would have hit the lockers anyway would have been his shoulder. Though Kurtz was happy with how his initial attack met no real resistance, he couldn't help but wish he had swung his leg a bit harder. If he had, he wouldn't have known for certain that Kvist would have gotten back up, and now he had all the time it took Kvist to regain his composure.
"I don't think you get it...the difference between Hircine and Varron is that the students hear aren't weak enough to fear someone like you....even if you were the strongest here, you just don't have what it takes.
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Post by kaiser on Jan 19, 2007 7:35:39 GMT 1
"So Taj, when are you going to take me out, come on you promised."
"I don't know, I'll see when I have time, how about you go to class or somethin' jeez."
"Ugh, gosh Taj your such a jerk sometime."
"Heh, and that's why girls like you love guys like me." and with that Taj slapped her ass, as she was walking away.
"You Jerk!" the girl yelled at she gave Taj a playful smack followed by a smirk she couldn't help to hide.
[All these girls are the same. Sometimes I am rather shocked at what good looks can get me.]
Taj said this as he looked at a stack of papers in his hand.
He snickered to himself, it's not everyday he can get a girl to do a week's worth of homework in one night. He should defiantly take her out, sometime.
"Taj Taj!!! Some varrontie just beat this guy bad, and a girl!"
Taj cocked an eyebrow, rather in disbelief if anything.
"Bullshit, no respectable guy would ever hit a girl." Taj said as he looked through his papers, snickering to himself.
It was then when he heard a faint screech, it was the voice of a girl. Surprisingly this guy was telling the truth.
[ Who has the audacity to...]
"Hold this." Taj shoved the stack of papers into the students hands as he jogged over to where he heard the sound.
When he got there there he saw two familiar faces with bats in their hands, guarding the scene.
"Jeff!" Taj said in a friendly manner as he walked over to one of the deans.
"Richie!" He said to the other one.
"Taj!" They both said simultaneously.
"Some party you threw last month man," said Jeff.
"Yeah, I aim to please, but more importantly, what the hell's going on?"
"Kurtz taking on some Varronite." Richie said casually.
"Whoa."
"Yeah man, we can't let anyone pass, Kurtz orders." Jeff interjected.
"Mind if I get a front row seat?" Taj asked, shrugging as he did?
"Kinda...Kurtz would kill us."
"Come on.....just let me squeeze in between you two, it's not like anyone is going to accost me" Taj said persuasively.
Taj did have a point. Taj's name has been spreading through Hircine high for the past couple of months, considering his altercations with Malakai, the Benedict, and his altercation with Gilsin, Hircinian and Varrontie alike have heard of Taj in some way.
"Whatever." Jeff said reluctantly.
Taj squeezed in between the bulky men and began to observe the fight. It was then he noticed a familiar girl was there....
[Raven!?]
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Post by John Smith on Jan 19, 2007 12:53:23 GMT 1
[OOC: Despite to the very obvious flaws in your post Kurtz, I won't object the least ooc'ly, only IC, mostly due to how you handled the last person who were just the least critizising to you.]
IC: Wide arced kicks generally took some time before they struck. Straight up kicks usually had a shorter travelling time. Especially when you were a kick-based fighter. Whoops. Kvist had once been a kick fighter. And it wasn't hard to get back to your roots in combat. That just about eliminated the specialisation difference between the two. And the almost microscopic time difference Kurtz had with his kick would be countered with Kvist making a less time demanding kick. So. What would happen was simple. The kicks would strike at the same time. Only that Kvist would get struck on a metal piece that was going in the opposite direction. Turning into a punch-based fighter had some advantages. Maybe an increased upper body strength? Exactly.
Making the wide arc, but faster than kick-based arc, his arm moved pretty much around his upper body before it would strike his opponent’s shin. Not something that would be pushed aside easily, not without the leg taking some serious damage, and the power being decreased dramatically, if not stopped completely. Suddenly, Kvist wouldn’t be flung into the lockers, instead he would perhaps lose a bit of balance, something that would be made up by his strike on the opponent.
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Post by king on Jan 20, 2007 9:36:47 GMT 1
(((OOC: That happened because the guy had an attitude Kvist....and keep in mind the majority agreed with me. The fact that you would pull that on me (even after the boss man said it was not to be discussed any further, is a new low as far as I see. This was your second chance at a fight after what you pulled at the tournament. Guess what, you blew it. Oh, and for the sake of argument.
