Not Even In The Door (Open)

The attack to his knee was visible, so Mark used the force of his knee strike to turn himself so the kick caught him in the back of the knee turning Mark more as he simply fell to a knee. Using the drop to shoot out his now right fist since it was facing Austin to slam into the thigh just above Austin's knee full knuckle.

Mark had nothing against the guy in truth, this was simply about everything else wrong with the school. Gangs, over violence... It was tolerable and controllable. The issue was the rate at which it seemed to be growing. Mark didn't know why or how, but more and more school gangs were popping up, more and more street thugs thrashing each other over spilled milk. Mark enjoyed a good fight, but even he had his limits.

Knuckle's kick had not landed as he hoped, but it at still connected at least and Mark had dropped down to a knee. However it seemed had had a purpose for what he did, because Austin felt his opponent's fist collide with the.meat of his leg, just above his knee. The force behind it was enough to send a numbing pain shooting through his leg.

It had also caused him to turn toward his right side in reaction to the strike. While he had been charlie horsed, and was sure that he was going to have a huge bruise, Austin would use the rotation to his advantage. Keeping his toes planted he would continue twisting right, as he swung his right arm around, aimed low.

With luck his reactionary spinning back fist would drive the back of his hand and those knuckles into the side of Mark's head around his ear/temple area. The majority of his back would be facing the male, so what he planned next was to gingerly place his right leg forward and down, as Austin would bend forward and mule kick backwards with his left leg in hopes for catch Mark in the solarplex.

(Ooc: On assumption he never let go of the leg. Correct me if I'm wrong.)

The young outlaw felt the sting from his hand being swatted away, but his left mule kick had landed solidly. However it had not had the effect that he had hoped for, but it had been a small victory thus far in his mind. Austin would not be able to celebrate though as the School Captain grabbed his leg and up and over he went.

Oooh Shii-

Austin only had a chance to curl his back and tuck his chin before he felt his body slammed into the walkway. All the air was exhaled from his lungs, and he struggled to take in more. Knuckles was definitely in pain. His nerves shooting it up throughout his whole back. He had managed to keep his head from contacting with the pavement at least upon contact.

The pain he was feeling right now was incredible, unlike any thing he had felt before. His vision was hazy, his body rocked from the slam, but there was still some crazy part of him that wasn't going to let him give up. The will to keep going was strong, even though his body was failing. 

Instincts would kick in and Austin's right leg would lash out toward Mark's groin from his position on the ground. The injured outlaw wasn't looking to play fair at this point. His heel looked to drive as hard as he could muster into Mark's dangly bits. If it landed, he imagined the School Captain would bend over at least a bit, and he would barely pull his foot away before he lifted up to try and kick his face.

If anything, Mark was going to remember him.

M-mother.. Fu- Gaaa

Austin was seething in pain still as he laid upon the ground, he was glad as hell that he managed kick the School Captain away and free his leg. Still, this time he didn't feel like celebrating. His groans of pain were coming out more.like angry growls as he watched Mark come at him again. This time sliding and stopping with his back to Austin.

Straining his system, Austin would not hesitate. In his world hesitation could often get one killed. No matter what, Austin's drive for self-preservation would make him move. Swearing under his breath, Knuckles would roll to his left, swinging his legs out wider so that he landed.on his knees, and then without thinking just launched himself forward. 

If his timing was correct, he would managed to roll and tackle low as Mark's legs would have been coming down to stomp on him. Austin would thrust through and more then likely his opponent's top half would be forced mid-air to swing his upper half down into the ground as Austin hit the ground on his shoulder and skidded, groaning in pain on the ground once again.

Austin heard the words Mark spoke, but wouldn't answer him right away. Instead he would pick himself up off the ground slowly, standing upon shaky legs. The second-try freshman would steady himself, hunched over as he turned and stared toward the School Captain once more.

Those Hazel eyes were still on fire when he looked at him. But Austin knew he had reached his limits. To fight on would be stupid and reckless. As he saw it, he was lucky to even be standing. As much as he didn't want to.. If he wanted to walk away, it would have to be now. As far as he knew, he faired better than most.

"F-fuckin Dick.. I got y-your number next t-time.."

Austin would turn his back and start to walk, parting the students in front of him as he did. His pace was slow, there was a limp with each step of his right leg and his shoulder's remained hunched. But his chin was still held high. This would not be the last that Mark Kent seen of Austin.

Edgar said he was strong.. He wasn't lying. But I can beat him.. If I hadn't had to deal with that other shithead.. I could beat him. I know I can.

His thoughts were going wild, despite the abuse he had taken at the hands of the School Captain. As if there was a new reason to drive himself to a new level. When he was fit enough, there would be a lot of work to do, but Austin would grow strong enough to crush this man. And not only him. He would bring them all to their needs. All in due time.

I will stomp him into dirt..

"No, something seemed off about the conflict... It felt uneasy. However, when the whole thing fell apart that feeling went away."

Mark would comment to Saya having only watched Austin get up and leave. He stuck his hands in his pockets again before turning to Saya for the first time.

"I'm going on patrol."

She'd know that meant he was going to the roof for a nap.