Taste my Butt

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel began pulling relentlessly at the boys ribs reaching to surgically remove them with violent intent. The boy realized it and moved to remove his hands taking one by the wrist. Gabriel’s eyes glowed a murky copper now, Gabriel would shift to the left using the leverage he had on the ground, his legs provided the opportunity to disrupt motion. With this motion he teetered to the man providing room for his arms to lengthen out and slam at the guy’s jugular, ruthlessly beating it.

“I’m going to kill you!” his breath was now dark with an intense fiery hatred that was not his own it belonged to Reven.

[SR Park]

Whatever leverage his opponent possessed, Seung-Ri had even more of due to his dominant position. So when he felt the boy shift beneath his body, he simply pressed more of his weight onto him by widening his base (spreading his legs a bit further apart) in order to maintain balance while he leaned further into his opponent, therefore increasing the amount of weight put on his body, and pressing his head, with his right cheek making contact, against the boy's shoulder.

With his torso immobilized, the most the Korean's opponent would be able to do would be crane his neck or flail his arms and legs around. Now, that's not to say his limbs were useless; they were actually quite useful at the moment. If only their owner knew how to utilize them in such a position! Seung-Ri abandoned the idea of pinning an arm between his legs for the moment, and continued to smash his left fist into his opponent's face. If the boy's face remained unscathed by a cut or even a bruise, even after the multitude of strikes it had received, Seung-Ri would be very impressed; it was as if his face what made out of iron or something.

[Gabriel Seran]

The boy above him was quite the grappler; he’d done what Kate was unable to do, find a way to completely disable Gabriel from movement, if even for a moment longer. He grinned taking the hits to the face, one…two… he felt a gash on his eyebrow, a slight cut, and his lip had been sliced but they gave him an even more enraged spirit. The Saracen’s wrath would fight on with a furious vengeance and maintain control.

Gabriel had to turn this around now, he couldn’t allow for a loss of control not here. He could feel Reven’s might rising in his chest. The passionate fury drove inside him. With quick manifest Gabriel looped his legs around his opponents back and swayed forward into him. To anyone it would look to be a useless flail but with that momentum he could press the man off of his chest and drive a head butt into his foes face probably breaking a few bones.

[SR Park]

His opponent managed to wrap his legs around him, to which Seung-Ri responded by raising his posture, his knees on the ground while the rest of his body stood straight. When he saw the boy swinging up to deliver a headbutt to his face, he simply used his hands and pushed down on his shoulders, forcing his back to the sidewalk once again. The Korean's right hand was cocked back, and his left hand remained, pinning down his opponent's right shoulder. Soon enough the right hand would descend upon the boy's face, intending on smashing his nose, an easy task given the amount of weight put into the strike due to his position.

If, for even a split second, Seung-Ri felt his opponent's legs open up, he'd immediately pass them and sit square on his opponent's stomach.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel would have laughed when he saw his foe straighten up and push him down Gabriel would shift quickly with his thighs, using the quick reflex muscle to shift his balance off so that Gabriel was now on top. He wouldn’t waste the time he started wailing at the kid’s jugular not taking a second to give away any other movement or sign of stopping. He had the opportunity of surprise and now the advantage of higher ground. He’d keep his legs expanded out so his girth was wider providing more strength to his boxing fists. He’d pummel the kid into dust if he ever tried a move like this again.

[SR Park]

Once again, the question is posed: What kind of wrestler would Seung-Ri be if he let go of a dominant position so easily? Or, at least, go down without so much as an ounce of resistance? His opponent would be horribly mistaken if he believed he'd be able to topple the wrestler off balance with a simple shift of his legs. Seung-Ri resisted it, leaning his weight in the opposite direction as his opponent was attempting to pull him down, effectively cancelling out the force of the motion.

From here, Seung-Ri would use his right hand to push down on his opponent's left leg in order to open it up enough so that his right knee could slip through, allowing the Korean to sit back on his opponent's left thigh. Regardless of whether he advanced into this position or not, Seung-Ri would throw a heavy right hook into his opponent's face.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was fired up; he felt his very soul begin to churn with an unbreakable fire. The Saracen’s wrath taking notice of the situation he was in. Doom was dawning on his gates, though these gates he had before him were stronger than one man could imagine. Gabriel chuckled from within his confines, it was apparent what had to be done. Gabriel was overlooking it for honor’s sake though this battle wasn’t about honor it was about survival and he’d be damned if it let him die now. Emerald eyes peeled back and were consumed with copper.

A savage grin appeared, “My turn,” the noticeably darker voice sounded.

Reven’s arm cocked and shot a fire guard down socking the kid in the nuts with all his force, once he’d be free Reven would knee the guy in the gut and get to his feet and proceed to beating the kid senseless with a multitude of kicks.


(ooc: sorry for the disappearence)

[SR Park]

Even though Seung-Ri managed to secure a better position by sitting on his opponent's left thigh, pain immediately shot through his stomach as his opponent's fist met with his groin, causing the Korean to hunch over and lie on top of his opponent. The scene was something reminiscient of a few moments ago, except before Seung-Ri voluntarily lay on top of his opponent. Now, it was more of a necessity; his hands gripped tightly onto his opponent's biceps and pinned his arms to the ground while his head rested on his chest, his upper body pinning his opponent's body to the ground, much like he did before. Here, he would wait a few seconds for the bizarre pain of a groin shot to subside.

Anger against his opponent welled up in Seung-Ri; to use such a low and despicable maneuver against him... the boy would realize his mistakes soon enough.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel simply rolled over now not needing much force or strength to push his foe over, though he would clutch his hold forcefully it would be no match in the current state he was in. Gabriel would waste no time in beating his foe while he was down, very unmanageable this one was. He would smile with an evil glare. Reven stepped into do the dirty business in kicking him while he was down on the floor clutching his goodies.

“Now stay the fuck away from me cretin!” The dark luminous voice perked over the sound of his kicks.

Reven grew tired of this game and walked away. Games were to be played for stature and territory this fight was neither it simply bored him.

[SR Park]

His opponent would fidget beneath him in attempt to roll over, but his efforts would prove fruitless. Seung-Ri was in pain--he wasn't unconscious or dead, but even if that were the case, it would still take some effort to haul a 158-pound body off of you. First of all, the boy's arms and a single leg were pinned, giving him only one limb to push off of the ground with in order to even begin a rolling motion. That's not even mentioning the fact that the Korean still had his entire torso pinning his opponent's torso against the ground. All of these factors made it nigh impossible for his opponent to simply roll over as if he were not even on top of him.

Still feeling a slight twinge in the pit of his gut, but recovered for the most part, Seung-Ri slipped his left leg over his opponent's right leg, which allowed him to straddle his opponent's stomach. Sitting back with his weight on his opponent's abdomen and evenly distributed between his knees, which were based on the ground, the former pillar released his hold of his opponent's arms and began raining down a series of vicious, alternating left and right hooks to his opponent's face. The assault would be relentless; even if his opponent covered his face with his arms, Seung-Ri would continue to pound into his guard until it cracked and revealed the soft inside: his face.