Bad Days (Long)

[Allen Daughtry]

Allen was starting to grow tired of the constant change of atmosphere.

It was his first day at the new school he had been assigned, and already there had been bad omens looming all around him. That morning in the make shift apartment he rented downtown, his rusty old oven finally died on him, his shower was only pouring out ice water, and he had gotten little sleep from one of the neighbors making too much noise - in the worst way.

And to translate, "worst way" very literally meant "noisy sex."

It didn't help that Allen Daughtry was still coping with aches and stiffness from his injuries, but of course, two solid months of the pain made him used to ignoring them. But as he reached the new school with his usual attire pulled over his body, the fresh transfer found himself frustrated from the beginning. The campus was massive, with all sorts of different buildings with various uses, and too much traversing between each. The population was just as large as Hircine's, if not a little larger, and the students were just as violent - if not more violent - then the Mugen Hall Collective. He had to collect papers from the school administration, he had to undergo a one-person orientation, he had to learn the geography of the school all on his own while systematically locating his classes before the start of class and avoiding whatever fights and crowds spawned along the way. And all this with a back pack full of materials that he knew all too well would soon be left at home once he grew accustomed to the classes.

Three periods later, Daughtry was in no better mood. In his home room, he narrowly missed a reprimand from his overly zealous professor for his late arrival, and was just about to start a fight with the older man when a fight erupted outside, forcing the teacher to change his focus. In his second class, Daughtry was tossed into a war of testosterone with another senior, as the punk claimed that Allen looked at his girlfriend the wrong way, and worse, the girl looked back. Granted, Allen did look at her, and most certainly eyed the hell out of her, but he was in no mood to deal with the cock jock's jealousy, and ended up having to disrupt class with the sudden drop of the guy's body to the ground.

("What? He insulted my honor or whatever.")

Thankfully, third period had gone smoothly, so Allen was able to breath, but his patience was running thin. The pressure of anger was reaching its breaking point, and regardless of his preference for logic and reason, the man was starting to lose his edge over his passions, and soon he was ready to burst, breaking something else in the process.

Ironic, really.

So when he was suddenly ambushed by the arrival of a massive crowd of other students hustling out of their classes at a late release, he couldn't help but curse rather loudly as his signature sunglasses felt to the floor with a sudden shove to his side. His cerulean eyes watched in shock as the world's light around him shifted from ebony to natural, and with a gasp of genuine loss, felt himself lose sight of the shades, only to hear the quiet crack of a foot against their fragile plastic structure.

It had been the straw on that camel which was now Allen Daughtry's back.

His teeth grit with so much anger that it must have appeared that he had gone mad, and his eyes glared with a desire to spill blood as his two arms came swooping in front of him to shove every possible person out of the way, planning with a great deal of intent to find the person who broke his sunglasses and confront them, face to face, without remorse.

"You!" Allen Daughtry roared with rage, agony, and even a bit of sorrow, "You fucking broke my shades!"

And with that, Allen would be christened to the fighting tradition of the new school. [/font]

[Fei Long]

(OOC: BEFORE writing this, i'm telling you its going to be MUCH shorter.)

School had been boring today. No matter how hard he tried, no one was taking his bait today. Fei Long just couldn't get a fight. Everytime he started one, they bitched out. Bitches. God damn. Fei Long left third period once again clearly dissapointed. Pushing his way through the obviously overcrowded hallways, something crunched under his left foot. He felt it, trying to look down, but getting pushed by the rushing crowd behind him

Ah, whatever.

Fei Long shrugged as he kept moving. It didn't hurt his foot, so why should he give a shit? Moments later, it seemed shits were to be given. The overcrowded school's hallways suddenly opened wide, the animals within smelling the scent of an upcoming display of testosterone. Who was Fei Long to deny them that entertainment?

"And...?" Fei Long trailed off, blatantly displaying disregard.

"You wanted to thank me right? For destroying that cheap piece of crap? Don't worry, I'm always here to give charity to the underpriveleged."

[Allen Daughtry]

The bastard opened Pandora's Box.

