Rematch in an Alleyway (Nathan)

[Dante Williams]

Dante took a breath as he checked his watch. It was about 8:00pm, and it was getting cold. Steam poured out of his mouth as he exhaled. I don't even know where I'm going... Dante thought coldly, he had just had an urge to go somewhere, and now the destination would only be revealed by where his feet took him. He always loved the cold weather, it gave a certain atmosphere about his environment that he just had always really liked.

He pulled the hood over his head. He was wearing a black hoodie-sweatshirt along with tight jeans and some new white and blue tennis shoes. Then he shoved his hands in his pockets as he continued to walk. He'd been doing well, and he has been having more time than ever to act and follow his hobbies. Hell, he was even becoming a little famous.

But, there's still something missing... Dante thought as he looked at the sidewalk he was walking on, Rebecca... He sighed and looked up, and stopped. "So," He said while looking up. At God? Maybe, if there was anyone up there, "This is where you want to take me? Why?"

He had stopped at the alleyway where he had witnessed a traumatic experience for Rebecca, and also for him. This is the location where Rebecca was raped by some stupid son of a bitch. He sighed as he walked into the alleyway, and remembered tears rolling down Rebecca's beautiful face, and Dante trying to hold back some tears as well as he held Rebecca in his arms.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him and whirled around to see who it was.

[Nathan Branigan]

Pain, sweat...and a Cherry Soda. This is what Nathan had experienced this night. He was out for a might time jog and had just finished about half and hour ago. His route conveniently ended near a Seven eleven, where he bought a soft drink to enjoy on the walk back to his school dorm. He was wearing a gray hoodie, gray sweats, and black running shoes. He just finished his Cherry coke and found an alleyway with a trashcan where we could throw it away. Looking deeper into the alley he saw the figure of a teenager, probably a male. So, curious, he approached. The main give away of him heading over to him would be the white air coming from his mouth as he breathed in the cold weather.

Once Nathan closed in, he immediately recognized who it was. Dante Williams, a seventeen year old Varron transfer. He sparred with him a few months ago in front of the school, but the fight had to be halted to avoid trouble with the Watchers. However, no one would trouble them here. Even though it was a little late for a spar. Not to mention kind of dark.

"You know, Dante, you shouldn't hang around places like this. Could be a little dangerous for a shrimp like you..." Nathan said with a smile on his face, giving away his joke. He then measured up Dante with his eyes, noticing a change in his acquaintice. "Although, it looks like you've grown some".

[Dante Williams]

OOC: Sorry for the crap post, kind of rushing this

IC:
Dante smirked as he saw the figure of one of his old opponents, Nathan. He remembered the stop of their fight, and his eagerness earlier to have the rematch. But then again, since Rebecca had left him, he wasn't as eager to fight anymore, though he has greatly improved. His old enemy had made a snide remark at Dante's expense, "Well, I think I can cope." Dante replied while rolling his eyes. "...and thanks for noticing..." Dante said with a touch of both sarcasm and anger.

He pulled his hands out of his pocket, the cold now surrounding them, and not too soon after that, making them freezing. Though Dante loved this kind of weather, he never really did get used to the cold...

"So," Dante said, his tone practically dripping with sarcasm, "Did you just talk to me to tell me I've grown, or something else..." He exhaled, steam billowing around his head as he cracked his neck.

"You know, you still owe me a rematch," He said humorously as he walked against a wall and started to lean against it. So many memories in this place, and do I really want to fight him again? Now of all places? Dante just didn't know. To be honest, most of it would depend on Nathan's reaction.

But then again, I'll know that it'll turn out badly in my favor... Dante thought darkly, nothing ever turns out well anymore, anyways...

[Nathan Branigan]

Nathan laughed. Obviously Dante was irritated by what he had said. Although, it troubled Nathan that Dante always took what he said seriously, he paid no attention. If that was how he wanted to perceive Nathan then he was fine with that. They weren't friends anyway. Still, he did become increasingly annoyed with Dante's sarcastic tone. "Relax Dante, you're not so important to me that I would go searching alleyway for you in the night" Nathan said, finally showing his being fed up with Dante's tone.

"You know, you still owe me a rematch,"

Nathan heard this and smiled. Now wasn't the best time to have a rematch for him, after all, he would have to take a test on the Jacksonian Era the next day, one that he would fail if he was too tirec. However, he took little notice to this. "I do, do I? Doesn't really matter anyway. I'm pretty sure everyone knows that I would have kicked your ass anyway. But if you insist than I guess I can't refuse" Nathan said in a hurry to Dante, itching to get started. He raised his fists in front of his face and prepared for the fight. "Well come on Dante, I don't have all night".

