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Post by jellar on Mar 14, 2007 2:40:46 GMT 1
Jellar had heard some notions concern the police arriving, and this stirred up Jellar's adrenaline quite drastically. However, before he could continue on with this, the notions were, sadly, completely forgotten as his eyes on Pain Killer once again went to Dante. This time, Jellar was too far away to give any aid, so he could only hope that Dante could take care of himself. Jellar clutched his stomach again, surprised at the lasting damage that the larger man inflicted on him. In any case, the man that Jellar had correctly presumed as Leon's 'messenger' had arrived and was explaining the situation.
Upon listening, Jellar thought clearly, but was quite frustrated. "Otaku Mushy?" Jellar asked aloud to Steve. "I have no clue who that is, but I'll see if I can find out. Organizing a defense squad sounds like a good idea. Now, you, whatever your name is, you seem to be on our side. Go forth and help Dante my buddy over there from getting his face done in. I'll see what I can do."
With that, Jellar formulated a quick plan as to find out who 'Mister Mushy' was. Quick reflection in the past made him remember the name 'Musha' from the past, although he had not paid much attention. He knew, however, that it was related to the man who Jellar informed of not five minutes ago, so maybe that man could give some more information on this Otaku Mushy. Judging on the red haired man's words, it was probable that Otaku Mushy wasn't exactly the same name as the person Jellar was going to be looking for.
In any case, Jellar took a glimpse around, looking for that familiar blue bandana. With the increasing number of downed people, it was not long until he found that man. He sprinted sluggishly, the accumulated exhaustion and damage affecting his legs, and avoided the majority of attacks in his direction, letting some land on his shoulders and et cetera. Nothing large was sustained, and on the way he gave small, forceful instructions to Varronites to "reshape and organize with your allies and make a defensive squad."
Finally, he reached the man with the blue bandana, gasping for some breath, but still squeezing words out in intervals of his breath regardless.
"Leon's looking for 'Musha.' You know him, right? I heard Maverik mention him. The red-head says Leon wants to make a defensive squad to put an end to things. Man, I'm getting a little tired. I hope this ends soon."
With that, Jellar stood firm, waiting for the man's reply as he avoiding oncoming attacks from Hircinians, as the majority of the Varronites that were attacking randomly were now down for the count. Dodging, blocking, and countering were taking its toll on Jellar, and he had allowed a few hits to get in his defense and he sustained another blow to his stomach and some on his chest, but for the most part, he was able to retain composure and would be able to act accordingly to find the Otaku Mushy.
At around this time, however, Jellar noticed a particular girl messing with the fire extinguisher. 'What the hell is she up to...?' It was only a matter of seconds before he found out. The fire extinguisher was thrown, into a desk near the door of a classroom, and then it exploded. Fragments flew out. Luckily, Jellar was far enough away that none of the fragments reached him through the wall of bodies in the way. However, he knew that that girl was no good. Her strong Hircinian support was unnerving, and if she was left alone, she would pull more stunts that would injure people recklessly. After he would locate Musha, he knew what he was going to do next. The Varronite front was important. If they could show a strong overwhelming power, others may be discouraged to fight, and thus there would be less injuries.
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Post by Leon Loire on Mar 14, 2007 3:39:51 GMT 1
'Damnit, the strike didn't have an affect! Now it's nothing but a damn... ack!'
Leon felt the sudden sting of a whipping palm strike against his right cheek, the force pressing his body back only the slightest thanks to the support of his left leg. However, as the mental weight of the chin strike unnerved the most, Leon felt the movement of Taio as he prepared to include a second attack...
However, Shen had forgotten about something: Leon's floating left arm. Since Taio's right would most likely be needed for the support of whatever strike he was intending - as the movement sounded to come from below the torso - Leon's left arm was clear to an important target: Shen's face. As Leon felt his head beginning to regain its control, and a sudden rush of wind came toward Leon's form, Leon placed his right arm slightly higher to levitate near where he anticipated Shen's right shoulder, and suddenly launched his left arm from the air toward where he believed Shen's lips and chin would be. With a slight and natural curve, the strike would move as fast as any instinctual punch in close-quarters combat, intent on striking personal damage to teeth, nose and upper right cheek, and sending an equal shock into his mind as well.
As Tiao's knee strike collided with a wrench of agony into Loire's gut, he felt the weight of nausea and air leave his upper body - but as the strength of his chest moved forward, it gave just enough strength to give Leon's right arm enough power to give a reasonable shove to Shen's left shoulder, giving more emphasis of momentum toward Shen's left as the Leon's left strike intended.
If successful, Leon's own body would feel the wrenching pain of that knee kick - but at least he'd have plenty of space to try and lightly recover, and Shen would be in such a stupor as well as to give Leon a chance.
Somewhere in the background, yells and an explosion of metal cried through the hall, and a small tapping piece of shrapnel flung past Loire's foot. He wasn't sure what had just occurred, but something in his gut - his agonizing, suffocating gut - told him that someone, most likely a Hircinian, had just done something to make the defense of the Varronites that much harder.
'Damnit, Kokaku better get that defense up quickly. Those Hircinians don't want to quit any sooner... augh. Damn you Tiao!'
