Burn Some Muscle(THE Justin)

[Fei Long]

School was over, meaning it was either time to get the hell out of here for most kids. Fei Long was still relatively knew to the school scene here as he re-assimilated. Therefore, he was still here about 3:30, continuing to take a look around. After wandering about seamlessly for a few minutes Fei Long landed in the Gymnasium, where a fair number of students still lingered, working out in their own ways.

Fei Long made his rounds, observing certain people. With no one in particular catching his eye, Fei Long walked back to the center of the room. It had been a few days since his last fight, and it only made him more curious about the students' capabilities here. Guy AND girl.

"HEY!" Fei Long yelled, his voice echoing throughout the gymnasium to gather everyone's attention attention.

"Yeah, loudmouthed new kid here looking to talk some smack. Anyone want to shut me up for the hell of it?"

[THE Justin]

Stu normally didn't go near the school. He was graduated, and he had no real contacts inside the school. However, he did like exercise, and he knew the gym teachers.

He was shooting hoops, playing amongst a few other kids. Then the shout. He turned.

Hmm... Okay.

He stalked forwards as a ring surrounded the boy, no one really stepping forwards. He smiled, and entered the ring. English accent sounded out of place.

"Alright boyo. Lets go then."

[Fei Long]

Hmm. That was easier than I thought.

The man who stepped into the circle ("When the heck did this circle appear? I gotta pay more attention.") sounded very british. Weird for a tea drinker to be here in a california high school. Whatever. Fei Long grinned, as the boy appeared to be strong enough to be up to the challenge. Whether he was smart enough though? We'd have to wait and see.

"Boy, I'm gonna whip you like the American Revolution."

Fei Long shook his head with a smile at his own humor. A moment later he'd burst forward, aiming a palm strike with his left leading hand to the center of the other's chest. Was it going to hit? Probably not if this boy could fight at all. But boy would it be something if it ended the fight here. Something pathetic.

[THE Justin]

Stu smiled as he cracked his knuckles. The boy thought he was funny, whipping out a quip while Stu leaned his head left and right, bones crackling under the quick strain. He began bouncing when the boy was finished speaking, and before he struck, threw out his own barb.

"S'alright chinky, if I remember correctly the British owned most of your little pissant motherland. 'The sun never sets on the British Empire'."

And then the boy was upon him. He was kinda quick, Stu would give him that, but no faster than himself. With a quick bounce backwards, out of the striking range of the palm, he surged forwards, batting the boy's arm inwards, towards the boy's own right, with Stu's left hand.

This motion gave momentum to his right hand, and leaving the boy now off centered, as his arm would be sent careening to his right because of Stu's amazing amount of strength, Stu's fist would fly forwards, a balled up piece of rage that was a continuation of his right arm. The fist was aimed directly at the boy's head, and if it impacted there was a good chance the boy would be feeling it for the next few days.

[Fei Long]

"Wow. That's racist." Fei Long spoke evenly, not sounding overly offended but a hint of surprise in his features.

"Can't speak for the Empire, but I can assure you that your lights are about to be put out."

The boy reacted surprisingly quickly, mirroring his own velocities. The fact that his arm went veering to the right though, didn't bode as well. However, instead of using any hidden advantage of his power would be out the door, as Stu tipped Fei Long off to his power with a push, rather than an underestimated strike. Now he knew, and according to G.I. Joe, knowing is half the battle. Good call, Joe.

As Fei Long's arm was pushed away with such force, he pivoted on his right foot, stepping through with his left. Fei Long was no faster than Stu it seemed, but when added with the intense momentum Stu started with his own strength, Fei Long would spin at an impressive velocity. The punch would just miss Fei Long, striking the air behind him. At the same time Fei Long's right hand would swing out with the exponentially increased momentum, the edge of his hand aimming to strike the right jugular of the Brit's neck, where he'd be unable to block thanks to his last attempted attack.

[THE Justin]

Unfortunately for the boy, who seemed to know little of human anatomy or of how the body is set up, his strike would impact at the meatiest part of Stu, his arm, which while outstretched in such an arcing punch that Stu threw up, would cover the neck area with its muscle.

The blow would bounce off that piece of steel, his upper arm, as Stu used the momentum of his last attack to swing his arm back around and attempt to grab the boy into a head lock. Stu's movements were hardly fluid, but that was his style; pure brutality.

If the grab was successful, which due to the boy's current position it would be almost impossible not to be grabbed, Stu would tighten quickly, while throwing himself downwards, attempting to crash the boy's head into the ground,. If unsuccessful, Stu would follow the grab up with a swift kick to the boy's midsection, which would be just as easy as the boy would be directly next to him.

[Fei Long]

Natural reactions wouldn't help Fei Long too much in this case, when up against a significantly taller guy. As his chop angled up to readjust, it would collide with the punching limb. Typically, the hit would still cause damage and crampig, but it was more like striking the solid oak wing chun dummy he used to practice with, therefore doubting any damage would be felt by his opponent.

As Stu would attempt to bring that same arm around by his head, Fei Long's right arm would retract halfway, staying up as he pressed against the arm just above the elbow with the back of his hand. In opponents his own strength, or just slightly above, this would prevent the arm from pushing its way through. In this case...Fei Long wasn't so lucky.

