Guess who's here...

[John Smith]

[OOC: Next time, please state what it is that hits him, I took it as a push/punch. x.X]

Kvist was in for a lifetime of a fight. These people actually knew how to fight. Ducking below and dodging it. Or rather. Be close to dodging it, Kvist had one finger capable of reaching the dean, and it would. He outstretched his thump as much as he dared to and it would hit the top of the dean’s head. The strike having the normal human effect, drawing your head back. To give Kvist a bit more time to deal with the rest. His right foot touched ground, and barely a moment passed before it was on the move again, it came out in a simple tripping motion. When the dean he had struck earlier with his thump, decided to jump back. Not far behind his fellow dean, but still in enough time for Kvist to bother him. The deans left foot was hit around the ankle and successfully push his leg up in the air. Fucking over his landing balance completely. Kvist hoped the man would either land wrongly, or simply fall and let him be out of the game for some time. Completing the spin, Kvist had once again stalled the fourth deans’ attack, if he committed one, and the third would still be jumping back.

“Do you even get paid enough for this?”

Taking a deep breath, Kvist took another glance into the locker that was still pretty close to him, finding nothing more of interest that he could use, not without this fight turning very gay. He brought his guard up and used the time before the next attack to allow the hurting at his chest subside enough to make movement easier. This would be a very dirty fight.

[king]

(((OOC: ...because I would take a moment when your completely open to not use the bat?)))

The dean stumbled slightly as he fell back, thrown slightly off balance by the light attacks he suffered. He would have fallen if the blow had hit somewhere heavier, but the foot would simply be pushed aside the blow. He stumbled, but regained his footing without falling. The deans did not bother to respond to his remarks, as that would be pointless. If they wanted Kvists thoughts on him they would have simply attacked all at the same time and overwhelmed him with the same ferocity the showed, but they didn't want unnecessary injuries. They were proved correct when Kvist stabbed the other, as anything reckless at that point would have resulted in a serious injury.

Time, Kurtz noticed, that wasn't being used effectively. Kvist's main strength right now was his maneuverability. He alone could move much easier than a group of three, but he had stopped to rest. He may be able to catch a bit of breath, if the Deans left him alone long enough, but he had also given the deans time to plan their attack. That meant that they could plan ahead to take that maneuverability away. Kurtz would have abused the momentary break from combat to make a break for it, but then again he doubted he could take a hit like Kvist had as well to begin with. Kurtz dismissed the thoughts from his mind, knowing they were pointless due to Kurtz taking very different actions long before it would have gotten to this point.

The deans began to move again, knowing from experience how to proceed from the situation. Though not having as much time to recover as the other dean who had swung down with him, the dean who had almost tumbled had the best positioning to begin with. He took a few small steps forward and away from Kvist, getting between Kvist an one of the walls. To protect his advance he swung the bat toward Kvist in a wide arc, starting before he was in range but moving into it as he stepped. The move swung slightly low, aiming to hit Kvist on the opposite side than he had started, in the already hurt ribs.

His range with the bat was intended so that Kivst could not advance on him, as he wanted that position more than hitting Kvist at the moment. It was an easily predictable move, easily avoided, but if Kvist wanted to counter he would to find a way to get past the other deans who were watching him like a hawk. This would probably be the thing that tipped Kvist off to their plan the most.

[John Smith]

The dean didn't fall. What a shame, but it did indeed bring him time to take a couple more breaths that would have been more restrictive felt. One of them finally got past his shy attitude and decided that attacking Kvist would end this stand off. It would work quite well if the guy had any idea what Kvist used as his main weapon, and that he thus had a slightly longer reach than most people at his height, he didn't need to hit with a knuckle, he just needed to strike with his fingers. Which roughly gave him 2-3 inches of further reach. Those inches often proved useful. But right now. He was at a major disadvantage. 3 vs 1. And they were armed. He would just have to do something about their reach advantage. Suspecting from the range the dean decided to attack from, that he would have to move into the attack, or else it would harmlessly pass right in front of him. Stepping back, Kvist had the bat do this, pass harmlessly. Stepping back in again, Kvist's right hand, that had stayed out when he stepped back, swung and dug deeply into the backside of the deans hand. He naturally took the hand up, either forcing the dean's arm with him, or the more natural, forced the skin off his hand.

The smart about this counter was simple. Due to the dean making a wide swing, he had effectively cut off the aid he might receive from one of the deans and to the other side, Kvist still had an available arm to fend off any weird attempts at attacking him. Holding a bat, after getting his hand clawed like that wouldn't be pleasant. The strike he just had performed reminded him of something that had happened to an enemy of his back at Varron. Jahova. It had been closely related to exactly this move. Then he felt like risking himself some more instead of playing it very safe. His right hand went out in a simple straight forward punch. Striking just below the lifted arm. A place the dean couldn't see himself due to the lifted arm. A weird place to strike, but it had its advantages, a sore spot just below your arm wasn't exactly nice to swing with but right now. It was practically impossible for this dean to avoid getting struck there.

