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Post by Sedrix West on Mar 13, 2007 10:41:59 GMT 1
ooc: Your on Malikai!
Dante had come to his side, miraculously. He kicked some students that encircled him, as Sedrix kicked a few in front. "Good to see you, Dante." He said in an expressionless tone. Over the raucoss yells of the student war, Sedrix could only hear so much from Dante, the only thing that made sense was, "... what do you think we should do now?". Sedrix shrugged.
"For fucks SAKE!" Sedrox cried. Slamming more students with almost all the limbs of his body. He had been hit a countless amount of times, and was begining to feel weak. He delivered a sharproundhouse kick to a Hiricine's face, but payed for it, another took a shot at his stomach. Sedrix wheezed, and had to lean against a locker for a few seconds, as the kid got to work on his back.
He whacked the back of Sedrix's knees, causing him to tumble. He was on one knee facing the locker. He boosted off the locker with both hands, span, and smacked the ignorant student accross his face. Sending him sliding about 15 metres to the side. "Fucking kids" he said aloud. He got up again, now weary, and battle-worn. Shaking on his feet. He put up his guard, and waited for the next attack.
When... The alarm sounded. The roarcuss cries of the battlefield were drowned out by the screech of the alarm, echoeing through the hallway. Sedrix returned to a full upright position, and looked around. The crowd was begining to disperse, maybe this was the end of the battle?
He saw Tiao down the southern end, "Ah, that would be why." He knew for fact Tiao was... 'capable' of things. After all it was him that broke Dante Williams leg in a fight. Sedrix knew best as to stop this madness now.
He headed for the northern exit, simply pushing past, or blocking the punches that come his way, he wanted to end this horrible mistake with some dignity left in him. He stopped, at a particularly large, non-dispersing crowd. When he felt something hit him. The force made him take one step forward. He looked back, and a small bag was on the floor, apparently hitting him straight in the back.
This being a not terribly unusual thing in a battle, he thought not much of it. Except, when he looked up, he saw a Hiricine student. Who was yelling something... "IT'S TIME TO PLAY BOY I HOPE YOU'RE READY!!!". "Well, actually, i am pretty hurt..." he thought to himself. But this would give him the reputation of a guy who just picks on people weaker than him, and this guy looked quite strong.
He turned back, seeing he was not going to get past this crowd, then turned his whole body around, to face Malikai. "Very well Malikai..." He said calmly. He raised his fists to his stance, and started hopping lightly on his feet, he was ready. He was not sure whether he should fight back, maybe he should just leave it to his endurance, maybe he should just defend, he would have to see what happened.
Either way, he was ready for assault.
He turned to Dante, still at his side, and said
"I'll take him..."
((ooc: Bring it, Malikai...))
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Post by Dante Williams on Mar 13, 2007 17:51:02 GMT 1
Sedrix greeted Dante in his normal, nonchalant way, "Good to see you, Dante."
Dante grinned and replied, "Same here, bud..." Though it looked as if Sedrix was as clueless as Dante was.
Dante sighed, when suddenly the fire alarm sounded. Some people stopped for a while, then just shrugged and kept on fighting.
Soon then, the sprinklers stopped and Tiao came... Tiao... Dante thought, he'll probably stop this, though I hope he does it right this time...
"Anyone who still chooses to fight will be reprimanded." Dante heard Tiao's booming voice say. C'mon Tiao... you're doing it right so far... now just leave while you're ahead...
"But I feel this is a Hircine versus Varron moment, and neither side will be satisfied without violence."
No... Dante thought, shaking his head as Tiao continued, "I caught sight of you striking down a few students. So this is how we are going to settle this. You and me, right here, right now. You can stand for the Varronites, and I will for my Hircinians. When I beat you to the ground there will be no more seperate sides. Feel free to watch, I encourage it. When this is over we won't be seperate entities, we will only be one mass of students attending Hircine High!"
"TIAO!!" Dante yelled, "YOU'RE A FOOL, A GODDAMNED MORONIC LITTLE IDIOT! YOU REALLY THINK YOU'LL CHANGE ANYTHING?"
And then some strange student with a Russian accent came running towards Sedrix, "IT'S TIME TO PLAY BOY I HOPE YOU'RE READY!!!" Dante was ready to fight besides Sedrix and help him, when Sedrix said, "I'll take him..."
Dante shrugged, he knew that Sedrix probably could, he turned away to kick another Hircinian.
Right then, a rather large student plopped himself right next to Dante and asked,"Hey kid, you with Maverik?"
"And if I am?" Dante asked raising an eyebrow, then his eyes widened as he saw the student's fist come right towards his left kidney.
Dante thought, Oh God I'm screwed! When Jellar jumped in and saved him. Dante jumped to his right and said to Jellar, "Hey... thanks!" Then he ran towards Pain Killer and attempted to knee HIS kidney, but before that, he asked, "Who the hell're you?"
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Post by Leon Loire on Mar 13, 2007 20:26:02 GMT 1
"Loire, behind you!" came out a quick yell from the left of Leon's ear, instinctually activating his nerves to send a reverse elbow strike directly behind his left arm, expecting to catch something - yes, something: an expecting palm, which caught Loire's strike with ease, and prepared to give him harm for the attempt. In desperation, Leon twirled his body toward the left side, expanding his left arm to maximize its spread so the hold lightened, before quickly shooting his right leg into a mid kick at his attacker's torso, the momentum of his movement dealing a amount of shock to the Hircinian's chest, forcing him backward into a wall, where Leon's ally finished him.
Loire released a sigh of relief at the last ditch save, watching as his unnamed ally came toward him and examined a small cut across Leon's lower back, "Where'd you get that from? He didn't hit you."
The fellow Varronite was rather tall, a good three inches superior to Leon, but held the same basic appearance as any other Senior student. He wore an untouched 5 o' clock shadow, and along with a pierced left ear, gave the student a sort of "rugged" appearance.
"With all the bodies and limbs flying around, do you really think I'd know?" Leon responded, watching as another Hircinian came forward, sending a mediocre punch toward the the back of Leon's ally. Grabbing his shoulder and tipping him toward the right lightly, Leon dives forward in a low punch, sending his right arm to run against the puncher's attacking arm and eventually curve it away, while Leon's own left arm swiftly struck the Hircinian's stomach, forcing him to the ground. Leon wasn't aiming to maim; he was only there to restore peace, and force off the far more dangerous attackers. This one was merely a Freshman.
With a thankful pat on Leon's shoulder, the fellow Varronite nodded towards their left, "Come on, I think I saw someone I know. We can use their help to start organ- - oh, what the hell!"
