The Family Grows (Steven/Leon)

Allen gave an easy smile.

"Good. You had some hard questions but you thought them through and answered honestly. You have what it takes, from what I can see. Now...before the final test, do you want to join the Lightning Gang? You'll be teaming with myself, Phoebe, Saya and a few others all under Leon to try and help this place as best we can. We're more like a family than a gang. We don't hurt people without reason, we don't do illicit activities, and we protect each other fiercly. You in?"

He would cock an eyebrow and wait.

Allen blinked. Woah, someone need a shot of riddilin, or what?

"We can talk about it later. For now, the final test. You and I are going to fight. Win or lose, you're in, we just wanna test your abilities for placement."

Allen would bend his knees slightly and bring up his fists with a grin.

"Let's do it."

Allen wouldn't just stand idle. As Steven rushed in, Allen grinned and then would spit! His aim was for Stevens face, full coverage. A distraction to force Steven to blink or jerk away. At the same instant, he'd drop and spin, jerking out a leg to attempt sweeping Steven off his feet. Allen didn't fight fair, Steven knew this. And with spit, it flew fast and wide, and anyones reaction to spit would be to flinch or blink and drop their gaze.

If the leg sweep went through, Allen would push off, intent to land on top of Steven in a mount and start throwing punches for his face!

Planting his hands and knees to Allens gut, while Allen was so low would mean Steven would have to lower himself. So Allen reacted quickly- reaching up and grabbing at Stevens arms at the forearms, he fell backward, removing Stevens base for his attack. At the same time he curled his legs up to plant his feet on the Rossetts stomach as Allen rolled backward.

Allen would kick up as he did, intent to send Steven front flipping over him and smashing into the wall next to Leon. Allen would quickly get back to his feet facing Steven, waiting for him to come to his feet, assuming the attack worry.

With Steven flying toward the wall and landing, Allen would move forward. He'd stab out with a straight jab for Steven's face, easily graphed. If, as suspected, it was grabbed or dodged, Allen would throw a more damaging right uppercut for Stevens abdomen rather than the face. Abdomen punches were harder to dodge, after all, and he'd have the free space and range of motion with his head to dodge a punch if necessary.

Steven, so far, was fast and agile, taking away Allen's interim advantage. Allen would have to create a new one.

Allen would follow the momentum of the pull, spinning with it so his back would hit the wall. This would pull his left arm across his body, which was fine by him. Using his right hand, he would palm upward for Steven's chin, not to do damage but aiming to force the kids chin up and away from being able to see. At the same time he'd kick out at Steven's only standing leg, aiming for the kneecap for maximum damage, as that would be where all Steven's weight was. A blow there was likely to seriously hamper him or crumple the kid to the ground. Or so Allen intended.

Either way, he hoped the distraction of his hand would be enough that Allen wouldn't see it. And even if he did, he'd be unlikely to react quickly enough in the same way he didn't care to see or stop the knee that Steven had planned to hit him in the lower spine with, but would instead smash into his stomach. Allen grunted under the blow- but it didn't hurt that badly. Sure, it caused some pain but nothing he couldn't handle. Hopefully, his attack on Steven's weaker knee join would have a more desireable effect.

Allen would move forward but Steven was having none of it. He kicked outward, Allens hands coming up to catch the leg. His left hand would be on the shoe, his right would be on the ankle. His first, reactionary urge was a ball stomp. Instead, he would stomp on Steven's stomach, or attempt to. Even if Steven used his hands or arms to block, it would be hard to hold up a stomach force.

Steven's other leg, if he still kicked, would instead scrape along Allen's leg through the pants, sort of lightly skinning it like a rug burn or a skinned knee/elbow. Allen, assuming his stomp worked, would attempt to lift the leg promptly after so it wasn't grabbed. But if it was he would move in quickly, bending his knee to try and plant it on Steven's upper chest before attempting to throw two left hand punches for Steven's face.