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If there's a riot; ATTN: Jeremy, Jhael, Dove, Agustin
Topic Started: Friday, 6. June 2014, 19:04 (4,025 Views)
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Agustin fell to the ground behind him, a defeated child-like melancholy to his sudden demeanor. What bad luck, eh? He was really starting to think that maybe he was just a shitty brawler, like, naturally. But he'd proven himself before! This foppish Ventrue couldn't be that difficult an opponent... right?

So, with renewed confusion and contradicting determination Agustin readied himself to spring back into action. His hands reached for the ground beneath his shoulders, grass tickling and rocks piercing his exposed torso, and he lifted his legs up into the air. With enough momentum, he should be able to do that one thing they do in martial arts movies all the damn time.

WTF


And so Agu just kicked the air wildly without being able to get off the ground for a second or two. Totally just flailing from lack of expertise. He gave up quickly and just rolled over to push himself up off the mud and grass like normal. Took a second longer and wasn't nearly as flashy. Not impressive at all...

This time, if Jeremy allowed him the seconds, Agustin would stand back up. Then he would wait for the Ventrue's move, staying on the defense this time.
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Jeremy Starling
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The Ventrue looked at the Malkavian. What was that? An unsuccessful try to get up swiftly?
Jeremy didn´t do anything as long as Agustin was still on the ground. That would be really unfair to kick him then. If it was a mugger, then Jeremy might do that, but not now.

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But as soon the Malkavian was standing again Jeremy jumped towards him and tried to hit him with his fist. He felt really good and sensed that this would surely be a successful hit. And he would get points for gracefulness as well if anybody gave points for that.
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The shock of landing a solid kick may just have been the start of Dove's downfall. Astonished at his luck (or possible judgement), the shock of planting his toe solidly into anyone - vampire, lady, vampire lady or all three - caused him to stop dead in horror at what he'd just done. A mistake he'd learn from in future.

Ms. Harris shot out an arm and grabbed his ankle faster than he could react, the few seconds he had were filled with frantic plans of fleeing. She had his ankle, she could mess up his knee or someth- AH FUCK! That helped, the twisting of his ankle at an angle that said 'get down, or it's going to snap' cut down his options to two. Dove accepted the first, taking a face-first dive into the grass in favour of keeping his ankle intact.

"Vuuff!" Thankfully they'd been on grass, had it been concrete something would have snapped, he was sure. Even the dive into turf drove the wind out of him and left him stunned. From his prone position, he was vaguely aware of Mr. Starling and Layo doing some kind of effortlessly graceful floor based martial arts. That, or they all really needed this practice badly.

We don't have to wait till the morning, the Sun will never go down. And we will be this way forever.
Dove stuff!


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An attempt at a side-step failed utterly, just barely mitigating the force of the Ventrue's suddenly graceful lunge forward. Jeremy's fist met Agustin's chest with all the strength of the move intact, pushing what little air was in that side of the Malkavian's lungs out his mouth with an *oomph*. A quiet grunt of pain, was what it was. Agustin grimaced as his body reacted to the transfer of energy. He stumbled backward slightly, but kept himself upright. There was time before for Agustin's opponent to land blows while he was on the ground, but he didn't take the opportunity. A sense of fair play sometimes decided a battle. But not usually on the side of those you'd consider honourable...

Bullet time? Totally.

Inner monologue...

'Is this really the blow that ends my streak? Some foppish twat of a foe's lucky strike? I've never lost a fight, even if I never really got into a serious scrap so far. All just fun and games. Boys will be boys. The few times anyone actually ever got close to humbling me was as a child, bullies years ahead and twice my size. And even then, I didn't just let them have their way. This may be sparring, but I won't give up on account of lack of skill. There will be no yield. Had I any training, this would be no contest. I am a fighter. If only I was the protagonist in this story. But fuckin' newp.'

Another unfortunate roll...


'This mustn't register on an emotional level. First, grasp target by his forward arm. Pull him down. Continue momentum with headbutt. Discombobulate. Grin like an idiot. Reel backward from the pain of Pyrrhic maneuver. Block wild kick or punch. Heel kick to nutsack... In summary; I don't fucking know, I ain't a doctor. A bloody forehead, maybe? Bruised groin would be funny as hell.'