Suddenly Leon felt a splash of rain surround his entire body, and found his slightly raw left hand rise up to act as a shelter for his eyes. It wasn't rain of course, but rather the sprinkler system... but who in their right mind would set a fire now of all times?
Or rather, who would activate the sprinkler system... it was either the absolute genius of a Watchman wishing to send the fighters running, or a loyal to the Pillars wishing to get their attention. Since Leon knew these fighters were too tough to be scared off from simple water, a fear began to rise that the actions were from the latter possibility.
'Great, that cuts our chance of actually organizing in half...'
Looking around him, Leon noticed the absolute chaos of the battle still raging. Hircinian clusters were attacking lone Varronites, pummeling them; Varronite fighters seemed uncertain who to attack, and at times struck at each other out of bloodlust or even revenge; chaos, conflict, utter agony... it was all there.
Then, briefly, it all stopped, when the sprinklers died down, and without missing a beat, Tiao Lei Shen, one of the school's far more aggressive Pillars, arrived on the scene - right in front of Leon Loire.
'Shit!'
It seemed the majority of the Hircine attackers quieted down for a few moments, actually being sent into fear by their Pillar; fights continued onward in certain clusters, however, as the mass of Varronites didn't seem to give an absolute damn about an authority figure from the opposing side.
Gazing in surprise back at Shen, Leon knew the inevitable clash between himself and the Junior conservative was about to occur. It didn't help things that his only known ally in the battle thus far was charging right at him.
'Wait a minute!'
Leon wished to yell these words out loud, but never had the chance, as Shen grabbed the man by the throat and sent him straight into a sheet of glass, subduing him.
'Great...'
Within a few moments, Shen went into police mode, ordering all students involved in the riot to end the violence immediately. A Hircinian would probably listen accordingly; a Varronite would spat right at him. As much of a dog that Shen seemed to be, it was clear from his attitude that his understanding of the Varronite - even his own - culture was needing a severe update, and it honestly wasn't surprising that he allowed his own personal dislike of Leon to try and solve all the problems in one fell swoop with his ego.
'Does he honestly think that power gives him the right to just end conflict? I wish I hadn't wasted time with him; he has no understanding of people or politics at all.'
As Shen stood before Loire, he could feel the tension of his frown increasing. He had to fight, he knew it... the riot really was slowing down, and now it would all end horribly with a Varronite figurehead fighting, and falling to a Pillar.
Then, like a godsend, a miraculous series of events suddenly erupted, and suddenly Leon's favor went from hell to heaven.
Somewhere in the background, only a few moments after Shen came to Loire's front, a single attacker struck at another student. Ruckus quickly began as the victim's allies stuck into action, and then suddenly another student struck forth. Within seconds, the Varronite population was back in battle, and the riot ensued once more.
Then another aid arrived: a random Hircinian had been shoved toward Leon and Tiao, clearly intent on buying Leon time to prepare himself, since it would force Shen to jump back. Yet this person was caught at the last second by someone else and thrown away, giving that catcher the chance to stand between both Leon and Tiao, giving Leon even more space to think and breath.
It was Steven "Alkaiser" Barzhad.
'Thank God, someone I can work with!' Leon Loire felt a bit of relief rise up him, as Barzhad spoke his speech to distract Shen, allowing Leon to momentarily analyze the scene behind him. The first attacker that helped return chaos was a familiar to Leon - Pain Killer - and his victim was some random Varronite... with a ring? Perhaps one of the Varronites that had started the riot in the first place?
Unsure of what to conceive of Adam's sudden attack, Leon then noticed the second attacker and his victim: another familiar, the Benedict Malikai - a Hircinian - attacking another Varronite with a ring, and this student was the known student to start the riot!
'Could it be? If a Varronite is caught fighting another Varronite, it could prevent unity... but it could also work out well if played right. That guy's been attacking both groups either way, so people may just see Adam as another Varronite trying to get revenge on a traitor. And Malikai's attacking the Varronite that started the fight in the first place. If things go to hell, we could use that as a trump card to save ourselves. Having Malikai on our side means we intended to pursue punishment on the source, and if from a Hircinian, it gives us even better chances...'
There was only one issue: Jellar Feint. He was trying to help Adam's victim, and since he was an ally to Loire, he couldn't allow two Varronites that he trusted to do battle. He had to break them apart, he had to get Jellar started on organizing the Varronites...
Then, as he turned back to Barzhad, Leon realized what he had to do.
"If it is peace you want my 'Freshman Captain', then listen closely..." Leon spoke to him valiantly as well, attempting to mimic his 'heroic' tone, before quickly leaning forward to his ear, not allowing Shen's chance at intervening.
"Get Jellar Feint over there and find Kokaku Musha. You all must organize the Varronites into a defensive group. If Jellar resists, remind him that Pain Killer is only one threat surrounded by many. Once you're with Musha, collect the Varronites forward and push towards me. Have Musha and Feint ignore Adam and the Hircinian attacking that Sedrix guy at all costs, they're our trump cards, we need them. Now go!"
Lightly shoving Barzhad towards their right and toward the cluster of fighting madness, Leon looked back to Shen with a slight frown, before grinning lightly and bringing up his arms for defense - all defense.
"Fine, but remember Tiao, you're the aggressor, not me. So if we have to fight, let it be you that starts it, like your own students did to mine!"
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Post by Pain Killer on Mar 13, 2007 22:57:16 GMT 1
OOC: Just for simplicity's sake, I'm going to assume you're coming from my right side, Dante, as you'd have to come from the side to get a hit on the kidney. If you're comin' from the left, just assume I used the opposite hands, but same actions, k?
IC:
Just had to open my mouth...
Sighing silently to himself, Adam couldn't help but feel disappointed in his own actions. Had he kept quiet, the kid's friend wouldn't have noticed the sneak attack heading towards his friend, and Pain Killer would've swiftly dispatched with the one Watchmen member. Instead, he found his uppercut sailing harmlessly off to his left, away from the smaller student, Jellar having put his entire body into his deflection. Such an act from the smaller student was admirable, as it guaranteed Dante's safety for the moment, though as a tradeoff, Jellar would not be so fortunate. Putting so much of his body into his deflection would take a moment to recover from, a moment that the unhindered Pain Killer would take advantage of. Adam turned with the momentum, lifting his right leg and thrusting his knee directly at Jellar's stomach. Since the two were in such close quarters, and Jellar would still be recovering from his own manuever, it was likely to land, though Adam was confident that even if it didn't, the Watchmen would be in no position to counter immediately.
