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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 26, 2006 5:33:12 GMT 1
Standing out: To be the center of attention, the centerpiece, the prime focus. Odin wasn’t use to standing out, it didn’t suit him, nor did he enjoy the attention. In fact, he rather despised the eyes that choose to lock onto his being. Eyes of hate, anger, and fear all wrapped up into one. Perhaps the beholders worried that he, along with the other Varronites, were going to disturb what they worked so hard to obtain. Yet, he was never one to disrupt the nature of things, only blend into shadows and flow along with the current. Only when others focused on him did a disruption occur, so in one’s mind he could place to blame on everyone else. But Odin isn’t like that, not in the least.
As he walked down the hallway, away from the auditorium that had just held it’s annual opening speech from the principal, he felt the eyes of most Hircine High students attack his body through imagination. In some he saw looks of malice, in others he saw nothing at all, his showed a longing to disappear. It might’ve not been so bad as long as they had no clue whom he was, or where he was from, but during the ceremony he had been forced to sit apart from the regulars, almost as though he was a leper, then had everyone’s attention drawn back to the crowd. That’s when they saw him, that’s when his face was register, and that’s when he became an enemy.
Yet, in some ways it could’ve been possible for him to just be ignored should he have picked a more suitable choice of attire. Everything seemed normal, rather casual in a way as he wore a Denim Jacket to keep in the heat. After all it was still winter. Underneath that was a plain black shirt, long sleeves, and his ‘fashion statement’ was followed up with blue jeans and Nike’s. Nothing definitive or that would get him in trouble, nothing except for a patch located on his left shoulder. He wore it with pride, knowing that in his past school it was a sign to others that he was to be respected, and thus left alone. Here however, the Varron Championship Patch was nothing more then an arrogant statement of disobedience. Its colors clearly opposites of Hircine, the emblem and design of the patch different then theirs, even the writing clashed with the print of the school. As such everyone knew it came from Varron, meaning he came from Varron, and if he was so attached to his old school and it’s ways then he’d be a direct threat to their calm and laid back lifestyle.
Stopping and reaching into his jacket pocket his right hand clenched a small piece of paper, his locker information no less. This was his goal from the beginning no less, to find his locker then head to class. Yet it felt that with every step forward the crowds around him grew tighter. The other students were already giving him space, as though he was contagious, but now they seemed to be threatened. That, or they were stalking their prey and moving in for the kill. Either way Odin was quickly growing annoyed with their actions. That’s why he had stopped, that and to get a clear grip on the paper in hand so he could memorize its contents.
‘Locker number 2041. Hm, I wonder what floor that’s on. Is it the second, or the third? They should’ve given us directories instead of a stupid lecture on obedience.’ Odin had been particularly displeased with what the school captain had said. He had never been one to force him against the system, as he was a true Varronites from the beginning. Unlike most who had been transferred there he had gone by choice, seeing as it was his hometown. So he quickly learned how to keep out of the public’s eye, keep away from the authorities so to speak. But the way Mr. Blayne spoke it was as though the students were nothing more than brainwashed slaves, at least in his eyes that how the School Captain had displayed himself.
After a few passing moments Odin looked away from the paper in hand, realizing he hadn’t moved in roughly a minute, and that now the crowd had backed away once more. Perhaps one of their superior presences had acquired the spotlight from himself, which would’ve been given without haste. Yet he felt that any spotlight he had passed off was going to quickly return, most likely in an unpleasant manner.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 26, 2006 6:37:39 GMT 1
That one. He's a Varronite.
Tiao Lei Shen paced slowly at a certain student who was dressed in denim and blatantly displayed a Varron patch on his breast pocket. The sheer arrogance of it made Tiao snicker in his mind as he shook his head back and forth slowly.
As he approached the Varronite the regular Hircine students began to notice his presence, not that it was hard to miss. Tiao always displayed himself with a pair of such clothes, and his Hircine High ball cap. The crowd began to part, slowly backing up into a line that pinned Odin and the quickly approaching Tiao inbetween a mass of people and lockers.
