Fight Me (Open)

[Jay]

((Fight mehhhh))

Now, how do I get into messes such as these?

Truth be told, Jay hadn't been in many fights since his "reawakening." However, there was a lingering sensation in his body that told him to do so. If you're a smoker, it might feel like your body was telling you to grab another boge. To Jay, it felt like his body needed a beating. Or needed to deliver one.

But those were just feelings - they had little to do with what happened, and what caused this.

"You're a slippery one, aren't you?" was said, followed by a kick. With a slight grunt, Jay ducked, letting the blow fly over his head. The shoe collided loudly with metal - a locker. And it was here Jay took advantage of the opportunity. My body wants me to fight, he thought. My mind isn't quite behind it.

Torn between two commanding entities, Jay compromised and met them halfway. With a flash, Jay suddenly sent the heel of his left Air Force into the boy's foot, which was planted against the locker. There was a sickening crunch as his toes, possibly all five of them, were crushed. "Arghhh!!!" the assailant cried out, and toppled over, holding his foot in pain.

But before I have Jay make his escape, here was what happened. Jay was taking a good piss in the bathroom, when suddenly this kid came in to smoke. Jay, crinkling his nose, put the cigarette out with his fingers. The kid was angry. A fight ensued, coming out from the bathroom to do battle in the hallway. Ta-da!

Now, back to the program.

Okay, I better go.

[Serafion Awren]

(OOC: Since I can't fight you with Matrim due to certain IC Rules =P)

Serafion had been walking through the hallways when he saw a fight break out, or rather heard one breaking out. Someone had cried out in pain, but by the time Serafion had gotten there all the Russian could see was a guy holding his foot and an Asian kid starting to leave from the looks of it. Serafion wasn't going to let this go, not just yet. He wanted to fight as well, and he knew this boy would be a challenge by how quickly this fight had been over.

"You fight well," Serafion said, cutting off the kids path wearing black jeans, his black and red coat, sunglasses, and a pair of black boots. He took his sunglasses off and put them on the inside coat of his jacket to keep them from being broken or falling off of his face in the fight, his red orbs looking at his opponent, "You fight me now, I will see just how good you are."

And with the few words spoken as a warning that a fight was about to take place between the two, Serafion would close the distance between the two, throwing his left fist in a jab aimed for the boys nose. He was a very basic fighter, using very basic moves. It was how he worked, mostly because he hadn't been in many fights. But he was a decently strong fighter at the very least.

[Jay]

((I use close-end RPing, btw.))

"You fight well."

A kid draped in a long coat suddenly stepped in Jay's way, cutting him off. Jay halted, and thought of stepping around the kid, but he knew there was no avoiding it now - the motherfucka wanted a fight. Taking a step back - two, actually - Jay gave some room for a fight to begin. Damn. I hope it's not going to turn out to be one after another, he thought grimly as the kid put his sunglasses away. Where'd he get the idea I was good anyway?

"You fight me now, I will see just how good you are."

"Yeah, yeah...," Jay mumbled, as the kid stepped forward and shot his left fist out. Left? He's a lefty? But it didn't make a difference - it might have even helped. Shooting his right forearm up, Jay intercepted the blow, and knocked the fist aside. Taking advantage of the situation, Jay furthered his counter by extending his right arm all the way to the boy's face.

Eat this.

[Serafion Awren]

(Fine by me. =P)

"Yeah, yeah..."

Serafion was blocked, his fist connecting with forearm. The guy was fast, and very perceptive. Something that Serafion hadn't gained with fighting. He was easily flustered so he was caught off guard when the fist hit his face. Serafion who was pretty tough, was not ready for this punch. The man was much faster, and much stronger then Serafion, who just had his nose busted yet again, blood gushing from it as he stumbled back a step to catch his balance again. He reached out for the kids shoulders with both hands, and threw his left knee forward, aiming to pull the kid into the knee which was aimed for his right side.

His teeth would be bared, and his eyes angry. He wasn't necessarily mad at his opponent so much as he was mad at himself for being unable to connect a simple punch. He was hoping to land a hit on this guy, hoping that somehow he had misjudged this guys ability to fight slightly, but somewhere in his mind he knew where this was headed.

[Jay]

Where was this fight headed?

Defeat. One of them was bound to lose, and Jay had a feeling - no, he knew it wouldn't be him. Emboldened by his initial contact, he was made careless by his first strike, and did not see the kid's hands until it was too late.

Whump! Whump!

Feeling warmth on both shoulders, his eyes widened as he realized the boy's plan, and with nary a moment to spare, shot his left hand downwards to intercept the knee. It stung his hand, and it was unpleasant to be sure, but he had narrowly avoided disaster. Taking advantage of their proximity, and the boy's lack of free hands, Jay suddenly burst forward, his head lowered.

Boom! If Jay's plan was successful, he had just headbutted the man in the chin, hopefully dazing him.

[Serafion Awren]

The man headbutted Serafion rather hard, and Serafion's jaw felt a great deal of pain. His teeth banged together and his head rattled a little, He was dazed, but his hands would grip on the boys shoulders as he fell back. He hadn't intended to bring the boy down with him. In fact, it would probably work out as a disadvantage, but in his confusion he felt the need to grip onto something as he fell back.

If the boy was pulled with him he would turn to his right as he fell, aiming to slam the boy down on his left side as Serafion landed hard on his own right side. After hitting Serafion would be slightly dazed from the attack to his head, and slowly he would get up onto his right hand, having let go of the kids shoulders by this point, and would slowly push himself to a staggering but standing position.

[Jay]

"Wha-"

As his head made contact with the boy's chin, Jay felt an intense pain in his head - more than likely because of the impact. Ow! The dude's got a sharp chin, I can see. But he was satisfied - the kid was probably dazed out of his mind, which meant Jay could go home. However, very quickly, he would find he was wrong. The warmth on his shoulders did not disappear, and as the kid fell back, Jay found himself falling forward - on top of his assailant.

No homo.

But luckily, the boy was thinking the same thing, and didn't want Jay to fall on him. So he had twisted in midair, having them land - painfully - on their sides. "Gck!" Jay landed, winded, but still managed to spring back up, creating some distance between himself and the kid.

"You're a tough cookie, aren't you?"

[Serafion Awren]

"You're a tough cookie, aren't you?"

"Who is cookie? I am tough but... why am I cookie?" The confused Russian asked as he tried to regain composure. The term was lost on him and he quickly found his opponent was no longer attacking him. Serafion had fought him and seen how strong he was. It basically meant that he had accomplished his task, and no longer required to fight unless this kid wished to continue. "I am Serafion Awren, and you are good fighter."

Serafion bowed, feeling a little dizzy as he did so. "What is your name?" He asked, curious about his opponent, wanting to know who he was since he planned on remembering him. This way he could try and fight him again, even if the fight continued after this short break they seemed to end up sharing. Serafion was still slightly on guard though, his eyes never leaving his opponent even when he had bowed.

[Jay]

"Who is cookie? I am tough but... why am I cookie?"

Jay raised an eyebrow, almost as confused as Serafion was. What's he talking about? It's just an expression. But then again, there were always people who took everything literally, this one probably being one of them. As if waving the though aside, Jay shook his head, turning away. "Nevermind. You're tough, okay?" But seeing as how that little scuffle had been little more than what, a test run? Jay shrugged. There was no more point in continuing.

"I am Serafion Awren, and you are good fighter."

"Am I?" Jay replied, not really paying attention.

"What is your name?"

"Jay," he replied simply. With a sigh, he turned to face the boy again. "So why'd you attack me?"