Hit or miss, Adam would take Jellar's momentary distraction as a chance to create some distance, his left hand thrusting forwards to shove the gang member in the chest, hopefully to make him stumble backwards somewhat. While Pain Killer preferred to fight close quarters, such an ideal would handicap him in a two-on-one fight, especially now that the other Watchmen member was aware of his attempted ambush. As if on cue, Dante spoke his question then attacked, making the same mistake Adam had in announcing his presence first. Smirking, Pain Killer turned on his heels, his right hand swinging in a vicious backhanded punch for Dante's face. Sadly for the smaller fighter, Adam's arms would have a much longer reach than Dante's knee, and would connect first, sending Dante off to the side, or would force him to duck underneath and ruin his knee attack while coming into Pain Killer's comfort zone. As the fist flew, however, Adam was content to give an answer to the Watchmen's question.
"I'm the one who's gonna take your useless gang down singlehandedly."
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Post by pinefresh on Mar 13, 2007 23:02:09 GMT 1
(OOC: You know the drill if there is something you do not understand or seems off just message me. I am rather easy going in fights and in regards to attacks so do not be shy about asking I won't rip your head off. Oh and remember that you can counter at anytime. Good Luck!)
Malikai moved faster toward Sedrix not bothering to adopt a fighting stance yet. Due to the mass of bodies still within 15 feet between Malikai and Sedrix he could be attacked at any point before he made his way over. ~Dammit~ He cursed to himself as a Hircinian tackled him from the side sending them both sprawling to the ground and into the crowd. His left side throbbing as the assailant got on top of him, Malikai could only wait patiently as the boy positioned himself. As the boy lifted his hand to strike Malikai attacked.
Using his core strength Malikai was able to push his upper body off the ground enough to wrap his arms around the attackers back limiting his ability to attack. As Malikai's hands met and locked up he bit down hard into the boys pectoral causing him to react. The boy flopped off with a yelp and was taken down by a head butt to the nose only a couple of seconds later.
Shaking his head slightly Malikai looked back at his quarry and began to move again toward Sedrix. At about 10 feet Malikai broke into a run. The real question that would be going through the mind of anyone watching would be if Malikai was insane. Everyone who was worth their salt as a fighter knew better then to rush their opponent, it left you too open. Stooping low at about 8 feet from where Sedrix stood lay another backpack snatched it with his left hand. Moving back to a full standing position at 7.5 feet Malikai spun his body to the right. His right arm out for balance the spin went a full 360 degrees before being released at Sedrix 6.5 feet away from Malikai. The spin would cause the bag to fly with extra speed meaning it would impact with greater effect on Sedrix.
If it would hit and knocked Sedrix down, Malikai would quickly close the distance and adopt his fighting stance. Left foot behind the right at a 45 degree outward angle with a distance of a forearm between both legs. Right foot facing forward left foot facing out at a 45 degree angle. Both hands up in line with the cheek bones. The left hand would be a bit further back than the right hand and slightly lower as well. He would wait for Sedrix to collect himself and then see what happens next.
Should Sedrix block or dodge the attack, Malikai would have to keep running forward as not to lose momentum. As in chess you cannot once on the offense easily switch to the defense if your opponent has the ability to counter attack. As the distance between both Sedrix and Malikai was only 6.5 feet it would be an easy distance to cover quickly. Sedrix would have ample time to fix himself back into some sort of hurried guard before Malikai struck. Malikai at about 2 feet would plant his right foot down hard and swing his left hip and foot up and over into a swing kick (or roundhouse kick depending on the terminology you're used to). The kick would have the full force of Malikai's charge and his weight behind it. His arms upon contact would be up, his right hand up guarding his face and his left hand out forward in line with the kick as to block any frontal assault.
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Post by travis on Mar 13, 2007 23:17:37 GMT 1
Inside
Travis lifted his heavy eyes from the black smudges on the white page that formed what was a literary work of some small unkown author and stared out of the second floor room. All seemed normal enough apart from the sea people setting upon each other, two tribes filled with hatred for one another for no other reason than one couldn't just accept the other. A pitiful display for all those not involved to watch, people such as himself who just general kept out of the school politics. But to those down there, the fight was as serious as it gets.
Travis sighed quietly to himself so that the others in the room couldn’t hear. ‘Can’t they just get over themselves.’
He returned to the page of writing but it could longer hold his interest in the way it previously had. Moments later the screeching of chairs filled his ears and shadow covered his page. Facing him were three Hircinians. Two Caucasians and one Afro-Caribbean who wore what could only be described as shiny alarm clock round his neck. Travis’s right arm twitched when he saw it. He already wanted to rip it off.
“’Your one of those transfers aren’t you?’ Traivs sighed. Simple minded as always.
‘ No I’m not a Varronite but yes, I am a transfer.’
‘Just as bad,’ said another.
Travis looked up off the page removed his sunglasses and stared remorselessly with his white eyes as if he was burrowing into backs of their heads. They glinted with intent, something the boys didn’t seem to pick up on.
‘Uhh he’s a freak! You know what we do to freaks like you here?’ The Afro-Caribbean lad move close after he finished he last threat.
‘Just run along and do what ever hell you guys get up to, find some real Varronite to get your kicks out of. I’d guess you’d go for a weak freshman so that you don’t get your Asses kicked’. Satisfaction rose from within and the smile of smugness crawled across his face. 'So off you go and stop bugging me before I decided to shove that...’he looked at the metal with distain ‘bling and somewhere where the sun don’t shine. Got it?’
‘You little punk assed b…’ was about as much as the least stunned Hircinian could muster as Travis’s leg connected cleanly with the bottom of his jaw. It landed squarely underneath the guys jaw tapping both of the nervous that ran along the chin. He was already onto the next one before the first hit had the table slid along it and collapsed, crumpled on the floor.
Punch after punch flew from and into Travis . Block, block, block, strike! Block block, block strike! The Afro-Caribbean boy’s faces exploding blood spraying out of covering the other Hircinian. The fine red spray took the other boy by surprise and gave Travis the opening he need. He jumped over a near by chair and kicked it hard. The chair moved with the momentum It wasn’t designed for and crashed into the boy’s shins. The crunch of bone was unmistakeable and sickenign all at the same time. The ring leader had now recover from the shock of having his nose broken and lashed out catching Travis on the side of his ribs. Travis rode the punch twisting off to get behind his opponent. He unleashed a reverse roundhouse kick and sent the boy through the glass window
Shit.That wasn’t supposed to happen.Daylight shone more brightly than ever through where the window pane had once been. He clutched the side of his rib cage. It still hurt but it the pain was subsiding. The eyes of the room all fell on him in deadly silence. I may as well be Varronite the way they’re staring. To them Varronites and transfer are same thing. Travis felt that this was display was quickly wearing off. With prudence he took his leave heading to the battlefield of Varronites and Hircinians.
