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[Sara Quinn]

OOC - Same day Sara is released after the kidnapping, just after her meeting with Gabriel.

Sara wandered her way into the school feeling quite proud of herself. She had gotten a good start on her new life mission~<3 Her meeting with Gabriel had gone well, and she now had a starting place to destroying any sense of hierarchy in the school <3 Good for her!

Her black sweat pants were falling off her because they were so big on her after losing all that weight during her "training". Yes. Training. Her kidnapping hadn't been all that bad... She had come out of it stronger. They had done some pretty shitty things to her, but she still looked back on it now and thought 'training'. But she didn't really care that her clothes were to big. What these silly little students thought of her didn't matter. Instead, her tank top, also to loose, proudly showed off her newly acquired cuts and bruises up and down her arms and her burn scar on her chest.

She wandered the halls in boredom, searching for something to catch her attention. She didn't want to go home to the whiny little dog or cleaning her ransacked apartment, so she would stay here and cause some trouble. She just needed to find trouble now, and reacquaint herself with it. She ran her hand along the lockers in the hall, and slowly began to rap her knuckles on them, creating noise, trying to draw someone to her. Then she began to smash her fists into them, denting them as she walked down the hall. Someone would step in right?

[Adrian]

It looked like that 'someone' would be Adrian.

He opened the door from his class, and if anyone had looked inside the room behind him, they'd see three students laying unconscious on the floor for making fun of his new social status. The door closed shut, and Adrian turned to his right, seeing Sara gleefully bashing lockers. A smirk crossed his face, as he remembered the girl from what seemed like so long ago. Today, she seemed thinner, more well-built, and with no small amount of scars and burns, including one massive hand-print on her ample chest. Adrian's eyebrow rose, taking in the figure. Something didn't seem quite right, but he wasn't able to put his finger on it.

He probably didn't really care, either.

The three in the classroom had been a cakewalk, but they'd gotten his adrenaline pumping. He pulled at his pink button-down shirt, testing its fabric. It was still buttoned halfway, but he toyed with the thought of letting it open, in case this did get as ugly as he hoped it would. Deciding on it, he began to unbutton his shirt subtly, as he spoke up to the girl who was rapidly coming closer and closer.

"... you look like shit," he would say, plainly. Unlike the last time she'd encountered him, there was no hint of arrogance in his words. He was simply stating a fact, but the confidence and cockiness behind it were all too apparent.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara paused as she watched him come out of the classroom, her hand resting against the locker she had just dented. She recognized him immediately and smiled. This would be nice. Perfect. Time to pay him back for leaving her in that fight. Wow... She held grudges for a long time didn't she? <3

She stopped hitting the lockers and continued forward, her head tilting to the side in interest as she watched him. He looked good. Very good. She licked her lips at the idea of fighting him. She was itching to get into a fight, and this seemed perfect. She couldn't have asked for a better opponent. And to make it even better? Seemed he had the same idea in mind. Someone up above was smiling on her today <3

"... you look like shit."

She smiled, taking his comment in stride, and for the first time, unoffended. What he thought didn't matter. She was no longer concerned about her appearance. She had no one she was trying to impress. The clothes were functional, and she wasn't naked. What was the problem? His cockiness only served to egg her on. If he only knew.

"Pink makes you look like a fag." Unlike him, she was trying to get a rise. She stopped moving a few feet from him, giving him a moment to let that sink in. Then she shot forward, all her speed moving into it, her right fist drawing back to slam into his gut. At the last second, just before she would touch him, her qi would activate, a faint green wind flowing lightly over her skin. He wouldn't even get to see it before her fist would slam into him. She only needed to touch him, graze him, and there would be a small booming sound, and he would be thrown away from her as though hit by a tremendous amount of force, thrown across the hallway. The green wind would remain after her attack, making it impossible to tell when she would use it again. God, she loved this qi.

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**I give permission for Adrian to use qi in this fight <3

[Adrian]

"Oh yeah, well you-"

Adrian quickly shut himself up as she suddenly attacked, throwing his arms together in order to block the attack. However, Sara's arm suddenly sped up by a rather noticeable amount, and blew right past his arms to slam into his stomach, somehow sending him flying backwards.