[king]

After making his counter attack, the smile on the Deans face would be the sign that let Kvist know he had fallen into a trap. The face was one with a complete lack of worry, as if he inherently knew everything would work out fine.

Kvist seemed not to realize until it was too late why the dean had acted the way he did. There were multiple reasons why he chose to use that attack. The first, of course, was to move himself out of the way of the fellow dean on the same side. Their abilities were both compromised by their proximity, and thus he had chosen to move out of the way of both of them, allowing them to do as he pleased. He had moved diagonally to both, placing him at the safest place to avoid their bats if he swung, as well as out of their likely range.

The second reason was to force Kvist back. Kvist had now had his room to evade cut in half, as now there was a dean on the other half of the hall. Instead of just blocking the exits, they now had boxed him in against the lockers. If he planned to evade any further, he would have to move into the range of the bats to do so. The position always meant there was at least one other dean that could save you from attack.

The last reason, and the one of the most immediate benefit, was that to watch him move he would have to take his eyes off the other two to the point where his peripheral vision was the only thing he could rely on. It wouldn't be until Kvist started stepping back and swinging his arm down that he would be able to see what the two other deans were up to.

The remaining dean to the left was in mid- attack, as he swung his bat in a powerful arc toward Kvists stomach. This would hit before Kvists hand got to finish his attack, and would be the first thing he would have to deal with. The swing was actually following behind the other deans swing at it's beginning, but it would hit deans uninjured ribs, and end as it collided in the locker doors. He was abusing the small range Kvist could move to make up for the range for the power he could have gotten if he had held out longer too attack with more of the bat. He could have hit Kvists stomach and ended the fight, but decided to place his bets on hoping the speed would hit.

Of course, with Kvist still stepping back he could still had the option to turn and face the dean, as he was still moving back on his leg. he could then perform a desperate dodge of the move by leaning over it and pushing his lower body back. This, however, presented problem of its own. With Kvists sight regaining the view of the other deans, he would be able to see the one remaining dean was ready to pounce as well, abusing whatever decision he made.

[John Smith]

[OOC: Close to having no idea what you did, but I will play along.]

These deans must be on a telepathic link or something. They had less than seconds of playtime and they seemed to know what the other would do. So, when Kvist noticed the second bat coming for him, he simply swung his entire body back having his left slide back and he stood up close the first deans right swinging arm. [OOC: Could we soon get some names for those deans?] It couldn't possibly stop in time for Kvist not to get his entire body, or the endangered part, behind the deans protective back. Kvist's right hand moved up after connecting with the deans ribcage, though with less power, it still struck. It went up and found the completely unguarded throat of his adversary and the thump and fuck finger found the jungular/windpipe [whatever the thing in the middle is] and harshly tried to reach eachother. Unlike a normal strangle, this power wasn't spread out over most of the throat and neck. This was a simple press at the throat. Not a pleasant feeling. And with the harder part of the neck trapped. Kvist could really clench his nails together around his prized prey. It was strange to know. But unlike most people. Kvist had actually trained his finger muscles, not that there were many, but there was some, and they were put to good use here, as the man would either die or sustain so much damage that he would have a hard time breathing. Kvist's right foot sliding up and away from the second bat that had been swung at him. Bringing Kvist away from the open space below the 1st deans bat. Forced to release the grip on his throat, before he could make sure he would die. But he couldn't risk anything at all, so he went through the most logical places to strike at for the 3rd dean, who would somehow be wondering how to strike Kvist without bringing his friend in danger. A simple way Kvist could escape all reprisals from him. Was by jumping forward, and to his right. Mostly forward. Where the 2nd would be the closest one and he had been involved in a greavely mistaken strike that would take some time to recover from. And Kvist would be free once again. For a short time though.

[king]

(((OOC: I actually think you got it pretty much right actually, even down to the current positioning of the deans bodies...that's pretty impressive to keep all straight in your head if your not even sure you got it right. Just to make sure, I'll explain it all while I give names.

Dean 1 moved toward you and against one of the wall while swinging at you, from your left, and you stepped back against toward the other wall. You then see dean 2's swing as your vision now encompasses him, and continue with your movement by sliding you left foot further into the step, evading his attack cleanly. Your now facing dean 2, hitting dean 1 in the ribs, using your momentum to alter you arms course, with your back to dean 3. You left arm is pretty much cramped against lockers now. you post proceeds on its arm from that point, as that's where most of my actions really stop making any impact on your actions

By the way, didn't see that punch coming and I certainly can't stop it....haven't felt that since Ajax)))

Kurtz eyes widened when Kvist found an opening and his fist found a home in dean 1's ribs. Granted they weren't as wide as dean 1's, but then again dean one had just had his illusion of safety taken away with a good deal of the air in his lungs to deepen the surprise. Kvist didn't even stop there, and proceeded onward with his attack. Be it sadism or sheer will, his persistence to fight back was admirable. Kurtz, however, knew checkmate when he saw it.

