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Post by Aedon mac Byrne on May 15, 2009 13:17:21 GMT -5
Lunch time for Moral Crest #42. Aedon mac Byrne ate by his lonesome taking it upon himself to become resident loner as he chewed away at a plump green apple he coddled safely in his grip. His cerulean eyes wandered watching each and every student that crossed his way with particular interest. Not in them in particular but their actions there speeches how they view the world. Most felt wronged that a test had been handed to them unfairly or that their boyfriend had cheated on them but they still loved them. It all seemed so ridiculously childish. He shook his head uncertain of how to change a world that didn't want to change. They didn't have the patience.
Looking down into his bag he found another apple, sliding a hand in their so he could enjoy it some more. Apples were his favorite the sweet taste followed by the bitter shock. It satisfied him for a time.
His eyes adjusted looking up quickly to a small pushing event across the courtyard. There was a dispute starting and no one seemed all to eager to finish it by conventional moods of simply talking and most certainly they would solve it the only way they knew how to. Some good fists. Aedon stood still eating that apple carefully to observe. if there was a helpless party he'd assist against a powerful aggressor. Otherwise he'd leave it be.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 15, 2009 13:54:19 GMT -5
Sylar was going to eat lunch. When he finally got there that was. He had run into a couple of thugs that were simply beating on a small child, freshman. He had intervened and broke it up rather quickly. His job was to create havoc but sometimes he needed to stop it. He needs to take a day off every once in a while to just do some good. He walked in the cafeteria. Quickly he walked to the lunch line.
He walked through the lines and got some food; two pizzas a bag of chips and a Dr. Pepper. He walked back out and some kid ran right into him. There went his lunch. Quickly he grabbed the kid and threw him. He ran at him while he was in the air and when the kid landed Sylar jumped onto his gut with a knee. He would then start beating the kid senseless.
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Post by Aedon mac Byrne on May 15, 2009 17:36:45 GMT -5
Senseless violence thats all it was. Aedon watched from a distance as the long haired demon beat the life out of a poor freshman who's only transgression was an accident he'd even said sorry for bumping into him. Someone had to do something, there was no one. Was there no one willing to stand up?
Aedon crossed the fold pointing an accusing finger at the boy, "You there Stop this right now!"
Aedon's face reflected his anger, why did the strong feel the need to punish the weak. So many lives brought to ruin over the fact. So many lives brought into chaos to darkness.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on May 15, 2009 17:53:54 GMT -5
LUNCH TIME! The most favoritest time of the day!
Victor had a protein shake that was a reddish hue, strawberry, and a large meaty sandwhich, with all the toppings. He was quite looking forward to it.
Victor had his characteristic big grin as he swaggered down the quad, today was a good day. His eyes where sparkling, his hair was just perfect. for once he felt like not even the biggest idiot could mess up his day. And yet, there was Sylar, friend and team mate beating up a freshman. Victor hadn't seen what had transgressed moments before, and watched as the poor kid just got it handed to him. Victor wasn't gonna jump in, it wasn't his problem, and maybe the kid deserved it.
"You there! Stop right now!"
It was clear like a bell and had just as much ring to it. Now this was interested. Break shifted his attention to the young blonde boy who just abandoned his sacked lunch and was now glaring at Sylar with a look of self righteous anger. "oh me oh my" Victor said to himself with a hearty, rich laugh. The kid was puny, and victor had fought Sylar before, Sylar wasn't a god of fighting, but he wasn't a push over in any sense either.
For now, Break bemused himself with watching what was going to happen, but his adrenilane was already pumping and he was really just counting the moments it would take for one of them to do something that would convince him to jump in and take a bit of the fun for himself.
He took a bite out of his hero sandwhich, enjoying the many flavors as he slowly chewed and enjoyed what was about to happen.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 15, 2009 23:14:04 GMT -5
“And what if I don’t huh? What the hell are you going to do?”
This kid was puny. There was no way in hell that Sylar was going to get beaten by a pipsqueak like him. He also wasn’t going to strike first. Something Gabriel had taught him without meaning to he thought. If he would wait for the kid to make the first move then he would be able to counter it hopefully. Sylar caught a glimpse of break there. He didn’t want him to intervene but if he did then their had to be someone else, or Sylar would tell him to back off. No need for Sylar to slaughter the kid two on one. If it really came down to that then he would but otherwise he wouldn’t. He wanted a fair fight none the less.
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Post by Aedon mac Byrne on May 16, 2009 1:07:20 GMT -5
Aedon's muscles flexed under the tension of his words. Every school, everywhere in the world, everywhere there was a person like that who felt they could push around the masses simply because they had the strength to do so. It wasn't right, there was always someone there who needed to put and end to it. Aedon's face scrunched with a passionate rage.
"I'm going to put an end to you," Aedon said in a justified voice full of command.
Aedon ignored the tact and paced right forward into the man's face and brought his arms up to guard jabbing a low left handed jab into his gut soon as it hit or miss Aedon would retract it to guard while his right fist plowed forward. He may not have the strength or speed behind the might but the willpower he had was unrivaled.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 16, 2009 1:58:40 GMT -5
Sylar would take the jab to the gut but blocked the second one. In a quick step Sylar would dodge to the left from the right hand and throw a hook, which he knew would be blocked but would quickly throw a knee to the gut. Excellent, he was fighting even more but he was being more logical in the way he moved. That was a sign that he was being helped by Gabriel a lot more than he thought. He just believed the man was beating him for fun but whatever. That was besides the point.