By breaking Allen's shades, he had taken away his shell, his shield to hiding the true man from the world. That was already enough of an offense to him, and though he'd just shove it off with a growl of dissatisfaction on most days, and forgive some for their clumsiness, Daughtry had been thrown into a mood where his emotions growled, his passions flared, and above all, his instinct begged for blood. At the point where he lost something that was so important to him at a personal level, the true Allen Daughtry - the reasoning - could not help but step aside and open the door wide open.

'This fucker's dead.'

At first he responded to the blatant insult with a scowl and the tense grip of the muscles in his body pulling inward even more with the flow of more blood and adrenaline into his system, but something came to him, and with a sort of momentary acceptance, the frown was replaced with his usual coy grin of arrogance, as his naked cerulean eyes leered over at the other man.

"Oh yes, I am so thankful for the service. Rejoicing, even."

He took one step forward, and held his left arm up, showing the underside of his hand to the evident Asian, though he slowly rose the hand toward the shoulder of one of the random and mostly innocent male students that stood beside him, naive to his supposed intentions.

"And I'd like to repay you most kindly."

With that, the grin peaked at its widest, before Allen's hand suddenly veered inward, clutched at the boy's right collarbone, and dragged his body's momentum onto a course toward the instigator, with Allen now pulling his left arm to sit on the boy's upper back to shove him into his opponent's range, before kicking to the innocent victim's left side with a sudden shove of his legs, his eyes now glaring at his opponent.

"By breaking your cheap face!"

As he skid past the victim's right side and what he intended to be his opponent's right side as well, Daughtry would plant his left foot firmly on the ground in front of him to stop his momentum, then slide his right foot into place in front of him so that his right side would lead him, and be aimed toward his opponent. Immediately thereafter, he would pull his left arm up in a hook by his waist as a guard while he shot his right arm forward in a rapid punch toward the man's chest.

It was due punishment for a due crime. [/font]

[Fei Long]

"No need. I may seem like a god needing tribute to you, which is understandable, but I'm simply a man. A great man, but a man nonetheless."

Fei Long caught wind of Allen's own hot air, deciding to reply with even more shameless arrogance. With the whining man's face turning up into a wild grin, Fei Long raised his brow, unsettled by the sudden display and not hard to guess what was to come next.

While Fei Long expected an attack, he certainly didn't expect one of this originality. Allen was an artist it seemed when it came to violence. It made sense, there were students all around. Fei Long would just have to reply with just as much showmanship, if not more.

As the boy's back was shoved at him, Fei Long grabbed ahold of the hair on the top of his head with his right hand as his left gripped his jacket near the middle of his back. Dragging down and back with both hands, Fei Long stepped back with his right foot, tilting the boy backwards. Clearing the block from his vision, Fei Long saw just in time as Allen came from the side. Turning his torso to the right, Fei Long shifted the boy into the lind of fire, using him as shield as Allen's fist crashed center into his chest.

Ignoring the wheezing cry from the boy, Fei Long used the momentum put into the boy by Allen's punch to swing his left arm backwards as he released with his right, throwing the boy out of immediate range into the lockers behind him. As his left arm went back, his right hand shot forward in a snake's finger strike, aimmed for the center of his opponent's throat.

[Allen Daughtry]

OOC: You just love those throat shots, don't you?

IC: 'Well, there goes my diversion. Sure he's gonna hate me after this.'

Though his target had been clever enough to turn the innocently tossed boy into a living riot shield and absorb the brunt of Daughtry's hit, the man was not deterred by his assault. Fortunately, the decision by his new hallway adversary to dispose of the bruised boy cost him a split second of time, giving Allen ample space to retrieve his left arm and prepare a follow up strike. Once the victim was sent on his way to the locker wall, the formerly shaded junior wasted no time in his new offensive. Relying on his left leg as his anchored weight, Allen returned his left arm to his side by retracting it near his hip just as he shot his right arm forward in a slow feint toward his opponent's chest once more.

