Run & Gun [Open]

[OoC: Consider your move as not being used if you want to keep the use, considering Ian's falling probably ruined the positioning for you.]

Ughh.. I cannot wait for this day to be over.. I need FREEDOM!  This silver haired teenager had been minding his own business before he heard the commotion that soon sendlt the hallway full of students into panic mode. Xaier didn't know all the details, but those sharp emerald hues would eventually catch sight of two students fighting. Ahh man.. Guess I should do the right thing and break this up.. I am suppose to be an Apostle..

Xaier would stare toward the for a few seconds, bringing his right index finger and thumb up to his chin as he contemplated how to do it. If he tried verbally, it was unlikely he would get a reaction, or he'd simply get yelled at. Guess I'll have to take the 'Gung-Ho' route, eh?[/i] His hands would drop to his sides and he would immediantly burst forward, weaving in and out of the crowd until he reached a distance he knew he would strike from.

Xaier wasn't about to pick a side. He could figure out the details when everythi ng was said and done. For now, his objective was to quell the violence.... with more violence. That was always the answer, wasn't it!? Once he neared he would kick off, left side angled toward the duo as he launched himself into the air. His left foot would looking to slam into Felix's upper-back, hopefully with enough momentum to rolling him forward and off the other guy.

Xaier would land on his right leg and the left leg he used to kick Felix with would lift upward, and preform a shorter version of a Axe-Kick, intent on burying itself into Ian's torso while he was laying down. If it all went as planned, he would try to shift forward and press down on Ian to keep him grounds, before throwing his arms out wide.

"What the heck is going on? Can't we all just get along!?"

It turned out this guys was a bit stronger than Xaier expected. He hadn't been able to keep the dude firmly planted against the ground, at least not in the way he had intended. Ian reacted by going for an ankle lock. Xaier was familiar with grappling, thanks tp his father's training. But he wasn't about to get locked up in a grapple fight against someone with a surperior strength advantage.

There still would have been a small window for him to react before Ian could lock it up and Xaier wasn't going to let it pass him by. Shifting weight onto the leg grappled, Xaier's right leg would lift up andI forward to avoid Ian's sweep. It shift upward a foot or so and he would look to plant said foot on Ian's forehead.

Shifting his upper-body foreward, the silver haired teen would look to use his head like a stepping stool. Stomping down hard on his head, before using that leg to try and push himself forward and over Ian the rest of the way, looking to yank his left leg free.

If he managed to successfully kick off Ian's head and pull his leg free, Xaier would land on his feet with his opponent still laying upon the ground behind him, at which point Xaier would look over his right shoulder and kick his right leg back and around low, intending on connecting with a low sweeping heel kick to Ian's left side.

Ahh Fff- Xaier wasn't strong enough to pull his leg free. Instead the other kid used it to try and lay him out flat on his face. Xaier's elbows would bend and he would land hard against the hallway floor upon them. But at least he had saved his devilishly handsome face!

Just as he prepped himself to try and continue to squirm free, Ian grabbed him by the back of his belt and flung him at the lockers. Again Xaier's arms would cross as he crashed into the metal containers, denting them to his own form. A groan escaped his lips and his knee's bent. But he managed to catch himself instead of dropping to the ground.

Turning, he would shake his arms out and lock those emerald hues upon Ian. "This is really.. Unnecessary! Why don't we stop before you get hurt?" Overconfident? MAYBE A LITTLE. Xaier couldn't see the outcome yet, but he knew that it was likely to get a whole lot rougher for both of them.

Whether or not the kid repliee with words, it was unlikely Xaier would sway him into hugging it out. He would have to take the opposite, more violent approach. Bursting forward, he would wait until he reached kicking range to plant his left foot and snap a low kick intending to collide his right shin against the outside of Ian's left calf, oww enough to prevent a grab.

It would be a two-pronged attack though, his hands would raise as if he was going to throw some punches after, but instead he planned to keep using that right leg. If Ian avoided the kic, Xaier would look to continue rotation and bring it around higher to try and kick his left arm/torso area. If it had connected, It would only partially would pull away, before snapping higher to try and land a head kick after. A fluid, effective display of Tae-Kwon-Do precision kicking. KHYYAAA~!

There was no way to avoid the punch, he had settled himself i to the double-kikk, so he supposed he had this one coming. He turned his head to the right and pulled it back slightly, but it did him little good. The brunt of Ian's haymaker connected, the knuckle dusters ripping a clean cut across his check as he was forced backwards by the blow.

D-damn that hurt.. Next time maybe I should shut my big mouth! Xaier would hit the ground hard on his back. Even while dazed, he wasn't going to sit there and take more punishment while he could still prevent it. Hitting the ground, Xaier rolled back on his shoulders slightly and folded his legs, before pushing off and attempting to thrust both heels into Ian's gut.

If it worked, Xaier would use Ian's body to kick off and roll himself into a crouch, where he would rest for a moment and try to catch his bearings.

"The regs? Yeah, I suppose that would be bad for you.. Me? I'm an Apostle!" The last of Xaier's words were spoken as Ian came in to attack. Jumping vertically, Xaier would throe his upper body backwards. And similar to the fashion in which he had kicked Ian's stomach, he was looking to land as stationary double-drop kick against's Ian's head as he kicked lower, toward where Xaier's head had been moments before, allow the kick to pass under his horizontal body.

Xaier's arms would immediantly drop to the ground as he attempt to handspring himself back further after kicking and again get a little distance. If it worked, Xaier would jump forward after his feet touched down, hurling himself into a front flip, with his right leg extended, intent of delivering a real Axe-kick to Ian's left shoulder.