1: You were kick specialist, not anymore. You don't change your fighting style in your profile and the strengths in your profile because you have a bad move. Your not suddenly going to bring up strengths you compromised by training otherwise either. Not a valid argument
2. I attacked with right foot, your block with left arm. You'd not be able to get the force necessary to stop a round house. On one foot your not going to be able to brace yourself to get much force behind your swing anyway. That's assuming you even got a swing, since unless your fighting stance, which you didn't take mind you, would have required your arms be straight and crossed in front of you, you wouldn't have enough swing to get that much momentum anyway. If you had used you right, I may have argued you could have robbed it of enough force so you were knocked off balance instead of outright over, but my body weight is heavily behind this. Your not stopping it on one leg, as you can't brace ourself anyway, and your upper body strength isn't going to compete with the force of my entire body. You have no valid argument here.
3. There is no a microscopic difference, the only sign of me kicking is when I start doing it. Therefore you have to recognize that tell, decide to kick, and then do it. Your significantly far behind an opponent who is faster than your before the kicking specialization, let alone after. Your going to have to gain momentum and accelerate up and past my speed to strike at the same time, which you don't have time or ability to due to to your weight. The difference is too much to make up. If your had thrown it before mine started, you could have stopped me, but you didn't. You decided to fight defensively, you gave up setting the tempo. You have no argument.
You see, arguing doesn't work well against me, because I think things through before I argue, not during. That and I don't see the need to let people get away with mistakes when they try something that doesn't work. Sorry, the usual stubborn tactics don't work on me.)))
Kvist made no attempts to brace for the impact sufficiently and none when he was falling, so his shoulder slammed fell into the locker. It was not a serious blow, but the pain would make Kvist certain with what he was dealing with.
Thanks to the increased time Kurtz received because of the shoulder hit to regain his balance before Kvist could regain composure. He decided, after seeing Kvists performance to such a basic attack, that he didn't need to capitalize and attack again.
"I'm ending our deal Kvist....I assumed that you were threat enough to have to actually wound your pride but....well, your really just not as big as a threat that the Varron kids said you were. Oh well, their mistake is my benefit I suppose..."
Kurtz raised his hands and snapped his fingers, giving the men the signal to move in. The pairs advanced down the hall, blocking all exits out of it. With lockers on both sides and no windows to speak of, Kvist would have to fight through them if he hoped to escape. He hadn't proved a match for Kurtz alone, let alone with four deans backing him. Of course, walking down the hallway would take time and Kvist would have gotten back up.
"So, does the big, bad guy have anything to say before we put him on display?"
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Post by John Smith on Jan 21, 2007 1:38:19 GMT 1
[OOC: Considering things, it is the third chance for a fight. Unless you never had any plans for fighting me back at the other trap? Hmm, a shame our fights always seem to get ended because of some higher power, or your involvement with the higher powers. But let me argue a bit before we go on, and let us make it a bit more public so you won't simply respond with the good old 'Bullshit' like you did last time.
1) Not anymore. That's right. I know the feeling. I once read Danish books, then suddenly I was able to read English books and blam, I couldn't read Danish books anymore. I can see your valid point right there... He focused a bit more on using his arms in combat. Did you ever think that he might also use his legs? As far I am concerned, it is called 'Strengths' for a reason, not ‘Random completely irrelevant facts of the past.’ Well, that is what history is for… I am not there to add all things he's capable of, only those that are outstanding to the rest. Meaning. Kvist can very well once been a kick-specialised person, but shifted to a more punch based fighting style.
Valid? Most certainly.
Second. Behind the swing. Yes. What part of ‘in front of his body’ did you misunderstand? The metal armour pretty much smashes directly against Kurtz shin. FROM THE FRONT of the leg.
Valid? Most certainly.
Third. First off, didn’t I mention Kvist read your move before you made it? Oh, yes I did. ‘Unless he was a cross puncher, which was stupidity itself.’ <- reading your not going to make a punch. Kicking left. From the foot stances it could easily be seen what you would do. Hmm, the tell already came from the first step forward.
