School Captain Defense/Destroy[[Mini-Event]]

Mark was resting in the pillar office watching some comedy central series before he heard the intercom. Seemed someone was here to challenge the school. Mark would take a deep breath and sigh finishing off his glass of ice water before grabbing his vest and fighting gloves heading out the door. This was going to be something that's for sure, however he wondered what kind of a bad ass this dude thought he was.

"Challenging not only the School Captain, but any strong fighter in this school? Sounds dangerous..."

Mark would smile at that, fitting his gloves on tighter as he pushed open the door to the roof, walking out to look at the guy, who looked older than someone going to high school... Alarm bells went off in Mark's mind, this wasn't just a random event.

"Well?"

Allen had his orders.

He arrived, entering out and onto Marks left, opposite Austin. He glanced at the AW leader, grinning. They had fought before, and he was a good companion to have against enemies like these. He glanced down from the roof, noticing the army as it split up. He shook his head.

"Seems they brought an army, Captain. Lets hope you live up to your name."

He would cock an eybrow at Mark. He wasn't fond of the guy but this was about school pride and hell, he didn't know if he was the best of fighters, but he sure as hell didn't plan on going down anytime soon.

“Not if you know what you’re doing.”

Rusty scoffed at the School Captain when he opened his mouth. The young man wasn’t impressed, nor did he care about the other on goings that seemed to be happening at the school. It seemed backup quickly arrived on seen on the rooftop. Rusty’s gaze would shift between the fighters, reading their potential. You couldn’t always tell what a fighter was capable of just by looking at them, but when you’d been in as many fights as Rusty, you started to get close. Rusty would begin to undo his scarf before pulling off his leather winter gloves and dropping all three to the ground.

“Actually, I’d like to correct you and warn you. I’m not affiliated with this… what would you call it guerrilla force? Calling it an army would be a damn waste. Whatever they are, they are not the organization I represent.Now for the warning, when my shirt hits the ground, I’m going to begin to destroying you. If you can stand a fight against me, my organization will extend an invitation to you.”

He would pull the buttons free on his coat while he spoke. When he finished speaking, the coat would hit the ground. The young man would begin to undo his shirt, revealing more of his tattoos as he did. Once he finished the last button, he would throw his shirt into the air. Waiting for it to hit the ground, Rusty would run his hand through his hair, pulling it back and showing off the tattoos on his forehead. Once the shirt touched the ground, Rusty shout out like a bull at a frightening pace towards Allen.

His right shoulder would be poised to hit the boy in his chest. He would quickly attempt to follow it up by jutting his elbow out and aiming to hit the boy in his stomach, so that whether the first attack hit or not, the second one hopefully would. He would then quickly perform a sideways flip spin, trailing his left leg in the air aiming to bring it down on Mark’s head, using the momentum from the spin to power the kick.

Angel would stroll on top of the roof just in time to have a kid come flying towards him. Again? And Angel would catch the kid but would knocked back some by the force of the impact.

"Oof, the hell ran into you man? A truck?"

Then Angel would look up to see a stranger attacking the school captain which he had just recently learned about. Hell he was a nice guy! But this stranger looked strong, probably even stronger that the SC looked... this could be bad. He would help the kid he caught stand back up.

"You good bro? I hope so, you look like one of Leon's boys now is time to show your stuff."

Then Angel would reach into his pocket pressing play on his MP3, shit was bout to go down.

Austin had been glaring at the man standing before the small band of students that was forming. He heard heard.more footsteps behind him, however he had not turned to look at them. Which was why when the guy disappeared from sight, it had stunned him completely. It wasn't til he heard the sound of Bolt being knocked away, that he realized the guy just moved so damn quick.

D-Did that really.. just happen..?

In truth, part of him was scared. But the outlaw hid it well. However he realized the guy had directed a second attack toward Mark. Austin was not ready to try and make a move. He could already sense carelessness could have grave outcomes here. Instead he would circle back around toward the left of Mark and Rusty, planting his feet close by and bringing his arm's up in preparation to defend or attack if possible.

Knuckles had seen how hard Allen had been hit. This guy was a serious problem. Maybe even with everyone that was here. Of course Austin would not allow all those negative thoughts to cloud his judgement. He was not going to go down without a fight either. Austin needed this, to prove to himself that he was among the strongest here at #552

Allen hadn't moved yet, a bit of blood dripping from his mouth, he bared his teeth and clutched his chest, watching Rusty fly off the roof. He stared in shock...but didn't hear the thump he wanted. He heard a grunt, indictive of exertion, and the Firebolt would be off. He'd be racing for where Rusty had fallen, and as the red haired man came back into view, Allen would be two feet away, in the air, mid-dive.

He was intent to hit Rusty around the mid-section, and take both their asses off the roof and out into open air. As/if they fell, Allen, like Gandalf with the Balrog, would lean up on Rusty's body and attempt punching him in the face repeatedly.

Allen...suicidal mother fucker.

If Allen's move worked Mark would follow Austin off the roof, landing in a three point kneeled landing, surveying the area and the crouched position was good for reacting to what might come.

If it didn't work, Mark would have to wait and see, circling to get a good view of what he'd have to do from there. Probably attack... Maybe punch to the face. Assumptions.