"So...Varron Academy huh?" Tiao inquired, clasping his hands behind his back as he he brought his face just inches away from Odin's own face, a cocky grin on his face. After staring at his eyes silently for a moment he removed his eyes from Odins and turned his body away. "I've heard alot about that place," Tiao brought his eyes back to Odin's humor in his glance. "But I'm sure thats no surprise to you."
Tiao Lei Shen began to pace slowly, finding his way back to Odin's front. "Thats a nice patch..." He said as he stretched his left hand out, gripping the corner of the patch. "Is it some sort of novelty gift?"
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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 26, 2006 6:53:59 GMT 1
Odin’s lips remained pressed together, not firm as though he was holding back an emotion, just stern to a degree of regularity. He kept quiet as this rather brash, younger student began to move in closer. His presence obvious intimidated those who knew him, but to Odin he was just another amongst the masses. He continued his silence, letting the younger, smaller talk as he moved in close. Odin had a good inch and a bit on this fellow, and quite a few more pounds. He was clearly confident that if things turned sour that he’d be able to hold his own.
The mans inquiry went unanswered verbally, a simple nod to show a confirmation before Odin’s eyes went back into a state of watching the younger student. Watching as the boy turned away from him and began to speak again it seemed clear that he was trying to gather more of a response from the on looking crowd then the transfer. When he began to head back toward Odin, a sense of danger seemed to rise within the once ghost like student. Perhaps he had seen to many movies, believing that an inevitable strike was about to head his way. As such he readied himself, despite the talk of his Varron Patch.
Watching the hand he knew it wasn’t a strike, yet it was clearly a sign of disrespect, especially in Odin’s eyes. Unlike the man in his presence he felt no need to move slowly, thus his right hand snapped up from it’s respective place in front of him, gripping the arm by it’s wrist with a firm grip before it had a chance to skim the edges of his patch. In these movements he had dropped the paper with his locker information, yet that went unnoticed by both him, and the surrounding crowd.
“I don’t care who you are, but I’ll tell you now I find it extremely impolite to touch someone without their approval.” He spoke without haste or need to slow his words. This one would understand regardless. He did however but an emphasis in his voice that showed he wasn’t beyond knowing neither his own place, nor the experience it held. With a quick jerk of his arm he threw the hand away before cautioning a warning, one that was silent compared to the last. “Reach for this patch again and I’ll consider it a hostile movement. An attack if you will. You’ve been warned, so proceed as you wish.”
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 26, 2006 7:48:59 GMT 1
As Tiao reached out for the patch, he could see Odin's hand fly up to grasp his own. As his hand went up Tiao made no effort to stop his movement, as he decided to show his superiority through other means. Tiao's right hand snatched accross his body quickly, his hand forming a fist as he brought it back up towards their faces.
"I'm not going to speak of ironic hypocricies as I'm sure we're both aware of that." Tiao spoke, continuing to show the smirk on his face. Odin dropped his arm and gave him a warning about reaching for the patch, something that only made Tiao Lei Shen chuckle under his breath. After a moment of disbelief at this ones attitude, Tiao's eyes hardened, staring Odin back in the face.
"I don't know who you thought you were back in Varron but lets get one thing clear. You aren't in Varron anymore guy. Outside of your little city you're nobody. You aren't anyone here in this school, and you won't be anyone anywhere else unless you can stand in line an be a good dog like everyone else.