Now my favourite argument: I will quote you with this:
So, Kvist can move his entire body away from a kick, but incapable of moving his leg up in something that is usually one hell of a lot faster than moving your entire body weight around and away from a roundhouse kick that can cover a bit much distance. Seems that your part here is invalid…
EDIT: On a sidenote. NEVER FUCKING CONTROL MY CHAR DID OR DIDN'T, fucking god modder...
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Post by king on Jan 21, 2007 9:43:31 GMT 1
(((OOC: I actually forgot about that until you mentioned it....but I didn't actually blame you for that one, I considered that MJs problem. You weren't going to win and argument for catching a spinning blade you noticed mid-air anyway.
1) Invalid analogy. That knowledge, your not making this attack because with all the weights you've been lifting to bring your upper body up to stuff to be the boxer you are now, with your impressive upper body strength, you couldn't have continued the training that made your legs as quick as they once were. You may not be bad at kicking thanks to your former training, but now your muscles aren't where they were at back then. I never argued your knowledge of kicks...I argued your physical ability to do so.
2) You fail to see the point here...I'll even assume you were crossing your arms when you were standing......Your swinging an arm while kicking out with your front leg....ok, you have no brace to push against, so it's the entire strength of your shoulder and the force it can generate against my body weight.....yeah, even if the move was pulled off (which by the way, I gave you the benefit of the doubt on earlier). You just don't have the power to do this, because your effort is in the leg that is trying to hit me. If you had not been kicking, yes, my leg would be in a whole lot of pain and my move would be in shambles, but you did kick. You made a mistake by trying both moves, as the arm bar definatly would have worked without the kick.
3)The following moves are possible from stepping forward, while giving obvious indication that the other side will follow forward as well: A straight, a cross, an uppercut, a kidney shot, a palm thrust, the oh so popular exaggerated hook, a straight kick to many locations, a side kick to many locations (you plan would have worked if this were the case), a sweep (I actually considered this one, but decided it would be trouble if you had dodged, easily possible with the range), a roundhouse,or just another step forward and EVERY move that could have followed from there, which is decidedly more as the range makes more options viable. The first tell of that would narrow it down enough for a round house to be guess would be when my body leaned to the left, which would indicate I was putting force into a blow...but that could be any number of blows, and not experienced fighter is going to abandon his guard to an action that may not even come and would be easily dodged if necessary. The next would be when my leg hips turned shortly after, but by that point my leg would be off the ground heading to its direction.
Guess what, you can say that you character saw a tell, but the movement doesn't have a tell in time for your counter to work
4) As to regards to your question about it being harder to dodge than to kick, that is easily explained. You never took a stance, and your being kicked by an opponent who is doing it at his maximum range with a kick that allows some, though not a healthy amount, of time to respond quickly. Due to your standing position, you have no forward momentum or a solid footing that would give you a good push forward.
Try standing straight and kicking crotch height at the distance it would require( feel free to bend the knee, I assumed Kvist had since he was going for speed and it would have helped cushion the fall if his leg wasn't sticking straight out.
OK, now try standing again, now move a leg back and lean back....wow, that doesn't take long at all....It's as if I took these into account and gave you a viable solution that would have given you the advantage, seeing as there would be an opening as my foot landed. Or if I tried another attack afterward you would have been easily able to capitalize on the movement and actually take a real fighting stance.
OMG! It's as if the author of the attack was getting us past the arrogant confidence of the mutual characters to a point where we could actually act as though we were fighting, and not only giving his opponent a chance to capitalize on that, but even telling him the first step to doing so.
Also, as for the god modding comment, it is common site knowledge that when an Rper tries something physically possible but not going to work despite that, I continue the fight instead of having them give ......well, pointless arguments, insults, threats, and invalid analogies like I've been getting lately. Your a VIP/former mod.....you have been around enough to know that. I'll assume the best and say in the moment of passion you forgot my policy and won't enact it again immediately, as I'm still waiting for you to make the obvious escape attempt that I'm waiting for you to do so you don't get punished IC for your mistakes OOC.
Here's a hint, there's no known way for us to recognize former hand members (even if we knew of them, what are the chances we could visibly see them to begin with, or that people would display them in pillar presence). After all, what are the chances that two men could take you down without a chase anyway.....
