Tell me what I need to know(Open)

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Doesn't sound worth it eh? alright fine, have it your way pretty boy. Just as Victor was about to let go and knock the kids lights out from the front he felt the kids hips a' shakin, and retightened his grip, shifting his legs only the little bit they needed, seeing as how it was very physically impossible for his groin to be hit with a kick with the two kids in such close proximity all Victor really got was a rough backlash to the shin. "That the best you got?" Victor taunted, his burly arms forcing the other kids back even more, gotta love the full nelson, there was really no escaping the unescapable grapple, the kid shouldn't have been cocky enough to let this happen.

Victor's strength was more than enough to force this little weaklings arms from slamming his friends together, that wasn't going to fly at all. "so, are we gonna try this again? or what?"

If nothing else, Victor would make this worth it for the stupid kid to do whatever he wanted. this was begining to become pathetic. "Just let'em go and you get what you want, for someone who thinks themselves so highly you're not being very smart about this" Victor chuckled in his deep rich voice, but not letting his guard down. Kids these days...

[Tash]

Medieval Times much? Tash managed to think as the prick grabbed her and Sam by the hair. Well she hadn't seen that one coming; he looked like a wet dishrag but he was at least as capable as all of them. Shoulda kept on your toes, no excuse for that, hon, she thought to herself. hags, wenches, peasants. Yup. Most definitely cheesy Medieval Times...and oh look, here was Break being their knight in shining armor.

Yaddah yaddah yaddah, macho man banter exchanged. Mr. Money launched a kick back at Break (ooh, not very chivalrous, dipshit) and then she and Sam were being slammed towards each other. Break's lovely nelson hadn't stopped them from getting jostled roughly in each others' approximate and potentially painful direction. That was not going to be fun, she thought, wincing, wishing heartily she were back at home, and waiting for an impact of bone against bone that.......never came. Instead a myriad of images, freeze frames of different places, some of them familiar some of them foreign, all of them curiously with her somewhere in them. She felt herself reach for one out of reflex, felt her body turn to elastic, stretch and shoot forward like a rubber band.

To any watchers, she seemed to waver like a desert mirage, then there was a sound like a small sonic boom and she was, quite simply, gone. An instant later, Tash felt her feet land on solid concrete and she collapsed in a startled heap against the lockers behind which she suddenly found herself. As she stood she noticed she felt the slightest bit shaky and a little dizzy. She looked around and realized that she was about fifteen feet away from the small fracas that had just started between Mr. Money, Sam, Break, and herself. Tash ducked soundlessly behind the lockers before any of them could see her and figure out where she'd gone. She needed a second before she figured out just what had happened. Her head spun despite the fact that the dizziness had subsided. How had she done that?! In her mind, she filed through the short list of possibilities and her mind settled disbelieving, on one...Qi. Apparently, she had a Qi.


Stats for the Next Four Posts:
Strength: 19 (+1)
Dexterity: 23
Constitution: 28 (+1)
Intelligence: 23
Wisdom: 32
Charisma: 10