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Post by Alkaiser on Mar 13, 2007 23:55:05 GMT 1
Steve squints as he is pushed aside, knowing that he just became somewhat of a pawn. "There are worse things to be..." he tells himself as he leans forward and seemingly glides under all of the edge action. "Just don't get your ass kicked Leon. I'm still not ready to fight Tiao just to save your ass." Steve silently thinks to himself as he continues through the group.
"I'll most definitely find Stellar Mate! Erm...Yellow Paint? Jellar Feint! That's it! If only I knew what he looked like..." As Steve arrived in the center of the action he stood square and scanned the area for anybody who might look like a Jellar...although he'd never met someone with such a name in his life.
"Hey...hey moron..." Steve remarked as he poked a big burly guy's shoulder, trying to get his attention and ask for directions. As the man turns to face Alkaiser, he shifts to the other side, following his back. "Do you know Jellar or don't you?" The big man, obviously now confused, shakes his head and turns back to what he had been doing before hand, where his opponent sends a fist right into his cheek, flooring the behemoth instantly. The opponent runs off to attack someone else, while Steve stands over the fallen fighter, now unconscious. "That's what you get for being so damned rude. I hope you have nightmares." Steve moves on.
After a short time, Barzahd notices a familiar face in the crowd. "Malikai! Oi you sonovabatch help me ou--" Steve's sentence is immediately interrupted. He ducks down and to the right, allowing a punch to whirl right past his left ear. The screaming aggressor made the mistake of revealing his intent before fulfilling his purpose, and because of that Steve was able to save his own ass. He grabs the man by his wrist, shoves him forward and pushes up with his shoulder, placing the opponent in front of Steve, in air and inverted. Steve takes advantage of the vulnerable situation, landing three punches and a kick on the kid's mid torso. He flops to the ground, but by the time Steve looks up again, Malikai has disappeared in the crowd, too busy with his own fight. But then Steve catches a lead.
"The rings! I just have to look for those rings, and find the one leading them!" Ironically, Barzahd happens to be standing almost back to back with the person to mutter the next phrase.
"I'm the one who's gonna take your useless gang down singlehandedly."
Alkaiser turns around to see two boys with rings fighting another without. His thought process makes a leap. One of them must have been the guy! Without hesitation he pokes the shoulder of the man standing by himself, without a ring. "Hey...hey you...could you tell me if one of those guys is Jellar Feint?"
Although Barzahd was acting innocent to the point of being naive...he was standing ready for an attack from this man. Should Feint be one of the two with rings, the man before him would likely attack without hesitation, figuring out that Steve was attempting to unfold a plan in collaboration with the watchmen. For now, Alkaiser could only wait for a reply.
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Post by jellar on Mar 13, 2007 23:57:29 GMT 1
(OOC: Jellar doesn't know Pain Killer's name or identity; I just used it for fluidity in the post. Dante, I'm going to assume that Alkaiser was talking to me.)
'A mistake,' Jellar thought, as he found himself unable to effectively defend against Adam's turning knee. The only target of such an attack would be his stomach, and if Jellar was in good condition, he would have been able to nullify the attack appropriately. However, Jellar had recently been fighting for an extended period of time, his stamina slowly but surely running to its limits, his body mainly covered in sweat. His arms moved sluggishly, despite his normal speed, and his hands could barely grip the knee that was coming into his stomach, much less stop it or push it away.
An audible 'oof' came out of Jellar's mouth as the knee crashed into his stomach, Jellar releasing a good amount of spit as he doubled over from the knee, his hands now reaching the floor as he watched Pain Killer step backwards. 'Who the hell is this guy anyways?!' Jellar wondered, knowing that he was probably a Varronite. His stomach was aching and he was short on breath, but he still caught Dante's running image to Pain Killer. 'Fool!' Jellar thought, still grasping his stomach.
With a final surge of energy, Jellar jumped forward, accelerating at a high pace, and took a firm hold of Dante's left wrist with his right arm, hindering Dante from going further. With this, Jellar would pull the arm he had grasped backwards using the foothold of a body nearby him as a base of support, his left hand still grasping his stomach from the knee he had received earlier. Once Dante would be close by, Jellar would speak loud enough for only Dante to hear, and quickly at that as well.
"We're both tired. Don't move so hastily," Jellar began, letting out a cough as a result of the blow he sustained earlier, "Let's back out for now and wait for further instructions from Maverik's friend or Leon. Don't fight directly; try to keep away."
With that, Jellar backed away, turning around half-way, staying alert for Pain Killer's return attack. He was strong and did not seem exhausted at all, and at the moment could take down Jellar and probably Dante right now. They weren't at their best conditions, and that was a fact. Pain Killer was large. Way larger than Jellar or Dante. Those were the types Jellar was bad against. However, with speed, he should not have any trouble with avoiding Pain Killer.
In any event, it seemed Tiao's effort to keep fighting down to nothing was worthless. Although the Hircinians had stopped, the Varronites did not, the larger man who had attacked Jellar being an example. The Varronites that continued fighting would hit the now-stopped Hircinians, who would in turn resume fighting. Tiao's effort were a total flop, just as Jellar's was before. The Varronites continued fighting, and thus the Hircinians did too.
However, a familiar voice drew Jellar's attention. It was hard not to recognize it, as it had just gotten the attention of the entire room in a corny fashion. Asking for the location of Jellar himself, he instantly returned his full attention to the direction of the sound, which was where Pain Killer was. 'Who's looking for me right now?' Jellar thought, seeing a man next to Adam.
Alert for another attack with words as distraction, Jellar let the other man know who he was. "I'm Jellar Feint," he shouted, raising a hand to let him know that he was the one who spoke it. This man did not seem to be on the Hircinian side, but rather on Leon's side, so he'd have to know what was going on through him. If Leon did have a plan, that man would probably be the messenger, and so he needed to get him over here. Jellar made a notion for that man to come closer with the classic waving-his-hand-towards-himself fashion, which he did with urgency. He was not about to get closer to that larger Pain Killer who had dealt a lasting blow on Jellar, who was still feeling the pain in his stomach.
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Post by saskai on Mar 14, 2007 0:21:58 GMT 1
OOC: Starting after this many posts is a bit confusing, so if anything seems off, just shoot me a PM and I will fix it.
Mayon was sitting in Tech class. It was the typical day. The teacher was rambling on, the students were either, bored or asleep, and the only one paying even a mild bit of attention was Mayon. Mayon drifted in an out from the lecture being given from the Technical Science teacher. When he wasn’t listening, he doodles on his computer. Mayon was distracted for a moment from a silent noise. ~Rumble, rumble.~
Mayon was wearing a crimson, long-sleeved, button up with a black T underneath. He was wearing blue jeans and his black sneakers. Mayon hadn’t bothered putting his gloves on for the day but kept one in each pant side pocket in case he felt like wearing them.