You, once again, couldn't take things seriously....so now, I've given you the chance to get out so there are no serious IC consequences to it. Take it, and lets move on. Even if this move did get resolved, I can tell the same problem will happen again for your next mistaken counter anyway. I'd rather not take your IC mistakes personally, which by the tone of your last post you seem to be on the verge of doing.)))
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Post by John Smith on Jan 22, 2007 23:37:34 GMT 1
[[OOC: 1: Yeah, but... What if he continued to train his legs? ... Sure he kept more attention on his arms and their strength. But what if he also thought: I might just have to use my legs for swift movements. When the arms take the power, maybe the legs take the speed? ... It used to be the other way around for Kvist. 2: I can see your point there. But you just said Kvist pretty much only trained his upper body... Shouldn't that add an factor then? And the leg could pretty much break from the kick... Okey, let us pretend a game like you did in number 3, or 4. Or unnumbered. You go out and kick a metal pole. Now. Have someone swing that metal pole (Or piece of meat coated in metal) at your leg as you kick. Wouldn't that leave a pretty bad mark on the leg? If not break or bust the shin up pretty badly. Walking would be a bit hard after that... Yet your guy takes it as nothing? ... Sure, the kick would diminish the power, but the point of the kick, as I saw it. Was it would hit at the same time, as the defense would strike the leg. Meaning double pain and enough distraction to stop the kick, or some sort of shiver or whatever that would weirden up the kick... 3: To most of those attacks, a kick to the groin would work. Except the front kick and sweep. The sweep wouldn't need to go into the same altitude as the roundhouse kick and would slam against the remaining leg on the ground, and the front kick would just hit my kick. The rest of the strikes would just have Kurtz attention directed otherwise as Kvist sort of 'Preemptive' strikes him... [Thinking over it, maybe the kidney shot would be a tricky situation...] the rest, the kick could be a nice attack to match... 4: Oh, I tried that... And something funny just happened I noticed my waist getting lower from where it was before, at least in the left side. [Hopefully you understood that to make a proper kick like that, you have to lean back some, which would add to the speed.] I know the thing about the waist getting lower is too late in the argument, and the lack of it in my post makes it completely irrelevant to my case of the argument as you easily could point out, so let us pretend I never figured that out. Aswell with the obvious lowering with the knee bend... As I see it... For me to get back into a stance, that totally bring me out of the kicks way, takes just as long as it takes me to kick up in chest height. I could take time on it if you want? The god modding was to something else, let me quote: Pretty much char control which is, on other sites, the same as god modding. My bad? Oh, and I had pretty much just planned on ignoring your comment about it being a closed off hallway segment without any doors or windows. And simply walked through a door on the right or left or something and left through a window... My way of saying 'Whatever.' ... And for the record, nope, I am not taking your IC mistakes personally. Merely arguing passionately and mockingly as I prefer to do in some instances. It takes the blunt of my irritation.]]
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Post by king on Jan 24, 2007 21:14:59 GMT 1
(((OOC:
First off, you can't simply leave.....we disallowed things like that on the old site long ago after many people did it the second they started losing a fight, magically dissappearing. It's also assuming that a situation tha planned to keep you in an area was futile...as in we blocked every exit but the easiest, most obvoius, and closest to you....you have to make a proper escape. Besides, that wouldn't work anyway, as you have five people in striking range at the , moment if you did, and that wouldn't work out well. Plus, going through a door would lead to a class room, seeing as you walked away from the nearest entrance/exit...so I guess you could try to run out a window there, but that would require you have more time without reprisal.
anyway, back to before.
1. That would require you to nearly double your training time AFTER you got you arms up to the level you needed....and they would get weaker during the focus on the arms....that would require your character to be both as able as a kick-focused character and have all your other benefits....that's pushing the limits on your character both IC and by what the site considers allowable. So either your not that strong or I need to look over and see how your bio was checked.
2. Yes, you have impressive upper body strength, but your other movements heavily conflict with it. Your have no footing because of the kick, and most power in martial arts blows comes from solid footing, having something to push against. On top of that, you kicked for the crotch striat forward....you can't turn your waist with much strength while doing that, taking out most of the power of that muscle to begin with.
