Double Dog Dare (Sylar & Specs)

[Kate]

(( OOC: Specs are allowed, if you wanna watch. :3 <3 ))

I double dog dare you. Those words held such power over students, over anyone who let them control them. Truth be told, Kate McHallin had problems backing down from certain dares. There were a bunch of students who were chilling in a classroom, waiting for their teacher to come back from where ever. The guy had wandered off for a bathroom break and had never returned. Had to wonder what the hell had happened to the guy. Kate didn't care though, meant she could relax in Math class, instead of doing actual boring sorts of work.

She was just relaxing sitting next to a bunch of kids goofing off, double dog daring each other to do stupid shit. It was getting annoying, so Kate decided to end it. Those full lips curved, and the girl stood suddenly. She was wearing a tight dress shirt and jeans with some heels, like always.

"I double dare dog someone to step up and fight me."

Yeah, the room fell silent. She didn't look like a fighter, but looks are deceiving. And this rich bitch could tear into people. Game on maybe?

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was sitting in the room watching the pathetic people playing double dog dare. It was stupid and a waste of time. They were boring him with their stupid dares. Somebody doing something exciting finally. That was when someone did what he wanted. It seemed to be a girl though.

"I double dare dog someone to step up and fight me."

That was the dare Sylar would take. Quickly and quietly Sylar stood up. He ran at her on his toes so she wouldn’t here. When he was in range he lunged at her. If she had her turned still he would hit her hopefully. If she somehow heard him he would miss and take into a somersault, spring to his feet and get ready for a fight.

[Kate]

Well, if Kate had been stupid, she wouldn't have been ready to fight from the moment she had spoken up. In fact, the girl was making mental notes on how people reacted, and where their eyes flickered to. If someone was moving up behind her, the people who could see it would react to it. A flicker of eye movement was all she needed.

Someone, someone real stupid, was lunging straight for her. Kate felt the need to take this fight in a different direction than she normally did. The blonde grasped onto her desk and swung her feet up to smack them into the flying person. The end result? If it hit, if he was smart enough to dodge mid-air or faster than her he might not get hit, however it was a good chance most of the students here were weaker than herself. The force would topple her desk, and send him flying the other direction, away from her. The blonde rolled with her desk, coming to her feet just seconds after being flung with it. There was a grin on those full lips as she looked where the guy had gone. Time for Kate to aggro.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar had been paying attention and got kicked to the side. Back hitting the wall Sylar fell to the floor. Crap that was one gnarly hit. Should have seen that coming. She was better than he would have thought for the way she was dressed. Quickly Sylat stood back up ready for the next move. He was determining what to do. Should I make her come to me or go after her. This was that choice that would make a fight or lead to him getting his ass kicked, AGAIN. Sylar decided to stand their, looking her over, d*** she was hot. He would have to wait for her to make a move. He was not starting anything. He took the dare at least.

[Kate]

Well, he stood when she did and they looked at each other for a piece of time. Booorrriinnnggg. Very boring, the blonde would have to fix that. The girl grinned at him, and winked. A saucy little thing she was, and the girl liked to use it to throw guys off balance. It tended to work. And then?

Kate would pick the damned desk up. The one that had just toppled over and all that jazz? Yes, the very one she had been seated in moments before. The girl would pick it up with a large grin on her lips and chuck it straight at the boy with all her might. Everything she had into that throw, then begin to follow it so she could end up doing damage to him if he somehow dodged. If he dodged, then she would throw a right uppercut straight to his face if he dodged to the side. If he ducked? Well then Kate would go for a kick to the face. Whatever was clever man.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar saw the desk heading right for him. It was something he had anticipated. He made sure he had a way out of everything as he stood there. With the desk flying he would quickly dive to the right. Not duck, or move. No he rolled so he was placed underneath one of the desks. Then he would slowly roll to the balls of his feet and stand up to the far side of where he just was. Quickly like he turned on a dime he would grab the nearest book and launch it across the room at the girl. He would then chase after it and hopefully round house kick the girl in the face. That was if the book hit. If it missed he would slide tackle her to bring her down to the ground. He had to hope something hit.

[Kate]

Alright, so the bastard dodged. However, he wasn't scaring her with a book flying at her face. If anything she considered it a stupid move. A desk was much harder to dodge than a damned book. The girl lifted her hand and deflected it with ease without hurting her at all. Smacking it away, and into a side student. Poor him, whatever.

As for this kid lunging at her again, trying to kick her and all that jazz? No. As if not. Kate was faster, and stronger, shit like that wasn't about to go down. He charged forward, and so did she. The blonde would meet him before he had time to try and kick her. She aimed her left elbow to smack high into his face. He'd have to block or dodge. Was he quick enough? Kate didn't think so.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar watched as the girl deflected the book. He knew she would but he wasn’t anticipating her charging after him. What happened next through him for a loop. She threw her elbow and smacked him in the face. He fell straight on his back and started to laugh. Not a little laugh but a laugh as if he were Looney.

“You got some power little girl. That was one heck of a punch. No wonder nobody else took you on. They got no balls.”