“What the hell is that?” Mayon whispered to the boy beside him.
“Hmm? I think it might be my phone...”
The boy took out his phone from his pocket and for a few moments listened to what the man or woman on the other side had to say. The boy’s eyes grew wide as he listened, Mayon didn’t notice however as his attention was drawn back to his computer. After two minuets the boy grabbed Mayons shoulder to get his attention and pulled him towards his computer.
”Listen, my friend just told me that the Varronites and Hircinians have gotten into a big brawl. Now I know that you are a Varronite and I aint’ got nothin’ against that, so I am telling you in case you wanna do something.”
“Jeeze.”
Mayon was flustered by the news and realized that he would have to help out the Varronites. Mayon grabbed his school bag and ran out of the classroom before the teacher could wise up and stop him. Mayon ran down the halls at half speed to conserve stamina. As he reached the two groups, he could see that this was getting way out of hand. Throughout the masse, Mayon could make out only two people he knew, Jellar and Kai. Both of which were in the same gang as Mayon.
Mayon was soon hit in the back of the head from a weak punch. Mayon turned around with his left hand on the back of his skull to see that a Hircinian had taken a swing at him. It was only a skinny man, but a threat nonetheless. Mayon slid his bag off his shoulder and swayed to the left as a punch, from the mans right hand, had been thrown at him. Mayon clutched the mans arm and almost threw him into the crowd, but stopped realizing that would cause a little too much attention then needed. Instead, Mayon, still grasping the mans arm, pulled him strongly towards Mayon and threw a light punch at the mans face giving him just enough time to back off form the man and head into the crowd to help out.
“Looks like I am going to need these after all...”
Mayon clutched his gloves as he took them out of his pockets and put them onto his hands. Mayon was surprised at how much was already going on, but instantaneously joined in to help his fellow Varronites and calm both groups down.
Mayon threw a jab at the gut of one Hircinian who wasn’t paying much attention. The man fell to the floor in pain. Mayon didn’t like hitting when one wasn’t looking but he needed to take as many of them down as possible in order to stop this. Mayon wasn’t willing to let another school go down just because of a simple fight. Mayon was then clutching the fist of a girl who had thrown a fist at him. Not wanting to hurt her he threw her low, letting her slide on the floor out of the commotion. Mayon ran up to a man who looked at him with a threatening stare. He was much bigger in muscles compared to Mayon, but Mayon was fast and quickly got in front of the man and jumping, kneed the man in the face, knocking them out.
“These guys aren’t as tough as any Varronite I have faced.”
Mayon muttered to himself as he took out another Hircinian. Mayon remembered the fight with Kai Schanburg back at Varron when he had entered the first tournament. It was a close fight, but Mayon prevailed in the end. Even so, Mayon and Kai had become allies and were even in the same gang.
Mayon made his way through the fighters and saw a girl he remembered from a few days before. Charlotte was the girl he met on the rooftop. He still wasn’t sure on where she stood but he was pretty sure she could use some form of help. Mayon walked over to her to speak.
“You okay?” He said with a smirk.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 14, 2007 0:28:51 GMT 1
(OOC: Uhh...posting order is kind of getting confusing, but I think its somewhere around my turn.)
"So many voices that think they carry some weight here." Tiao snickered, replying to Alkaiser, Dante, and the one he hadn't met all at the same time.
"At least the former freshman captain had some flash to his entry, but thats about as far as his importance goes. You all speak of false idealogy. 'Let's fight for peace!' Too bad you damned hypocrites have all thrown a punch or two yourselves. I may be resorting to violence, but at least I'm honest about it. You four can't say the same."
Tiao huffed, turning back to Leon as he ignored anything the others possibly had to say.
"Pretend to be as innocent as you like Loire. Every student in here is one of my student's now, and they'll all see what happens to trouble makers like yourself. We're not in gradeschool, I don't give two shits who started it. I'm going to end this Loire; and the beginning of that end starts with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tiao burst forth, not giving Leon the chance to reply. He sprinted forth, keeping his back straight to avoid having his energy easily redirected or used against him. When in distance his left foot would plant, his right palm going out in a tiger strike aimed for the center of Leon's face, striking into the arms if they were positioned in front of his head.
There was alot of speed to the attack, also giving it momentum. It was possible Leon would get knocked down or back from this strike, causing Tiao to take a few stutter steps to die down his speed.
Let's see what Varron is really made of...
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Post by bk on Mar 14, 2007 0:37:56 GMT 1
[Had to attack someone Alkaiser ] Rain? What the hell?A second later BK noticed to his horror that his notes and rapport was ruined. He pushed it off the table and simply groaned in anger, then he heard the fuzz, but ignored it, no need to get angry. But it wasn’t his day. Only a few seconds passed before someone was thrown into the room and they kept fighting in there. For BK, it was a tragedy, because he knew the guy that was being pummelled around. Putting both hands below his table, he lifted it up. And charged like a bull. Smacking the table into the mid section of the guy kicking BK’s downed friend.. A right punch ended his screams of agony. The other guy was unconscious. What a tragedy. BK threw him over the shoulder and was about to head for the nurses office, when he noticed the massive battle. He placed his friend in the back of the room, found a chair and took his chances with the mob. He needed to vent some steam. He simply charged outside, swung his chair around until it broke, he then threw the pieces into the large mob of people. The fighting stopped for a second, and as a comical relief, the top part of his chair came flying in the booming silence. Then Pain Killer ensured that the fighting started again. BK started as well, punching and kicking to the right and left, no real purpose, just random strikes. He didn’t even look at his targets anymore. Sporadic punches were heavy, others were just like a slap, weak and without purpose. ‘Hey...hey you...could you tell me if one of those guys is Jellar Feint?’BK barely managed to pick up this voice, and he instinctively turned to send a right straight jab at the person speaking, Steve might notice the punch coming for the side of his head. Or not. It was all the same for BK, he’d just punch someone else if it struck, if not, he might actually care enough to continue a more one on one fight…
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Post by Leon Loire on Mar 14, 2007 0:44:10 GMT 1
'So it begins...'
Leon only had time for two things before the palm strike came into range for a counter: grin brightly at the true arrogance of Shen's "power," and place a reasonable amount of weight upon his own left foot to give leverage for a possible tackle, that same left leg slightly farther back than its parallel, allowing for farther range of the right arm.
The speed of Shen left Loire with no real time for a creative counter attack. However, his intension to strike high on his target left Loire's arms near his chest at a reasonable place to strike up quickly yet lightly, throwing off Tiao's strike by a good margin, yet without damage.