The reason your pole wouldn't hurt is because if you take that pole, toss it into the air and kick it at the side.....it moves. If something isn't firmly placed, like if you had your feet on the ground. Your arm is being hit, then pushed back the way it came from the force...it will hurt more than hitting a normal arm, but not enough to wound my character.
3. the move I'm doing it slower than the vast majority of those listed...and your move ins't stopping this one. That's an arguement based on your winning this one, which your losing. Front kick would land far before your groin kick got it range to hit it.
Also, you've now changed your story from reading a tell to premptive striking before the move was thrown, which meant I could easily still change my move if your story was such and would have done so, which means I would have never have continued the move in the first place. Now your trying to change your orignal post, which isn't allowed.
4. If you had moved your waist back, your attack probably would have worked...but you didn't mention leaning back. That also means your attack that your attempting isn't that quick, but longer. That is the attack speed which is failing you.....and which is much slower than simply sliding on foot back along the ground. Plus it would make the block thing pretty hard to pull off....
Also, even if you did lean, the move back would be quicker. Your not going to convince me otherwise, as this move is clearly twice as fast as what your attempting.
As for the character control....it isn't god modding if you have consent....and you forfeitted your post, meaning you gave up the right to post in the situation you were in, thus you didn't take any action....so I didn't actually controle the character, I simply respected that I couldn't and your wishes not to do anything. In short, to have you take any actions would have been character control, not the other way around. It's a long piece of deduction admittedly, so I can see how one who didn't dwell on this method before hand would have yet to reach the conclusion.
So you see, the moves your attempting are actually pretty good move, except your launched the kick too late and improperly and the block won't work with on of your feet in the air.
Also....your aware that my policy is still in effect...and I have let you argue for two posts now without continuing despite reminding you of it...your going to need to post something....)))
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Post by John Smith on Jan 25, 2007 22:04:31 GMT 1
OOC: Interesting logic you got there... Let me see. Do I see that rule atm? Did I ever see that rule on the old board? Nooooo. Meaning. It is not in effect. Unless there are secret mod rules that the rest of us can't know. And 5 people? When the hell did they get within striking range [Meaning around 3 foot for me since that is around a normal punching range for me... But to humour you, 4-6 feet to count kicks and bats] Interesting. Yet you say, Kvist can fly into the lockers and have time to get up? ... Very interesting.
1: ... What part of, kept training his legs, didn't you understand? Would he have to train his legs twice as much to keep them the same. Ehm, what?... Sounds a bit far fetched for me...
2: Okey, flip the pole into the air, and when it is going down with a heavy striking. Then kick it. Your leg would still be pretty fucked up.
3: I never changed it. If you get a tell, what do you do? Sit back and enjoy it hitting you. Orrrr do you exploit that tell and try to hit them when they attack? I hate to quote myself, but it seems to be needed.
Now, did we both read that 'Sort of' ? It means. Like a preemptive strike, but not quite like that. A tell -> Gives info -> Allows counterreaction -> countering almost instantly -> Sort of preemptive to most attacks. Even this one.
4: Sorry for not mentioning the blatantly obvious. Plenty of kicks are of course done with a straight back and your legs stiff... If I said I went for a fast kick, shouldn't the normal procedures for a fast kick be put in motion?
Sigh. Nice way of saying you didn't control it, when the proof is undenyably up there. No one but me, and those who I allow to have him do some minor action is allowed. You are not one of those, so by saying Kvist didn't do anything, you pretty much already put it in stone. It is the same as me saying: 'Kurtz suddenly flew through 5 walls, and broke his back with all his ribs flying through his chest.' : .... Well, you didn't do anything to stop it. You might not have known anything about it, but meh?
No, I am not aware of your policy is still in effect. Nor do I know what the hell the policy is...
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Post by king on Jan 26, 2007 1:08:19 GMT 1
(((OOC:....This was openly discussed on the forum....if you don't know that your not qualified to be a VIP....a position which is based on being familiar with site rules..... It applies to everyone, so no one can attempt to just escape instantly like that and not deal with persuit. Besides, you can try to gave a simple escape but my people can still stop you, even if you post how you clearly escape and what you do after escaping. It'd just be wasted typing.