"Hooooooooooolllyyyyyyyy" Adrian would cry out as he flew down the hallway. "SHIT!" he'd cry as he landed, using the word to expunge air from his lungs so that the impact wouldn't leave him winded. He got up to his feet, not particularly slowly, but clearly surprised from the attack. "Huh. Guess I'm gonna need this after all..."

Adrian smirked and glanced over to his side. She had thrown him directly in front of his locker. With a quick wrist motion, Adrian dialed in his combination lock, and opening the locker, produced a dull green trenchcoat. He grinned as he threw it on, sliding his hands through the sleeves quickly. Sara had knocked him far enough back that, even if she could see what exactly was happening and would attempt to stop it, she wouldn't be able to get there before he put on the coat. The Earth Dragon coat, the former symbol of Mathew Amtrum's power as the Earth Dragon, now in Adrian's hands. He smiled, feeling the power that was inherent within the coat.

"How d'you like green, then?" He asked, and began to stalk forward, closing the distance between himself and Sara. However, he would not attack, not just yet. He'd put himself back in close enough for either fighter to attack, but would remain defensive, at least for now. The jacket would help with that.

**Adrian's CON with the jacket on is now 52.**

[Sara Quinn]

Sara watched in triumph as he was thrown down the hall. Nice <3 This was great. She felt so... powerful >3 So in control. She began to walk towards him slowly, savoring the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her. She loved how surprised he looked. It was priceless. Much better then the last time they had fought. The smile on her face was sick and twisted. She was going to have fun with this.

"Huh. Guess I'm gonna need this after all..."

The smile dropped from her face, her head tilting questioningly as his mouth moved. She thought she made out what he had said, but she couldn't be sure what he was talking about it. Oh well. She chuckled softly. It didn't matter. She didn't even hesitate as he reached behind him, opening the locker. At least until she saw what he pulled out.

At this point she paused, watching him suspiciously. That coat... belonged to Mathew. Why would he have it...? The only reason Sara was pausing was because she had no idea how Mathew did the backlash thing. It could very well have something to do with the coat. The smile returned and she began to walk forward again. Only one way to find out eh?

"How d'you like green, then?"

"Green is my favorite color..." She replied as he began to walk towards her. Her voice was distant, as though she really wasn't there. Which she wasn't. She was lost in her own mind. In the feeling of adrenaline coursing through her body. If she got hurt? So be it. It couldn't be worse then what she had been through recently.

He stopped, allowing enough distance between them to attack. She didn't stop though. She just kept right on walking towards him. And she would until he either stopped her, or she got close enough to run her hands silkily up his sides and across his chest, her eyes looking up into his, a sick little smile on her face. Then she would suddenly reach forward, and grab his head and head butt him, forehead to forehead. If he stopped her before that? Well she would deal with it of course.

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[Adrian]

Sara seemed to like the coat, or at least the color, as she continued to walk towards Adrian. The two students met in the middle, and where Adrian stopped, she continued to move forward. She came all the way up to him, her hands moving toward his body in a much more sensual way than it was threatening. Adrian wasn't necessary smart, but he was starting to figure out that something was amiss with the girl. She wasn't the same person she'd been before, and Adrian didn't trust this movement one bit.

Besides, he was with Kate. Cute as she was, Sara couldn't match up, and he didn't want her hands on him like this anyway.

As her hand reached forward, Adrian, ready for anything, responded. He lifted his left leg up somewhat before driving it down, forcefully, into Sara's ankle. From the angle, it wouldn't break it, or even really come close, but it would hurt, a lot, and unless she was an extremely single-minded person, would disrupt her headbutt as she suddenly found herself in pain for just standing.

Adrian's fire lighted inside his mind, and he knew that now was the time. He had gotten very good at controlling the spark within him, and fanning it into a flame. When he attacked, it burned brighter, and with that, the sudden attack, the pain it was sure to cause, he had lit the fire completely. His right hand pulled back quickly and shot forward, as he felt the fire act within his fist, teeming with a desire to create space between the two.

And should the attack succeed, he'd get his wish fulfilled. The attack, which he would come to call the Gust Punch, would work in somewhat similar of a fashion to Sara's previous burst. She would find herself being thrown backwards a few feet, to land on her butt or back, depending on her amount of control in mid-air.

