Post by Amare Mori on Jul 3, 2011 18:34:31 GMT -5
(CTP training thread. Fullbringers only! NDE.)
Oh hey! The school! How awesome! Some nostalgic memories and all that. Old classes. Old teachers. Old bullies getting the crap beaten out of them..... wait what? Amare had been passing through his old school grounds and saw two college students harassing a teenage girl. Naturally, Amare went about being Amare, and went to step between them, and stop the bullying. He'd pointed out how uncool it was to bully a defenseless girl, let alone his destined true love! (The girl had commenced the backing away from Amare at that point). Naturally, the two started making remarks about Amare's behavior, at which point, the overchivalric youth decided that violence was in order.
Amare had slid on his silk fighting gloves. Numerous stitches covered them, and the once white fabric had taken on a dark scarlet hue from the constant fights Amare had engaged in wearing them. Fortunately, it was summer, so no teachers were around. Before the two realized what Amare was doing, Amare had struck one of them in the face with a right straight. The man stumbled back, falling on his ass, as the other struck at Amare with a wide haymaker. Amare stepped in, blocking the blow, and spinning into O Goshi-- a hip throw, slamming his opponent to the ground.
Behind him, the other man had gotten up and slammed his fist into Amare's back, causing him to stumble. However, Amare suddenly threw an elbow back, breaking his nose, and slamming him with repeated hooks to the head, knocking the man to the ground. The man he'd thrown, however staggered up and tackled Amare from behind, knocking Amare to the ground. He attempted to slam his fists off the back of Amare's head, but Amare turned into him, and was only struck once, causing his forehead to split open. Using the man's jacket to his advantage, Amare grabbed it and proceeded to use a Gi choke. His opponent flailed furiously, striking Amare two more times, but Amare held the choke until his opponent fell over.
Amare got to his feet, dusting off his jacket. Thankfully he hadn't been wearing his good shirt! That would be terrible to get this dirt and blood all over him.... ew! Blood! Amare suddenly jumped as he realized he was bleeding. "Ugh.... how barbaric is this..." He muttered, grabbing one of the unconscious bully's jackets and pulling it off to wipe his forehead. It was a shallow cut and stopped bleeding shortly after, but he was still bleeding! How horrid! He was so obsessed with the cut he had received that he failed to hear someone else approaching.
Oh hey! The school! How awesome! Some nostalgic memories and all that. Old classes. Old teachers. Old bullies getting the crap beaten out of them..... wait what? Amare had been passing through his old school grounds and saw two college students harassing a teenage girl. Naturally, Amare went about being Amare, and went to step between them, and stop the bullying. He'd pointed out how uncool it was to bully a defenseless girl, let alone his destined true love! (The girl had commenced the backing away from Amare at that point). Naturally, the two started making remarks about Amare's behavior, at which point, the overchivalric youth decided that violence was in order.
Amare had slid on his silk fighting gloves. Numerous stitches covered them, and the once white fabric had taken on a dark scarlet hue from the constant fights Amare had engaged in wearing them. Fortunately, it was summer, so no teachers were around. Before the two realized what Amare was doing, Amare had struck one of them in the face with a right straight. The man stumbled back, falling on his ass, as the other struck at Amare with a wide haymaker. Amare stepped in, blocking the blow, and spinning into O Goshi-- a hip throw, slamming his opponent to the ground.
Behind him, the other man had gotten up and slammed his fist into Amare's back, causing him to stumble. However, Amare suddenly threw an elbow back, breaking his nose, and slamming him with repeated hooks to the head, knocking the man to the ground. The man he'd thrown, however staggered up and tackled Amare from behind, knocking Amare to the ground. He attempted to slam his fists off the back of Amare's head, but Amare turned into him, and was only struck once, causing his forehead to split open. Using the man's jacket to his advantage, Amare grabbed it and proceeded to use a Gi choke. His opponent flailed furiously, striking Amare two more times, but Amare held the choke until his opponent fell over.
Amare got to his feet, dusting off his jacket. Thankfully he hadn't been wearing his good shirt! That would be terrible to get this dirt and blood all over him.... ew! Blood! Amare suddenly jumped as he realized he was bleeding. "Ugh.... how barbaric is this..." He muttered, grabbing one of the unconscious bully's jackets and pulling it off to wipe his forehead. It was a shallow cut and stopped bleeding shortly after, but he was still bleeding! How horrid! He was so obsessed with the cut he had received that he failed to hear someone else approaching.