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Post by Kazuki Akimoto on Mar 14, 2007 4:20:16 GMT 1
ooc: Firstly, I'd like to clarify something for Malikai. Legion disbanded, it is defunct, as such you could not 'see Legion soldiers fighting', anywhere. Anyway....Dun dun duuuuuuun.......By personal request, folks. Enjoy ^^ ic: There was this crazy thing about riots....They had a tendency to last long enough for incredible numbers of people to get involved, people who would not, in normal circumstances, arrive in time for a regular fight, so to speak..That, and the fact that riots drew Varronites together, especially when they weren't amongst themselves. Like any country with civil disarray, find a common enemy and they will band together for the sole purpose of taking down that enemy.... "So, what you're telling me, is that there's a riot going on, right now, at the High School? Tell me why I should care, and I'll not hang up..." "Some of the guys you know are caught up in this...Leon and his group...""So what? Let them fight, I put my gloves up already." "The Hircine students are beating them, it's not happening quickly, but it's happening...Kazuki, they need the help...""....God-damnit, alright..." Closing his cellphone, recently bought, he began to curse the very fact he had purchased the damn thing. Stepping out of the small bistro, he dropped a twenty on the table to cover the bill and a tip fished his helmet off the floor beside his feet, pulling his jacket back on and quickly making his way outside to his bike. With a flick of the helmet, he pulled it onto his head as he straddled the bike, starting the engine with a twist of his wrist and pulling away, the sleek black of the paintwork accented by a bright, shiny silver trim glimmering in the sunlight as he entered heavier traffic, weaving between the cars and finding himself caught at a light.... 'Oh, shit on this.....'Shaking his head roughly, he slammed back the throttle and brought the bike through the light with a jolt of acceleration that brought his front wheel up a moment, bringing his his body forward to compensate the balance and letting its weight come back to the tarmac firmly before speeding into the lane, weaving sharply until he exited the city outskirts and found himself on the byroad he needed...The road was much clearer here, only a few cars scattered around, and not a police car in sight at the moment. The needle crept up quicker as he continued to push the bike, closing in on maxing out the vehicle on the long, straight road...The few miles he needed to cover, a distance that in a car would have taken close to fifteen minutes without traffic stops, was soon over in under five as he saw the school gradually draw nearer to him. Taking the turnoff he needed, he breached the schools grounds before skidding the bike to a rough stop, leaping off and sprinting the last short distance across the grass. Looking in the open doors, his visor tinting the image in a deeper shade of black, he could make out the near side of the conflict as he approached... "Wow, seems like the young 'uns are getting along...." Traces of bitterness in his words as they left his lips, he managed to make it to the top of the steps before someone spotted him, helmeted and all, approaching. Regardless of Hircine or Varron alliance, Taiku showed no patience for the kid as he charged Taiku, yelling something indistinct among the racket of the brawl inside. His ungloved hand shooting out to grab the kid quickly, the older male still moving towards the open doors, he caught the boy before he could lunge a blow, the instep of his hand striking the top of his throat under his jaw, stunning him a moment before he thrust him firmly into the wrought-steel divider between the doors head-first, removing him from the current land of concious thought... 'Well, damned if I'm not going to give myself one hell of an entrance...The kids probably about one-thirty, maybe one-forty. He should do sufficiently....'Smirking to himself, he stepped into the main entrance, dragging the unconcious boy with him to a few glances from onlookers, those who were either too weak or too scared to involve themselves with the fight watching as this man, whose face was still hidden by his helmet, strode through the outskirts of the main fight. Another fighter swung a punch at him, striking the helmet from the side and knocking Taikus head aside, but nothing more... "Ballsy little prick, ain't ya?" A raised eyebrow that would go unseen, he turned to the idiot before grabbing the chest of his shirt, pulling him quickly in before butting his helmeted head into his face and letting him fall to the ground, continuing through before stopping. To one side, he saw a few familiar faces, albeit just vaguely familiar, being gradually closed in on by a larger group of, to him, completely unfamiliar faces. Shrugging his shoulders, he hitched up the kid he still held onto a little, twisting his body in a full revolution and launching the youth into a small bundle of them, bringing them to the ground harshly as he pulled his helmet off, flicking his head back and getting what little of his hair could get in his eyes away from his face. Approaching the group, one of the remaining Hircine students standing swung for him. Rather than deal with him elaborately, he simply raised the helmet, letting the kids fist strike the solid head-gear before it was driven into his face suddenly, knocking him back and out of Taikus path. Turning to the Varron students, he gave a brief nod as one or two of them seemed to recognise him... "...Aren't you dead?"He almost laughed at the remark as one of them, slightly surprised at the intervention, stood and spoke, but his response was sharper than would have been expected. "Varronites don't die so easily, you'll be wise to remember that. Now, I believe there's a little ruckus to finish off....?" Nods from the small group as he turned, sprinting into the frey with little abandon and beating his way through the students that swung for him, he was adamant on finding one person. The person that should have been leading Varron students to something more than a steady failure... Leon Loire... Coming out of the main congestion of violence, he was able to slip through the majority of the rest with the Varronites he had helped fending off the few stragglers on the outside of the main frey. His eyes scrambling over the crowd suddenly, he searched him out before a solitary fight a little aways from the rest caught his eye. A few moments later he was able to see clearly as he used an unwilling Hircine student as a footstep, yelling to Loire with a few words...Whether he recognised the voice or not, it didn't really matter. Just that he was able to hear them... "It's been a while since I thought I'd have to save your ass, Loire. I'll do what I can for the others, you deal with him!" Dropping down from the restrained student, he shot a knee up to put him down and out of the fight before turning to the others who were still fighting alongside him... "You all remember who I am, so they probably will as well...Spread word to as many of the Varron students as possible, just tell them that whatever happens they NEED to push harder than they are, they need to come together and fight as one solid entity. We can only do so much fighting in clusters, but they can win this if they can just stop rushing in on their own. I didn't come all this way to lose..." Nods from the others as they split from him, disappearing into various sections of the crowd, he could only hope that his message would reach at least a few worthwhile ears as he spied a broken locker sitting open....Unsure of what had opened it, he shrugged it off. Some kind of small explosion, perhaps? ( Thanks, Charlotte ^^) Glancing in further, however, his eyes lit up at seeing what he did, propped up against one corner and glimmering with its smooth polish. "I think it might be my birthday...." he muttered quietly, smirking as he grabbed the bat and swung it into the air, letting it rest against his shoulder a moment before he swung it into the lockers firmly, emanating a loud, resonating crash that even above the racket would be heard, grinning widely, he watched the few within the crowd that turned to see the sournce of the noise as he spoke loudly... "Hey! Who started a riot and didn't fucking invite me?" Whilst all at once he was intent on baiting a few of the Hircinian mass out to fight him, he was also trying to stall a few of them for time to give the messengers he had sent out a little longer to spread his message to the other Varron students...
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Post by pyro on Mar 14, 2007 4:44:59 GMT 1
Xantos the ground hard with all of his breath leaving him. He closed his eyes from the combined pain of the fall and the hit that the Hircinian had dealt him. When he opened his eyes he immediately felt another hit to the gut. As nausea from the hard hits began to take him, he felt the second Hircinian release him for reasons unknown. Xantos took the time coughing uncontrollably and getting back a hold on himself. For some odd reason, his opponents had stopped attacking. It was when he opened his eyes that he saw the cause. Tiao, one of the school pillars, had arrived and immediately stopped the fighting. Xantos got up clutching his gut. He relaxed by leaning up against a locker to gain back his strength.
'That could have been bad. I really was about to get knocked out a second ago.'
It was then that he realized that the water system had somehow been turned on and the whole hall way was in one giant rain storm. The whole area was drenched and so was he. It seemed that someone had set it off to try and stop the fighting, or just out of the chaos someone wasn't thinking.
Xantos then saw something interesting. Leon was challenged to a fight by Tiao. And to make matters worse, it appeared the fighting was starting to pick back up. Xantos knew this was his one chance and sent a kick to the brute that had his back turned, the same one that had him on the ground just a moment ago. Not only would he fall down, but his head would crash against the locker. Xantos didn't waste anymore time and sent a foot crashing down on the man's gut. This would knock the wind out of him and prevent his interference for a short while. Xantos then dodged a kick from the right leg of his other opponent, who stood just next to the fallen Hircinian. He then proceeded to grab the attacker's leg and pull him towards Xantos. He lost his balance and inadvertently kneed his comrade in the stomach as he fell, further injurying him. While his victim was getting used to the situation he sent at right hook and his face, only for it to be caught and get a punch thrown at his face. Xantos quickly jerked back to avoid the punch and simultaneously released the leg. He then struck the Hircinian in the face which caused him to release Xantos' arm. Xantos jumped back and got ready for more. However, before he could continue a fellow Varronite sent a round house kick directly to the Hircinian's face as he got up. In order to finish the other Hircinian, Xantos sent an upwards kick directly to his face. The Student was too dazed to block it in time and was knocked unconscious.