As she went backwards, Adrian would rush forward, moving with her. This was primarily to keep the fight on his side, but also as a defensive maneuver. If Sara's hand remained around his head as she flew back, he would be taken off his feet, so he moved with her. As she would land, Adrian would swing his foot forward as hard as he could into a soccer-style kick aimed at the side of her body, while she was on the floor.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara moved quickly, her hands reaching for his hair. But then the little smart ass went and tried to counter. With no idea what he was planning, she tried to pull out of the attack. But not before he got his kick in, her left ankle exploding in pain. She stepped back, taking all the weight of the ankle as his fist flew forward, connecting with her gut.

And then she was thrown back. Not far. But she was taken off her feet, landing on her back. As per her usual protocol when she was thrown onto her back, she used the momentum to help her somersault back. Both fortunately, and not so fortunately, he had followed, his leg coming out in a cheap soccer ball kick at her. She pushed back, as his leg came up. It connected with her, her side spasming in pain, but it gave her extra momentum for her flip.

Normally, with or without the help of his kick... This would have allowed her to gracefully land in a crouch and get right back to fighting. But with that cheap shot to her ankle, she roughly flipped back, landed on her feet, cried out in shock, tripped as she tried to get off the foot, and dropped back on her ass.

Nice. Very nice Sara.

She was a lot quicker then him. It was the only thing that had gotten her through the flip without more damage. Her side hurt, her ankle throbbed. Why did this feel like deja vu? He had managed to hit her, injure her, and she hadn't done much except throw him down the hall. Well.. The ankle wasn't that bad. It would slow her down slightly, but if she kept moving, and moved quickly, keeping the weight off the foot for the most part, it wouldn't be so bad. But first...

As his foot came back down from his kick she leaned back on her forearms and kicked out at his knee with her right leg, slamming the foot directly at the knee cap of the leg supporting him, not to break it or anything, but like her ankle, it would hurt, and would slow him down.

Then she turned, moving as quickly as possible before he could retaliate. She reached up to the locker next to her, grabbing onto the lock to pull herself up. In the process, she gave it one good tug, popping the lock open. It was easier to do this then people thought. One good tug from even someone pretty weak, and locks were easy enough to break like this.

One quick motion and the lock was in her hand, her hand drawing back as she turned to face him. Then she whipped the lock at his head. Hey, if it worked on Mathew? Why not. First and only time she had EVER hit him and done damage, was when she had whipped 3 locks at his head, making him bleed. She had amazing aim like that <3

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[Adrian]

As Sara went flying, she hit and tucked and rolled into what should have been a neat little back-somersault, marred twice, first by the fact that Adrian punted her back as she did so, and finally by her landing on her hurt ankle, and losing her footing, falling back on her ass.

Adrian snickered and thumbed his nose, shaking his head at the girl.

Had he spent less time taunting and more time preparing, he might have been able to do something about the incoming kick. As it were, though, the foot slammed up into his knee with painful force. His left leg bloomed out in pain, though, Adrian was surprised to see that it wasn't nearly as much as he thought it'd be. The boy was expecting his leg to be shattered, but it seemed that, through the coat, it would only be a shooting pain that would subside before too long. Despite the pain, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of it.

Sara pulled herself to her feet via a lock, and then with a quick yank, popped the lock off of the locker and whipped it at Adrian. Adrian's left hand went down to the side of his new coat, throwing it back away from his body. With his right hand, he took the other side of the coat and pulled it out and around his body, turning his body as he did so. The coat fluttered out in front of his body, between him and Sara, and when the lock reached the leather of the jacket, Adrian twirled the coat in his hand, spinning the lock around inside the coat and stopping it's momentum. When he released the coat, it casually fluttered back to where it originally fell, and the lock fell straight down to the ground, at Adrian's right foot.

Once again, he would kick out with a foot, flipping the lock up onto it before whipping it back at her with his foot. Being that Adrian wasn't a soccer player, despite his past few moves, the thrown lock would be incredibly inaccurate, and might not even hit Sara at all. However, it would be moving towards her general direction, and Adrian was following behind it. He wasn't fast, but he was moving, and when he got within range he'd throw a big left hook towards Sara's face, hoping to catch her while she tried to evade the lock.

