New to the stomping grounds - fresh meat *Mature*

OOC: So sorry man shit got crazy down my end. I hope this too long to read post makes up for it

IC:
Before time, During time, After time
These words were the only thing that kept going through his head as if they were a record on repeat. Jack looked at the three fighters, studying them. He was no longer playing his role as the innocent transfer, more so he no longer could afford to. In all honesty he had not wanted to draw none if any attention onto himself within the first few weeks of his transfer. That was still a possibility, these three were obviously not the strongest in the school and thus no one important would take any notice of their defeat and or disposal, or so Jack hoped. The battle was now upon him and thus he had to act in a respectable manner of his title.

"And are you willing to match an equal in battle, or rather contend with those who do not fight back?"

Jack's eyes slowly shifted for a second to the male who had just made himself known before flicking them back to the three fighters . The new older male was a good half a foot shorter than Jack, smaller in both height and build, somewhat handsome, but was he a friendly or an enemy? Who the fuck knew these days. The older male's comment only served to piss the three Sophomore's off even more which in effect served to have their aggression focused on Jack all that more. The rattiest of them (the leader) turned to the newcomer, the aura of arrogance surrounded him, like a sewer’s stench and with a large, ugly snarl across his face he spat back at the older male.

We'll fuck with you, once we're done fucking with the fresh little cunt.

The weakest yet smartest of the group was eying off Gabriel, possibly trying to figure out whether or not he would attack and help Jack. While the largest of the three approached Jack followed by what would seem the middle tier fighter in the group, an all round fighter if you will. Jack had to make quick decisions, he had assessed the situation and concluded that combat was an inevitability. He also planned for Gabriel to be little or no help to him thus if it turned out he was indeed the helping type Jack's plan would still work or even better work more effectively.

The way the big guy who was now directly in front of him, carried himself told Jack a few things. From these few points Jack had concluded that he could a) take a large amount of physical abuse and b) throw one hell of a punch. Jack would have to be extremely careful in close and make sure he used his experience and longer reach to his advantage, right through the fight and never bring it to a power struggle. When it came to the middle tier fighter he would have to simply play his game right and he should win as for the last one. The type who doesn't engage someone until he has a certain shot. He is not the type of fighter who is afraid of using dirty tactics, he fights and he fights to win, he is the type who’ll carry a bottle onto them and when his target is pre occupied with the fight he’ll hit and stab. Jack would have to pay careful attention to him in the corner of his eye, at the current moment in time Gabriel was occupying his thoughts.

Before time, during time, After time!

Jack took an orthodox boxing stance as the large giant in front of Jack suddenly acted, pulling his right fist up he braced himself and then rocketed forward. It was extremely slow Jack, could see everything perfectly as if the boy was moving at one cm a second. Jack tightened his guard as he slipped the oncoming punch by moving to his own right. The Giant's fist connected with the locker behind him, the sound was a horrible crack, the sheer size of the creator made Jack cringe that could've been my head. The male had hit it with enough force to not only dent the locker by move the actual locker into the wall behind it, Jack swore to himself as he made his counter.

Jack bent down low using bending his knees, storing up all the power in his legs and he sprang forward like a spring uncoiling. Driving his left fist out and in for a body hook, Jack would replace his left fist by his left temple as he twisted his body to the left to send a right body hook, repeating the same motion again however this time with his left fist. Jack looked up with a smirk expecting to have dealt three consecutive heavy blows to the older male. He wasn't impressed, the Male laughed as he swung at Jack. He instantly checked that his guard was up and tight as he moved away weaving, the punch more or less passed him, only slightly clipping him which to his surprise sending him stumbling. Jack once again swore to himself as he regained his balance thinking long and hard about how he could devise a new plan to take on this walking wall of muscle.

The two fighters circled each other, Jack now was facing the set of lockers with his back against the wall and a clear view of the creator in the wall. He mused as he suddenly realized that his opponent slightly resembled a large pig, ugly, fast and strong. Jack was beginning to lose his temper waiting for the fat lard to charge, the blood was beginning to boil within him, the mere sight of the tard that stood in front of him disgusted him, that such a incompetent human being could possess a greater strength then him and just like that the Sonic Dragon snapped.

"Cmon you fat shit! I Have better things to do then count the rolls on your chin”
Jack screamed from across the hallway.

Whatever he had done, it worked the older male charged at Jack. He was slow and easy to evade, a quick side step, spin and push would send the male head first into the wall. Once again the noise was a horrid bang, the concrete cracked under his sheer weight and power. Jack didn’t wait for him to recover he moved in, bending his legs, he wrapped his arms around the Male's waist and starting to lift him to perform a German-suplex, yet to no avail. The Male was heavy and strong, he had bent low making it hard for Jack to lift, and within seconds he began to swing his hips left and right taking Jack's full body with him, as if the male was a thrashing bear avoiding capture. One of his elbows clipped Jack's head and forced his already loose grip free.

