Crush what isn't yours (Open)

[lambo]

The sounds of footsteps could be heard as a young boy wearing a blue hoodie shielded his head with his hood from the suns hot rays. Robert was slowly making his way to the small alleyway staring at the three young boys kicking back and enjoying themselves. They were all seemingly doing the same thing, drinking, smoking, or gambling on old beat up couches.

Dipping his hands into the pockets of his hooded jacket he laughed alarming the young men of his presence. "Who the hell are you?!" one yelled stepping forward the tall walls from the alleyway darkening his view. "Just walking through" Robert responded taking a few steps forward. "This is are place. If you come any closer I'll rip your shitting head off!" another boy yelled standing up using his tall height to inspire some sort of intimidation.

Merely smirking Robert took another step forward causing the other two boys to stare at the tall one. It became apparent that the tallest of the three was the leader. It also became clear that having just been defied his goons waited on his orders. " Uh I'll giive you one last time to run away " he shouted adding confidence to his shaky voice. "I'm not that big on running man" Robert simply responded taking one final step forward. Without their leaders consent the minions launched forward extending out their hands to grab Robert.

Lifting his right foot slightly higher then a normal step Robert slammed his foot down to the ground and grabbed one of the boys wrist who reached out for him. With a simple twist he brought the boy forearm over his twisting him around till he was at his back. Extending his foot out he tripped the boy forcing the boy to ground. "Snap!" was the sound of the boys wrist giving out. Shifting his eyes to face the next enemy his reach turned into a fist. Raising his forearm above his face he used it as a shield to block the assault.

Getting pushed back by brute force was something Robert defiantly didn't enjoy. Using his back right leg as support. He sprung forward rebounding from the strike and shouldering his way into his opponents stomach. The strike was aimed straight to the solar plexus to knock the wind out of him. As the boy stumbled back. Robert pivoted kicking up with his right leg in a slanted form his back heel colliding with the thugs jaw. The boy feel to the ground whimpering leaving Robert with only one more opponent.

Taking a slightly defensive stance with his right in front of his left and both arms raised he prepared himself. "Take one more step forward!" he yelled out only to see his enemy run off. Smiling he walked forward till he was at the couch's the boys were sitting on. Kicking back he rested himself against the couch. "Now this is mine, kinda bland though" he said out loud as the beaten boys crawled off.

[August Velway]

Late afternoon, the salty summer winds picking up as a breeze through the city streets, the steep climbs of hills and passages allowing for the valley humidity to sweep away. The gray concrete, the artificially inserted bark and dirt and sod - it was nothing like the rugged orange outland of Australia, August Velway's home.

The alleys were a restricted access through the crowded roads and brick buildings, yet if driven at a slow enough pace, a motorcyclist could easily slip through traffic. Velway's cruiser revved up an upward incline, beam of light faintly illuminating the half-hidden trash cans, the black tires embracing earth and jumping across the world for an instant before landing back down, a brief tail slide knocking down a bin and flattening a pair of soggy cardboard boxes without a dent or wane.

August Velway sat back reclined on the cruiser's throne, glaring through the bleak twilight of afternoon sun and hidden shadow. He was lost somewhat, unsure what turn had led toward downtown, but with a grunt and a grin of deviant rebellion against "directions," the Aussie turned his vehicle down another path, nearly running into a retreating youth and two crawling pests below.

Gripping forward on his brake and nearly beheading a fool lain behind him, Velway glanced down at the two students as they passed his ride and looked back down the path with a frown of quizzical surprise, seeing a nasty couch and other piles of junk, and sat upon by a fourth student as if he had claimed it. He looked rather tall - seventy to seventy-four inches perhaps - yet his face and build depicted someone much younger, perhaps a Freshman student.

Little kid thinks he's tough? He knows nothin'.

Revving again and snagging a wood chair nearby, blasting it against the nearby wall, August volleys past the shredded couch and knocks his palm across the back of the boy's reclining head, passing him a moment later, and arcing back, cutting off the nearest exit.

"You've got guts taking other's property; if you think you're hot stuff, why not take me?" August growled with a grin, glaring at the boy with an unspoken interest, competition and a bit of exercise possible. Typically, dealing with Freshman was not in his list of worthy things, but if this kid could chase off three older-aged students, then perhaps it was worth the time - maybe.

[lambo]

Robert was already well asleep as he relaxed against the couch taking pride in his own triumph. After all this was only the beginning in his mission to get stronger and known. As Robert's eye lids shut closed he imagined he was in a whole other place. He was thinking what it would be like to have lived a slightly different life away from his parents. These dreams occurred ever so often when Robert slept.