As for the other question, I had the men walk back down, it's in the post. You have time to ge to get back up because my character doesn't insitgate actions (i.e., you perfrom something he will still react to it)
1. I said he would have about twice as much top form, not just his legs....that includes everything. If you improve part of your body, tat part requires more time for maintanence. You boost your upper body...which not only required the intense training to riase up to that point, but will require training to keep in shape afterward.
2. But your not striking heavily, you don't have the footing necessary to do what you think your doing. Ergo, I push back because of the lack of resistance.
3. Pre-mepitve means you did it before I did it, you didn't start until you got the tell that the blow was coming, meaning I have already started.....hence not premptive. If you had thrown it out thier before I started the blow, as if I took the first step, that would be considered pre-emptive.....waiting for the tell is reactive, and if you wait for a tell you get hit. So having a pre-emptive strike is chagning your story.
4. Besides attempting to attack forward (which you would hopefully but som momentum behind beisdes just throwing your foot forward), most kicks require the torso to lean somewhere for power and balance, and to do so without them would give the far less of both. You'd have to move your body somehow to get power behind them....a side kick where you stand directly straight is going to require a whole lot of flexibility to even be slightly awkward.
Also, your exactly right. I controlled your character....but you gave consent by not posting. You did so again by not posting IC again. You consented to this system the second you stood and reacted to my character, instead of just leaving. Even if you say I can't, you give me permission whenever I start to post without anything to work with because you continue to argue the impossible. I'm not going to bother arguing with you anymore, as I have already told you exactly how everything works, in detail, to every claim you have managed to bring up, even those that don't apply to the situation. Your last arguements mostly ignored everything that has already said, proving you not actually agruing but just whinning. Now, since you do not wish to continue this thread you can either write a reasonable escape plan (which I have already agreed to let work if it makes some sense), or continue to argue while I continue to make IC posts, which has you surrounded by student deans with baseball bats.
The choice is yours, either way I am tired of trying to talk sense into someone who doesn't even bother to read my posts fully)))
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Post by John Smith on Jan 26, 2007 17:46:16 GMT 1
[OOC: Bullshit. 1: Grats Kurtz. You just lost this part. If anything, then time is what Kvist got the most of... 2: I see. My strike is comparable with getting a straw blown in your face. That is what you are saying. Understandable. 3: Okey, mr dictionary. And the sort of: Means, not exactly that thing. 4: And is this a side kick? No. A straight up kick is not really hard to do.. Football players do it all the time. fair nok. Bloodbath time. NPC's are not considered a part of the uncontrollable part. Unlike PC chars ]
IC: Kvist's elbow was raised and slamed into the locker, no real harm done on him as Kurtz kick had been slowed down considerably for it not to do any damage. Kvist just pushed away again and heard the cowardly pillar make his escape and Kvist simply ignored him as he walked away. He looked to the right and saw the locker had dented pretty badly and the lock was missing. How fitting. His fingers reaching in and opened the locker and found several things. Books. Notes. Pictures. And other normal school stuff. Reaching in he grasped what he had hoped would be in there. A schools answer for a knife.
The first student dean swung his bat and Kvist ducked below and the bat crashed into the lockers with a loud clang. Getting up again Kvist slammed the metal pencil he had taken from the locker into the deans arm and it pierced the skin easily and was stuck in there, blood already flushing out like the Niagra falls. Kvist would simply claim self defense. He heard some more commotion and jumped sideways, narrowly getting his body between two bats going from up to down. Easily avoided. Easily countered. Kvist pulled with both of his hands and two necks were bloodily torn apart and left bleeding heavily from Kvist's unnatural sharp claws. Ducking below a swing, he found the arm of someone, pressed his palm against the elbow, pulled his arm the other way, and a crack told the world, the man had a broken arm. Kvist ducked down and avoided a bat that swung into the throat of the man who just had broken his arm. Killing him cleanly. Kvist swung around and planted a fist deep into his solar plexus. Leaving him winded and grounded. Kvist foot crushed into his crown jewels and used this as a stepping stone to get away from the remaining few deans and Kurtz if he had turned around again. Leaving 3 men bleeding heavily from either their main arteries or just from some random veins. A dead man. And someone who would never get children again.
All done in self defense. Or related to the self defense paragraph.
"Anything else before you coward out?"