Oh, and I believe you dropped this." Tiao said, finally opening his fist and slapping his palm against Odin's other breast pocket, the crumpled piece of paper wedged between Tiao's right hand and Odin's chest. "You might want to be more careful with these things." Tiao probed, his eyes staring into Odin's, warning him, challenging him.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 26, 2006 8:15:18 GMT 1
Odin’s peripherals watched the mans right arm all throughout it’s movements. The way it swiped between their bodies, the way it came up yet stopped before making contact with either of them. Sure, it was fast, yet it didn’t mean anything if it was predictable. He let him have his chuckle, not concerned with this one’s motives of beliefs for getting in his face. Obviously he was trying to turn Odin into an example for all Varronites to learn from, that they were in fact ‘inferior’ towards those of Hircine. But Odin didn’t care, as just by approaching him with the means of taunting only showed who held more grace.
Odin’s eyes continued to stare, long after his grasp was released and his arm dropped. He let the student have his chance to speak, just as the same time had been given to him. Though different ideas began to flash through his mind, most going toward the factor of the school captain and Odin’s newly growing despise for him. When the pillar decided to thrust his palm into Odin’s chest he didn’t move, nor flinch. In fact, despite the student’s impressive speed he had failed to even twist Odin’s torso in the least. Of course he had prepared himself to receive the swift blow, despite how harmless it may have been. After this point Odin did something he had rarely done in the past: Speak his mind.
“Perhaps I’m no one here, but lets put your logic in reverse. If I’m no one here, yet someone in Varron, and your someone here, then outside of this school, this city, your also no one.” His tone showed a certain degree of disrespect, which was now obvious to all, especially after he continued. “But perhaps your right, maybe I should just become an obedient mutt and let you lead me around by the collar.” Murmur’s rose from the crowd, gathering suspicions as to whether or not a former Varron Student would crumble so easily to one of their own. “Nah. I’ve never been one for listening to those who haven’t proven themselves. Speaking of which, I think I should pay the school captain a visit, see if he’s willing to depart from his position.”
By now Odin was trying to hit home. He wasn’t one for mental warfare, however when he saw a weakness he wasn’t one for letting it go. Yet this student still had a palm on his chest, and thus it appeared as though either of these two could throw the first strike. If Odin did so it would prove that those from Varron, even those with a clean slate such as him, were nothing more then aggressive beasts. If the school pillar attacked first it would prove that despite their talk, they were nothing but a group of Iron-Fisted-Tyrants.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 26, 2006 8:36:49 GMT 1
Tiao never meant to harm Odin, and in fact he had counted on the larger man to stay firm. When the resounding thud emerged from the movement Tiao's smirk grew larger. The noise was loud, only adding to the dramatic effect. Anything to put on a good show.
This student began to speak up once again. He didn't seem to give off the impression of a talkative student, but it seemed Tiao's presumptions were wrong as he spoke up quite willingly. "Heh, that may or may not be true but guess what? We aren't somewhere else. We're here. Hircine High School. This is our school, not yours. You should do your best to remember that."
Tiao prepared to walk away but hesitated, this one spoke of going after Darren. Not a wise choice when speaking to a pillar. Especially when the pillar was Tiao Lei Shen.
"You get a patch for being the badass down in Varron and you think you can go right to the school captain? I doubt you could take down the school Nurse let alone get lucky enough to make it to Darren.
You could never get past me." Tiao's joking voice became serious, showing Odin he had no intention of allowing him to set the standards for the other Varron students. One person challenges the Captain and everyone starts doing it. Why bother Darren constantly with something Tiao could do chained to a chair? Tiao's eyes never wavered from Odin's glare and neither did his palm from the chest.
He wasn't going to strike Odin, but he sure hoped Odin would try and strike him.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 26, 2006 8:53:05 GMT 1
“Bold statements for someone so brash.” Odin’s eyes never moved, a smirk never appeared. His expression was as cold as ice as his lips pressed themselves back together, forming a rather thin line, though not out of aggression. Tilting his head down he noticed the mans palm still present on his chest, something that would have to be dealt with if anyone was going to press onward with their day. Without sign’s of hostility, beyond what was already present between the two, Odin brought his right hand up. It was a lazy move, but it wasn’t much of an attack either. Simply put, it was away to brush the hand from his chest.
