Allow Me To Re-introduce Myself (Knuckles/Open)

And now the battle would be in full swing, Knuckles had connected with the knee, but Allen was wuick to grasp his leg and react, bring the dirty blond haired male to his back with a grunt, but not without a plan.

A punch was most likely. It was something Austin would have done himself. Assuming Allen was still holding his right knee, he wasn't worried about an incoming threat from the side, a right punch was most likely.

As it came in, Austin's left arm would fold and tilt toward the right, before looking to connected with the right side of Allen's right arm to deflect the punch. At which point Knuckles would be free to send a right hook toward Allen's head. He wouldn't be able to put all off his strength into it, but it would still be sharp.

With the additional struggling on contact, Allen would be forced to push back quicker, Austins arms indeed getting their hold but not before the young Hollows could put a little distance between them. See, once Austin freed one arm (we'll say it was his left), Allen's right arm would come down and press it's forearm into Austin's neck to keep his head and body pinned while choking him. By not going for the chest, Allen was displacing the force Austin could put into trying to throw him off.

He would lock his hips and press down harder to give himself some needed leverage- Austin being on the bottom made twisting and bucking difficult from that position to be sure. Now Allen would take a page from Leons book. Flattening his fingers and hand into a type of blade he would stab upward, aiming a sharp hit to the nerve pocket in Austins armpit. One hit could cause severe pain, and would hopefully kick in reflex- for Austin to bring that arm down at the leeching pain. Like any strike, Allen would immediately bring the hand back then up, using the room Austin's reflex (hopefully, assuming it worked) gave him to hopefully throw that left elbow across the bridge of Austin's nose. If Austin didn't move his arm, Allen would simply strike in the same matter once again.

He had to be careful and wary, though. Austin wasn't above hair pulling, and his other hand was likely to remain back there, if both weren't.

He knew that, because he sure as hell wasn't against hair pulling.

Allen was doing a pretty good job keeping Austin in place, but he wasn't in the worst possible position he could be. Allen's legs might have been locked at his sides, but he didn't have the body triangle, so he wasn't completely out of luck.

Austin's would feel the pain in his armpit, wincing from the sneaky little attack Allen pulled. He had little time to fully defend against the incoming elbow, turning his head to the left, it would hit his right cheek. His own bruises were coming out now, but there was an odd grin on Knuckles face. Even a pained chuckle escaped as he reacted.

His right arm fold and strike quickly over Allen's own, his left hand still holding his head so that he couldn't pull away. His goal was to hit him in the temple as hard as he could muster. He would retract it only a little before he would attempt to do it again. And again.