Turtle Power [Raph]

Hellish day was an understatement of the year; fight, fights, fights was all this schools seemed to truly understand. How it both vexed and excited him, certainly the prospect of constant battles made his moral compass irk but the thrill of combat made his blood run with excitement. Mascarading down the hallways towards the lower levels to leave school for the afternoon Raphael was sufficiently done with the day, he'd been in a few fights, met some people, and of course been made of out to be a wuss on more than one occasion. Luckily he had some scars and a look that would send most running,one small bit of luck as it may be.

Content with leaving his luck would inevitably take a spiral downwards as a panicked looking boy came down like a crescendo through the stairwell and plummeting into him forcing Raphael to grapple back. No he'd been implanted in the ground one too many times today. This time around he tapped backwards nimbly (not so nimbly) on his rear toe looking fairly awkward, his arms raking the sky in bird like patterns attempting to grasp out at the air for a solid grip. Before long he'd manage to hold his pose and regain balance all the same he was still standing there like a satirical stone statue.

"Ya gotta help me man! There's a crazy bitch up there looking to wail on everyone in sight."

His manic expression gave Raph a new sense of duty. Whether his words were truth or not was a mute point as Raph was a soldier for justice and hadn't the time to consider implications of a victim. His stern scowl of a face turned an upwards slanted smile excited. Having his ass beat on repetition today, the chance of a fight to any normal person would send them reeling in reverse but for Raph he'd would so blindly charge into battle.

His footing recovered and courage mustered he'd ascend into battle making quick to the next floor. "Heathen!" He'd voice only loud enough to reverberate against the confines of his own head. Raph's mouth however having some trouble in operating. Up on the opened hallways with the scatteredbodies he'd find amongst them the only one left standing, a tall red head scouring the lot of em. Suffice to say he was a little caught off guard, all the preemptive work in his head still there just a little muddled.

"One verses.... one, two, three..." Raphael would state loudly enough to resound the echoes still against the walls. "I like the commitment, however I don't think I agree with the form." He would voice self-righteously assuming she was the one to start it, the one to pick on the poor weaklings.

Handsy?

Raphael despite how smart he was he did have some very dim moments. His eyes dashing downwards for a moment neglecting the fact that she was walking upwards to him and took an instant rather to examine his hands like there was something up with them that she was making note of before it hit him. Looking back upwards she was much closer now than she'd initially been and with the way his gaze cast upright he was a tad bit... less than honorable in the way he perveyed her.

Hyyynnngggg

Raph would stumble backwards a step seemingly staying relative to his previous lack of stature he'd wrestled with all day thus far, bringing his hands upright and shaking them fervently in front of him narrowly between them as if to shake the notion of this handsy business away from the air. If she however stepped forward he couldn't be held accountable for the handsy nature to unfold because he was innocently trying to distance himself from such a mistake albeit fairly poorly and without much self observance.

"No! I-I wouldn't do that, I uh!" His voice managing to reach a much higher pitch than what it normally would have ever been capable of.

If she hadn't broken that barrier however he'd manage to recover from his shame managing to muster together a straight face albeit fairly rouge in color. A deep breath to remedy the heat between his ears Raphael would smirk innocently enough transpiring from his normally scary guy resolve to that of ignorance.

"A fight? Yea, with rules and all." Raph would quickly take heed of her words, initially presuming her to be the person to initiate this bloody resolve may have been true, but they knew what they were getting themselves into before the fact and worse yet she'd been the victim. Shaking his head he felt a bit more foolish still getting a hold of himself and trying to center to the fighting mindset. "Yeah sure, we could do that, but maybe a different local this ones a bit...littered." Raphael would state innocently enough, he'd been quick to observe that the numerous bodies plagued the roof and gave him limited advantages against a foe whether she be on level field or worse yet stronger.

"Perhaps on the lower level? I'm Raph by the way." He'd offer up a hand to shake coolly, and hopefully not too sweaty from the heated encounter.

Khmmmm

Raphael quickly cleared his throat taking her hand with care not to grip too hard, as it would seem things were unraveling a fair bit more civil than he'd initially expected. Running that corner initially he half expected to get clocked without getting a word out, that was the nature of a violent school like this he'd tred them before. Now however wasn't the time for nostalgia he had to recover his mindset, calm his rouge features and focus on winning.

"No wet t-shirt contests or nothin, alright? We both know I'd lose that one anyway."