His right hand came up, the lazy intent even present in Odin’s eyes as his fingers slowly slithered around the mans wrist from underneath. They were loose, yet gave him a grip on the pillar, just as the pillar could easily have on him. “I guess this is when we fight. If you wish.” Odin’s previous thoughts reflecting whether or not he was a symbol for Varron had diminished; he didn’t care about the rest of them to begin with. But if he showed his skills, gained some respect, then perhaps he’d be left alone. Alls well that ends well.
When he spoke the word ‘Fight’ his grip tightened around the pillars wrist. His index finger digging into the top of the wrist, the loose area that separates the hand from the forearm. It was a sensitive spot on everyone, as it was basically impossible to toughen that area. The rest of his fingertips would find themselves pushing into the mans forearm while his thumb worked on the forearms soft underbelly: The center with all the tendons and veins. From here Odin would move to use his superior strength to push the mans arm back. It wasn’t the most aggressive move, nor was it really a submission attempt, but it was the first action to take place in the beginning of this fight. Odin simply assumed that his opponent would either throw a countering attack, or break off the hold and step back before continuing. Either way Odin didn’t care, he simply wanted to end this in his favor.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 26, 2006 9:10:32 GMT 1
"Aren't we a pair then?" Tiao mocked, the smirk contrasting Odin's own cold demeanor.
As soon as Odin spoke of fighting the smirk left Tiao Lei Shen's face. It was serious now. Not only did the student state they were about to fight, but he gripped Tiao's arm in what seemed to be a hold, or a shove, or something. It didn't matter to Tiao, it was a hostile movement, and he reacted.
The second the grip tightened, Tiao's hand flexed into a claw. With a quick clockwise twist of his wrist, Tiao would escape Odin's hold which became all the more easier as Odin threw it back.
As Tiao led his right arm back, his left arm came up quick and accross. The hand was also in a tiger formation, and the palm would lead into Odin's right jaw, likely breaking that hinge if Odin hadn't already clenched his mouth shut. The arm would come in over Odin's right arm that threw back Tiao's right. The attack was meant for quickness, but the sheer strength Tiao held in his forearms and shoulders could possibly knock him out in one strike.
Tiao torqued his hips to the right as he slid his right foot back with his corresponding arm. All of these motions would add to Tiao's strength and speed, making up in power what he lacked in mass.
After the likely hit or even if it was somehow avoided, Tiao would rake his left hand back accross Odin's face as he torqued his hips back to the left, throwing a hard right palm strike into the man's solar plexus and snapping his arm back after the blow.
Lets see if you can keep up...
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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 26, 2006 9:26:33 GMT 1
Whether his opponent had overestimated his speed, or underestimated Odin’s was unclear. However, it was clear that he hadn’t expected Odin’s reaction time to be as keen as it was, his instincts as sharp as an animal on the prowl. When the left hand was thrown out toward his jaw he had two options: Block with his already raised right hand, an easy task, or evade and counter attack. Odin’s fists were his weapons, and his style aggressive, ruthless, and brutal. Thus the answer was clear.
Using just minor movements Odin’s body turned to his left, his arm rising up into a semi-defensive position, as he stepped back at a 90-degree angle. Not only did he just limit the striking area of his body in a sense, but he also stepped out of the way of the opponents strike. It was clear that the pillar had put allot of force into his attack, but his momentum could just as easily become his downfall. For it wasn’t even a full second that Odin’s left foot touched the ground before it pushed off. It was rather a hasty touch and go, leading him into a backward spin.
As his body torqued over his right arm, the one that could have just of easily blocked the attack, would do a forearm to forearm slap of his opponents, keeping his body turned over for half a second longer, prolonging the inevitable counter attack as Odin’s left foot found it’s place just to the side of his right, a few feet in front though. The firm placement of his foot however would not be completed until the back of his left hand struck firmly across his opponents jaw. His step around gave him more then enough room for an a bit of a closer shot, giving his already long arms a good chance of striking square. By the time he finished spinning his right arm would be up in front of his body, protecting it with a close bodied guard as his left would be retracted a moment after his hit. This way he was sure not to pull any punches, nor should he when trying to prove a point.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 26, 2006 23:21:07 GMT 1
(OOC: There was a bit of confusion in your attacks, but I believe I understand it. If I'm wrong, PM me.)
