Confrontation (Sylar)

[Sylar Silverberg]

(ooc: Wisdom is still at 13 for this fight)

Sylar watched as the kid flew through the wall out to the courtyard. He had hit him and the kid stood up. Impressive. The kid stood there and seemed to be waiting for my next attack. Hmmm. Smart man, he is learning. Sylar walked to the outside of the building and noticed the debris from the wall. There was stuff everywhere. Sylar scanned and saw a metal pole. Hmmmm. Lets recreate the fight with me and gabriel, except this time i'm gabe. Sylar reached down and grabbed the pole. He would then swing it as if it was a baseball bat and try to hit the kid. Lets see what happens

[ethan]

Ethan watched him warily as he stooped down and yanked a pole out of the ground. What an oaf. Did he really think that such a large, clumsy bludgeoning weapon like that would give him some sort of an edge? It would only slow him down, as Ethan would prove to him. Still, getting hit by the thing would be extremely bad for him. Possibly fatal if he took it in the head. Removing the pole would have to come first.

The moment Ethan saw the pole come right at him, his body was already in motion. Bending back like a willow, Ethan would be under the swing of the pole. He would then jump back into a backflip, his legs coming up and hitting the thug upward in the chin while Ethan landed a few feet away. If his attack connected, Ethan would take a moment instead of attacking to think. There had to be a weakness he could use against this dirtbag, behind that regeneration. He only had to find it.

(OOC: Srry, I didn't see that you already posted. I'll just go with it.))

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar took the knee to the face and recovered fairly quickly. As the kid would land Sylar would chuck the pole at the kid in a twirling fashion to get more of a reach. Sylar would then watch as the kid took a step to notion which way he was going and he would then run at him. If he caught him then he would return the blow he had just suffered by kicking his leg out as hard as he could to the kneecap. So he would try to make it bend the way it wasn't supposed to. If on the other hand the pole hits then Sylar would charge and try to tackle the kid. If successful he would struggle for the top position and start wailing on him.

[ethan]

The hallway thug now threw the pole at Ethan, looking to gain a long-range advantage. He had quite a throw. Ethan ducked and rolled forward under the pole as it twirled through the air like a boomerang. Wherever it landed, it didn't matter.

Ethan would come up into a kneeling position just as the kick would be coming for his knee-cap. Because he was in a small, low position and the kick was coming at a minimalized target, Ethan took it in the chest instead, his arms reflexively coming down and grasping it. Ethan gasped slightly as he took another hard hit there. It wasn't quite as bad as the kick hadn't gone where it was supposed to, but it still was doing damage that he couldn't take much more of.

Ethan would throw the leg off to the side and come into a very fast uppercut to the jaw. Ethan would then cartwheel off to the side to put some distance away from his assailant. He needed to figure out a way to beat him, to get past that regeneration. That knee should have at least knocked him down, but he practically shrugged it off.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar took a fist to the face and his nose was bleeding. It wasn't broken or at least he didn't think it was.

Wow that was a nice punch. How's your chest doing? Not to bad yet I hope. I'm just getting started.

Sylar would wait for the kid to answer. He would then take the defensive position and get ready, again waiting to see what the kid does.

[ethan]

Ethan took a moment to catch his breath, backing up from the opponent. He did not drop his own guard. It wasn't that he was really tired, not yet, but his chest didn't feel so well. He'd have to take time to recover for a few weeks or so, which annoyed him greatly. He really wasn't sure if he could win this, not under these new circumstances. He needed more information, or a weapon to give him the advantage. He answered his enemy's banter.

"That's quite an interesting gift you have. Is that your...qi?" He paused for a moment before growing much more serious. "Really, what are you after...you're not just some ordinary hallway thug. Otherwise, you'd be out cold like the rest of them. At least tell me your name."

Ethan would venture a guess, having no real idea but feeling it worthwhile enough. It wouldn't seem likely, but then again Gabriel seemed to know a great many people, and it wouldn't seem out of the realm of impossibility that a fighter as unique and skilled as this one could be affiliated with someone much more powerful. "...Are you one of Gabriel's men?"

[Sylar Silverberg]

What gift. And why does there always have to be something someone is after. Maybe it is training for me. Maybe training for you, but that doesn't matter. And I am not one of Gabriel's man. That should be an insult. And the name is Sylar. Remember it.

In reality Sylar was one of Gabriel's men but this kid didn't need to know that. He was going for the knockout now. Sylar would run at the kid and feint a right hook, which would then lead to a full on soccer kick to the chest. That was his weak area right know and Sylar wanted to put the kid on the ground.