For now, Leon could see his greatest ally was Tiao's impatience to reach his target. As Shen's right arm struck toward Leon's face, he found his right arm striking forward into the diaphram of his opponent, intent on forcing out his breath. If successful, the strike would leave Tiao with a good deal of breath lost, even if he attempted to suck in air within the brisk amount of time left between the two combatants.
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Post by greatest on Mar 14, 2007 0:44:59 GMT 1
OOC: Alright. Post turned out much longer than I wanted it too. Jellar. You're leader on this. Tell me to edit where necessary. "Listen.. Kei. I'm goin'." Keisuke: "Do what you want. Your a grown boy. And besides. It's a brawl. It's the best way to let loose. Don't break any necks, or I'll break yours. Got that?" "Yeah yeah. Go home." The brothers joked. To them, it didn't matter whether it was Varron or Hircine. They were in an educational institution. The original schools these two guys went too, it wasn't anyting like this. See a brawl? Get your ass in it as fast as possible! Now that Seige was makin his way, he overheard why these fuckheads were fighting in the first place. Difference in schools? C'mon. Varron and Hircine? Heh. The wrong people to find out. Keisuke: "And to think. I came merely to talk to your guidance counselor. Well... unfortunately, he never told me shit like this happens. Didn't think there'd be another Varron Academy across the country. Disgraceful." Keisuke was pissed off. Why are the people from Varron still here? Why didn't they get away before THEY get in trouble? But, of course... there was no school worse than theres. Majority of 'em never backed down. But, how will he identify which students were from where? He graduated last year, and even them he couldnt care less about the students. Only a few faces were known to him, and those were from the soccer team he helped coached back in Varron. "Oh get the hell out of here... Varronites? Hircinians?" He shook his head left and right. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. They actually 'labeled' themselves? With names like that? Heh. Losers." No one new Kei better than his brother, but, even Seige, thought that Keisuke would be a lot more serious in this type of situation. He's acting like a kid. Why doesn't he take charge? "Well, if you won't do anything about it, I will." Seige said. Preparing to move on through other spectators. ( Keisuke:)"Wait. Don't you think it's odd that the police aren't here yet? Remember before Varron? The police were around the school like Hall Monitors. And that was just too keep the peace. In a school like this, that's supposedly like Varron. There should be cops here for the same reason. And, if not, then for the fact that this is an enormous riot. Teachers would've been hear. Heh, maybe even SWAT." Keisuke's voice deepened. He was getting aggitated. These kids... why don't they grow up? Heh. Well, maybe he's contradicting himself. They are kids afterall. "Oh, and, Seige. Follow my lead. And by that, I mean get out of my face." Kei began to move. Nudging unto other spectators, asking for groups of them to please stand on the side. Convincing them that an even bigger group was coming in order for them to be persuaded to get out of the way. Mission accomplished. "Seige. Get ready." His younger brother confused, he merely waited for what would happen next. "Everybody, BE QUIET! The police are coming!" Seige... he was surprised, enough to think "Get the hell outta here!".. why would his brother end what could've been Seige's one chance for 'possible murder?' ( Seige:) "Idiots! You can't here all the sirens because of all the noise you're making!" Few people were getting attention. And then more, and more. "Finish this outside! But you guys have to get out of this building! NOW! " ~Why am I doing this... if they go outside.. it can lead to bad press. But, then again.. it can avoid further casualties... what are you planning..?~ ( Keisuke:) He grabbed his lens cleaner for his glasses from his right pant pocket, and pulled (another) Fire Alarm. "Now's your chance. Go!" His younger brother ran into the annexing hallway, stretching down his sleeve to pull another fire alarm. There's two. At least it'll be some harder to shut both off. And, another advantage, now the whole school will have to evacuate, hopefully putting a cease to all this. "Oh. Kei. That kid you see right.. there? He's actually a pillar. And The one around there is called-" ( Keisuke:) "Leon. I know. I remember hearing him, albeit briefly. Anyways. Let's go. Let's open those doors for people to at least notice that others are reacting fast enough to know that they might get in trouble." With that, the two ran through some people, hoping to reach the doors, and get outside. Everything school in the country has a designated location for all classes to go during a fire drill. No matter which exit you take, you have to end up going to a specific side of the school. Them two? They ran, and Seige told him to stop after about 10 seconds of running, wanting to look back to see if anyone followed. Right now telling any authority figure about this fight is pointless, as long as they can keep it further under wraps. OOC: Someone extend on this. Turn it into something bigger, or whatever. Oh, just in case. The whole police thing? It was just a way for the two to get attention. There not present.
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Post by Dean on Mar 14, 2007 0:47:43 GMT 1
(This looked interesting, sorry if my post sucks, if I get anything too wrong just PM me and ill make the changed.)
Dean sat on the edge of his bed; he had been for quite some time. He expected a call from his leader telling him to go do something, but it didn’t happen.
“Take it I’m not needed today.” Dean said as he stood up, he was wearing his black steel capped boots, green combat trousers and a black tank top. His phone began to rand and he quickly snatched it up without even looking at the name one it.
“Dean, come to Hircine NOW! Something big is goin down”
It was a fellow hand member, he was nothing to special.
“Be more specific. Exactly what IS going on?”
“Big fight man, Hircine and Varron are kicking the living shit out of each other.”
“I’ll be there in about five minutes, now put the fuckin phone away and start fighting.”
The phone went dead and Dean ran out of his room. Getting down the stair 5-10 at a time it took Dean about 3 minutes to get outside and close to the building, the crowd was huge but Dean had no problem getting through them at all.
He had made his way into the area where the real fighting was going down and instantly he recognised some people there “Jellar Feint, Steve Barzahd, Sedrix West, Adam, Dante. And hell, even Leon. This may just be worth my time.” Dean smiled and found a Hand of Fate member and dragged him out the way, but as Dean’s hand touched his shoulder the kid elbowed Dean in the face. He was quickly thrown into the wall. Then all of a sudden Dean heard a yell come from next to him
“Looks like Tiao is having some fun, I’ll leave him be for now.” Dean said this to himself so only he could hear it. But then again like anyone else could hear it even if he shouted. “Time to get to work” Dean muttered to himself before sending a quick punch at someone who ran past him, Dean couldn’t care less weather he was Varonian or Hircinian, the fact that he lay bleeding on the floor was good enough for Dean. Then they began to run at him, not many. Dean took all 3 of them out quickly but then made his way to some people he recognised. “So! Who started this party and dared not to invite me!” Dean said behind Dante, his voice would be loud enough for Dante and maybe a few other around him to hear “Well come on then. Out with it!”