Dean 3 had begun his movement the second Kvist's eyes could no longer see him. He wouldn't have had time to stop his friend from getting hit with the punch, but he had his opening. Back to enemy, Kvist couldn't see it coming. Attention on dean 1, not focusing on other members. Left arm was moving into the very narrow space between Kvist and the lockers, effectively reducing it's mobility and speed. Right busy going for the throat, obviously preoccupied with. Left leg sliding low across floor late in side step to rotation, leg nowhere near the position necessary to launch a necessary precautionary blow. Right leg supporting body weight and base to push for his attack, pinned to where it stood until the attack was done. Momentum set in motion until the attack was done as well, attempting to dodge if detected would run risk of further injury without knowing what exactly what angle the move was coming from.

Kvist's entire body was too busy to react to an attack, his senses were not able to focus on it with any degree of accuracy, and his mind was on attacking another opponent. Checkmate, pure and simple. dean 3 followed in with his attack, swinging the bat over his head and on the top of of Kvist's. The only real defense Kvist's could muster in time if he even managed to sense it was to move his head to the side. He would either make the split second reaction and take the broken collar bone or take the knockout blow if he didn't react quick enough or didn't get any sign of its arrival.

[John Smith]

His fingers tracing over the throat of the first dean, preparing to end his partition in this fight, when he could see the movement of something else from above. Too late to dodge properly, too late to block it as both his upper limbs were either out stretched or weirdly cramped against the locker, he could move it, but not sufficient enough to do anything life saving. Or. Could he? It was worth a shot, after all, not taking it would result in even worse pain, or even a humiliating defeat to three oversized deans. There was one direction he knew that attacking would be near impossible to come from. The first deans direction. Throwing his head to the right to save it from the knock out blow, or atleast bring a part of the metal mask in the way of the strike in case he wasn't fast enough. The next thing avaiable for the dean to strike was the collar bone area. He couldn't really save that part of his body, and with the hard metal bat crushing into his collar bone, effectively breaking it and Kvist went down on his left knee with the blow. Exclaiming a loud sound of air leaving his body, Kvist suddenly didn't feel that invulnerable anymore. Moving his left arm would be like hell now, and he would pretty much need a quick and free escape path in order to get out of there. But was that too late? He didn't hope so, escaping the prison to get hospitalised didn't sound like a fair plan for him. He had barely been down for a second before he pushed off on his right leg and pulled with his right hand that had fallen weakly down to somewhere around the 1 deans kidney, a hard yank there and Kvist had more speed. One obstacle was in the way now, but Kvist should be able to take a single strike more to his body, if he just took it to some undamaged part of his body or simply dodged it all together. The improvised escape route took him in a starting low path close to the second dean, in mid reach of his bat, something that should be hard to dodge. Then again. What dean would suspect someone to be on the run, that soon after taking such a hard blow? None. Kvist would have a hard time believing if anyone had the endurance to the pain he had suffered throughout his life. He could only hope his desperate leap for freedom would.

[king]

Kvist made his run for it, but dean 2 had recovered from his first swing and could use his position to easily swing back with more force. He was planning on following through with that move anyway, taking advantage of Kvist lower position to slam him right in the temple, if not for what he saw over Kvists shoulder.

It was Kurtz, shaking his head.

As Kvist advanced the dean slid to the side, leaning against the lockers so Kvist could pass easily. It was clear what was going on to the other deans when their peer didn't take the easy knock out blow that had been handed to him, but they knew better than to cross Kurtz.

Kurtz watched as Kvist easily gained his freedom, with no one really stopping him at all. Kurtz had a hunch that pummeling Kvist into submission would not have really accomplished anything more than driving him forward, probably toughening himself up slightly then trying the same stunt again. Being given mercy from the beating from lackeys would probably give him more productive plans. He would not try a a foolish stunt like that again, and won't be caught by a Pillar who was less forgiving. If any of the others had caught him, his pride would be the least thing wounded.

No, Kvist would probably realized how the game was played at this school and join in. He'd start over, gaining new allies, take the most violently psychotic of the school, begging for someone to release them, and come after Kurtz again...which if Kurtz's current plans worked, made him the only Pillar besides the one he had chosen to accept challenges. Then again, if he lost the inevitable rematch, it would cause total anarchy in the student government.

Then again, something told Kurtz that Kvist would be glad to do that if given the chance.

[John Smith]

Information. It was all Kvist needed, and now he had it, but an inactivity of 2-3 weeks had been the cost of this vital information. It was definitely worth it. What this school had build all it's power on was one thing, their pillars being able to command an army against those who'd dare to defy them. Cutting the deans, would mean cutting down the pillars foundation of power. Kvist had some minor injuries to attend to before he would start on this new turmoil of his. Making a spin around Kvist flipped the bird at the deans gathered together with the pillar. A self confident smile on his face. First step: Failed. Second step: Set in motion. He still needed to know the top man though before he could do anything. Taking out the pillars holding him up, he should be lured out. The fresh air struck him in the face as he stopped the sprint and walked across the school grounds. The deans probably wouldn't chase him out here, and he had an addition to make to his formidable self defense. Something guarding his collar bone from lucky or unfair strikes.

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