And so Agustin lurched forward to grab Jeremy, wherein he would attempt the poorly thought out series of attacks and whatnot. Especially the heel-kick... barring some more good luck on the Ventrue's defense this time.
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SMACKSMACKSMACK! The park grew lively with the sound of bitch slapping and grunting. On his back, he could do little to escape the flurry besides to squeeze his eyes shut to protect them and turn his face away until he felt that shift of weight that allowed him to roll out from under her. He sprung to his feet with a harsh gasp of cold night air, face red and singing from numerous solid slaps and backhands.

Jhael staggered back, head spinning from such a quick shift from prone to standing after all those blows. A breeze swept through, cooling sweat on his heated skin while branches shuddered in their black tangle above. Tasting a bit of copper on his tongue, he swiped his hand over his lip to wipe a small cut. Invigorating!

The ghoul felt the blood pulse through his system, heartbeat slamming with the urge to gogogo. MORE, that caged little beast demanded. Elated at this opportunity to fight them, he allowed it to keep flowing, to rise to his skin until he felt that subtle thrum of energy.

[CELERITY]

Dove was down with Clarice moving over him. Beyond, the other two tempted him with their own distracted boxing. Jhael didn't want to win. He just wanted to hit everything. Closing distance to his first target with a quick advance, he dropped his boot to the side of the skingirl's skull. An undead bitch is too tough to be taken down with a kick, but that should at least distract a little to leave an opening for Dove while he lunged for the back of Target Number Two.

Will he ever get a chance to punch such an Important Person again? Who knows, which is why he couldn't resist throwing his fist to the back of Mr. Starling, the Ventrue Primogen's head.
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That willow was pretty green... It seemed green at least, hard to say in the dark. That's how much Clarice learned lying on her back, Chris didn't let her catch more than a short glimpse. There was a very peculiar bird that fell prey to his claws. A thumping sound accompanied the successful grab, he glanced quickly, with satisfaction growing deep inside. Clarice in turn didn't let him enjoy for too long, she wanted to see where the pale boy was gone and that was probably her biggest mistake. A dark shape blinked around the corner of her eye and...a sound worse than a thunder struck her in the ear, dazing her briefly. It didn't seem her skull was damaged, merely the ear covered with scratches and dirt

A second later Clarice turned her head about just to see Jhael darting at a figure that looked somewhat similar to Jeremy. Her consolation prize was fleeing, effectively getting out of her range, that was unacceptable
Hey bitch where you going?!
Without thinking much she tried to get up and chase the boy, with Chris holding firm grip over Dove's ankle. Dragging him along was slowing her down to sluggish speed, yet neither personae wanted to give up on their prey
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His view of the fighting vampires was disrupted as someone else entered the fray and took a brutal swing at Mr. Starling. Dove blinked, and the blurry figure solidified into a familiar form.

"...Jhael?" Had he hit his head, was he seeing things? Jhael couldn't be so fast. Dove reached out to the American who might be his saviour just as his world was spun 180 degrees by serving as Ms. Harris' anchor. Hauled backwards on his front, a protruding root hurt like a bitch as it dug into his thigh and then scraped over his ribs. Fingers that had been stretched out to Jhael caught a dubious grip of the tree they fought under and held on. Did he just get called a bitch? Dove's shoulder burned in protest at the sudden stop, but the ghoul held fast. Depending on Ms. Harris' grip he might lose a shoe or his pants, or even his arm if the vampire he just so elegantly kicked in the guts decided he just didn't need it any more.

We don't have to wait till the morning, the Sun will never go down. And we will be this way forever.
Dove stuff!


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Leo understood less and less, what there was going on, it must be some weird training, but meanwhile, he even thought about, if they were rehearsing a sketch for a theater or whatever.

Leaning against the tree and watching, just trying to figure out, what he was watching there as suddenly Bunny mutated into killerrabbit. The Gangrel raised a brow, when he noticed the speed of the ghoul... good to know indeed.
Another question was, where did a Ventrue ghoul get Celerity? Anyway, just keeping it in mind, would be enough, maybe it would be useful one night.

Memories of old times came back to Leo, his very first fight against shovelheads... he was barely ready for it, not much more, than these guys overthere and if Rob hadn't protected him all the way, he would have died and how many times Rob prevented him from frenzy and shit...
A deep sigh fled his throat... what has happened to the both? His sire doublecrossed him, the one he trusted the most. And after the information the Prince provided him, he didn't know anymore, what to believe at all...