Fisssssss, it was like he could feel legitimate steam seeping off his body. Was she flirting with him? He'd been a stranger to flirtation, most people just tucked tail and didn't associate with him and to be honest he was rather oblivious to those sorts of advances. She could have just been pointing out the fact that drowning as a legitimate strategy was wrong... yea that!

"Well I wouldn't sell you short, not like Im packing any chest can-" Flushed again, once under control just as quickly lost in tucking his head down further in shame turning to avoid eye contact with her and proceed on further ahead not letting his face show. "What I mean is.... ugh..."

Khmmmmmm

Clearing his throat notably again to shun away the high pitch of his voice to allow for it to return to its normal husky gruff. "Nevermind, just uh yeah you're pretty."

YOU'RE PRETTY?!?! AHHHHHHH!!!!!

An internal battle waging inside his head as the "suave smooth" version of Raphael bashed in the poor doe eyed child with a chair. 'Blasted moron you don't just come out and say that you have to be reserved and cool!' Clang, Crash, Bang. Welts emerging from the poor child's head as he yelped out. 'Remember this is your enemy!'

Right.. Focus. Posture redefined as he made it to the base level and out the stairs walking slowly into the shallow end of the parking lot. For the most part it was clearing out, small spliffs of traffic here and there but for the most part fairly mellow. All the students were too quick to jostle out of the lot rather than dawdle in the shallow end.

"Anyway... ladies first."

Raphael would calmly position himself back, taking three wide steps back before widening his stance being easily twice the distance that he made before them. His stature was wide with both hands outright, open palmed his left leading out before his face whilst the back rested by his face ready to respond offensively.

Still here with the flirting, his composure garnered for the most part Raphael was unphased for the most part but her stature did make her look rather dashing. Enough of that train of though lest he be caught off guard, a warrior needed to maintain his instincts and preside not solely in one realm or the other be it mind or body.

"I thought we discussed not going for the boob gropes, that's for after the fight cutie."

Huh?!

Shock and aww as she struck outwards, far be it from him to recover so quickly. Despite his "indomitable" mindset he was ultimately caught off guard Sarah's body lunging forward to close the distance and Raph's mind instantly regretting not putting another body's distance between them to compensate for sneaky tactics. He had only one reaction to rely on, retreat. As it just so happened he wasn't planning to counter in terms of grappling, they already discussed the notion of boob gropingand how it was out of the question. To Raphael a feat of grappling with her would only result in him getting tangled up with more of a handful than he may be ready for.

Juking backwards he couldn't quite make up for the lack of speed by dodging there was only re-positioning in small increments to make up for that by taking a quick hop back that'd appear something like an uncoordinated stumble. His right shoulder dropping in reverse peeling with it his right hand. His left arm in turn would dip mere centimeters essentially tapping her thrusting forearm at him, the attack would assuming it carried its primary trajectory careen past his face where his right hand had been formally. As for her follow up, there needn't be any altercation as his left arm now poised to take the impact of the blow.

A momentary assessment of her skills with the hit sending volts up his arm and to his receptors. She was strong, a good deal more than him, not to mention fast. That meant he needed to make his motions precise, keep his defenses in tight to keep her from taking advantage of these inconsistencies. As for an offensive to mount, well that was a work in progress.

Using the momentum of her strike to his arm Raphael would pivot his heels to his left choosing to fire a left kick at her flank just beneath her thigh. The impact, should it make contact without repercussion would normally give someone a dead leg. No serious damage but it would temporarily impair them with some serious limpage giving Raphael time to formulate a plan. If all worked out he'd retreat holding the same defensive pose but motioning backwards in calm skips edging himself to a car at his back.

If however she'd respond he'd have to do something a bit more colorful.

Color Raphael impressed, she was quick to react as well, that was a minor oversight he'd definitely have to pay for later though the given strike to his knee would do less than intended as his kick wasn't a full extension and did more to lock his knee to full extension and force his awkward backwards reel to be a little bit more awkward by nature. Given her stature and how she fought with the first exchange he could more or less calculate the variety of fighter she was. Akin to him in a great many aspects; calculated, adaptive. Both very scary qualities, however she was more of a hit and observe type character, something he felt comfortable working with as experience didn't seem to be her strong point. Knowledgeable as far as counters go and nothing to snuff at but not overly aggressive to the point of permanent damage. That could have just the same been a play as he began considering how she'd opened up with the flirtatious strategy. Best to keep his guard up just the same and not make any hasty judgement decisions.