Jack hit the floor and rolled trying to get to his feet as soon as possible, however he merely didn't have the oxygen in his winded lungs to spring like he normally would. The older male strolled across the hall, picked Jack up lifting him over his head as if he were a 2 kilo weight and tossed him straight into the wall of lockers.
"GAH!"

Jack yelled as the locker wall cracked and dented as he slowly slid to the floor, pens, pencils, rulers ect spilt across the floor. Jack slowly got to his feet elbows first, right leg and then left leg catching his breath and wiping the small dribble of blood from the corner of his mouth where he had bit his lip, only to be replaced with more blood.

Jack composed himself thinking up his three step plan, once again the male charged, once again Jack dodged and spun. The Male thought Jack was going for the same move, he had slowed his down for this same reason. As the older male swung around Jack continued forward so he was at a forty five degree angle to the male.

Jack's right hand shot out and it found his target latching on with a vise like grip. He didn't let go, no matter how much thrashing the older male was doing, if anything Jack just squeezed harder as if he were squeezing the life out of his small testicles. The behemoth's squeal was similar to that of a wild pig, it would not stop, only increasing in noise as Jack increased the pressure and started to begin to left him. Dropping down low Jack locked his arm into place, pushing directly up with his legs, using his right arm to stabilize the fat lard Jack would spear the fart shit directly into the concrete floor with all his power. Jack could feel them crush under the strength in his iron like hands, in his hands he held something he swore he'd never voluntarily hold, however a win was a win.

As the male lay on his back looking up, Jack smirked as he progressed to stomp on his face, one, two, three Jack took one more step and stomped his groin before giving him a good kick in the ribs. Jack felt them compressed under his strength yet not a single break.

“You stupid fuck just roll over and die!”

The look in the male’s eyes told Jack a million things. He wanted to kill Jack, the hatred that was projected at Jack only served to increase Jack’s blood thirst. Jack started to stomp the male all over now not caring where his foot landed. The Older male began to stir getting to his feet, despite the amount of pain that Jack was inflicting onto him.

AS the older male looked up for the last time, there was a large grin planted on the Dragon’s face as he round housed him directly in the nose.

OOC: Once again man I'm so sorry =_= I must admit I am ashamed of how lame this post is and I haven't even written it!

IC:


Jack used the split second of time that Gabriel bought him to react, as the middle tier fighter moved into to ambush Gabriel Jack would close the distance reach around with his left hand he wrapped around the man's face and pulled it toward him spinning the man around. Using the fraction of a second that it took for the brain to re adjust what had just happened and register what was coming Jack slammed his right elbow into his temple, continuing the spin Jack would use it to send a devastating left spinning elbow toward the older male's head yet again. If the first strike had not done enough damage the second one still did.

The male was falling toward the floor conscious, just. This however would not do, for the price of not only insulting Jack but moving on to attack him, Jack would destroy this boy.

Grabbing the boy's shirt Jack stepped within his circle, slamming his hip into the older male Jack performed a text book hip throw, judo style. Jack would make sure the boy landed in the most uncomfortable position jarring his neck.

Once in an advantageous position Jack would bring his shots down with as much weight and force that he could muster, sacrificing speed for such an effect. It would have been a good twenty seconds before Jack stopped to look up at Gabriel, who if anything would have just finished strangling the boy.

Jack would get to his feet, pushing off the older male's face, making sure to slip his finger into one of the man's eye sockets. Jack would square up as he look at Gabriel still keeping his guard up, not trusting the older man for one second.

"Thank you for your help....friend"

Jack would say the last word with a sense of reluctance as if he didn't want to label the unknown man before he really knew who he was.

"To be a friend I'd consider getting you name first..."

Gabriel's words rushed over him like a wave of solid cement, he wasn't sure whether to take it as Gabriel looking down on him or simply being direct. Jack would have liked to think of it as the lesser of the two however one could never know. Gabriel outstretched his hand it was only common etiquette to follow suit.

"I'm Gabriel Seran, and you'd be?"

"Jack, Jack O'Connor, pleased to meet you"

Jack would say as he looked Gabriel directly in the face, keeping his face devoid of all outward emotion that would suggest he had just destroyed two boy's lives. He was calm and peaceful suggesting that life or death combat was a part of his everyday life.

"I owe you my thanks, I don't think I would have been able to win without your help"

While Jack spoke nice words that's all they were, just words they had no meaning. Both Gabriel and Jack knew that if the other man hadn't entered the fight the outcome would have been the same.

"A pleasure, but I don't think you needed any help if you ask me. Looks like you could've dealt with them easily what with that speed of yours."

So he was studying me

Jack swore inwardly, he had revealed too much to the male, for this very reason he had not wanted to start an open fight so early in his transfer. He had no idea who Gabriel was but Gabriel knew a lot about Jack.