His eyes catched the shadowboxing under the willow again and a faint smile with a bitter touch flickered over Leo's features. Hopefully these guys would learn to fight, before needing it to survive...
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That seemed to be quite a perfect punch...not that Jeremy had enough experience to judge that, but he was very satisfied anyway. But it might not last for long that it was going so well. He should watch out. Agustin didn´t seem to be very pleased about being fully hit, he might get frustrated and seek revenge.

Dodge


And there it came, the counter attack. It was a very good one, difficult to defend against, but Jeremy managed to avoid the worst by being very quick. The Malkavian didn´t manage to grab him, but Jeremy felt a kick, but his leg was hit only a bit, most of the force of the kick was wasted, because Jeremy was already out of reach. He could be content with that - and he was, and smiled.

Attack


He tried another attack...but this time not successfully. Jeremy already noticed while he was trying to kick that he had misjudged the distance.
While he was waiting for Agustin´s next attack, he suddenly felt a blow on his head. Thanks to his Fortitude it didn´t hurt much, but he hadn´t expected to be attacked from behind.

"Hey, who is...?" he cried out and turned around, to see who had attacked him...and was very surprised to see that it was Jhael.
What now? First Jeremy turned half back into the direction where Agustin was, so that Jeremy could see if he was trying to attack again. If Jeremy attacked Jhael now, then Agustin might hit him from behind. They wouldn´t now both turn against him, would they? Jeremy couldn´t decide what to do, so he simply stood there, trying to watch both Jhael and Agustin what they would do next.
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That lovely Irish song was still playing in Agustin's head when his initial move missed. Is there an auditory version of Eidetic Memory? Prolly. If there is, this Malkavian may have a minor case of that talent. Which is awesome. Just, music playback whenever. Or it could be some wonderfully friendly corner of the Network putting on some mood music, as per unspoken request. Ah, sometimes it's good to be a Malk!

Had he started burning blood yet, he didn't remember. But he was doing so now. Cuz this shit was just embarrassing, so far. A bit of blood added some balance and quickness to his movements. But not much more than natural. Since Jeremy managed to dodge Agustin's grab, there was no subsequent kick. After all, how could he follow through the attack plan if the first maneuver failed? What the Ventrue might have felt was Agustin's fists missing their actual target and hitting his leg instead.

Then came Jhael! A useful distraction, to say the least. Jeremy seemed confused now, his attention divided. Agustin took the moment for what it was and launched a roundhouse kick at his target's head. Like, an attempt from memory. Tubez lessons!

Roundhouse...


He missed. For fuck's sake!? No mercy! Second attempt... Agustin took the moment of his failure, and hoping Jeremy didn't take advantage, spun around once and kicked off into the air for another roundhouse!

Rapid fire!

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That was unbelievable...now another one was trying to attack his head? But missed.
Jeremy used a bit of blood to boost his natural dexterity (that was quite high anyway) a bit and didn´t hit back yet. But he saw the Malkavian starting another attack at Jeremy´s head, so the Ventrue tried to dodge that.
But even so, Jeremy was hit this time, Agustin managed to kick Jeremy´s head, and it hurt a bit more now, but not that much that he would cry out in pain. And at least he had managed not to keep his balance instead of falling down on the ground. But he was angry, because he didn´t like it at all that his head had been targeted and hit...even repeatedly. It felt humiliating.

Dodge


"Don´t target my head again, or I stop with this whole thing here!" Jeremy shouted out, sounding angry, and he also meant Jhael with this.

Jeremy tried to hit back with his fist, not caring where excactly he hit the Malkavian. But it seemed that Jeremy was too enraged to concentrate properly, it was a bit of a poor effort.

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Hah!

Knuckles hurt. They had light padding from his fingerless gym gloves, but that was still a hard Ventrue skull. Good hurt, though, and he wanted more of it. Each successful strike a cathartic release and right now he didn't care who they were as individuals. Undead punching bags. They can get pissed, he don't mind.

Hey bitch where you going?!

Jhael laughed, pure joy because the look on Jeremy's face when he surprised him with that tap was hilarious. It's been too long since he got to compete in a tournament. Even though this isn't fencing and he isn't even that good at this kind of brawl, he was still on his feet with two punched and one to go. Feeling pretty damn proud of himself for that, he drove his boot into the small of Jeremy's back.

Kick Jeremy!


Why? Because he can right now and because the Primogen turned his back to him after telling him he can't try to hit his head in a fight. He'll obey, but god damn it that is not fair when he's already at a disadvantage for being alive! Maybe it's the rebel rock blasting out the old boombox, maybe it's a full moon, but sometimes a person is pushed to just fuck it all.