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Post by Aedon mac Byrne on May 16, 2009 13:09:15 GMT -5
The guy wasn't all talk Aedon figured out the hard way that the guy certainly could throw a punch. The guy's first hook caught Aedon in the face which was met by an anguished groan. That wasn't it the boy took his knee and used it as a weapon. Aedon could see this one coming and dropped his palms to catch the strike. They'd make impact with a boom. Aedon would fight tactical as well aiming to loop his right arm around the back of the boy's head gripping it tightly till circulation was cut off. At this point both their heads would be pulled into the core, the space where there heads would meet.
"Now you're going down.." Aedon would say swiftly before throwing his weight to the right and hurtling the man to the ground. The impact alone would cause more damage than his own strength would manage.
*thump*
They'd hit the ground hard Aedon wouldn't roll over to find an escape but rather flip positions and get his opponent in a leg tie. Arms pulling at the open palm of the boy while his legs aimed to pin his arms from retaliation.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 16, 2009 13:55:16 GMT -5
Sylar was taken down. The thing was that the kid had wrapped his body around his arm. This was a move that Sylar had seen many times but never found himself in. This was going to be tricky. With the pressure of the man pulling at his arm he would have to quickly find a way to do it. Sylar felt his arm losing blood. Luckily he figured it out. Sylar had noticed that a metal tray had fallen off the table he previously bumped into. Sylar grabbed it. Quickly he brought his arm around with the tray and sent it straight for the shin. If it hit the metal would hurt if the kid didn’t move. Sylar would stand back up and kick the kid’s side if he let go to grab his shin. If he kept holding on the Sylar would continuously hack at the kids leg. If he moved Sylar would get up and get ready.
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on May 16, 2009 14:10:49 GMT -5
Victor watched with passive eyes. They threw a little pre-fight jargon at each other, meaningless words before eventually... Damn that little kid was bold, even attacking first. Then break noticed something. Sylar was copying moves, it was logical, it wasn't sylar's fighting at all, not from the one strange instance in which Victor had fought him before. no, now Sylar was using the tactics that reminded him of someone else, but he couldn't place whom... the boy had been training.
A metal tray, nice touch, this was getting a tad boring though, the fight seemed so one sided, the kid had a lot of will though that was for sure. Break was almost ready, but at this point he wasn't certain who he was going to help, before it would have easily been Sylar, but now he felt almost like helping the kid. Break had been working on his speed and flexibility lately, he was faster now. and the honest fact was that admitting to a draw had left a bad taste in his mouth. This may be just the time to fix that.
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Post by Aedon mac Byrne on May 16, 2009 16:55:46 GMT -5
Aedon felt the surge of pain in his shin but didn't back down. He could take the pain, it was nothing in comparison to something far greater. Another strike, his legs shifted gripping tighter around his neck cutting of his air. He'd pass out in moment's if he didn't find a way out. A third strike in the thigh, his muscle and fat there protected much of the blow but no doubt Aedon would have a bruise soon enough.
Aedon's arm tugged harder at the hand pulling to separate the boy's arm from it's socket, hopefully it would pop with a noticeable crack rendering it useless. He would fight this one for justice little else if other joined against him Aedon would fight with valor if they fought with him he'd have nothing of it, he didn't fight for victories or loses he fought for what was right.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 16, 2009 17:27:20 GMT -5
Sylar was now being choked. He would have to do something drastic to get out. He felt the pain on his arm. That was it, he quickly moved in a bad position and his arm broke.
“AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
With that being done he would easily move to the side of the boy. He was still losing a lot of air. Sylar quickly brought his leg up and slammed it where the kids head was. If hit it would leave him in a very bad position. Then Sylar would stand up and heal getting ready for the fight to continue.
If it missed he would try one last time.
If the boy moved and let go then Sylar would lso heal and get ready for it to continue.
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Post by Aedon mac Byrne on May 16, 2009 17:41:40 GMT -5
The kid's arm broke. Aedon's eyes flashed open genuinely feeling as though he'd done something out of his moral code. He wasn't pulling that hard, only enough to cause pain to him. Aedon leaned back again feeling little resistance due to the broken limb only to be kicked in the shoulders. The force didn't do very much due to his proximity to the ground and Aedon's presence but still he'd move along with the strike releasing the useless limb and pulling up so that Aedon was now sitting on the boy's torso expelling the air that was their. His legs were still tight around the neck though there was a moment break.
Aedon now had open room to use his fists something he was more than willing to do. A quick right jab to the face would make this guy feel the pain. Followed by another left, two should be enough to knock the kid out.
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Post by Sylar Silverberg on May 16, 2009 17:57:27 GMT -5
Sylar felt the release of his arm. The kid ended up straddling him. This was fun. >.> <.< Sylar did nothing. He was bored of this shit. When the kid threw his right fist Sylar moved his head to move. The kid’s hand would hit the ground. Quickly Sylar bucked his legs up as to throw the kid off. If he went then he would heal and get ready, otherwise if the kid just went forward sylar would bring a fist right for the kids sternum.
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