"Thanks for the help man." Xantos said as he looked at the Varronite.
There was no time to relax however, because as soon as the fight was finished Xantos heard a crash. When he looked back he saw a large number of Varronites on the ground and injured by shrapnel from what deemed to be a desk. Xantos immediately heard someone speak out, obviously the one who made this attack.
~“Form a line! There’s a hole in the Varron lines!”~
Xantos ran towards the Varron mass, preparing to join in the fight. He looked back at the Varronite who helped him.
"Come on lets go!"
They both ran towards the line to help. Xantos was now involved in the mass riot with the Varronites. And all he wanted to do was turn in an English paper.
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Post by Maverik on Mar 14, 2007 5:19:11 GMT 1
ooc: Pine's post has been deleted for the reason of it being too out of place. You can't just go randomly pulling in NPC's from out of town and creating the most convoluted of reasons to have them just happen by a large event. The use of a random character trying to bark orders will replace him so as to allow people to keep their posts in tact.
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Post by king on Mar 14, 2007 12:40:07 GMT 1
A loud crash was heard down the hall, heard above the sound of the small scuffle that was emerging. Those who didn't look instinctively down the hall would surely look just to see what it was.
Down the hall stood Kurtz, baseball bat in hand. The half he wasn't holding was standing where the glass of the school trophy case should have been if it were not shattered on the floor. Standing around him were a good number of students, most notably the entire football team, holding baseball bats as well, most smashing them into nearby lockers in unison with Kurtz swing. It was clear that unlike the others who rushed in Kurtz had taken his time and gathered strength. He had sacrificed speed, but he now had enough force to guarantee things would go his way.
"I believe Tiao ordered you to stop."
Kurtz wore a rather unusual look on his face, one that spoke of a deathly seriousness and intent that should not be crossed. Most the Hircines stopped immediately, knowing from experience that when you don't have Kurtz defending you, you don't have anyone to defend you. They also knew that the worst Pillar to piss of was him, as he had the worst temper when he rarely lost it.
Those who didn't stop would be swamped by the other students immediately, in numbers the would not be able to stop. They wouldn't actually hurt whoever it was...they would just restrain him. If they hurt the student, or if the student continued to attack others they would be in trouble. Unlike Tiao, who was no more for his fighting ability than anything else, Kurtz was feared for is presence and cunning. More than the other Pillars, Kurtz was a true leader, commanding the situation in a manner almost instinctively. Everything Tiao had said had become null and void, as the only person in schools would could even think of ordering Kurtz around was sitting in his office.
"Now, I think we all need to dry off for a bit, how about we go outside for a bit of exercise?"
Kurtz returned to his usually calm persona, though still maintain his aura of control. The fact that the football team moved forward as he spoke proved that his request was actually an order, and that anyone who didn't comply was not going to be walking out as much as dragged. Confined to one side of the corridor and pushing the group toward the door with the movement, the only ways to go was out of the door or through a large group a armed students. Anyone who knew their history learned long ago what happened when you tried to fight superior troops in a narrow space, and Hircine students tended to study.
Kurtz moved forward with the team, starting to herd students out the door. He wasn't going to reveal his intentions quite yet, but there was no way around the fact that the fight was heading outside.
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Post by charlotte on Mar 14, 2007 16:17:07 GMT 1
OOC: ( Thanks, Charlotte ^^) You're welcome . Just wait this next stunt ... I hope you're watching closely. IC: The appearance of another pillar, whom Charlotte could only assume was Kurtz, at the other end of the hall changed everything. Apparantly word had finally gotten to him as well, and he had bided his time to build a sizable group of reinforcements to take charge of the situation, as Tiao was engaged in a private battle with Leon. With Kurtz's support on the other end of the hall, and her antics - downing nearly thiry Varronites along with another twenty from one of the groups prowling the exterior of the battle - the Varron students would be sandwiched between Kurtz and the gaping hole left by Charlotte's improvised explosion, which had heralded a more organised wave of Hircinians to envelop the Varronites in an attempt to overwhelm thier attempts at an organized defense. Kurtz had moved his group forward steadily, pushing the mob backwards. However, the battle had progressed too far to be 'stopped', as Kurtz had calmly put it. The Varronites were prepared to go down until the last student, and Kurtz's urgings also threatened the Hircinian sections of the mob, which Charlotte had just begun to finally organize. To make matters worse, Kurtz's forces were pushing the entire mob back in her direction. "Now, I think we all need to dry off for a bit, how about we go outside for a bit of exercise?" She heard Kurtz say. (Sonofabitch!) Charlotte groaned. If the fight went outside, then the Varronites would gain ground, and open up their chances for a counterattack. Kurtz was making a mistake. The only way to stop the fight was to crush the Varron oppression, there and then. With them trapped in the hallway between Kurtz's armed gang and the Hircinian offensive swarming through the gap in the Varron lines that Charlotte had made, the Varronites would soon be overwhelmed. That was IF they stayed indoors, confined, with no room to break the pressure. There was, however, one trick left to send the mob back towards Kurtz, who would be able to crush the Varronites swiftly and decisively. Ah, the wonders of modern plumbing and fire-prevention … Charlotte turned back for the fire hose, ducking under a flying kick from a Varronite who had decided enough-was-enough with her destructive stunts. She dove to the wet floor, scooping up a jagged chunk of the demolished fire-extinguisher, scrambling to her feet and dashing past the student, who gave chase. The Varronite launched himself at her with a flying tackle, slamming her against the lockers. She felt a shooting pain upon her lip, and then felt her head drawn back, the student dragging her back by the hair, only to be slammed back against the lockers. Her vision growing hazy, Charlotte twisted the shard of metal in her hand and stabbed backwards, managing to strike the other student in the leg before quickly withdrawing it. The boy fell to the floor, clutching his bleeding leg and howling in agony as Charlotte dashed towards the fire hose, but suddenly, she felt lightheaded, unable to draw breath. She felt herself flying, and then struck the ground beneath two students, one of whom pinned her arms flat, the other slamming against her in a full-body tackle. She groaned, unable to move, realizing that her move had probably caused some Hircinians, for fear of Kurtz, to stop her from enacting another ploy to cut into the mob. Through her darkening haze and blurring vision, she came to a sudden realization. Kurtz was a pillar. That meant his word was law. Of course, the others would probably also have a plan ... she had been acting on pure adrenaline, supercharged from facing a massive riot, and had begun to lose focus. Silently, she berated herself while she lay on the floor, crushed under the weight of the other students, unable to fathom how her normally collected and cool mental processes had become so jumbled as to try and disobey a pillar's orders - though she hadn't been at Hircince long, she should have been there long enough to remember that a Pillar's word was law. Then she finally slipped into unconsciousness. (OOC: Edited for continuity issues with Kurtz's post. Sorry 'bout that: you're right, of course.)
