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[Adrian]

Adrian smirked at her comments. He could definitely see himself liking this chick if he wasn't so busy hating the hell out of her. She kept on about his shirt, and it was a little like beating a dead horse. It didn't egg him on before, and it wasn't gonna get to him now. Maybe from someone else, but certainly not from this nutso.

"Hey, darken up the pink a little and you could call me Christmas-Colored Ass Kicker," Adrian replied with a smirk. "And if I recall our last fight, it WAS just like this one. You pick a fight, but you were too much of a wimp to actually make a move against me. Look how history repeats itself, huh? Too bad there's not a group of people here to make you realize how bad you look, now you'll just sit there and talk all day."

Adrian realized he was doing the same thing, and so chose to not expand too much lest she realize it too.

"Let's end this, alright? Frankly I'm getting tired of looking at your face."

Adrian's hand reached back, and he flexed his fingers into a fist, as if preparing to charge in and punch her. Instead, however, his fist slammed downwards, onto the open door of the locker Sara had torn the lock from earlier. The top hinge cracked, and Adrian gripped and pulled hard, pulling the door from it's hinges entirely. He smirked and rushed her, taking two steps forward and swinging the door with both hands in an upwards arc, coming from his lower left side diagonally up, aiming to hit her in the right side, around her waist with the flat side. She wanted to throw locks? Adrian would hit her with the whole locker door, dammit.

[Sara Quinn]

Sara continued to stand there and smile at him. His words meant nothing to her. Not right now. In fact, she found them to be quite funny. He thought he was all big and bad. Pfffft... Right. She crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her foot, waiting for him to back up his words.

Which he did... " He slammed his fist into the locker, pulling it from the hinges. " Oh... Boy was getting serious... >3 OK. He charged forward. Sara thought fast. She could move back and try to dodge. She could roll to the side and dodge. No... She would go forward. As he stepped forward at her she charged him right back, throwing herself at him. The locker wouldn't hit the small girl if she got close enough to him in time. Which she would, 'cuz she was a quick little shit <3 Hopefully, he had swung hard enough that when he didn't hit something his momentum would throw him off, allowing her to knock him down as she jumped onto his front.

She would land on top of him, and then BAM. Her hand would go to his face, touching him. The boom would resound through the halls and his head would be slammed back into the floor. Hopefully, it was enough to knock him out. That would be epic <3

[Adrian]

BOOM

Sara leapt into him and used that power of hers, throwing him bodily into the floor. As he was thrown backwards, the boy reacted almost on instinct, following through with his swing, but releasing the locker door as he did, throwing it at full velocity towards the girl. In fact, she had sealed her own fate, by throwing him back with such force, she increased his own swing, allowing him to throw the locker door with all the force that her Qi was throwing him backwards into the floor with. While it was not assured the locker door would hit, as previously stated, they were fairly close, and if it did hit, that door was going straight into her face, too.

Adrian's body was compressed down and back, first throwing him onto his butt and recoiling back, throwing him back as his head cracked against the floor. His eyes fluttered, unsure of his personal state at the time. He fought for control, tapping into that extra strength he hadn't used since he fought Mathew Amtrum for the first time, all those months ago. Today, Adrian refused to lose, but whether or not it was to happen regardless would remain to be seen. His eyes closed, but his consciousness remained, if only for the moment.

He had to know he had taken down Sara with him before he would allow himself to be defeated.

[Sara Quinn]

He let go of the locker door... Shit... =_=" D< It slammed into her face with quite a bit of force. She was momentarily stunned as she dropped back onto the floor, her hands going to support a bloody nose. She rolled around groaning in pain. It was one of those pains where your eyes watered and you couldn't help but cry no matter how hard you tried not to.

Mumbling curses and swears at him like no tomorrow she rolled onto her stomach and looked down at the blood all over her hands. She felt kinda... Woozy... Her hands went back to pinch her nose as she turned her head towards Adrian laying on the ground, glaring at him through teary eyes. "What the hell man... That shit hurt! What the HELL!?"

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STR +5, DEX +5

[Adrian]

Adrian heard the metal clang into her face, and his face brought up a smile despite his fatigue. He heard her hit the ground, rolling about in pain, he could hear those faint sobs that you couldn't help but elicit when in intense pain. She asked him a question, and Adrian knew, he just knew he couldn't let himself slip away just yet. Not without saying something in return.

Mustering all his energy, Adrian lifted his upper body somewhat, and put his right elbow back so he could rest upon his stiffened arm. His eyes opened and he looked at the girl, her nose bleeding, marring her otherwise pretty features. She cried out at him, not really saying anything, but mostly just bitching at the fact that she'd taken such a solid hit. He smirked, getting out a taunt.

"I... told ya... not to fuck with me," he said, speaking slowly so as not to lose his air too quickly.

He watched her a moment, and found himself asking something he never thought he would. "Hope I didn't... break your nose..." While it could be taken as a sarcastic remark, and with his ragged speech, it was hard to tell, Adrian realized he was being serious.