He originally intended the fake punch to be an opener for a consecutive jab, but Allen's plans changed when he saw the upcoming attack from his opponent. Daughtry still had no intention of taking the hit or evading, so instead he voted to parry it with his left arm, which was now nearing his left hip. As his opponent's arm came forward toward his throat, Allen's left arm sprung upward with an open palm to bat the momentum of the strike away. Yet, he added to this defense by reshaping his right armed feint into an arced palm strike on its way home, thus hitting his opponent's inner right forearm a moment after the first parry. The end result would be his opponent's right arm veering far off course, and both of Allen's limbs still close to his chest.

Further, he chose to respond with an attack of his own. As his left and right arm hit away the throat stab, Daughtry implemented his weight on his right leg so that he could send a low right kick toward his opponent's left shin, intent on forcing him to falter back and give Daughtry more leg room. To support this slight momentum, his arms would naturally wheel toward his head, both as a counterweight to the movements, and also as a convenient defense for his cranium.[/font]

[Fei Long]

Fei Long's shield was discarded away, the chinese student not having enough endurance of strength when it came to holding up deadweight of student heavier than him. Fei Long's right hand went out to Allen's throat, which wasn't too surprising when it was deflected to the inside. It was when Allen added in a second deflection to the same limb. Certainly an unorthodox move, but a clever one nonetheless.

Upon connection with Allen's second deflection, Fei Long turn his right hand to the outside, having his palm facing in the direction of his right (Allen's left) side. As Allen would send it careening outwards, Fei Long's hand would grab the lapel of Allen's jacket on the way, pulling along with the momentum put into his arm to increase it as he would attempt to unbalance Allen, tilting him to the side.

At the same time, Fei Long's left arm would swing up and around in a wide arc. As a rarity, Fei Long's fist was in a complete closed position, though it wouldn't be the attacking tool in this case. The closed fist would tighten the arm, hardening Fei Long's already hardened forearm as he'd swing it up into the intended target of the right side of Allen's neck.

However, Allen hadn't been standing still either, as he had pulled his hands back to guard, simultaneously sending a low kick to Fei Long's shin. With a guard up, it was more likely Fei Long's forearm strike would be absorbed, though any obstruction would feel the force afterwards. The low kick would also connect with Fei's shin, moving under the radar. However, in that moment Allen lifted his foot Fei Long would be pulling his lapel and striking the right side of his body, likely sending his opponent to the ground in the momentary falter of his balance.

[Allen Daughtry]

Allen felt as if he were being figuratively tugged in multiple directions. He had successfully deflected his opponent's throat strike, and landed his shin kick without a fault, but now the Asian man was on the offensive, and not only trying to drag Daughtry off track by grabbing his leather jacket's left slip with the deflected attack arm and pulling down, but also tossing distracting his guard on his right side with some kind of "clothes-liner" attack.

What worried Allen the most was not the left armed strike by his adversary, but the pull on his own left side by the deflected right arm. The warrior had been lucky enough to grab hold of the leather as Daughtry's right leg was still in mid-air after the shin kick, and so the formerly shaded man would lose his footing. If he wanted to avoid a ground fight with his opponent on top, Allen would have to do something, and fast.

The first order of business was restoring his balance. What had been a fortunate tactic used by Allen was his shift of weight toward his right side during the shin kick, as he originally intended to force his opponent back and use the new point of weight to immediately move forward. So in response to the new pull on his left side, Allen simply used the weight on his right side in cooperation with gravity to anchor himself down, with his right foot sitting proudly in front of his opponent's left leg, only separated by a few inches. This would give him enough of a position to resist a fall from the pull, but it would be far from enough to be mobile again. He'd need to deal with his opponent's right arm.

Second order of business: arm movement. Since Allen's left arm had been the first to retake a defensive stance, he immediately responded to the grab by his opponent's right hand with a swift elbow jab to the gripping right inner forearm, hoping to crash into the man's bone and dent his focus with enough pain to force a release; yet, Allen would simply return his arm back to his defensive position once this was done, as he did not want to risk his left arm being caught instead.

On the opposite side of his body, Daughtry decided to keep his defense simple, and when his opponent's left forearm came arcing in, Allen's right forearm rose up to intercept it. The hit was enough to leave a numbing sensation and a bruise of pain undoubtedly, but it was nothing serious, and to guarantee that the adversary's left arm did not orbit Allen's head, he simply slid his right forearm down the width of his opponent's forearm once the crash took place to plant his right hand lightly across the other man's wrist, giving him the opportunity to firmly grip and push away before releasing.