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Post by kenshin on Mar 14, 2007 17:13:09 GMT 1
'I say this is becoming worse then it already is...' His mind lingerd, His eys focused intently on this clash of titans. Varronites were forming a defensive, while the Hircinians were going on the offensive. The private battle between Loire and shen was underway, he assumed. More and more Varronites made the scene. soon the other pillar, Kurst made the scene, along with what only Raphael can presume to be the Hircinian Football team. looks like he's packing heat... he thought silently. His mood was merely neutral. He would watch til the end and see who would fall first. But then the unexpected happen. An individual from the past, from Varron. His respected rival, Taiku Akimoto. His eye's were wide with shock. Taiku was a man who owned his own bussiness, but now he has taken the time out of his life to help the Varronite resistence. "You all remember who I am, so they probably will as well...Spread word to as many of the Varron students as possible, just tell them that whatever happens they NEED to push harder than they are, they need to come together and fight as one solid entity. We can only do so much fighting in clusters, but they can win this if they can just stop rushing in on their own. I didn't come all this way to lose...".
His words were like the flame to the candle of inspiration. A simple tear dropped from his eye. He himself has done nothing to help so far, but now that would stop. He looked at his Watchmen ring, closed his eyes and prayed silently. For Maverik, Tong Xian, Xenarius, Steve, Loire... His eyes opened in a flash, The glare of a warrior was seen. For Taiku!. He made a sharp turn and quickly Ran down the stairs to the second floor area. He heard from a few janitors that there was a supply Closet down here. He quickly started running down the hall to find a 'Resticted door'. Raphaels head turned frantically at every direction, trying to find a supply closet. When he reached the end of the hall, he found it. A closet door. "bingo..." He said too himself. However, Soon the deafining sounds of the alarm system went off. Soon he heard the gates close, and though to himself, There goes my offense. He thought grimly. But i cannot give up! The future of the Varronites are plainly at stake here! He thought outrageously. He turned and closed the supply door and sat for a minute to think.
[ooc: Edited For Kurtz as well.]
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Post by king on Mar 14, 2007 17:48:19 GMT 1
(I think some people do not understand what a riot is....or understand the fact that the majority of Hircine students aren't Varron haters, and do what pillars tell them.
If you don't understand that these students having been living under an oppressive and controlling administration, which was actually effective unlike Varron, do not even bothering to use NPCs)
Charlotte never even made it to the fire hose. All the students she thought she had organized jumped on her quickly turned on her, stopping her movements by sheer weight of numbers. They had no idea what she was up to, but they knew Kurtz would make them pay for letting anyone escape punishment.
The Hircine students, the ones that were not just dragged into a mass brawl, hated Varronites. The only other things most of them had in common was that they feared Kurtz. They had stopped fighting when Kurtz had told them to, because they feared what Kurtz would do them for the years they would spend at Hircine more than what the Varronites would do in the next few minutes.
The fight was over, quite frankly, because Kurtz had said it was over. His presence alone carried enough weight that the crowd was instantly organized under one purpose, that of doing what Kurtz told him. Any group that said no to his demands was pretty much saying no to the vast majority of the Hircines in the hall, and almost every teacher, dean, and staff members that would arrive soon. If anyone decided to make this more than the uncommon brawl it was, they would lose.
"Now march! Anyone not a student here will be arrested for trespassing if they do not leave school grounds."
Kurtz yelled to drive the point home. Most Hircine students turned and walked, those Varronites they were fighting quickly ignored by the bigger threat of Kurtz. He hoped that the older people who arrived would be wise enough to leave as well.
This was simply riot, not a planned uprising, and Kurtz had returned order. It was as though the military arrived on the scene and threaten to use tanks to stop it. Sheer presence was enough to stop it.
What the Varronites intended to do now was up to them. They could continue to fight...but that would be a losing battle, as the majority of the Hircine peacekeepers hadn't arrived and Varron was outnumbered even if they organized behind a single leader. They also didn't have an opponent now, so if they wanted to continue attacking they would just hit people who would get back up and ignored them. Even the incapacitated were being picked up or dragged out. So they could either bother to fight a losing battle or play along and get out of the violent situation.
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Post by Kokaku Musha on Mar 14, 2007 18:09:47 GMT 1
OOC: Jesus christ, you promise someone to hold your post for a few and you find yourself yet another page further away IC: ‘Shit… this is completely getting out of control…’ These were Kokaku’s sole thoughts as Jellar suddenly dashed off, fighting someone in the process. It seemed Kokaku was now being surrounded but what seemed to be Hircine students… but the point was they were all fighting randomly, which meant they attacked themselves as well. It seemed a local storm had made it’s way into the halls as suddenly the water sprinklers went off, stopping some of the fights but most just seemed to linger on. In the far distance Kokaku could hear someone shouting, probably a pillar but he couldn’t be sure. Before he could do anything however, a fast punch connected to his back, making him fall over on the harsh floors of the hall. Catching his fall with his free hands, he suddenly heard two voices behind him. “Stay down you Varronite scum!” “Yeah, don’t think we’ll let you take over this place, so stay down!” Slowly rising to his feet again, Kokaku turned around facing what appeared to be two junior students, both Hircine origin. In response to their requests, Kokaku gave a simple answer. “No…” With a swift movement, Kokaku swung his right foot towards the student on the left, hitting him fully in the jaw, kicking him away some feet. However, he jumped off with his left foot while he had shot his right foot away, making his body turn to the left fully. As soon as his back was turned towards the other student during the spin, his right foot had landed again, giving the left foot enough stability to continue as a connecting blow, only on the second student, who just like his friend had, felt the kindness of Kokaku’s shoes. Finishing his spin, Kokaku immediately bent his knees again in order to gain a better fighting position. ‘Damnit… I do not wish to fight these morons, but it seems there’s no other way to it… The Varron students are heavily outnumbered and will not be allowed to walk away without a fight… the only solution here would be to organize and move to a single point… but where?’ "Leon's looking for 'Musha.' You know him, right? I heard Maverik mention him. The red-head says Leon wants to make a defensive squad to put an end to things. Man, I'm getting a little tired. I hope this ends soon."Kokaku turned around and faced Jellar once more. It seemed that he didn’t recognize him at all though, even though he had been helpful only a few minutes ago. Responding with a small nod, he responded to the Watchman member in front of him. “I am Kokaku Musha… so Leon is here as well, is he? Heh… figures… He is correct about our defensive squad, though we must push forward to one position or this entire squad will be useless… It seems I’ve almost reached the end of the mass, so I’ll instruct everyone to stick with me and move forward on my position… where did you say Leon was? If we all move towards him we should be able to create the right force… Stick around me Jellar, we must rally now and stay as one force… You take the left side of this hallway, I’ll take the right… help Varronites and organize them into following us!” Learning of Tiao’s presence didn’t sound too strange in Kokaku’s ears, so his only response to the new news was a small nod. Yet the fact that Leon was fighting the pillar meant that they had little time in organizing and moving towards the location Jellar had just indicated… the entire other side… Looking over there however, Kokaku recognized another familiar face and a small smirk appeared on his face. ‘I should’ve known Taiku would join in on the fun…’ “Alright Jellar let’s get to this!” Kokaku strongly threw his shoulder into a Hircine student in his path and made himself a small passageway to the right side of the hall. He noticed two Varron students fighting one another, one wearing a Watchmen’s ring. Confused by this nonsense, Kokaku noticed a Hircine student sneaking up on the Varronite without a ring. Kokaku quickly sprinted forwards, only to be just in time to catch the punch the Hircine student threw. Holding the fist of his opponent with his left hand, Kokaku pulled the student towards him and struck his right fist at the kid’s nose. A direct hit was inevitable and the student was soon knocked backwards. The Varron student had stopped fighting and had now turned towards Kokaku, not fully understanding why he was being helped by someone from the Watchmen. “You two stop it right now!” Kokaku ordered. “We won’t be walking out of here if we keep fighting each other! The entire Varron student body will be dealt with if this doesn’t turn out good, so form one unity for crying out loud! We need to break both their defenses as their wills! Stick around me, push through just like me and take any Varron students with us! We need to organize!” Looking at his left, he tried to spot Jellar who would hopefully be doing the same as Kokaku did. The two Varron students nodded at him with stern looks before they both turned in the same direction as Kokaku was facing and pushed forwards, aiding fighting Varronites or direction Varronites into the same direction. The beginning of their squad had begun. Shouting over his shoulders, both aimed for his current followers as for Jellar and his company: “Let’s get to Taiku first! I doubt any of you won’t recognize him, he’s the one making all the wreck over there!” Indeed… it seemed as if bodies were launched through the air a small distance away from them. It had to be Taiku… and he would get him into their unity first, before moving on to Leon… if this worked out, they would soon be reunited as one group, pushing back the disoriented Hircine students. However, it seemed that in the far distant the amount of students seemed to lower… was someone already pushing students outside?
