A fun fight

[Jack]

OOC: Phoenix and Open

IC:

Simon was running late. Again. As always. It’s only expected.

“I’m late, late again!“

It was a habit he regrettably acquired since his move to this strange country. He never had this type of problem back home, but he also never lived in such a densely populated area as San Diego. The people here just seemed to operate on a different clock a different time frame even. Five minutes here meant anywhere from 1 minuet to half an hour. This place was just so much bigger and quicker than what he was used to. Obviously, he was still adjusting just he wasn't adjusting well.

The sound of his light small feet hitting the floor echoed through the semi empty corridor that he was now quickly charging down. His breath escaped in short, repetitive, bursts that also added to the noise his small frame was making. Thankfully, this section of hallway was rather empty in comparison to the others, hardly anyone used the science classroom . As he neared his destination a white sign on his door grew bigger and bigger, it read due to classroom maintenance the science class has been moved to F1A This was on the other side of the school. Panting he let out a frustrated grumble as he spun on his heels and bolted down the corridor. As he neared the corner he slowed down not wanting to foolishly charge around a bend. He took the sharp turn with F1 precision and crashed into another colossal mass with Asian driving precision . The two collided and poor Simon lost his footing. His body bent backwards as his feet gave out from under him, it was as if the world was in slow motion and suddenly it all sped up as his body came crashing to the floor.

Instantly thinking to apologize to the human, or so he hope that was so big he floored him by Simon running into him (not hard) he could hear the angry grumble of a very, very large man (or so he hoped). His eyes would slowly drift up following the man’s legs, noticing his nice expensive shoes, I hit a teacher!, his black dress pants which looked equally expensive, his large laptop bag which meant he had a large laptop(expensive), silver fox and wolf head belt buckle. This guy’s gangster!, his expensive looking white shirt, with his black equally expensive looking waist coat which now had coffee stains all over them. He didn’t want to look any higher, he notice the man’s tie Ohh man, only teacher’s wear ties and finally he looked into the unshaven face of Jack O’Connor. Jack’s eyes were twitching, this was one of his best shirts and as for the waist coat well he only had one of those, as it was part of a set! Jack let out a growl as he bent over. "I hope you're ready for the beating of a lifetime boy." Simon, shook his head, in an un-spoken plea not to receive his deserved beating. "Get up." when he didn’t move Jack’s hands shot out and the shirt of the boy hoisting him into the air.

50 seconds earlier

Fuck Today Just keeps getting worse!

First off they fucked up his coffee order, secondly he had the worst timetable imaginable and thirdly he was on the night shift tonight, again! Jack slammed his locker shut, with his free hand, adjusting the strap of his laptop bag with the same hand he moved off. His keen ears picking up the faint noise of footsteps. They grew in sound and intensity before a body shot around the corner, slamming into him. Jack would yell in frustration as his hot coffee was spilt all over his new clothes.

"I hope you're ready for the beating of a lifetime boy."

Just being his usual self, Jack would take a few steps forward and towered over the boy instantly intimidating him, standing at a foot and a half taller than him. Jack’s right hand would guide his laptop bag to the ground as it slid off his shoulder. When the boy made eye contact with the older male, giving him a pleading look as if that would change his mind. "Get up." His eyes were cold and dark, resembling the build up to a thunder storm or blizzard .He was going to vent his rage by beating up some random kid who simply did the wrong thing, to the wrong guy at the wrong time in the wrong place.... poor kid. Jack’s hands would shoot out grabbing the boy by the shirt, spinning on his heel he would haul the boy off his feet and slam him into the lockers to his right side (Simon’s left).

[Phoenix]

“I hope you’re ready for the beating of a lifetime boy.”

Phoenix rounded the corner to see Jack advancing on a boy, probably similar to Phoenix’s own age by the look of it. Analysing the situation, it was almost too easy for him to retrace the events that must have lead to this dire situation. From the evidence of coffee on Jack’s clothes and the empty coffee cup on the ground, it seemed as if the student had, unaware of Jack, tried to race round a corner and run straight into Jack causing the coffee to go everywhere and make Jack angry.

Quickening his pace, Phoenix would stride up the corridor in time to see the young student glance up at Jack, who was towering over him, with a pleading look that’s intent was so clear that it almost made Phoenix sick.

“Get up.”

Phoenix was close enough to see Jack’s eyes now. They showed no mercy and reminded Phoenix of a deadly black cloud about to throw lightning down upon the earth. This wasn’t fair, though Phoenix, this student is simply a victim of circumstance and Jack has taken it upon himself to injure him for that? Sighing quietly to himself, Phoenix would merge with the shadows cast by the lockers and walk silently towards the back of the unfortunate student that was currently the object of Jack’s rage. Phoenix would see Jack change his center of gravity and would pull the student backwards with a simple tug on the back of his shirt allowing him to avoid Jack’s grasping fingers by mere centimetres. The momentum inflicted by Phoenix on this student caused him to peddle quite a few metres back where he would hopefully see sense and leave the immediate vicinity… quickly.

“Come on Jack, you shouldn’t have to waste your energy on people like him.”

His tone was unusually kind and pleading as he motioned for with his head to go the opposite way from the kid and forget about this whole matter.

[Jack]

come on Jack, you shouldn’t have to waste your energy on people like him.”

“Oh? And I suppose you are here to offer me an alternative?”

