"This time, we settle it." (David / Specs)

[Travis]

So, David had seemed to be a different kind of guy last time Travis had encountered him. He didn't hold the same kind of presence that he had when Travis had first challenged him. And just like the first time he had fought this former pillar, the last time Travis had encountered him with Sara also seemed to conclude with him leaving the area as quickly as he could. Whatever the reason, Travis wanted a piece of him. David Blaze would just be another stepping stone on Travis' path toward the top. While yes, David possessed skills, but Travis didn't believe he'd be topped. After all, he had been ahead in his mind, both times he had seen him. Travis would just have to see how everything played out with time.

His hands acted on their own, pulling those gloves of his tight against his hands, fingers folding as he fist them, the material of the glove stretching to mold to Travis hands. He was patiently waiting to blow a hole through David's head with his fist. He was a little angry at the male, for the way he had been handling his girlfriend. Call Travis a hypocrite if you like, but Sara was considered his property. And he would fight hard for her, even if she didn't want the help. He'd never simple stand by and watch her get her ass kicked. And now, this day. Travis would be sure to get his hands of David, without a doubt in his mind.

Today Travis had called the fight to a place that wasn't your normal location. Instead of the main courtyard or anything like that, Travis was simply call for Mr. Blaze to meet him upon the Baseball/Softball feild. This senior currently stoop upon the pitcher's mound, glancing up into the sky, those icy blues searching the skys for nothing in particular. He was simply passing time, as he waited for the male that head once been something big, but now didn't seem to be anything more then a coward.

[David Blaze]

David stepped down from the stands overlooking the baseball fields, walking out contentedly to the male who had his back to him. It was, once again, Sara's girlfriend Travis. The boy never seemed to stop. He felt himself superior to David, he felt himself better. That was obvious in the way he pretended to think that David feared him. He heared what him and his girlfriend said about him when he left that day- that he ran because of Travis. He didnt care what the boy thought, nor did he care whether he won. He was tired- tired of publicity, tired of being at the top. Regardless of what the brute thought or felt David was at the top, though his abilities were greatly reduced during the transfer. Here. The earthquake did more to him then move him to a different school- it made him feel weaker, more...succeptible to harm.

Regardless, David wanted the boy to stop. Stop with the talking, stop with the challenges, stop with everything. He was a thug, a kid who enjoyed beating on students weaker, and whether he was at one hundred percent or ten, he would fight, if only to get this boy to leave him and his alone. If the brute wanted to use Davids name to make himself seem better, let him.

He wasnt going to get it without a fight, however.

"I suppose we better get this over with, yes?"

He wasnt about to attack an opponent from behind, that kind of cowardice was far below him. No, he would wait for the boy to turn around and notice him, standing thirty feet away. He removed his hands from the pockets of his Gi, the sleeveless combat shirt billowing slightly. He put his left foot back, turning so his right side face his enemy. His right arm came up in a ninety degree angle, his hand clawed, bend backward and palm facing the sky. His left hand went to his side, palm flat, facing toward his enemy. He would wait for his opponent to lead the attack, Ready to utilize and draw heavily on his experience in fighting rather then worry about the game of who was more physically able. He had more finesse, and had been in far more fights then this boy could dream of having.

He would have to, unfortunately, show this kid why he was a Blaze, The Dragons Slayer, Most infinite.

He would break his enemy.

[Mortis Dauer]

I sat in the bleachers above the field, like a spectator to a great game between rival schools.

"I suppose we better get this over with, yes?"

I could just make out the words as I looked down to see just what was going on. What I saw was two individuals staring one another down, one of them was especially cute... The guy that talked... Yes I had an eye out for him.

I laid back on the bleachers, stretching myself out over a few of them, getting comfortable. I was going to enjoy this little event.

[Travis]

(OOC: Sorry, didn't realize you posted.)

I suppose we better get this over with, yes?

"Now is as good a time as any."

Travis would turn, his body shifting slightly as he settled those icy blue eyes upon the male he had been waiting for. David Blaze. This time it would be decided, win or lose, Travis planned on going all out. Unlike the male before him, who wasn't seeking any more fame, Travis was. This senior planned on making sure others knew his name, and that they knew he held considerable fighting prowess. Travis had always been a fighter, he was born to do it. He lived it, he loved it. And there was no way in hell that Travis was going to let someone like David Blaze defeat him. Nope, Mr. Blaze would just be another small test.

Travis would take this opportunity to attack, he wasn't going to sit idly by forever. He would rush forward, icy blues locked upon the male whom Travis fully intended to break. There was no fear in his eyes, at all even. His left leg would plant in the lead, that left hand of his shooting toward David's head intent on landing his left jab upon David's mouth and nose. Eye's narrowing as he approached, knowing full well that David probably wasn't going to simply stand there and allow himself to get hit. When Travis through that punch, that cocky grin slipped on his face.

[David Blaze]

David waited as the kid ran forward, his body never moving an inch. As the arm came forward, David noted the layout of the males body, how he watched, grinned, stared, waited, expected. He saw everything. The guy was a little faster then he remembered, but it mattered not to him. The outcome was what mattered. The deciding factor of the fight. The kid may have made a name for himself, but he was nowhere near Davids level- in talent or in title. His left hand, near the waist, snapped up, not harshly, but fluidly, moving gracefully yet quickly with the speed inbred inside of him. It moved to the side of the wrist, closer to the inside of his adversaries body. It pushed left before the arm fully extended, moving the punch away from Davids face and hair.

His right hand, in the exact same moment, would move to a point, all his fingertips resting on his thumb, his fingers moving immediately into the powerful spike of the Crane. It would shot out as Davids left hand connected with Travis' wrist, aiming straight of the shoulder, right where the pectoral muscle met the bone in that area. It would hit hard- but not to debilitate or to destroy, but instead to leave a hard, lingering ache that would plague Travis every time he moved that arm. It would last for an hour at least, and he knew that, by that time, this fight would be decided, and he would be on his way back to class.

If, however, all this landed and worked, David would scuffle backwards, his hands immediately going back into the position they were in before Travis attacked him, his stance and breathing unchanged, waiting for Travis' next move.

[lunaburr]

Luna Burr declares:

Since Travis is not going to be posting anytime soon, David wins by default.

Congratulations.