Sylar continued to laugh hysterically. He waited for some student to speak otherwise. Plus Sylar was a masochist. He enjoyed the pain and thanks to his Qi he could take a lot of it. He had a brilliant idea to taunt the girl. Slowly he picked up a pencil of the nearby desk. He slide it in his jacket with his hand. He then turned his back to the girl as if he was just going to leave. If she charged he would hear it. If she did then when she was close enough he would turn around and stab her with the pencil.

[Kate]

Lamest of the lame. Really, what the hell was this dude's problem? Laughing like that, saying how no one else has any balls... and yet he was walking away. And he grabbed something. While she didn't see exactly what, she did see movement to hide the object. So, just by putting two and two together Kate figured it was something to be used as a weapon. Well, Kate was smarter than that.

"By walking away you're admitting defeat and everyone here will know it."

She was standing there, cool as you please. The blonde was staring him down. If he walked away, it was her win. She had dared him, and he hadn't really risen to the challenge, now had he? Hands on her hips, watching every move he made, waiting on some sort of response. Why? Because Kate was smarter than him. They would be playing this game on her terms.

[Sylar Silverberg]

The girl had seemed to read my bluff. She seemed to know that I wasn’t going to walk away from this fight. She was starting to push my buttons though and it was starting to get annoying. Sylar wasn’t going to walk away. That much she knew. But what was he going to do. He was always so easy to read and everyone else seemed to be able to beat him all the time. One day he would remember that but right now he had to finish off this girl.

“So what would you suggest? You are the crazy b***** who brought up the challenge yet no one else moved? That is except for me. I seem to be the only one who actually tried. So do you want a knockout? Is that what your trying to prove? Your better than everyone?”

Sylar hoped to push her buttons the same way she seemed to push his. Hopefully she would send out a full on attack. That way he would be ready. Again.

[Gabriel Seran]

(ooc: Spectating...)

Gabriel walked in on a curious scene, it would appear as though Sylar had enough balls to challenge Kate directly. Intriguing fellow that one, though dumb to boot. He apparently had trouble accepting defeat which was a good trait as far as Gabriel was concerned, but the fellow was certainly not the best think before you speak kinda guy.

Gabriel didn't laugh or jest or anything of the sort he simply stood in the shadows admiring his own handy work. An occasional clap or coo at a note well played. Should have proved to be a fun end game here.

[Kate]

"Of course I'm going for a knock out. I'm not merely 'playing' at fighting. It's real boyo. Me or you, and no other way about it. Unless you wanna prove you're chicken shit and walk away now."

If there was one thing that Kate was very good at, it was verbal battles. She had been to company board meetings with backstabbers. You couldn't get worse than those sorts. Unless you were Damien Kross. She just smiled at him, sweetly like she always did when she was out to throw people off her trail. Or off balance.

"There's always someone better out there. I know a few who are better than me. I guess I keep looking for a few more, and yet all I keep finding are guys like you. Wimps. Weak assed retards who think they're bad ass. Stupid gang wannabes who understand nothing about a real gang, or what it's all about. That's all I can seem to find around here."

Never mind she was a Reaper. No one here knew that after all. Reapers were down to a few, and they were the only ones who knew that Kate was one of them.

[Sylar Silverberg]

That was it. Sylar was done. He hated people for the shit they had put him through. For instance he never seemed to win at this school. Everything was about who was better and they pushed his buttons one to many times. He remembered what Gabriel had said about not letting your anger take control. Well f*** that. He was surely done with listening to those bulls*** philosophies or whatever they were called. He was sick of the people at this school treating him like s***. He was pissed now. He was more brutal when he was pissed.

Quickly Sylar turned around and launched the pencil at her gut. He knew she would probably avoid it. He would then grab the nearest desk and throw it. Then the desk on the other side and throw it. After he had thrown both he would run with all his speed at throw a perfect punch that if hit would be able to break a couple of ribs. He was mad.

[Kate]

Well, her words had the desired effect. He pretty much freaked the hell out. She was ready for an on coming attack, but had thought that his hidden weapon would be used at close range instead of further away. The blonde dodged to the side, but her tummy got skimmed with the... pencil? Wouldn't a pen make a better weapon? Not as easy to break, and a sharper edge right?

The desk that was thrown next? The blonde didn't dodge it, instead her hands thrown up and she took the bullet. So to speak, her hands smacked it away, but she'd be bruised pretty badly where it had hit. THAT was going to hurt later.

Now then, it was time to address the charging student. Which was running at her right in this moment! Woo! Time to do some effin damage to this kid!

He threw a punch at her ribs, and her left hand came down to take the hit. Her arms were taking some damage in this fight, but she'd bandage and cry later. She made her hand open, so when the fist flew in she grabbed his hand. From there the blonde would pull him in close and send a knee straight to his ribs. She did like the sound of breaking ribs.

[Sylar Silverberg]

Sylar was in for the move when she blocked them both. She sent a knee to his ribs.

*Crack*

Sylar rolled on the floor. Crap his ribs were broken. He went and felt them to make sure they were ok. They were for some reason. Then he remembered his lighter he had in his jacket pocket. Well that was good. The girl probably thought that his ribs were broken. He would lie on the floor like they were. Screaming in agony, hoping she came close enough for him to strike. His ribs hurt but he would fight on.