OOC: Sorry for the late reply. Also, the stuff written in more so due to Dante's tone and Nathan just finishing running and needing to get rest for a test tomorrow. Basically, impatience.

[Dante Williams]

Dante's eyebrows cocked as Nathan seriously replied to him talking about the rematch. He wasn't really serious about that. He was just kidding about that. He couldn't really care one way or another about fighting Nathan, well, not here anyway....

"Insist?" Dante snickered a bit, "I was only kidding... and no offense, but it seems that your the one whose more ready to fight." Dante noticed the haste that Nathan had to start fighting. Mostly it seemed that Nathan was probably pissed at the way that Dante was talking to him earlier. Well, Dante thought, Not really his fault, he has no idea what happened since we last fought. And there's no way he could've known what had happened here...

But then again... Dante thought sarcastically, He doesn't have to be such a dick about it either... He hopped from foot to foot, as a way to gain momentum, ...and as always I have to make the first strike!, and then he quickly rocketed forward towards Nathan and made a quick feint right jab towards his enemy's face, then quickly as he was distracted with his fist, with the slight forward momentum that Dante had gained from the fake punch, he made an attempt to sweep his enemy and make him fall down.

By now, had known that his enemy had been mostly dependent on his mobility, and decided to use that to his advantage. Another advantage was that now that Dante was taller, there wasn't much of a size difference between them and height wouldn't even matter in battle anymore, so Nathan couldn't use it as a constant advantage as before.

I just wish we didn't have to fight here, Dante thought morosely as he carried out his attack. This attack wasn't meant to really harm his opponent, but mostly to see how well that his opponent had improved...

[Nathan Branigan]

OOC: Sorry for the shortness. Also, I'm not based on mobility, but strength and endurance. Kind of all around though.

Dante had made a bad mistake. Throughout their last fight Dante had proven that he relied on his speed to get away from attacks as well as some counters. However, he charged straight at Nathan, in an alley. He could not easily avoid him in this area. Nathan, however, was comfortable with defending against hits head on. He would avoid them if he could, but he didn't rely on it. Dante also seemed to have a considerable error in his attack. They we near the same height now this much was true. It may have given Dante a false sense of security. However, Nathan was stronger than Dante just as Dante was faster. However, the area worked against Dante and for Nathan.

He came straight at Dante to meet the assault. He prepared for the punch, but also a sweep. Dante had tried this exact attack in their last fight. Coming in close would stop Dante's sweep by meeting with his thigh. His hands in front of his face, he was ready for the counter. It was simple, but effective. He merely opened his right fist to grab Dante by the throat. He also sent a knee to Dante's stomach to knock the wind out of him. This was an add-on to the true attack. He would twist Dante to the left and use the momentum to slam his head into the concrete wall. He would have defenses lowered while gasping for air. This would case intense pain in the back of his head. His left fist would punch Dante straight in the nose to aid the concrete once it helped throw him into the wall. He kept his gut tense and ready for a counter attack, but unless Dante stopped the knee, it was very unlikely to be effective.

OOC: If this is Modding, just tell me, I'll change it.

[Dante Williams]

OOC:
It's all good, I just count that kind of stuff as assumed hits... >.>

PS, sorry for the short length of the post...

IC:

Dante watched as his opponent had rushed towards him and was slightly frustrated as his attack wasn't affected, but no matter, there was no time in a fight for real frustration, or any emotion. But soon after that, Dante saw Nathan's open-fist come towards Dante's neck, probably an opening for another attack. Unfortunately, the attack reached Dante, as he felt his opponents icy cold fingers close around his neck as Dante landed and planted his right leg.

But not too soon after that, Nathan attempted a knee into Dante's stomach, and since Dante was turned, Nathan's knee would have to go in a curved motion to the left, which would take a bit more time than normally, and would slightly weaken the attack, which was good as well for Dante. He swiftly pulled back his right arm, but not completely, that would take too much time. Just enough to reach Nathan's raised right leg. He grabbed it by snaking his arm over the top and under it, but even though he grabbed it, Nathan's knee still hit Dante's stomach, but luckily, it wasn't as powerful as it should've been due to Dante being turned. And now that Dante had Nathan's leg, all future attacks could not occur.

Dante pulled Nathan's leg tighter towards him and at the same time he attempted to turn around slightly while pulling it to make Nathan lose balance or trip, and unless he was Superman, it would cause him to let go of Dante's neck. If he did let go of his neck, then Dante would let go of Nathan's leg and whirl around while jumping backwards, getting out of the range of danger.

Hopefully this time HE'LL go first... Dante thought as he watched the events play out.