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Post by John Smith on Mar 14, 2007 1:02:29 GMT 1
”You know who to target if they try to run off. Only Pain Killer you shall allow to run off, he can cause more trouble at other parts of the school. Let me repeat this: Leon or Tiao CANNOT be allowed to escape! Understood? If Darren or Kurtz show up with the deans, then ignore them if they are heading for the fight. Only attack if you are attacked. But in that case. Tear them apart as a group. Today. We will make a huge bleeding gap at the school system. Prepare your groups for battle.
Kvist said loudly to his group of underlings. Their orders were simple, find their individual group and send them into combat when needed. Each group consisted of roughly 25 people. Leaving 15 for Kvist’s own personal guard. Unlike other leaders who foolishly sent they people into the fray, Kvist had ordered who he could out of the battle, and it had been mostly successful. Right now he had 90-95% of his gang under control and the last 5% was in the fight or out for the day. Leaning back, Kvist saw his underlings leave him and find their groups, take large detours to avoid getting rounded up in the fighting.
He had no idea where those he knew personally were, he had seen Dean enter the school and had ignored that, Tank was probably killing someone in there, otherwise Kvist didn’t care. He had his army ready, and whenever the winners had shown themselves, Kvist would kill off the winners and stomp on the whiners. Simple plan and effective plan. He just needed to wait a little before he could carry it out, in five minutes, he would order his men in no matter what. Except if the police was there. Then they would appear to be angels. Angels who crushed cameras observing them.
Whenever the principal pulls the plug, things should change, but I am sure even not he can deal with hundreds of students suddenly rushing those he sent in….
Dance puppets, dance.
’Hey Kvist, someone is coming out!’
“Well, duh, I am not blind you idiot…”
And as his words left his mouth, a crowd of people ran away. Lead by two people who had stopped up at some point to look back. Kvist raised his eyebrow. Wondering what exactly was going on there. Deciding that making a slaughter outside wouldn’t do much but satisfy inhuman hunger for destruction. He looked away from them and through the windows, the carnage was still going on, and he just saw Leon and Tiao start their fighting…
Dance!
[The hand is still not fighting, except Dean and whoever hand he say is fighting. Dean, keep it below 10 please...]
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 14, 2007 1:08:51 GMT 1
(OOC: Ha, leave me be, thats a good one sonny. I'm assuming I'm able to continue with an individual fight as most moves happen within instances. If someone disagrees, mainly Jellar, than let me know.)
There was more to a fight than throwing punches and kicks. One needed to know when and how to take a hit, Tiao being no exception. He was of smaller stature, but with a few different movements he could take a hit like any heavyweight out there.
Tiao went with the deflection, turning his body to his right. He exhaled, not inhaled, causing the air to slowly push out his lungs and flex his stomach abs. Between these motions Loire's fist would strike rather solidly, but slide due to the torque. The exhalation proved to keep Tiao from being winded. He felt the punch, but it was more than manageable at the moment.
As this happend, Tiao's left arm did not remain stagnant however. His elbow dipped down, his palm snapping upwards in a palm strike to Leon's lower right jaw, jerking his head up and to the side if connected. After the initial strike, Tiao would continue the forward momentum he was unable to halt as of yet by pushing of his right foot, delivering a hard left knee strike to Leon's lower abdomen in the moment he was stunned.
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Post by Dante Williams on Mar 14, 2007 1:15:08 GMT 1
Ooohhh no...
Dante saw Pain Killer's hand come quickly towards his face, and unluckily for Dante, he was too far away to even think about touching Pain Killer.
"I'm the one who's gonna take your useless gang down singlehandedly."
Right then, Dante felt Jellar's hand on his wrist and stop him from hitting Pain Killer's fist, "We're both tired. Don't move so hastily, let's back out for now and wait for further instructions from Maverik's friend or Leon. Don't fight directly; try to keep away."
Dante nodded grudgingly, he wanted to fight, but he knew that he was too tired, and they needed someone else to stop some of the chaos.
"Thank man, you saved my ass twice from this guy..." He turned to run away to get Maverik's brother, Leon would probably be busy fighting Tiao.
He saw the crowd still fighting, Dante smirked and yelled, "Nice to see you have so much authority at this school Tiao!" He hoped Tiao would hear this, and see the fighting continue.
Then he heard Dean's voice from behind him, “So! Who started this party and dared not to invite me!” Dante looked back, Who is that guy... He thought, Oh God, he's that guy I saw earlier, with Tiao and Maverik...
"Well come on then. Out with it!”
"Really wanna know hmmnn?" Dante asked while grinning darkly, then he turned around, sticking his elbow out so that it would hit Dean in the face, and if Dean blocked it, that would create an opening and Dante would knee him in the stomach, "Fuck you!"
God... Dante thought while carrying out his attack, I'm becoming an idiot like Tiao. Fighting sick violence, with more sick violence?
Then he might as well have shrugged if he had any time, Some fights are necessary, and those are the fights that I'll fight... unlike the violence-happy pillar of this school...
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Post by Pain Killer on Mar 14, 2007 1:34:10 GMT 1
OOC: Oh God. So much happened, I'm just going to assume some things, and if I'm wrong, I'll edit it.
IC:
"You've got to be kidding me!"
The cry of frustration rang out as the weakened Watchmen member saved his friend from the fist approaching his face, pulling him back as Adam narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Oddly enough, he made no motion to chase after the two as they began to retreat into the crowd, instead, simply pointing in their direction before giving them the middle finger.
"Running already? We've just started!"
Pain Killer's attention, however, was diverted momentarily by the finger poking him, asking for a 'Jellar Feint'. Having no idea who the Hell that was, Adam ignored the voice, not even bothering to turn around to see who spoke the words before starting to make his way through the crowd once more. Briefly, he lost the Watchmen he'd been fighting, and he inwardly cursed himself, before Jellar himself threw his hand up, shouting his name for all to hear and calling attention to himself.
"...Gotcha."
Smirking, Adam began to make his way through the crowd once more, his eyes focussed on Jellar before noticing the other Watchman he'd been fighting before in a battle with someone else, off to his right just a foot or two away. Two birds with one stone, I suppose... While Adam had said he'd do it single handedly, he had no qualms about attacking someone with their guard down as they fought someone else, and Dante had just left himself wide open. His knee attack, regardless of whether Dean decided to block it or not, left the Watchmen vulnerable, granting Adam the precise opportunity he needed to put the kid down for good during this fight.
His right leg shot out, a powerful kick aimed at the inside of Dante's left leg, the one supporting his weight as he struck at Dean. Since it was indeed another surprise attack, and that Dante would be hard pressed to dodge while on one foot even if he somehow noticed the attack coming, Pain Killer was confident his blow would at the very least dislocate the leg and leave Dante helpless on the floor for him to ignore.