Finally, Daughtry decided on his counterattack. As his arms played defense and his right leg reaffirmed most of his weight, Allen's left leg had been sliding across the ground to widen his balance. This was partly done at first as a precaution to prevent himself landing onto his back, but it soon became an attack strategy. Once the dance of his arms and legs were finished, Daughtry would change his focus. Using his right leg to act as the pole of his body's weight, the fighter began to push himself toward his opponent with a firm speed, making it appear that he merely intended to even their stances. However, as Allen's right side shifted forward, his left side followed, with his left leg now sliding forward a bit before kicking itself off of the ground into the air. His left leg's knee bent at a sharp angle, and using his right leg as support, and with the significant forward momentum now held, Allen Daughtry's attack was clear: he was planning a heavy knee attack, aimed straight for his adversary's abdomen.

Both of his arms, if not affected by his opponent's own, would continue to float at his side, though his left arm would float more towards his front, in case of retaliation or the opportunity for a shot to the man's face. While all of Daughtry's weight would still be in his right side, he intended to force his opponent once more, only now with much more painful repercussions. [/font]

[Fei Long]

(OOC: Wow. You did alot. Forgive me if I don't comment on every detail you spoke of )

Fei Long's aggressor had much better balance than that of most men, being able to plant his foot down quick enough to keep him from being toppled over completely. However, that balance was now disrupted, and Fei Long would keep that in mind.

Allen's elbow would come down on Fei Long's arm, striking the outside of his forearm where the bone was. It hurt, quite possibly leaving a nickel sized bruise for later. The kind of pain however was a dull pain, the kind that gave off a bit of a numbness in the arm. The dull pain was something that only made Fei Long's grip tighten harder, keeping the blood flowing in his arm rather. Sharp pains were the type that made holds fall, and unfortunately for Allen, this one wasn't.

The fact that Allen parried his forearm smash was no surprise either, Fei Long having already planned out what his next step would be. His arm would slide back the same as Allen's would, instead gripping a hand hold on his jacket just behind Allen's right shoulder. This wouldn't stop Allen's sliding back of his own arm completely, though it would likely cause it to land more on the higher forearm, a few inches above the wrist.

With Fei Long attaining two handholds on Allen's jacket, it was more than enough to feel yet another adjustment of his balance as he began to slide forward, pushing into Fei Long with what would be a knee strike. Planning for no defense, Fei Long would slide his right leg back, turning sharply to the right as he pulled with both hands on Allen's jacket.

This would cause Allen to turn as he came in for knee strike, causing it to glance against Fei Long's midsection more than land with a hard thud. Fei Long would lose a little bit of wind from it regardless, having paid no heed to it the entire time. Allen however, would be needing to recover more, for Fei Long's turn and pull would redirect and increase his momentum, throwing him to the floor on his back.

[Allen Daughtry]

The man's mistake was the lack of defensive resistance. Having preoccupied both hands just for the sake of a grip that needed Daughtry to be right on top of his opponent, the other fighter gave too many opportunities. And Daughtry was not one to miss out on a victory.

Though his knee kick had done little damage, Allen was fortunate enough to still have his right leg on the ground, buying him time as his opponent now had control of his torso and his very direction. Long was working his right side to not only move himself out of harm's way, but to use his own momentum to vault Daughtry onto the ground. There was no escaping that fact. So Allen would just accept the shift, embrace it, and compensate.

'Fine, you want to go down? That's fine - but I'll be on top.'

Thus, just after his left legged knee kick failed, Allen would stomp his right leg toward his opponent even further but in cooperation with his own movement, thus intending for the formerly shaded man to be pulled toward his left, but to move inward instead of out. He also decided to drop his left leg to ground in front of his opponent's own left leg, in hopes of breaking his balance when the right time came.