IC:
Odin had a huge burst of quickness and managed to avoid the point blank shot to his face. He quickly went into a spin, but no matter the momentum he built Tiao would be able to see every movement, giving him more than enough time to go into his next move, Odin only aiding in such a movement.
Odin spun and smacked his forearm against Tiao's. It would be useless to fight the momentum of Odin's spin, so instead of resisting Tiao added his own motion to the mix and began to spin. Spinning would mean Odin had just regained his footing, therefore a kick would be out of the mix. As Tiao spun backwards to the right, his right arm would swing out in a back handed crane, the back of his wrist becoming as hard as a fist only quicker in its relaxed state.
The backfist from Odin would sail over Tiao's head just milliseconds before Tiao's wrist would smash into the underside of his exposed ribs. There would be no time for Odin to change his momentum at this point so it seemed like a sure hit to the pillar. The focus of the attack would of possibly broken a few ribs, but due to the layers of the fighter's clothing it would likely leave nothing but a bruise, if not a simple soreness.
Continuing the spin after the attack, Tiao would push off his right foot, sending himself backwards. This would gain distance between the two, allowing time for each fighter to regain composure. Tiao would stand back relaxed, awaiting for Odin's next move if he wished to continue.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 27, 2006 3:01:51 GMT 1
His opponent may have had the experience and intellect to dissect his movements, making it seem as though he was moving frame-by-frame, but whether or not that matched up with Odin’s instincts was the true question at hand. A question that would be answered with a firm statement by the end of this fight.
Sure hit or not, Odin’s ribs would go unscathed by the wrist-turned-weapon, simply because of his next attack. Turning his backhand from a single counter into the beginning of a combination was nothing new for those who had seen Odin train, but for everyone else it would be an awkward, yet thrilling action all in one. His backhand strike, though having missed, proved useful, as his right side became his lead. This happened as he stepped forward into a straight punched, aimed with a downward angle to strike the side of his opponents face as he came around into the spin. The beautiful part of it was that because of the pillars spin he actually led himself into its path. Odin’s hands were to fast for him to switch directions, and his fist was heading the same way as the pillars body, set on a collision course where they’d inevitable intersect.
What turned the pillars strike into more of a disadvantage was Odin’s step forward. By doing so he turned his frame over, taking what would’ve been a solid blow to his ribs, albeit weakened by his clothing, and transformed it into a glancing strike that left Odin on the fighters inside; Odin’s play zone. It was safe to say that in a battle of overall speed Odin would lose, but in terms of striking speed he was Tiao’s equal, if not superior with his hands.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 27, 2006 7:00:59 GMT 1
By immediately following up with another strike Odin would expect to take Tiao off guard. However, the fact Tiao had turned his head before spinning would prove to alert the man of another counter. After all, Odin wasn't the only fighter who had instincts.
Tiao's already prepared left hand would push against the outside of Odin's wrist, causing the right handed punch to cross harmlessly by Tiao's head. The second the left hand had touched Odin's arm, Tiao's right would already be coming accross his body now hitting the back part of Odin's ribs, a more solid blow than the original.
Continuing to step back as planned, Tiao's left hand would shoot out in a quick tiger palm to Odin's right kidney, the strike being able to land and retract before Odin even began to change his motions from the punch. Odin's punches were fast, but the tightened muscle of a fist and the larger mass of Odin could not compare to the lean, relaxed arms of Tiao unless applied physics were false.
Tiao would get out of range once again, awaiting for Odin to continue if he didn't need a moment to recover from the blows.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 27, 2006 8:32:09 GMT 1
[If I misinterpreted your attack, Pm me. And sorry for once again stopping your retreat.]