Jack would have a calm look on his face as his attention focussed on Phoenix, he would not be aggressive toward his friend, showing some level of self control. However Phoenix had taken his kill away from him, Jack would demand some recompense for that at the very least. Jack’s sinister grin would grow as he looked at Phoenix, not bothering to hide his desire for war. His desire for conquest and battle, the beast was getting ready, as if her were a pot of water on the strove reaching boiling point. They were on the verge of plunging themselves into a world of conflict and glory, while still maintaining their innocence. Jack would now turn to completely face Phoenix, his hands on his hips.

“Well Phoenix, what are you going to give me to play with in replacement for the boy you stole from me?”

Jack would ask a sinister grin planted on his face, they both knew what Jack wanted, what Jack demanded and he would have his satisfaction one way or another Phoenix would repay him for what he stole.

“So, shall we rumble?”

Jack would slowly slide off his overcoat, along with it his leather Jacket, leaving him only in his shirt and usual attire. Jack chuckled as he paced away from the lockers, taking up a casual neutral stance as he looked at Phoenix. Let’s see if you’re good enough to rumble with real men Jack would think to himself as he studied Phoenix, their extra training was doing him good. Phoenix’ shoulders were broadening and his mind was sharpening, everything about Phoenix lead to one solution. A sadistic genius who would be the future of his life’s work, everything Jack hoped for in a fighter would be passed onto Phoenix, he would be able to conquer his foes with both brute strength and strategy.

[Phoenix]

“Oh? And I suppose you are here to offer me an alternative?”

Phoenix let his façade drop as he revealed his true intent with a sinister smile, Jack had obviously been working on mastering his emotions because he was able to maintain a relatively civil conversation merely seconds after loosing his prey. Somehow, Phoenix doubted, that if anyone else had taken the course of action that he had, that a conversation would be taking place.

“An alternative? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Jack’s smile grew as the inevitable was fast approaching, there was only one solution to this scenario and both of the men present knew that, this was just of pre-game entertainment for the both of them. In his mind, Phoenix was weighing up his chances against Jack. He knew that there was a very little small chance that he could actually win this fight, however, there was also only a slight chance that Jack would out rightly win it. Phoenix had fought and trained, both with and against, Jack for a long time and knew almost all of his attacks and flaws, the only way that he would have a chance would be to rely on this knowledge as well as his ability to preempt what Jack’s next attack was. Despite Jack’s obviously superior speed and strength, Phoenix felt a feeling of warmth spread through his body as he awaited the fight that was about to occur in the near future.

“So, shall we rumble?”

Phoenix was kind enough to allow Jack to remove himself from his outer garments before settling into a comfortable defensive stance that had his weight perfectly spread through his feet and allowed his hands, arms and legs to quickly defend almost every part of his body.

“That’s a bit of a stupid question.”

[Jack]

“An alternative? I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Jack flashed his canines at Phoenix, showing off his enjoyment and how much he had longed to hear those exact words, or something similar. “How about I show you?” Jack’s sinister smile grew as the two fighters were quickly approaching the inevitable. There was only one solution to this equation, a battle. Jack knew he would win, he was confident both in the way he spoke and held himself, he also knew that it wouldn’t be easy, Phoenix had trained under and with him for a while now. Jack had seen Phoenix grow yet there was still a lot that Phoenix did not know. Stuff that you only gained after years and years of practise, stuff Jack only taught after years of practise. It’s fine to learn everything in the dojo or with a training partner, it’s also fine to be able to copy a fighting style. However until you’ve lived by it and studied not only it’s moves but it’s way of life, it’s lifestyle you can never truly use it’s techniques to their full efficiency. It was time to school Phoenix, he had done it in the past but never had Jack gone completely all out on Phoenix.

“That’s a bit of a stupid question.”

“Heh”

As Phoenix took up a defensive stance Jack shook his head, no this isn’t how it was going to be. Today Phoenix would be the first to attack, it was about time the boy worked on his offense. As sometime in the near future his attacking skills will be called upon and when they are he will find himself in a position when going on the offensive first is no longer an option but the only option. Thus he must train and be adept to attacking first and initiating combat. Apart of this is the skill of being about to deal with counters second. Instead of always counteracting your opponent and then switching to the offensive.

“No... Phoenix today... the honour goes with you to start this fight”

Jack would place his fight palm a few inches in front of his face so the back of his hand was facing Phoenix. Slowly he would come into a low solid squat, the whole time his back was perfectly straight as if he were a spear shaft. All his weight would be transferred to the balls of his feet, thus his body was slightly rocked forward, while his left hand was placed palm first, firmly on the ground. The stance was keeping all the tension on his large thighs as they began to shake, his core firing up to keep himself balance, the tension grew like a spring coiling. This was known as the frog stance in Neo Samuri something Jack had never shown Phoenix. The purpose of this stance was much like that of a swimmers or a sprinters at the starting blocks, it enabled them to generate a huge amount of explosive energy that they then used to move forward. While this wasn’t good for sprinting or particularly good for swimming it was a mixture of both stances. In Swimming one didn’t need to run so a start where two feet are together is fine. In a sprint it was the completely opposite, so the frog stance took both aspects, tow feel in the same horizontal leg yet some distance apart. When it came to power explosive power, the squat is what generates it. This position utilizes the squat.