[Sara Quinn]

O_____________O

That was some epic Matrix shit... Ok, Sara had never seen the Matrix, but she assumed that it was full of epic cool moves like that. He had managed to stop the lock she had whipped at him using the coat. His sure and concise movements were... Epic. The movements were quick, and it was over in seconds, but she was so shocked by how cool that was, that all she could do was stare as he added on another move, kicking the lock at her.

The lock suddenly coming back towards her was what snapped her back into her reality. It wasn't going to hit her, but like any person, she still flinched at the oncoming piece of metal, her arms coming out in front of her to block it. What she had managed to do, was flinch away from the lockers she was supporting herself against. So when he came at her, his fist came up, she took his punch. As his fist slammed into her face, her hands fisted in his jacket.

She dropped back, trying to pull him with her. It wasn't to hard to do this as his strength was really good, and the force of his punch slammed her back anyways. What she wanted to do would hurt her ankle a little more, but nothing serious. As she dropped, she lifted her legs, pulling him down with all her weight, to land on her back. Her feet would slam into his stomach and she would push up and over her with her legs, letting go of his jacket and flipping him over her onto his back.

If it worked, they would laying with the tops of their heads facing each other. She wouldn't waste her time, knowing this was the chance to gain the upper hand. Another somersault back would put her straddling his chest, knees on either side of him, her right fist drawing back and slamming forward into his face.

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[Adrian]

Adrian felt his punch connect, but quickly thereafter felt the jerk of material as his jacket was grabbed. Sara fell back, gripping Adrian and throwing him with a maneuver known in Judo as the Tomoe Nage, although Adrian neither knew nor cared what it was, only that he was being thrown and he didn't like it. Unfortunately, with so much forward momentum, it was only a matter of time before it happened, and there was very little he could do to prevent it.

He landed on his back, his head next to Sara's, and Sara quickly remedied that situation, rolling backwards to land on his chest and mount him. Adrian, however, had been in a similar situation before, with Stu, and had a better idea what to do in this situation than he had the first time. As she landed on him, Adrian's hands went up to interfere with her vision and her aim, which left his left hand already prepared to get in the way of Sara's punch. The edge of his hand would press up into the pit of Sara's elbow, holding her punch there as he sat up the slight amount that he could to keep her from throwing it. His strength and hers would be relatively equal, and he would be able to keep it from moving. His right hand, meanwhile, would come up and press against her left shoulder.

Quickly, Adrian would kick his legs up in the air and power them down, giving him a sort of see-saw momentum as he would then sit up as hard as he could, using his arms to push Sara back by her arm and shoulder. Either Sara's right arm would give way from the force and he would slide his hand onto her shoulder, then having a hand on either shoulder, or she would attempt to keep her arm rigid, which would still result in him pushing her backwards.

If all went according to plan, Adrian would have thrown the much-lighter Sara Quinn onto her back between his legs. His hands would grab her legs and throw them over, essentially throwing her into a backwards somersault, the most effective way to get away from him. However, as he would do so he would snap his legs shut, slaming both his knees into either side of Sara's head as she rolled backwards and holding them there, squeezing her head and leaving her in an awkward half-rolled position.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara rolled back to straddle him, landing on her knees, balls of her feet pressed against the floor. As her fist drew back to slam into his face, he was already countering. She hadn't been expecting it, so when his hand pressed into her elbow, holding back her punch, she was surprised, to say the least. The shocked expression stayed for only a moment before she smiled again. Oh-ho. That was good... He was planning something.... Little did he know, Sara had fought Stu to~<3 =_= She wasn't falling for something like this again. Oh no. He was going to find that she had improved much since the last time they fought.

As his right hand pressed against her shoulder she tensed herself, and just in time as he rocked his body. What did she do? She simply stood up, pushing off her knees, her feet planting flat on the floor, knees slightly bent. However, her upper body was leaning forward, her shoulders and head at roughly the same height they were when she was sitting on him.

As he pushed himself into a sitting position, his left hand moving from her elbow, he would push against her shoulders. She slid back a few inches, but managed to stop herself by using her right foot like a break, the rubber of her shoes squeaking against the floor. Perfect. Her arms were free enough with his hands on her shoulders, that as he came towards her, her arms went straight out to grab his hair.