Maybe he'd be trampled, maybe not. Either way, he'd be out of the fight, and there would be one less Watchman to worry about.
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Post by Alkaiser on Mar 14, 2007 2:00:35 GMT 1
Steve hears Jellar identify himself and his ears instantly perk up. He would feel relieved that he found the one he was searching for, but he had no time to do so. A random punch from the crowd came sailing towards the side of his head, and he had no choice but to try and dodge. He leans backwards at the last second, hoping to receive no damage from the frenzied fighter who was spinning around like a top in a tornado.
*pop, crack, boing!*
"Ow ow ow ow oww! That really stung you bastard!" Although the blow did not solidly connect with Alkaiser's face, it did glance across his nose, causing it to pop in quite an annoying way. It wasn't any real pain, but more of the sort of pang you would experience after striking your funny bone or stubbing a toe. It's funny how these attacks can be the most painful while being so nonthreatening. Steve's head jerked towards the man, who had already seemingly continued on his misguided path of annoyance. He soon disappeared into the masses, still swinging. Steve pops his nose the other way and focuses back on Jellar.
"Glad I found you! We have business!" But just as Alkaiser began to speak, it seemed everyone had moved off in their own direction. Jellar's partner and the big guy went in one direction, leaving Steve in a good position to complete his mission momentarily. He moved straight for Jellar.
As soon as Steve was in light speaking range, he began to brief Feint. "Listen, Leon needs us to find...ummm...what was his name again? Otaku Mushy? Anyways, he needs Mr. Mushy to help organize the Varronites and start a defensive squad to put an end to this thing. I need your help, Jellar." Steve's less than eloquent speech ends there, as he turns back outward to face the rest of the crowd. He just hoped Jellar would know who to find and what to do, because the tired watchman was a vital part of their last hope. They had no more time to spare on the big guy.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 14, 2007 2:23:29 GMT 1
Charlotte viewed the scene from her vantage point atop the desk. The sprinklers had finally drained out the reservoir tank and the watery torrent had devolved into a mere trickle. She was drenched from standing beneath one of the spouts: her clothing clung to her wetly and her hair, sodden and waterlogged dripped endlessly. The cessation of fighting, despite her efforts, had been a brief one, and now the brawl was back on full swing.
However, she felt a surge of hope as Tiao had finally arrived upon the scene, promptly challenging a Varronite whom he had called Liam, to a one-on-one match to circumvent a larger battle, in favor of a single winner representing their respective groups. That plan went sour as well, unfortunately, as a few sporadic battles erupted into conflict once more, the riot kicking back up to extreme levels. The only difference now, it seemed, was that everyone was fighting in three-inches of water and the Varronites, under Liam’s skillful leadership, had finally begun to unify - albeit it slowly – coming together and amassing behind Liam.
She swore under her breath as she surveyed the battle from her vantage point atop the desk, her brain working furious circuits to conjure a method of swinging the battle in favor of Tiao and the Hircinians, or to end it altogether.
Then she saw something, another group, which separated from the main mass of the brawl: several groups of number close to twenty, perhaps more, encircling the battle. They looked like predators, waiting, watching. She remembered reading about Siamese Fighting Fish – how some fish were smart, waiting for the others to tire themselves out from fighting before striking with deadly speed and efficiency. Apparently there was more at work here than a simple battle between the Varron transfers and the Hircine students. Whoever was leading this new group, they were very, very intelligent. The only question was, was she smarter than they were?
Next she saw Mayon, the boy she had met upon the roof a few days ago. She turned to him as he spoke above the din of the crowd, smirking. “You okay?”
Had he asked that at any other time, she would have shot him an icy glare, delivered some sarcastic line, and less-than-subtly telling him to leave her alone. However, desperate times called for desperate measures indeed.
She leapt down from the desk, grabbing Mayon about his shoulders, and screaming to him above the ruckus.
“I need your help! Hurry!”
Without waiting to see his response, she dashed back down the hall, ducking under a student who had been thrown from the battle, stopping before a large fire extinguisher and pulling it off the wall. Grunting under the weight, she moved across the hall, silently thanking the reforms for putting fire hoses back in easily accessible areas about the halls, as a response to threats of student arson. She began unraveling the hose, tying it about the top of the fire extinguisher. She set the extinguisher upon the floor, moving back to the desk she had stood on, upending it and pushing it with the legs facing the wall, leaving about a foot of space between the desk and the wall.
She drew a deep breath, taking up the extinguisher, again thanking the reforms for placing CO2 extinguishers in the school rather than foam, and turned, facing away from the battle, and ran. She ran until the elastic hose stretched taut, then she turned, her muscles straining as she pulled, lining up the hose, making certain the angle was perfect, and she released it.
The fire hose, with the added weight of the extinguisher, shot forward with frightening speed, narrowly missing another student, and striking the wall. The extinguisher struck the wall hard, leaving a massive dent, and rebounded, slamming straight against a leg of the desk, just as she had planned.
The extinguisher exploded outwards, the pressurized CO2 venting violently from the tiny rupture that had formed from striking the desk. Thanks the angle Charlotte had fired the extinguisher and placed the desk, the fire extinguisher snapped free of the hose and careened at the nearest group of twenty-five from the new faction who had been prowling about the edge of the battle. The extinguisher split into dozens of pieces, shrapnel striking several of the targets, though only superficial cuts resulted (some might be making a trip to the hospital …) while the largest chunk of the busted extinguisher knocking over almost a dozen of the predatory students with the force of the blast.
Meanwhile, the desk had ridden the pressure wave and struck the nearest line of Varronites attempting to join with Leon and form a defense. The desk smashed into students, throwing them wide, causing many to jump out of the way, only to collide with others. She heard screams and a few snaps of what she guessed were limbs and bones, as unlucky Varronites were either trampled, jumped upon, or struck by the desk.
“Form a line! There’s a hole in the Varron lines!” Charlotte screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping someone would hear. And, like a godsend, a visible mass of Hircinians began to swell and move, taking advantage of the gaping hole in the Varronite Juggernaut. Slowly, the Hircinians began to route the Varronites, splitting the transfers into a crescent shape, spreading their lines out and making any defense that much harder for Leon to organize. She stole a glance at the group of twenty-five from the unknown faction, watching the majority of that squad writhing in pain upon the ground.
Breathless, she turned to Mayon, finally remembering she asked for his help earlier.
“… I think now would be a good time to run or join the fight,” she advised between breaths. If her stunt with the sprinkler system hadn’t garnered her some unwelcome attention, the explosion with the fire-extinguisher certainly would have. And she was running out of options and ideas.
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