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Post by bk on Mar 14, 2007 19:06:35 GMT 1
He hit his target that simply ran away after that, BK was satisfied with himself and simply continued his mayhem through the halls, using his size advantage to punch and pummel his way through the crowd of Varronians and Hircinians. He didn't care who he struck down, it was all the same for him, and stumbling across a piece of material he had thrown into the crowd. The back lean of the chair. He leaned down, dodging a punch in doing so, grabbed the hardwood back lean and hammered it up into the crotch of the guy who had dared to punch at him. The guy stumbled back, before tripping over a falling comrade of his and he stayed down as someone else tripped over him. It was like domino and maintaining balance in this fight was near impossible. Then it all ended. And BK could glance over the heads that the steroids had arrived. Under leadership of the second pillar. Tiao's arrogance stood no match to this guy's arrogance. Well. BK wasn't one for stopping, and the fact that he hadn't moved pretty far into the crowd from the beginning, he was still pretty far from Kurtz.
Screw him... Just a little more pushing and these Varronites will be out for good...
And the push was simple. Amongst mostly Varronites, they wouldn't care if he threw something. The hard wood back lean came flying like some Frisbee through the air. A might swing had caused it to go this way, and it was heading directly for the pillars head. A trick was incorporated in this, if Kurtz decided to dodge, his steroid bunch would get struck. If he tried to swing the bat at it, he be the cause of someone in the crowd getting it in the face or otherwise.
A great fire starter, and it would only have Kurtz already failing popularity drop dead if he tried to bat the Frisbee, and if he didn’t he’d either get his face smacked in, or one of his prized American football players would be down for good.
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Post by travis on Mar 14, 2007 19:18:47 GMT 1
Travis still hadn't managed to make it outside instead he had been sucked into one of the mass brawls that had erupted in the corridors just like so many others that raged around the school. The confines of the corridors don't fit most peoples fighting styles so they just waded in fits and feet flying everywhere. It was chaos and no one walked away unscathed. Travis received a gash just over his eye brow and a few cuts down the side of his arms. He consider that he'd gotten off lightly. He had seen one Varronite take a fire extinguisher to the face from a Hircinian. Under normal circumstances something like that would make everyone nearby cringe in pain but the brawl had taken most of their attention.
Hircinians lay at the feet of the Varronites but so to did many commrades . Travis wiped the blood from the gash above his eye and looked around to see who else was standing . Unsurprisingly there weren't many around 8 Varronites, none of them the boy who had taken the fire extinguisher to the face. He was out cold leaning against the wall where he had fallen. ' Come on , i hear outsides getting messy.' . The others merely nodded and in their varying conditions the motley crew head off.
The rounded the next corner only to find a group of 25 boys heading there way. 'Scatter' Travis barked. They all listened diving into class rooms to avoid the group.'Bloody Varronites messing up our school' was heard by all eight of them as the group walked passed. It wouldn't be the last time they have to avoid roaming gangs of Hircinians.
Travis crouched behind a door frame and the adjacent wall with five of his group. They'd managed to slip down on to the ground floor and two of them had gone to scout ahead for trouble. Travis clicked his knuckles impatiently. The longer they stayed still the more likely they were to be found by a large group. Much to his relief the two returned shortly.
'All clear' The grouped moved on wards 'There nothing from here to the door as far was we can tell ' ' Good it not as if the eight of us are going to take around 25 Hircinians in a fight , the soon we get to the others the better.'
'We could Travis turned to look at who thought that 8 vs 25 were good odds. It was freshman and naive one at that. Travis looked him. ' Fools rush in where angels fear to tread , you might want to remember that out there.' 'I know how to fight,'' the boys eyes glared fiercely as if Travis had hit some deep nerve. 'That maybe so but you clearly can't win a war'
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Post by Darren Blayne on Mar 14, 2007 19:23:57 GMT 1
While the majority of the Varron students sat about bewildered, belligerent at Kurtz's sudden display of power and defiant at his orders, some of the more well-known Varron students were still trying to attempt a come-back in this riot-turned-full-scale-war. These attempts, even despite Kurtz's intervention, were well outside of Hircine's code of conduct, and, using Kurtz's very orders amplified, would be dealt with.
Darren pushed the button.
Alarm klaxons blared, drowning out the last sounds of fighting, as a series of large, gate-like portcullis slammed to the ground, blocking off sections of the hallways. Designed in case of a school lock-down, these security doors would effectively keep anyone from leaving the school. Unless, of course, one had them tampered with.
During the fighting, Darren had been in the security room, accessing the program by which the command to shut the doors had been given. He'd managed to turn off the auto-locking mechanism of the back door, but was not able to do exactly as he wished with the security gates. Instead, Darren sent one of the students he would almost call a 'friend', one of similar intelligence as his, with a knack for computer systems and machines.
During the riot, he managed to stay out of the fighting, going to each particular riot door individually, rewiring the panels so that the doors he chose would not shut when the lockdown was initiated. Once his job was finished, he ran back to his captain, sitting tight in the security room, watching the events unfold. Finally, when Kurtz gave his orders, Darren saw his plan fit in perfectly, and pressed the button.
Due to the tampering, both by Darren and the other student, many security gates shut, all across the building, keeping all those who would join in the fight from here on out trapped within their own section of hallway, but the gates that formed a direct path from the riot to the back doors of the building were left raised, and the back door swung open. The path to the outside was on the other side of the hallway from Kurtz and his baseball wielding football team, giving really only two option for the riotous students to follow: Go outside like good little boys and girls, or be beaten down for resisting.