[ethan]

Ethan kept his position, reading his opponent's movement's carefully. It seemed he didn't intend to reveal anything. He was a purely violent person. Someone like him could be quite useful if given a direction to attack, but right now Ethan had fallen under those crosshairs for whatever reason. He wanted to walk away from this fight.

Ethan stood perfectly still, letting out a breath to intensify his focus for dodging the next attack. Ethan saw the right hook coming, but gambled that it wouldn't be a hook, not even moving to address it. He lucked out. It turned out to be a full-on kick instead. Ethan sprang back; the tip of the opponent's foot caught him, but he was already moving away into the backflip, which carried him back a little further away. He gasped again and winced, his hand coming toward his chest; he'd still gotten hit, and now his chest felt like it was on fire.

Ethan would try to evade again, this time to get a counter.

[Sylar Silverberg]

This kid was persistent and starting to annoy Sylar a lot. Sylar looked at the kid, his chest must be hurting for the kid was clamping his chest. What should Sylar do? Should he risk being hit for the blow to the kids chest. Yes. He would do it. The kid was weak. Sylar walked up to the kid. Didn't run or anything and would take the hit the kid would deliver. Before the kid would be able to move though Sylar would throw one last punch with all his power to the kids chest. This was it. Hopefully the kid wasn't that much faster to be able to move out of the way.

[ethan]

Ethan backed up a few steps away from the slowly advancing Sylar. Perhaps if he got in just the right kind of shot, he would be able to score a decisive knockout against Sylar.

His eyes suddenly sharp with aggression, Ethan digged his legs in and instead of backing up a further step, sprinted forward without warning at Sylar, jumping into a flying, spinning kick aimed at Sylar's head where he'd been hitting him most consistently. At most, he would be difficult to hit since now he was a moving, aerial target.

[Sylar Silverberg]

As sylar was walking towards the kid he watched as the kid did a flying twirling kick. It wasn't enough time to dodge but he was nailed in the face. His nose was broken and lodged into his skull. Sylar would now look like he was defeated again. Lying on the ground bleeding profusely. Again the kid would think Sylar was beaten. Although Sylar would barely move. he would heal himself again. All bleeding would stop, his nose would be perfect and all the other cuts gone. Sylar would stand back up while laughing hysterically. (think of ryans laugh)

Nice little kick there. Probably thought you had me beat. The thing is like I said. YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!!!

Sylar would stand there to see what the kid did. Hopefully he actually surrendered this time.

(con down to thirty)

[ethan]

The kick connected. Again. It was a hard one, and Sylar's nose was quite shattered like a de-railed train. He lay on the ground on his back, blood all over his face. Ethan stood his ground, waiting to see if he got up from that. He did.

((OOC:lol, Ryan's laugh))

"Nice little kick there. Probably thought you had me beat. The thing is like I said. YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!!!"

Ethan only stood there, emotionless, while brooding internally. This was absurd. Ridiculous. Under these current circumstances, he couldn't win. Not because he seemed to be being outfought, but because he had no way of leaving a permanent impact. What he needed was some sort of weapon he could use on him. Something fatal. That would be an experiment.

Ethan finally replied. "Well, now...it seems we've established a stalemate. I keep knocking you down, you keep climbing back up again for more. I take it your strategy is to wear me down until I'm too tired to fight back...and then move in for the kill. Am I right?" He patted his chest lightly, gesturing towards his temporary wound.

"So...what do you intend to do now?" he asked cooly.

[Sylar Silverberg]

What I intend to do is watch you bow down to me in defeat or I will kill you. That isn’t a threat either. I will defeat you. So if you don’t want to be hurt anymore bow down.

He knew the kid wouldn’t surrender so once the kid moved to attack Sylar he would be ready. If the kid did surrender then Sylar would be shocked. It would be amazing and then maybe they could train. Like Break and him were doing except break had no clue that Sylar was able to heal either. That was his advantage.

[ethan]

Ethan wasn't impressed by the bravado. This punk was only lucky that he had this particular advantage, otherwise he would have been in the nurse's office, twice over. However, as much as Ethan hated admitting defeat, he did acknowledge his losses.

"It's funny. For taking offensive to being associated with Gabriel, you sounded a lot like him for a second. And no, I don't bow. Not to anybody, but least of all to someone like you. However..."

Ethan turned his back on Sylar, hands in his pockets. "I will concede you this victory, such as it is. If there's nothing else, I have to go." He'd walk away from this, though he was suspicious that he would only be attacked again. He stayed alert.

[Sylar Silverberg]

The kid didn't bow down but he had given the win to Sylar. That was all he needed. Before the kid would leave he would say something.

You are wiser than you seem. I do know Gabriel but right now who knows not who I am. I would like to call him my partner but i am no where near his level. If you want advice don't go near him.

sylar would then go and run to the halls. Running to find someone.