She would fist her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her and trying to limit his escape options, and at the same time, lift her right leg, balancing on her left foot, and slam her knee into his face, using his own momentum against him. His hands on her shoulders would actually help balance her as she leaned her weight on them until the last moment, when she would lift her upper body slightly to make room for her leg to hit him.

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[Adrian]

When Sara decided to stand up, Adrian knew his plan wouldn't work. As he pushed forward, Adrian chose not to sit up after all, and instead simply pushed harder as he swung his legs down. This would push his upper body up slightly, though not nearly as much as he would have if he had sat up as planned before, and end up actually pushing himself away from Sara, now that she no longer was pressing down on him. The gripping hand would hit him in the chest, but since it was grabbing and not punching, it would do no actual damage. There was, obviously, a chance for her to grab his shirt of his coat, however.

Adrian didn't plan to give her that chance.

As his legs slid out from under her, Adrian would quickly kick both of them out to either side, attempting to knock Sara's own legs out from under her at the ankles. Due to her current position, this would cause her to fall forward, and Adrian's hands would fall away, to let it happen. As she fell, however, his right hand would shoot upwards, punching toward Sara's throat in an attempt to cut off her breathing, if at least temporarily. A moment after, his left hand would reach up, cocked at the forearm, to catch her just at her chest level to keep her from falling on him. As she landed on his forearm, he would move her to the left and roll out from under her, getting away from what could quite rapidly degenerate into a clusterfuck, especially if the punch to incapacitate her didn't work.

[Sara Quinn]

He managed to catch Sara off guard when she stood. Her whole plan went down the drain as he actually managed to push himself away from her. The moment things started going wrong, she attempted to get out of it. She was pulling out of this attack. She wanted distance between them to start over. She abandoned her attempt at grabbing him and moved to step over him quickly.

As she lifted her one foot though, to lift it over him, his legs kicked out at her, knocking her one remaining leg, the one she was supporting herself on, out from under her. She fell, which she was sure was his goal, but her momentum allowed her to fall to the side. Instead of a nice, clean, graceful step out of his range, she fell onto her stomach. The only consolation? They were in range of attack.

She quickly rolled onto her side, her head turning to look back at him. With both her legs she kicked at him, attempting to both injure him, and push herself away. Both legs would bend, and push forward to slam into his side, or stomach if he turned. Once they planted, she would push, sliding herself further away. Then, like the smart little girl she was, she would scramble away from him before he could do anything else, gaining her feet and turning to face him, hands in front of her, ready for him to attack.

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[Adrian]

When Sara moved about, Adrian would abandon the second part of his attack. After all, if she wasn't falling in front of him anymore, there was no need to try and punch what wasn't there. She fell, and Adrian simply skipped forward to the next part of his attack, the one that involved getting the fuck out of the way. Adrian rolled to the side, away from Sara, and once he was on his stomach, he would push himself up like a push-up, only to get both feet of Sara's crashing into his side. Thankfully, since he was raised, the attack wouldn't hit squarely, but it was still strong enough to knock him off to his side.

As he fell to the side, he used his momentum to just roll again, flipping side-over-side until he was back on his stomach again, popping up to his knees as Sara was doing the same. Adrian would slowly stand up to catch her eye, a smirk crossing his features and he gripped the collar of the Earth Dragon Coat, pulling on both sides to tighten the coat around his back.

"Ready to take back that fag comment yet, bitch?" Adrian would spit out, raising an eyebrow at her. If she came at him again, he'd be ready. He was getting ready to end this fight.

[Sara Quinn]

"Ready to take back that fag comment yet, bitch?"

Sara smirked. "I call it like I see it. What sort of pussy ass bitch wheres pink? Or is salmon." She accentuated her words with a sarcastic flip of the wrist. She was trying to egg him on. "And pink and green? Really? Clash much? You trying to make a fashion statement with that coat?"

Sara walked slowly forward as she spoke, waiting for him to react to her words. She wanted him to attack this time. She finally stopped again. "What? You just going to stand there? This is just like the last fight. Why don't you be a man and make a move? Or does the pink make you feel all fuzzy and full of estrogen. We could have a little tea party instead." She laughed softly at him. In her mind she was screaming for it... ATTACK ME BITCH.

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