Thumbing on the intercom, Darren finally made his presence known for the first time, his voice ringing out electronically through the hallways.
"As you can see, your actions now will hold you no merit. When a pillar gives an order, you are to follow it, but when your Captain gives one, it is to be treated as law. You will all head outside, and await further instruction."
Darren did not wait to see what the Varronites would do. The Hircinians would surely follow their pillars, now that two were on the scene, and the Varronites would indeed follow orders for once, if they knew what was good for them. Darren, on the other hand, had every intention of getting outside himself.
Exiting the security room on the second floor, he headed for the fire exit, conveniently located in the same section of hallway in order to give those who issued the lockdown a chance to get out. He quickly shimmied down the ladders, dropping the final few feet gracefully, his jacket pooling about him as he landed. He took his leave toward the back door, although, as he turned the corner, he quickly shot back around to his original side.
Who is that?
Pressing his back to the edge of the building and peeking around, Darren saw a force of about twenty-five men. All those with arms bared showed three parallel lines on their shoulders.
I know that symbol...
Moving a bit farther away from the scene, Darren reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled forth a walkie-talkie. Activating it, he spoke into the receiver, giving his orders.
"Hostiles from the former Varronian gang the Hand of Fate at the back door. They were here before I shut it down. They couldn't have known my plan beforehand, thus I can only assume there's a similar force at the front. There at twenty-five at this door, numbers unknown at the other. No one here looks to be in any position of power, so I assume whoever's leading this charge is in the other group, or in neither."
"We've got a very similar group on the other side, Darren," the man on the other end said quietly, sitting back in his chair in the maintenance building. Unbeknownst to many, while all the buildings had a security room inside for their particular set of cameras, all the outdoor cameras were sent via closed-circuit tv to a room in the maintenance building, which was little more than a glorified shack serving otherwise as a large, organized tool shed. "They look about the same, if the leader's over there, he's blending in real well. Wait... wait a sec, I think I see him. Just opposite your wall. Kid in a mask, about ten people standing with him."
"Give the orders, then, twenty faculty members, all with physical prowess, armed with nightsticks to confront, question, and if necessary, subdue, the leader. I'll deal with the back door group myself. I'll expect Kurtz to be able to take care of the front door group later on."
"Roger that, Darren."
Slipping the walkie back into his pocket, Darren stealthily creeped over to the opposite end of the wall, the one perpendicular to the back door. Looking around for a makeshit weapon nearby, Darren spied a bag of golf clubs, no doubt left by one of the teachers. A slight smirk crossed his face, and he grabbed the bag, perusing the various clubs. Selecting the driver, Darren looked it up and down, nodding at the large, titanium head on it, and shouldered it as he casually strode forth toward the group.
"Expecting someone...?"
Meanwhile...
"Alright, steady..."
The teacher in charge, nightstick in hand, whispered to the other nineteen. "Remember, we approach and surround, and I'll speak to him. If they show resistance of any fashion, descend upon them, got it?" After receiving a few nods and grunts of approval, the twenty slowly surrounded Kvist and his lackeys. They were not terribly sneaky about it, but their numbers provided them the opportunity to do so easily.
Stepping forth, the de facto leader spoke to Kvist in a commanding tone. "You have one chance to leave, right now, and face no consequences whatsoever. If you refuse, or resist, you and your mean will not only be beaten down, you will face punishment from the school as well. You can't afford this one. Walk away."
((Travis, for the sake of making things interesting, let's say you and your boys were ones that were locked down before they reached the main riot, okay?))
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Post by travis on Mar 14, 2007 20:39:50 GMT 1
((sure ok))
Travis and the seven other Varronites moved hurriedly through the hallway hoping not to be found by the Hircinians in there current condition. They'd be safety with the others outside than in here alone apart from others like them. There was not much eight people could do together but with more people ... the list was endless. That was what was keeping Travis adrenaline pumping . He had moved to the front of his group taking up fast walking pace the rest were struggling to match. The bleeding had ceased and the blood was starting to form a crust on his skin.
'I thought you said this was near?'
' It's near enough'
'Meh' Travis gave up questioning the boy . It was just another pointless waste of energy a bit like the battle. Really what was going to come of it? Travis didn't know and at that point in time he didn't really care as his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of something unmistakably heavy hitting the ground.
In front of them were thick metal bars that blocked there path to the outside world. The gates were great, heavy things wouldn't move without an army of people.
'Wtf! Where did these come from?' The freshman who had been so insulted by Travis's words walked over to the bars and tried to shake them but no no avail.
' Thats not going anywhere, whatever we do. I bet that Bastard of a '
"As you can see, your actions now will hold you no merit. When a pillar gives an order, you are to follow it, but when your Captain gives one, it is to be treated as law. You will all head outside, and await further instruction."The message rang out in clear crisp audio along the corridor.
I fucking knew it. Darren, bloody Blayne this typical of him. This was one of the older looking boys in the group.I wondered when he'd be showing his hand
Travis quickly grasped that they were refering to the school captain some one he had never met or seen. 'Well I'll give him this hes knows how to win a battle.'
So what now ?
'Back the way we came and be quick about it'
((More detail in post to come)0
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Post by Dean on Mar 14, 2007 22:00:32 GMT 1
(My god alot happens in a day here.)
Dante’s first attack would hit Dean and he moved backwards. “Now that was uncalled for.” Dean muttered, but then saw Pain killer attack Dante, weather it hit or not Dean didn’t care Dean simply moved away from Dante. Dean did not want to fight him. Well not right now anyway. But then things got real interesting. Water everywhere, and explosion, another pillar and even Taiku, although Dean only took a quick glance at him “Oh shit, better keep away from him, he might still be pissed that I helped burn down his club.” Dean said this to himself, not that anyone around him would have heard.
Then the orders came to leave the building but Dean took no notice, it wouldn’t be the first time he had been arrested anyway. But then something shocked Dean, the hallway began to get closed off and he would be quite close to one that shut, quickly reacting and moving to the right Dean had stopped himself from getting caught with the weaker students, Dean wanted blood from the more well known students, and it appeared that some of them were on this side ~It reminds me of a huge mosh pit, awesome~ Dean thought to himself before charging at a few Hircinians that had yet to make it outside, a couple were dragged to the floor while the rest continued to run.
"As you can see, your actions now will hold you no merit. When a pillar gives an order, you are to follow it, but when your Captain gives one, it is to be treated as law. You will all head outside, and await further instruction."
This came on over the intercom ~What a fuckin faggot, always gotta ruin the fun~ Dean smile as he thought this and continued to fight the few people he had knocked over until word had reached him of some Hand of Fate members that were around and then learned the whereabouts of Kvist “Didn’t take him long, better go see if he needs me now.” Dean then ran from the main crowd he was fighting, they were busy beating on some poor little Varronites.