Accelerated and exhilarated, he sidestepped to dart around the Ventrue and aim a low sweep kick to the back of Agustin's knees before the vengeance of the others had a chance to stop him.

Kick Agustin!
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God fucking damn it. Seriously? Agustin's kick had landed, and apparently upset the stuffy fucker. Once both feet were back on the ground, the Malkavian stared at Primogen ' my head off-limits'. Expression conveying utter WTF. Even confused, Agustin managed to gain his balance and step back just in time to not get hit again by Jeremy's angry swing.

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"You think someone's gonna give you that courtesy in a real brawl, Jerry? Maybe ya should'a brought a fuckin' helmet?" He teased, cuz that's what friends do. And Vampire friends can be just a tad more vicious, eh? And in that moment of distraction, Jhael got a hit in on Agustin. Sweep the leg! Ouch.

Counter-


Agustin swung back behind him at the Ghoul, clumsily, in retaliation. But apparently Jhael's kick hit hard enough to stumble the Malkavian, and it felt like the backward heymaker missed. Too bad. Still kinda fun, but it was frustrating to be so bad at this little game.
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"Interesting, isn't it ?"

The bulky figure had appeared next to Leo rather suddenly and looked at him questioningly before settling his eyes back at the spectacle in the distance. He kept his hands in the trousers of the dirty and spotty coat he was wearing. The legs of his trousers had blood stains on them and the shoes were worn out and old.

It was a nice spectacle for him, it looked at least a bit more playful than a rigid scheduled exercise... More fun, so to speak. But it was not of much interest. The rest of the audience was at this point. He hadn't seen this guy around, although that didn't mean much, but he guessed they wouldn't stay unintroduced for long. After he had seen how he would take his appearance, that was.
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What the hell! Leo started, as suddenly someone appeared at his side and spoke to him.
Before thinking anything, his combat-reflexes worked and his left hand grabbed the guys throat, using the weight of his opponent to pull himself towards the stranger and turning in the movement, to slam the guy with his back against the trunk, where Leo still leaned some seconds before.

Now the eyes of the beast gave his eyes the typical red glow and he hissed with visible fangs Who the fuck are you?
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The other man was quick, he had to give him that. He had not expected that, but it was good that this had been cleared now. With the strangers hand at his throat he found his back against the tree and the stranger in his face with glowing eyes and fangs. So he had not been mistaken but then, what mortal would extensively watch kindred practice and not start getting unsettled ?

His hand snapped forwards and closed around the thumb of the hand that would be choking him if he would still need to breathe, twisting the thumb and thus the hand so he could get out of the choke-hold. As soon as he was free, he hit Leo with the other, open hand, shoving him out of his face.

"I'm Jean. You are ?"
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Leo stumbled back, as the other freed himself and pushed him away. His glowing gaze captured the form and the worn out outfit of the stranger.
Obviously, he didn't intend to attack anymore, but Leo still was tense.

Leo... Fleming, Clan Gangrel

His deep voice sounded more like an angry growl, how could this guy surprise him, like a bloody beginner? Was the city even taking his senses down?

Still his eyes were glowing to see the guy, he had forgotten the others under the willow in this Moment.
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"Well met, Mr Fleming of Clan Gangrel."

Jean returned his hands to his pockets. Well, admittedky, a Gangrel in Sutton wasn't that extraordinary. Leo still seemed to be on edge, well, he didn't judge him for it after the way they had just met. He nodded over to the group of people sparring.

"Would anyone of them happen to be a friend of yours ?"
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Leo blinked several times, the glow of his eyes expired and he relaxed again. He took two steps closer to "John" and looked over to the other group, did they notice the event close to them, while they played around?

Kind of a mirthless chuckle in the dark No friends of mine, no... just know the pale one, he's the Princes ghoul

Leaning against the tree again, the arms crossed over his chest, watching the group for some seconds, than his gaze went back to the stranger.

You didn't tell me your clan, John... The Gangrels voice was back to the usual dark tone. If he should take a guess on John, he would say Nosferatu, but well, you never know.
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"I see. You happened on this scene by accident, I take it ?"

He didn't move his head but his eyes shifted into Leos direction. He kept the relaxed pose though, as he listened out for... something ?

"I'm Malkavian."

he was curious how the other man would react to that. There were, after all, as many stereotypes and preoccupations about his kind as there were about his. But then, he was a kid, most likely anyway...
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