[Sara Quinn]

"Hope I didn't... break your nose..."

"Pfffttt..." Sara tried her hardest to stop rolling around after seeing him lift himself onto his elbow to look at her. Fucking bugger... She wondered if he was being sarcastic or serious. Better be serious =_=

She felt her nose, feeling for any breaks. It was swelling TT.TT Now she felt like a clown. She looked at the small pool of blood forming on the floor in front of her. Crap... The woozy feeling came back. The sight of blood only seemed to make her remember what had happened during her kidnapping...

She forced the thoughts away and shifted out of the blood to look at him better. Figuring him to be serious, she answered. "No... I don't think so..." Her words were a little slurred with her nose swelling. "You ok?"

She glanced around. "We should get out of here before someone sees this mess." She was of course referring to her growing pool of blood and the broken locker. Why she was being civil to him now was beyond her. She had to admit though, he had balls. He was a smart ass. And she liked that. Now if he was a smart ass to her again? She was going to kill him =_=

[Adrian]

"Yeah... yeah I'm good..." Adrian said, thinking at length before answering. It seems that the coat had saved him again. Mathew had told him that whoever would wear it would become much more resilient to damage, but he never believed that it would work this well.

In fact, it would seem that it worked so well he would be the first one to get to his feet. Unsteadily, and shakily, for sure, but he was there. He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out. "Whooh," he exasperated, "you're right, let's get the hell out of here." He extended his hand down to her, an offer to help her up. "Want a hand?"

After she accepted or declined his help, Adrian and Sara would make like trees and get the fuck out of there. Once they were a safe distance from the busted locks, locker doors, and blood, Adrian would turn to her again. "So what the hell IS that thing you keep throwing at me? Not the lock, but that... blowback force. It's nuts!"

Funny, despite how Adrian and Sara could do nothing but beat shit on each other everytime they met, for some reason now he was actually making conversation. Oh well, shit happens.

[Sara Quinn]

"Want a hand?"

Sara looked at the hand he offered her, then back to all the blood. Ughhh... She rolled onto her side, wiping her hand on her shirt. She didn't want to get her blood on him. Once her hand was wiped clean she reached up and took his hand, pulling herself roughly to her feet.

Then they were off, down the hall and away from the little mess they had caused. She continued to support her nose until the blood finally stopped flowing freely. She probably looked like shit... Fuck... She needed to find a washroom. They finally slowed their retreat and she looked around, searching for the nearest washroom.

"So what the hell IS that thing you keep throwing at me? Not the lock, but that... blowback force. It's nuts!"

She finally spotted one and changed their course for it. "The burst...? Uhh..." She pushed open the door to the girls washroom and looked inside. Empty. She waved him in behind her and walked over to the sinks, looking at herself in the mirror. She expected him to follow her. It was empty, so he would right?

If he didn't, she would call out to him through the door. Her face and chest were covered with blood. She ran the water until it was warm and grabbed a fist full of paper towel. "Uhh... I don't understand the question... It's my Qi? Didn't you do it to?" She splashed water onto her face, wiping the blood off. "It just... Sends people away?" Sara didn't really know how to answer what he was asking. Why was she talking to him normally anyways? D< She was supposed to be beating the shit out of people, not talking to them D<

[Adrian]

Sara saw fit to lead them to the bathroom, which made sense, as she likely wanted and needed to clean her nose. However, the problems with schools was that most bathrooms were separated by gender, and being a pair of mixed gender, it would make continued socialization diffi-

And then Sara waved Adrian into the girl's restroom. Adrian's jaw dropped slightly, in a sort of 'wtf?!' look, but entered anyway. He leaned against the nearby wall, looking around at the bathroom, marveling at the lack of upright urinals in here, and at the fucking couch in the corner.

What? Chicks get a fucking couch?! God damn sexist schools, Adrian thought off-handedly.

Sara tried to answer his question, finding it more difficult than Adrian would have imagined. She mentioned that he did it too, and he had totally forgotten that he used Gust Punch at the start of the fight. "Oh yeah," he said, shrugging. "I can do something like it, but you saw the difference. I can make my punch ensure you fall down... you can throw people into the fucking floor," he said, smirking and rubbing the back of his head. It still hurt like a bitch... oh, and something felt wet. Adrian pulled his hand back and up to his face, seeing the sticky red substance covering his fingers.

Oh swell.

"Looks like I'll be joining you at the sink," he said offhandedly, with no real purpose behind his words. He pushed off from the wall and went to the sink next to hers, first washing his hands and then taking handfuls of water and throwing them over his hair, but not before draping his coat over an open stall door. As he cleaned himself, Adrian asked the question that would likely be on everyone's minds the next time they saw Sara. Blunt and to-the-point as usual, Adrian spoke out.

"So what the fuck happened to you anyway? You've got a hand-print on your chest and you tried to kill me without a second thought. You gotta death wish or just real bored?"