With Stu's superior strength by far, Fei Long would be pushed to Stu's right with the motion of his arm swing. Shuffling his feet to the side, Fei Long would send a quick leopard fist to the exposed ribs on his right side. If he still planned to kick, he'd find the shuffling of Fei Long's feet bringing him closer to his body, making it hard to bring up his leg at their distance.

(OOC: I made some assumptions on on some of your moves, as they were vague, like the grabbing arm or what the kicking leg would be. If I'm incorrect, just PM me and let me know.)

[THE Justin]

((Eh, i'll adapt ))

Stu turned with his arm movements, so the strike towards his ribs would hit towards his chest, which was a mass of muscle. However, the stroke would come nowhere near the attack.

Stu's left arm came up and pushed the attack to the side, once again using his brute strength to overpower the younger and weaker fighter. This time, however, Stu attempted to grab the wrist of his opponent, snatching at it like a martial artist the fly his master released.

Regardless of this, his right hand would go into a straight punch towards the boy's face, using his proximity to the boy as a factor, but punching through the boy's head, so that should the boy somehow duck, he would still have the option of bringing another attack down upon the boy's head.

They were up close and personal, which Stu excelled in. How long would this paper tiger last?

[Fei Long]

Shit! It's like being caught in a vice grip!

Typically Fei Long would be able to escape the lock Stu put on his wrist by a simple movement of his own hand. Only problem was, Stu's grip was so hard that it was already beginning to cut off circulation to his hand. He really was strong. Damn-idly-am.

Still placing his ring hand against Stu's right arm, he felt as the larger and older fighter began to pull his arm back for a punch. The hand is quicker than the eye, and the sense of touch would cause Fei Long to react quicker than anything else. Still placing his hand against Stu's tricep area, he wouldn't be able to stop the punch, not in the least. He would however, be able to feel its motion.

Fei Long stepped forward with his left foot, placing his right hip against Stu's own right hip. Keeping his hand against Stu's punching arm, he'd duck towards Stu, placing his head against the shoulder, therefore keeping the punch from striking him, and using Stu's own body to keep him from being pulled to the center by the grip on his left arm. As he stepped forward and moved his head in, Fei Long's right leg would shoot up quick as well, literally striking below Stu's radar in a knee strike to the groin, which would be almost impossible to see coming given their proximity.

[THE Justin]

Stu was a close proximity fighter, and when the opponent put themselves this close to him they were just asking for trouble. The boy felt like giving Stu a hug, it was the least Stu could do to make him feel welcome.

As soon as the boy's hip touched his, Stu's brain went into overtime mode. The boy would probably try to cheap shot him, which was obvious. What was less obvious that the way that the boy was close to Stu made it almost impossible to actually knee him in the groin (Your own words stating that our right hips were touching). Stu smiled as the boy's leg came up and knocked against Stu's leg, stinging slightly, but giving Stu the opening he need.

The right arm that had punched towards the boy was retracted such that it would come around towards the boy's neck. Since the boy was close and already almost hugging Stu, moving from this close of a position would be difficult indeed. As the arm would coil around his neck, Stu's left hand would continue to tug on his arm so that the boy couldn't duck away from it, keeping him aloft and vulnerable.

It was then that Stu would truly strike.

Now that the boy was relatively stuck in his own muck, Stu's head would crash downwards towards the ensnared boy. Since he was close, the headbutt would land smack dab towards the boy's nose, unless the boy came up with some ingenious way of getting out.

With so much power put into the strike, Stu would let go of his neck to let him stagger backwards. It was then, still grasping that right arm of his, Stu would tug back hard, which would cause the boy to stumble back towards Stu. Stu's right foot would shoot up towards his own chest, bending at the knee, and then rocketing forwards towards the center of the boy's chest, the largest target on any human.

[Fei Long]

(OOC: How significant are INT and WIS on this board? Just curious.)

Fei Long's right hand had remained against Stu's tricep throughout, preventing the choke the first time. Now, with his head literally against Stu's shoulder, it would be impossible for Stu to get his arm back and around Fei Long's head without taking a step back himself.

Regardless, the pull on his left arm was beginning to become less than comfortable. As his knee strike missed its intended target, Fei Long would duck his head as he stepped to the side on his right. Keeping his hand touching Stu's arm throughout, Fei Long would be able to prevent the choke, at least until he was chest to chest with Stu. If the stronger fighter still intended to choke, he would need to reach all the way to his own left shoulder to do so, becomming more of a neck crank than a choke as it was.

Ensnared either way, when Stu's head came to crash down into Fei Long's face, the chinese fighter reacted. Right hand still in front of him, he pushed out with his palm, fingers splayed out in a tiger claw. His palm would intercept Stu's face, crashing into his chin, albeit with less force than usual given their proximities. The most dangerous part of this however, would be the force Stu' put into it himself, where he'd drive his face into Fei's hand and more importantly, his eyes into his fingers.

Gouging the eyes and pushing the face, Fei Long would intend to push against the head as he pulled his own back, effectively pushing and pulling his target away from Stu's strike. Whether the stronger fighter would still be able to see by the end of the fight, would remain to be seen (<--haha, a pun!).