It was as if something was almost signaling him. In this different reality he lived a much more calm and normal life. Getting good grades, meeting new people, and not having to fight for whats yours. It was as if he had envisioned a utopia. Then suddenly he heard a distance annoying revving. Shrugging it off as cars possibly passing by the street he pushed himself harder into the couch sinking in.

Then he heard it once again and this time he simply squinted his eyes trying to shake it off. Maybe he made a bad choice in finding a place to relax. Bitting his lower lip he sighed waiting for the sound to go away. Then he heard the echoing boom as a wooden chair was busted against the hard concrete walls. Jumping up he was meet with a slightly slap in the back of the head. Turning away a bit to slow he watched as the motorcycle cut around to face Robert as he sat back on the couch. Slowly rising up he stared forward at August showing no fear but instead utter anger.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he screamed stomping forward listenting to what he had to say. "If you really want an ass kicking then get off that bike" Robert said waiting for the boy to make his decision. He really wasn't into the mood for fighting having just fought but this guy coming out of nowhere and disrespecting him made Robert want to pound this guys face into the ground. Freshman, Sophomore, Junior,and Senior it didn't matter. All that matter was the person standing in front of him and his challenge.

[August Velway]

Velway only grinned wider at the boy's anger, the frustration of being provoked, the arrogance in his own skills for merely chasing off a bunch of mediocre pot heads. The boy expected August to get off his bike, to challenge him head on in physical contact. He seemed so convinced that Velway had no darker intention.

He was right, of course; August Velway was looking for a fight to entertain him for a bit, not murder. So while he clearly had that space available to commit such an atrocity, he did not desire nor think of it. After all, a corpse was no use in a competitive sport. It was better to leave one's opponents alive.

Kicking down his bike's stand and shifting his own body away from the vehicle, August rattles his arms a small bit to loosen his muscles, the tight-fitting muscle shirt cringing and extending along with the movements. His worn, oiled jeans foiled in the wind of his form marching forward, and his boots clanged against the cement below. His ebony gaze was wide and grinning, glaring upon his fool-hardy opponent with his own pride, his own smugness.

There was no need to intimidate the boy, or threaten him, or strike fear into him. August Velway had his opponent right in his grip, and all it took was to start the battle that would teach the kid a thing or two about knowing his proper place.

With three feet into the ring of Robert's defense, August Velway kept his right leg moving forward, left foot following with heel on the earth, right arm preparing to tense for defense, and his left arm shifting into an upward arc that would vault his fist downward until his opponent's right-side defenses.

Time to play.

[lambo]

Robert stood there waiting for his opponent to make his step forward as he stood still. His fist tightening as he squeezed pressing his own dull nails into his skin. As he fist tightened and his anger boiled he merely smirked.

Apparently this older gentlemen felt it was his place to punish Robert, something he wasn't going to let happen. Pressing his right foot back and keeping his left leg stiff he watched August slowly inch his way to Robert. Instantly Roberts keen sense made him jump as August arced his left fist to his right side.

Putting pressure on his back right leg and shifting his right forearm down he used it as a shield pushing the left arm from his right. The attack was pretty simple and was probably testing on Robert's reactions and own skills. Feeling the force of his fist the young freshman instantly reacted his front left leg moving forward to the side of his opponents right stepping in and pivoting.

Cocking his left arm back he extended it out full force to the motorcycle riding Junior's left side smiling. Even in the intensity of the battle Robert wouldn't let his smile change. He was pretty confident that he would be able to win this fight.

[August Velway]

A good start, but the Freshman's reaction was nothing special, and to any experienced fighter, it was clear he was starting out the fight on the safe side of things. Still, his extended arm was not going to help him in his attack, or in his defense.

As Robert's right arm blocked off August's test punch, the biker was already in the works of retracting the limb to his position as Robert stepped forward and struck outward with an intense left thrust. He had planted his own left leg in a position parallel to August's right foot, allowing for the attacker to shift his weight with his punch. Yet August had predicted the need for such an evasion, and it was not difficult at all to retract his right arm inward to his chest, lean backward and to his left thanks to his heel-planted left leg, and watch in the corner of his eye as the extended left arm volleyed further into his right-wing defenses. With his right arm near his stomach and past the striking fist, it was simply a matter of rapidly spreading his right arm back into the outer defenses to parry Robert's left punch, drifting the arm away from harm, and keeping his left side preoccupied.

His own left arm now back into a position on his left side, August keeps his legs directly in their previous positions, comfortable with his position as his left arm then volleys back towards his opponent in a low hook, intent on undercutting into Robert's lower chest and gutting him.