There was a question that Odin faced all to many times in boxing: How do you stop a faster puncher? The answer was rather simple as all you have to do is trap them. In the ring it could be so easy as to back them up against the ropes, or pin them in a corner. In a street fight it was a bit easier, seeing as no rules truly applied, just lingered in the back of one’s mind. With Odin’s current position, and experience in closed range proximity, his instincts could lead him into a dangers scenario for either side.
With his punch directed past his opponent’s head he tried to adjust his strike accordingly, meaning he put more weight on his back leg. With his momentum moving forward and the majority of his weight on his back leg, his front foot would slide forward roughly half a foot to follow up at the end of his punch. His fist would somewhere around his opponents back, closer to his front right shoulder then the spine. Upon retracting it wouldn’t be drawn straight back, as that would result in an awkward angle, instead the curved punch would come up and around the connecting area of his opponents arm, locking it where his arm met his torso. With the slide forward, and his opponent’s backward swing, it meant a direct hit against Odin’s torso. Albeit it did have a considerable amount of force for such a smaller fighter, but against Odin’s battle ridden chest covered in denim it felt more like a soft blow that he often felt from training gloves at a boxing club.
It also meant that the strike didn’t hit its intended area, rather 6 inches more inward, and with Odin’s secure lock on the shoulder all he had to do to prevent his opponent from smoothly drawing his arm back was twist over his torso. Wouldn’t you know, that’s exactly what he did. Turning his hips and torso over and stepping about a foot in front with his right leg, he set the arm into a direct lock while giving himself the ability to absorb blows from behind. His opponent could probably send two or three hammer fist like blows towards his back, but without being able to properly turn over his shoulder it wouldn’t feel so much worse then the effects of a rough massage. To further help his own cause and secure the hold to it’s fullest, Odin’s left hand would snatch his opponents right, grabbing in a few select pressure points to keep it open. His middle finger would push down on the tender surface at the base of the pillars thumb, closer to the back of the hand then the palm, while his thumb would push against the blade of the hand. The rest of his fingers would merely add strength and support, his index supporting his middle finger, his ring and pinky moving more towards the wrist.
From here Odin, if quick enough, could take total control of the situation. Cocking his left wrist backwards he’d turn his opponent’s arm over, at least up to the elbow, to keep his fingers from his chest. While performing the peeling motion his left arm would also push itself away from his body, putting pressure on Tiao’s elbow and shoulder as pressure was continually applied through Odin’s tightening right arm. From here the best solution to end this problem would be to go into a takedown, and being no stranger to the ground game Odin would do just that. His right leg would sweep backwards, attempting to set itself behind Tiao’s right. After planting his right foot his left would step back, his hips through his shoulders twisting over as he went for a hip toss to send Tiao into a controlled throw onto the ground. If Odin was successful in this, his opponent would be flat on his back, his right arm still captured in Odin’s relentless grip, only with his shoulder now released from the python like grip of Odin’s bicep-forearm combination. Instead his forearm would be pressing against the back of Tiao’s elbow as his left hand pushed away. After enough force the elbow would break, but the strain before hand was all up to Odin. He could try to toy with his prey, should they be in this position, or it could be ended by three words.
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Post by Darren Blayne on Dec 27, 2006 9:37:21 GMT 1
(OOC: As a forewarning, I did not read the attack you just made, Odin, as you put far, far too many words into what should be a simple, easy to read and understand fight post. So, with that in mind, bear with me.)
"That's quite enough."
Darren's calm voice cut through the crowd, causing a few gasps from the more lower-end of the students, for they knew the voice all too well. It was the School Captain, Darren Blayne. All eyes, save for the two fighters, turned to watch as he walked forward, seemingly casually, but with obvious intent, towards the middle of the gathered group.