It took Dean a couple of minutes to get in view of Kvist and his few minions around him but they had been surrounded. Dean approached them but stayed just far enough away so he wouldn’t be seen by anybody for the time being. “Lets see what these guys want first.” The only person who had a chance of seeing Dean was possibly Kvist and a couple minions, Dean then waited for any sign that he was needed to jump in anywhere.
(hope you don't mind me leaving you Dante)
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Mar 14, 2007 22:06:21 GMT 1
(OOC: Oy Vay.)
Sometime since the start of their battle Tiao had heard the loud pop of an explosion. He didn't pay too much heed to it at the moment. He was too focused on taking down Loire that the explosion would have to wait for his attention.
The strikes connected fully with Leon, Tiao taking more than a little satisfaction in this. Loire might of thought to of won their previous word battle, but when it came right down to real battle Tiao didn't need to think who would win.
His left shoulder was pushed back by Leon's right arm, causing him to torque to the left. By creating space between them, Loire had just hurt his chances of his punch landing. Tiao's right arm had come back to position a while ago, since Leon did a minor deflection and not a large one. Tiao's right hand would come in with a sharp jab with the edge of his hand to the inside, striking Leon's slightly curved strike before it made its mark.
The punch passed in front of Tiao's face as he turned to follow it, leading up with another vicious attack. Tiao's torque to the left turned into a slide back with his left foot, jumping off both feet as his body moved counterclockwise in the air. Putting alot of body weight in the attack to speed up its momentum, Tiao curled in his right leg as his left came in a wide arc, the heel aiming for Leon's left cheekbone just over the shoulder of the punch that had gone to his inside.
It had built up alot of momentum quickly, and Leon would be hard pressed for time and man power to stop such a well placed blow; so likely Leon would be knocked to the ground though likely still concious. Tiao would take a step back, as down the hallway Kurtz stood, pounding the lockers with baseball bats as he finally had come to back him up.
No more than a few moments later the gates swung down, Darren giving a message overhead. If Leon was knocked down from the strike, he may or may not have gotten up at this point. Whether he did or not, Tiao would kick his foot out lightly, kicking the water on the ground up into Leon's face before he spoke to him.
"It's over Loire." Tiao stated, giddy from hitting Leon so nicely. "You're side lost and there will be repercussions. Whether or not you chose to surrender now and go with them will depend on how harsh those repercussions will be. So make your choice Leon, you want to get beaten again, sharing some with the other kids, or are you going to take your time-out quietly?"
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Post by Leon Loire on Mar 14, 2007 22:58:25 GMT 1
'Wrong move fool!'
Shen had succeeded rather well in his strike to Loire's stomach, and had done well to evade his countering punch, but his final attempt at finishing Loire once and for all had been his flaw. Before Leon had begun his use of punches in battle, he had relied completely upon the power of the legs against his enemies, and had effectively come to understand their physics and power.
As Shen's body began to tilt forward, Leon's arms were already in the works of returning to defensive positions, and as soon as Shen's body began to suddenly work its twist, Leon could sense an attempt at a heel kick. It was one of Loire's preferred strikes in the end, and such things were truly a pain to take.
With the majority of his weight still grounded on his left leg, Loire allowed his knee to bend, bringing the left side of his body directly underneath the target zone of the attack; using his left arm as support as its palm struck the tile below, Leon kept his own right leg straight and angled above him, the boot just about parallel with Tiao's body. As the left leg came about in its turn, Leon struck his right leg forward with a somewhat restricted power - considering, unfortunately, the awkwardness of the position, the lack of momentum, and Leon's own wounded abdomen. However, Tiao had no clear defense at the target - his own abdomen - and the aim was not necessarily to harm him, but to force his body's momentum toward his own right side, far away from Leon and to crash on to the ground thanks to his flying legs.
Either way, if the counter struck or not, Leon's body was fortunately safe from Tiao's finishing move, and if his own counter missed, Shen would only end up landing on the ground nearby somewhat bewildered, opening him to a leg kick that would send him to ground either way...
However, it seemed the riot was a supernova of activity. The explosion had sent several Varronites onto the ground in pain, the Hircinian attackers were now attempting to break the Varronite forces in vain, and the Varronites themselves were organizing. Things were looking up, and Loire could sense that his friends and comrades still had a chance to prepare a viable defense and hold off their attackers to make their stand, to speak their beliefs, to prove to Hircine High that their own ideals were false, wrong, inhumane.
Somewhere in background, Leon heard the shout of a familiar voice - an extremely familiar voice - that spoke of his own command helping to keep the Varronites together, and somewhere in his own body, Leon's heart felt uplifted. If it was the voice he recognized, it seemed Kazuki Shinato had suddenly become his guardian angel.
'How ironic...'
Yet, the hope suddenly ended, not with a sudden arrival of defeat - well, perhaps it could be seen that way. A sudden wave of denting cracks and collisions vibrated down the hallway, bringing the entire riot's attention to a second pillar: none other than Kurtz himself. Behind him stood the school's entire varsity football team, and all armed themselves with the baseball team's wooden bats.
'Shit, they're flanking us! Had we kept that end clear, we could have stood a chance of holding things. Fighting back Kurtz will only make defeat come more quick -'
Suddenly Kurtz's commands had a sort of hypnotic affect on the entire Hircine population, as nearly all of them dropped their violent actions and, like the broken sheep they were, turned tail and slowly tread toward the gate that awaited them. Perhaps peace, perhaps slaughter; no one knew what await on the other end. But as Hircinians, they only followed orders.
And Leon Loire couldn't help but find himself trapped. Here was a clear chance to make their final stand. If the Varronite population stood tall and waited for the majority of the Hircinians to reach the door, their own group would have enough strength in numbers and experience - considering they were the most dangerous of Varron Academy - to take down Kurtz without much of a sweat, before being able to retreat and prepare another defense.
But really, was such a suicide tactic worth it, either honorably or politically? In the end, both sides had been at fault for the riot; a Hircinian started the verbal war, but a Varronite had begun the massive physical one. In the end, both parties were equally responsible, and in truth, Leon and the other Varronites no longer had the ability to argue discrimination or justice. They had eventually led themselves down into a path of merely becoming students. Somehow, through the violence and their resistance to the Hircine attackers, they had overcome the discrimination from the eyes of the staff by becoming discriminated by their own classmates.
'This is insane... it's not even a defeat, more of a catastrophe of both sides. For a day, we'll be free of social discrimination... at least, I hope so.'
So the question was rather simple: resist, or give in? Was it really worth it any longer to resist? Peace had been brought, the Varronites - in a whole - were safe, and their image as both a social group and a threat to the strength of the Pillar System and the Corporal Punishment System was at its potential highest. But if they continued to fight, they'd come off as the aggressors, the bloodthirsty thugs the Hircinians believed them to be.
So perhaps for once, it was time the Varronites accepted their place as at least students - for the time being.
Still, after the few moments of contemplating all thought and sight, after watching as the Varronites began to collect and follow both Taiku and Kokaku forward, Loire heard the voice of Shen as he rose up and bantered for his surrender. Whether he had evaded Loire's strike or not, it seemed the Captain's sudden involvement had reminded him of "authority."