With her back in a defensive position it bought him time. His stature turning a bit lax to preside over an almost taunting facade, it wasn't that he wasn't already sore from her strikes, she hit harder than any foe he'd faced thus far but he couldn't very well go showing that.

"You got all the raw material Sarah, but lemme show you something more."

He'd reach back with his right arm, elbow going through the glass of the mini-van behind him and with a raking reach he'd peel the door off it's hinges. He'd expected her to strike prior, not this instance, a little verbal exchange for her to consider buying him a bit of time hopefully as he'd gotten the door into position. In the same winding strike he'd cleave the door width ways across her torso. The body of the door gave him a wider strike and prevented him from taking unnecessary damage, however it was also a slower strike, the width made her an easier target however hoping that would reduce her likelihood of dodging.

[ooc: Sorry for being slow got busy in a quick way. ughhh
Also just a few things with this post mostly my fault for not detailing the direction swung or angle of the door so interpreting it based off your initial reaction. I'll Asterisk the portion or bold it for clarity sake. Any concerns as to how I'm taking it PM me and I'll either describe or change it.]


*Raphael's motion would have been fairly encumbered based on the doors weight, but not too much once the hinges gave way. His elbow having busted the window would have given him initial leverage to get the door open whilst his left would have to bear the initial weight from within the inner door's handle. In order to strike her right side presuming of course she had been facing him during the motion he'd be required to pivot his body a full three-sixty to swing at her right side increasing the force of the door striking her palm at full wind-up something that a single hand wouldn't necessarily be able to block with its full width. However she'd grasp it at the edge meaning it's weight and the full pivot would bring it at an angle closing the"window of attack" to a smaller crease.

Though this wouldn't likely deter a fighter with a force like hers, the narrow window now pivoted would still be eligible for breach and seeing her follow through full extension Raphael would take a fist to his face, unable to dodge but he did succeed in pivoting his face an inch or so her knuckles wrapping full force onto his cheekbone right beneath the eye, his damned good eye that was. *

Kerpow.

The careening force would result in him staggering backwards and foot and with the pressure on the door's side it'd pull the door upwards. Despite Sarah's speed it was unlikely that she'd be able to recoil given the timing of the attack. If she had recoiled giving a quick sucker punch Raphael wouldn't be too hindered by the blow and thus be able to fend off the strike dipping his own shoulder into the door and tilting not enough to compete with her strength of course but doing enough so to shirk her off to the front of the car and deviating his body out of the way of the vehicle. From the position he'd manage to fray the door into the car's empty door hinge and dip behind the shield once further.

From this position he couldn't very well utilize the shield to its utmost much less try to stall much further he'd need to clear an opportunity to attack choice which wasn't optimum given her many advantages and his lack thereof. Raphael would aim a strong heeled kick to the base of the door resulting in its strong metal hide freeing up enough to descend into her shins. Yeah that's right be'd go for weak spots, he knew he'd need to slow her down if he were to stand a chance and that required him to take her height out of the equation. During this strike his hands would be up guarding his face from a retaliation as the top of the shield would inherently be brought down towards him making it quite vulnerable.

However if she didn't free up her hand from the gilded position she'd entrapped herself in Raphael would take full force of the impact staggering back and being unable to broach with her charging strike being flung back only able to leap up and get pinned within the vehicle and smashing his tail bone against the car's stick shift. That's an uncomfortable feeling, a stick up your but, now he'd gotten the jest.

From within the realm of the van he wasn't in any position to counter attack but he was for all accounts safe behind some thick steel and a glass window where he could make calculated observations. At this point she'd be on the outside of the door, unable to make a direct assault aside from through the window or after busting down the door either would have limited implications to his feature. Whilst Raphael needed to optimize quickly lurching back he'd roll into the passengers seat with a punch he'd break free something from beneath the passengers side and stuff it under the front of his shirt, with a flick of his wrist he'd start up the car, moron had left the keys in the ignition. Flaying back he'd emerge out the passenger's door side before the van speed forward alarms blaring at all as it'd set off the lot. Once further our hero emerged victorious standing full frame in a towering stance with hands on his hips chest puffed out.

"Nice punch, how bout right here?" He'd challenge her puffing his chest out eagerly gloating.