As for the fighters themselves, Darren knew without a doubt that Tiao, upon hearing Darren's command, would have stopped instantly, mid-punch if need be. He could only hope this one would do the same. However, if his suspicions were correct, and this one was a Varronite, Darren could only hope, for his sake, that he did.
If Odin refused to stop at that very moment, he would be inflicted more pain than he likely had ever achieved at his previous school.
"Tiao. We're needed elsewhere. Cease this pointlessness, you know how I feel about unnecessary combat on school grounds. As for you," he said, turning to face the denim-clad warrior with a stern gaze. "Mind your head here. We do not take kindly to upstarts and rebels; take care not to become one."
With one final nod to Tiao, Darren turned on his heel and began to walk away, knowing Tiao would follow in step, leaving Odin alone with the crowd.
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Post by Odin Reeves on Dec 27, 2006 17:08:36 GMT 1
[Mr. Blaynie, you should realize that when a post is longer it usually contains more key information. You should’ve also picked your spots more wisely. Tiao, blame Darren for the position you’ve been placed in, and I don’t mean politically.]
Twist of the hips, push off with his knees, and swing his upper body over, then the fight moved from their feet to the ground. Odin was in prime position to do as he wished. More and more strain was being put forth on the pillars elbow, almost as though Odin was enjoying this, yet his face held no emotion of happiness. It was a look of a determined warrior, not that of a savage beast. Perhaps it was luck for the smaller fighter, perhaps it was just a good sense by his superior, either way when Odin was going to show no love lose for breaking a limb, that’s when the Captain spoke up. Odin’s head snapped around, his eyes glaring with a murderous intent.
You don’t stop a fight unless you’re looking for one. You don’t throw in the towel ‘less your giving proper cause for your friends defeat. This looked poorly on the pillars image, and as such it lifted Odin’s. Stares would still show find their way to him, but deflect off his denim-clad body towards another Varronite.
Pulling his forearm from the students elbow he brought his right arm from the middle of the arm back down to the shoulder, switching its side along the way. Once it was underneath Odin proceeded to hoist the student onto his feet before turning around. The fight was over, it was his wish, but he hoped that he could’ve ended it his way. In eye’s of true combatants a clear winner wasn’t present, most would be able to get out of a hold should they know what their doing. As such, it clearly meant this fight wasn’t over.
Leaving through the students, heading the opposite way of the School Captain and his Pillar, Odin glanced back only once, catching the side of the Captain’s face. He’d remember that face, for that face was his next target. Funny, Odin never had targets before, this one just screamed for it though.
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Post by Tiao Lei Shen on Dec 27, 2006 20:04:27 GMT 1
The initial hit had struck Odin, but he was quick to try and salvage his miss into something new. Before Odin would be able to turn the hold on Tiao's arm into anything more, Tiao's left arm would shoot out quickly, forming a tight control around the fighter's throat. Odin may have been able to turn his grip on the arm into something else, but likely not before the blood and air was caught off to his brain. It was only a matter of seconds when gripping the jugulars around the trachea.
However, before either student had time to continue or react to anything else, a beckoning voice caught Tiao's attention. Tiao looked over his shoulder, turning to see Darren. He lightened the grip around Odin's throat but not letting go altogether incase of a sudden movement. Anything to tip Tiao off to more hostility, Odin would find his windpipe crushed under his grasp.
The fact that Darren had interrupted the bout meant either there was some pressing matter from the principal, or from Kurtz. Possibly about a new pillar altogether. Either way, once Odin had dropped Tiao's arm, he did the same to the throat, stepping away and backing up towards Darren.
"Perhaps another time." Tiao Lei Shen said with a smirk on his face. It wasn't rare for the School Captain to break up a fight, even if it involved a Pillar. It meant Odin was not important at the moment, nothing more. Sure, it made his face familiar to the students around him, but who's to say thats a good thing?
"Alright lets go." Tiao said, looking back to Darren, watching Odin leave out his peripheals. There was more important thigns to do.
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