"hmm I'd like to see it when you're not holding back... or am I being a bit too presumptuous?"

Jack's eyes changed, as if Gabriel was challenging Jack's berserker to show. If Jack didn't fight without restraint, he would end up killing not only himself but every living thing in the intermediate area.

"While I think fighting without restraint would be better entertainment it would unfortunately draw too much attention to this already hot zone, however who am I to refuse a fight from such a skilled fighter like yourself"

With that Jack would wait for the man's answer if it was a yes, Jack would back away getting some distance between them. Removing his tie and blood stained shirt Jack would drop them on the floor. Smirking he would pull out a coin showing it to Gabriel Jack would flick it into the air, as it hit the ground it began to spin. When the coin came to rest the fight would begin.

Take would take up a traditional Muay thai stance, his weight on his back foot (right foot) allowing his left foot the freedom to throw push kicks and place his foot before stepping.

OOC: The honor's all yours.

"Perhaps you're right, this scene seems a bit....littered if you know what I mean."

"Agreed"

Jack would say as he relaxed his stance, standing straight giving Gabriel his full attention. Nodded in agreement as the older man spoke.

"Lets take this to the courtyard I suppose thats a much better stage for things like this."

"Yes, lets move."

With that jack would pick up his clothes and motion for Gabriel to walk with him. The two fighters would walk side by side out of the main school building and out into the courtyard. They would take up some distance between them before Gabriel initiated the talking once again.

"Now then,"

Jack knew what was about to come, His stance was ready, hands up, right protecting his check, left out in front his feet mirroring his hands so his hips were turned at a forty five degree angle. He was ready, ready to fight, ready to win.

"Lets begin."

Jack smirked, Gabriel was fast but so was Jack. It was only his experience in these sort of fights that allowed him to guess what was about to happen. Jack had no idea where the man was going to attack, it could be his face, neck, chest, ribs or groin but Jack knew one thing. He was airborne and he was coming toward him. Jack would take a large step forward to his left foot transferring his weight forward, He would strep through lifting his body up on the ball of his left foot, transferring all the energy and power that his legs could generate (much like a clean in weight lifting) his left hand was by his face protecting it, while he right knee shot directly up and then out, forcing his torso back. Throwing his right arm behind him to counter balance he through his right heel up. Jack's leg span was longer than Gabriel's, his counter would slam Gabriel back, once Gabriel was back then Jack would begin his own offensive.

Jack's sinister grin spread across his face. This couldn't have played out any better even if the God's themselves controlled it. The way he felt now was exactly how he felt position fighting the likes of Xaier in his prime or Stein.

Jack would step forward with his left while he stepped back with his right getting a good base readjusting anything about his stance. Jack's left foot was out in front of his body as his lead foot pointing directly at Gabriel, the heel was slightly raised off the ground so the majority of contact with the floor was on the ball of the foot. His right foot was placed behind him at a forty five degree angle in comparison to his lead foot and by extension turning his body at a forty five degree angle. His shoulders were raised making it look as if he were tucking in his head, this made his arm come up in more or less a orthodox boxing stance. His right hand was back to guard his face while his left hand was out in front leading, in line with his lead foot. Both of Jack's hands were open in order to allow him to catch easier, grapple and relax the muscles while not in contact and contract upon contact.

Jack's first step would be forward leading with his left foot which had very little to no weight on it, until a shift of weight and Jack's right foot would follow. This happened as quickly as one would take a normal step but with extreme care and balance.This would continue as long as he was moving forward. Jack would then begin to circle around still continuing to move in with each step.

Jack's longer striking zone would give him the advantage in a striking battle, his sheer size and weight would give him the advantage in a grappling battle and finally his experience in the sort of fighting at institution like #552 would help him even up the playing field. Jack was wondering whether or not Gabriel had realized that as their circle's came together, Jack would have the upper hand on the outskirts while always being able to retreat back.
Gabriel

Once Jack's circle had reached Gabriel's, Jack would suddenly move on the offensive, his left hand would shoot out fueled by a pure torso rip to minimal the disruption to his stance and thus unbalancing him. Jack's initial jab would be aimed at Gabriel's head, it was nothing special a simple jab more or less a opener move to bridge him into the more complex moves and combination that were to come.

As soon as Jack's arm had extended it would be retracted instantly and as soon as it returned to it's starting position it would be sent out again this time lower. Jack would have to drop his weight slightly as he launched his second and final jab of his three punch combination. As Jack's left hand returned back to its’ original position Jack's right would be flung out. Using his feet to launch the strike Jack’s right foot would twist out as his right fist was launched for Gabriel’s throat/sternum. Brining his right fist back whether or not it was a successful hit, Jack would regain his balance and adjust anything he needed to, to his stance as he prepared for the next flurry of attacks giving Gabriel very little time or space to counterattack. Jack’s plan was to simply overwhelm Gabriel with carefully placed attacks, utilizing his speed and power in an open environment.