'So Blayne's just an overseer... interesting.'
Leon felt a smirk spread across his lips as he turned to face Shen. It was clear, however, that the Pillar was no pushover in combat. Leon had underestimated him, regardless of the chaotic surroundings. Shen had struck him twice, evaded half of his own counters, and could have knocked out Leon rather quickly had it not been for his own knowledge of high kicks. It was clear that no matter how arrogant or foolish Tiao was in his policies or beliefs, his way with the fist was clearly dangerous.
Of course, Leon still considered one's mind far stronger than their fists, regardless of what Shen would continue to believe in his "skills."
"Hardly, our side was far from loss, you're only lucky a fellow Pillar joined in the fray, or else we would have had you and your disorganized grunts on the run. However..." Leon took another look around, noting the Varronite units coming closer, "I'd rather be outside with my kind than with the likes of you Shen, so I'll be smart and swallow my pride - something you could never do. I'll accept defeat for now. Do what you must... dog."
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Post by Dante Williams on Mar 14, 2007 23:54:03 GMT 1
OOC: If people don't think this is realistic, pm me and I'll modify my post so that I'll be hit...
"Shit." Dante said calmly as Dean moved backwards, dodging his attack, then he looked behind him and saw Pain Killer trying to kick the back of his leg.
Aw great... Dante thought, If he gets me, my leg will probably be useless, granted the fact that all of my weight is focused on it, and that will be one less Watchman in this hell of a riot...
Then, Dante did the only thing he could do without making himself useless. He fell backwards purposefully, taking away the weight on his left leg.
As Pain Killer's kick made impact with Dante's leg, a shot of pain spread and made Dante yelp. Then he hit the ground, and got up shakily and turned around, attempting to run away.
God... I need to find Kokaku, but he doesn't really help anything... He thought of Pain Killer. I need to think of a way to throw him off of my ass...
He looked around and then a small explosion occured, making large room in the Varron lines as some of the Hircinians began to fill it, breaking the mob.
Dante looked back and attempted to run into the forming Hircinian mob. Sure he was taking his chances by running into the enemy, but anything was better than being with that guy...
"As much as I'd love to hang around..." Dante said, eyeing his escape, "... I have to go, I prefer to have my ass intact..." He made a break for the forming crowd and squeezed himself inside of it.
"Hopefully I lost that guy and he'll be coming after someone else while I get some help..."
PS. I know, really crappy post... >.>
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Post by saskai on Mar 15, 2007 0:17:13 GMT 1
OOC: I am back a lot of posts so if something is out of tune, just complain and I will change it.
Mayon had followed Charlotte as she pulled her little stunt with the fire hose and the extinguisher. He had no idea what she had planned and was shocked to see what she had caused. Mayon saw as she gave the Hircinians the edge. Mayon lost sight of Charlotte as she went on, but before she left, she suggested to Mayon to either run or fight. He knew that he couldn’t let her do anything like this again and quickly moved through the riot trying to find her.
Mayon suddenly realized what a stupid mistake he had made. Surrounding Mayon was Hircinians and no Varronites. Most didn’t notice him yet, giving him a slight edge, but he would have to move quickly and get out of there before he was even more outnumbered.
Before Mayon moved, another Varronite (Dante) had entered the group. Mayon could tell the guy was a Varronite but had no idea who it was. He dodged a right jab at his face from one large Hircinian as he grabbed a small one by the left arm, and threw him at the other one, knocking them both on the ground. This gave Mayon enough time to approach the lone Varronite. More Hircinians would come soon and they were still surrounded. It would be a good idea to have at least two Varronites to hold their own instead of just one.
Mayon approached the boy and shouted to him.
“You and me both need to get out of here and find better fighting ground if you are up to it!”
Mayon was ready for a reply but was attacked. A man with a medium build threw a kick at Mayon face sending him flying to the ground. Mayon used his hands to push himself up. He quickly threw a punch with his right hand right at the face of the other man. The man dodged it and grabbed Mayons right arm. Mayon grabbed the mans left arm with his own and pulled back on his end with more force than the other man had anticipated, sending the man into surprise. Mayon threw him into one or two Hircinians.
Mayon took another look at the man he didn’t know. He was the only other Varronite right now and Mayon didn’t even know if he was an ally or not. The only point was that it would help if he had someone else to help him get out of this mess and continue the fight. He also had to find Charlotte and stop her from whatever plans she had next.
“I don’t know if your on my side of things or not, but you are a Varronite and we are being attacked by the same enemy. Now, will you help or not?”
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Post by Pain Killer on Mar 15, 2007 0:35:59 GMT 1
Dante fell back, nullifying the crippling part of Adam's attack, though the pain was there all the same. Before the self-proclaimed Pain Killer could press his advantage, he felt someone tap his shoulder, demanding his attention once more. He looked over his shoulder, not bothering to face the Varronite who had seen fit to interrupt his fun. God, if it's not one thing, it's another.
"What!?"
"Man, we need to stick together. The Hircines are gonna tear us apart if we fight on our own!"
"Get away from me, punk. I don't need your Goddamn help."
His hand shot out, shoving the kid away from him as he turned back to Dante, who had by this time escaped into the crowd. As more students rushed in to fill the gap, Adam found himself having to defend himself from overeager Hircine students out to prove themselves. His fists flew without hesitation, striking and defending at a speed he'd barely been able to achieve in the past, and Adam could only feel proud as the flow of students attacking him began to dwindle, then stop altogether.
Until he realized why they stopped.
Down the hall stood another Pillar, surrounded by an entire team armed with bats. The native students had begun leaving, most of the Varronites seemingly following suit, though Pain Killer remained where he was, breathing hard, his soaked hair plastered to his face, even as one of the bat-wielding students came close. As he opened his mouth to tell Pain Killer to move, the school began to lockdown, all exits but one being sealed in a sudden fashion. The student was surprised, but Adam was not, as he recognized his opportunity. His left fist shot forward, striking the kid in the face as the right hand swung in a similiar fashion just moments later, giving the old one-two combo to the unsuspecting kid, who proceeded to fall to the ground, the bat rolling out of his hand.
"Well, geez. If you're not gonna use it..."
In one swift movement, Pain Killer snatched up the weapon, smiling before the voice came over the speakers. Darren... You were lucky last time, let's see how well you do when I break your legs... His eyes travelled across the room, planning his route quickly as the students left. In the giant mass, one person being struck wouldn't make much of a commotion, giving Pain Killer a few moments before the other bat-wielding students would notice his new acquisition. Still, there was little doubt he'd be caught before escaping, but his pride refused to simply walk off like the rest.
"That's it? Just a few words, and the rest of you fall in line with the rest of the Hircine garbage? I'm not afraid of a Captain who won't show his face, or a Pillar who hides behind others to do his work for him. Come move me, if you're up to it!"
Grinning like a madman with the bat resting against his right shoulder, Adam shouted out his challenge amidst the silent mass moving outside. This was no inspiring speech to the Varron population, no, it was simply a demand for attention. Attention that would come at any price, even his own blood.
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