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Post by king on Jan 27, 2007 3:23:20 GMT 1
(((OOC: Could argue all those points....but since your finally moving on...I'll not contest you doing something about the fall besides forfeiting your earlier post
Also, my character never walked away, please actually read the post.
However, be aware the NPCs are controlled by the character who created them, unless specifically stated otherwise by staff action....you can't control them....another site rule your supposed to know.)))
Kurtz watched as Kvist started to rummage through a locker, looking from something that might help him before the Deans finally arrived.
"I believe that would be a no."
The first Dean moved in and swung with his bat, slamming into lockers as Kvist ducked. KVist quickly used his duck to ponce back up and stab the pencil into the Deans arm, he never had a chance of actually stopping the blow as quick and short ranged at it was, but he had enough time to raise for the pain, what should be a loud cry coming across and a guttural grown of pain. Blood began to flow down his arm as two more Deans began to step in, Kvist noticing them and starting to move aside quickly. As he started he begin his counter, his side was slammed into at the side by the fourth Dean who had disappeared from his field of vision with his movements, who had waited until the other 3 had forced Kvist into a situation he would have to move. They all moved back quickly after the blow was struck.
The move had been practiced before, as these were not the teachers found at Varron, disenfranchised punks who picked on students to get through the day. These Dean's actually believed what they were doing, trained for it, and worked as a team against all the students who tried to cause trouble. they were not the kind to sit idly by and go at an opponent periodically, they overwhelmed them. The people in the city Kurtz could think of who had a chance of winning against was only numbered at two, and both worked in the system and certainly couldn't win in the current situation. No students were among the list.
All of the Deans moved back again, regathering themselves after their peer took a stab wound. The wounded Dean quickly began walking away, heading to the school nurse to get stitches put in. His actions showing he needed no assistance, three began to move again. On of the two Deans Kvist had managed to evade stepped forward and swung the bat down from far away, once again trying to force Kvist to action that would allow the other Deans a clean blow like the first time.
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Post by John Smith on Jan 27, 2007 3:44:57 GMT 1
[OOC: Yay... NPC control... Oh and
Duuuuuh?]
His shoulder slammed against something, and without further waiting Kvist followed in the direction, landing on one foot, but keeping the spin going. His nails travelled across the right guys face that was shred to blood and Kvist had a finger deep into his eye socket. The fuck finger. The other Dean had pretty much forced this reaction by moving Kvist in a new direction. And Kvist used the Dean to halt his involuntary spin. Then again. Why stop there? As soon as Kvist's left foot touched ground, he swung his left arm forth together with the motion the fourth Dean had forced upon him. His left fist collided with the back of the 3rd Deans head and he would stumble forward with a splitting head ache or quite possibly completely out for the count. A small exercise and the 2nd Dean fell in the path of the 4th Dean. Making it impossible for him to attack before Kvist was prepared again. His side of his side stung a bit, but who cares about pain.
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Post by king on Jan 27, 2007 4:59:44 GMT 1
Kvist, despite being hit full force in the ribs with a metal bat, continued through the pain to fight on. Kurt had to admit he was a glutton for punishment, but Kurtz had no doubts he would get enough for one day.
The deans, realizing that the counter that was coming would not stop, did the only thing they had time to do, they ducked. They had both swung their bats downward, and simply continued the effort, ducking under his attacks. They knew full well that Kvist had the momentum now and quickly sprung back, hoping to evade the range of the attacks that may follow. The 4th Dean having very little time to prepare himself for the blow. He instinctively raised his hand off the bat and up to his shoulder, bracing for the impact.
Unfortunately, since Kvist had not managed to hurt Kurtz to the point where he visibly showed pain when he block Kurtz's kick, the dean had no idea about the metal in Kvist's arm. When it impacted with he guard he yelped slightly, more out of surprise than actual pain before being pushed back by the accumulated momentum from the blow. He shook his arm, trying to shake off the numb feeling that began to creep into it.
Kvist was no between them again, with the 4th dean on one side and the other 2 on the other. Kvist had lost his edge though, as he no longer had a weapon of decent range and the blow to the ribs would slow the speed at which he twisted his torso, costing him both speed and power. There was a good chance he may still be ale to take out another of the dean's but he was still far behind in the struggle.
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