The real trick was in his arm movement. Since it was clear that breaking Long's connection to his jacket would gain nothing, Daughtry went on the offensive. The first move was for Allen to slip his right arm underneath his opponent's left armpit and wrap it around his back and level with his shoulder blades. The goal was simply to attach his own body's momentum to his opponent's to prevent a toss, but also to keep him as close as possible. The second move was much more offensive: Daughtry would clench his left fist with pointed knuckles outward, and with a wide arc outward, collide with the dead center of his opponent's unguarded chest - the strike was aimed to catch his opponent's diaphragm from a slightly downward angle, with the goal of shattering his ability to breath for several seconds and shock his senses.

At this point, Allen wasn't entirely sure what direction his opponent could continue to take, but considering that he was now attached to the man both by his right arm and a shove forward, he doubted that it would matter much. And now that he was within point blank range, there were just too many opportunities to pass up. He'd break him. [/font]

[Fei Long]

With more shifts of Allen's hands and feet, Fei Long didn't go unaware of his games of hopscotch and patty cake. When more resistance came when the throw would have otherwise peaked, Fei Long would just have to shift his own movements a little bit. Hopscotch and patty cake were never fun by yourself.

As Allen's right arm went for an underhook in almost the same motion as Fei Long had, the only difference being Fei's hand being vertical and Allen's horizontal, Fei Long would tighten his own grips, pulling his body up into Allen's. This would happen with a simple arm curl of his left hand, as well as pulling his right hand in, now firmly placing the forearm against Allen's left pectoral as his elbow bent.

By pulling himself even tighter into Allen, he'd unintentionally avoid the wide hook coming into him as he pressed chest to chest. Instead, Allen's hook would swing around, striking his own right hand that laid on his back, as it was on an even level of the center of his chest. This would be humorous to Fei Long, if he could have seen it happen, but it wasn't his intentions. Instead Fei Long would jump off both feet driving Allen down into the ground back first in the throw turned body slam.

If this worked out, Fei Long would slip his left arm out of Allen's armpit shoving Allen back to the ground once more with his right before pushing himself up off to Allen's left. Fei Long would let Allen stand back, prefering a stand up fight to the ground, even if on top.

[Allen Daughtry]

It was clear that Daughtry's adversary was no fool. Having evaded a potentially harmful attack from Allen's right jab by pulling in even closer to his own body, Fei Long was now much too close for comfort, and was just as tied down in tangled limbs as Daughtry was. Though he evaded any damage from the left jab, the collision between both of Allen's fists wasn't severe, and only helped to link his own chest to Long's, as his left hand bound into the grip of his right hand around the back of his opponent.

What followed next wasn't much of a surprise, considering its tactical sense, and though Allen had at least one response in mind, he still dreaded the thought of a ground fight with him on the bottom. As he felt his adversary kick forward to force a body slam backward, Daughtry chose to bend his left leg just enough that he could keep its strength after the crash, though he kept its general position just under Long's right leg for safety's sake. As for lessening the blow on his back, Daughtry made sure to straighten his back and tense his muscles to try and make as plain a landing as possible - he'd feel the force no doubt, but he would likely just lose wind.

When the two finally slammed into the ground, Daughtry took no time to wait and pray for his opponent to leave him behind on the ground. The blond was no use when trapped in a ground battle, and while he sensed that his opponent was more like him in this sense, he had no intention of trusting the bastard. As he felt the weight of his own body and his opponent's pressing his lungs into the ground, Daughtry used the pain and the muscular rebound to toss his forehead right into Long's face, intent on stunning him with a painful blow. The pain would fortunately counteract the potential recoil of the fall, giving Allen some form of coherence.

Further, to guarantee that Fei Long was shoved off of his body, Allen would pull his two hands up to the man's shoulders to guarantee that he could begin to pull him up somewhat, adding to the man's own likely movement, before practically shoving him away with the force of a light kick by Allen's bent left leg, which would now be pulling upward towards his waist and shoving outward, as if he were exercising. The kick wouldn't much weight behind it, and since it would be right next to Long's stomach, the most he'd lose is some air of his own. But the original intention was merely to force him away with a tumbling falter back.

If Allen were then clear of the man, he'd make his own way back up to a free standing position, before taking a defensive stance once more, glaring at his opponent as he worked to regain his breath.[/font]