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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 16, 2015 16:37:20 GMT -5
Austin's head reacted the kick this time, having caught it unexpectedly. However it had not prevented Rhett from hitting the ground hard. Hand hanging, his wrist would rub at his cheek a little as he chuckled, moving toward the boy but stopping just out of kicking range. His arms would cross at his chest and he would speak.
"We can keep going until I break you.. Unless you're satisfied. But I'd say that would be a waste.. Why break a useful tool, am I right?"
Knuckles would shift his weight, dropping his hands to his sides without a care in the word. He wasn't intimidated, nor did he feel threatened by the kid who had challenged him. If anything, he was impressed that he went through the trouble of seeking him out and having the balls to fight him.
"I can see untapped potential. Do you want to get stronger? Do you want to have some real 'sway' in this place?"
Simple questions. At first Knuckles had thought it was just another chump eager to jump ug and get smacked down. But it seemed he was trying to put himself out there. To gain some attention. It seemed he had successfully piqued Austin's interests.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2015 17:34:48 GMT -5
Rhett's defensive positioning would relax the moment he saw Knuckles' arms cross his chest. If there was on thing he was good at, it was reading people, and he knew that his opponent felt far superior at that point. And why shouldn't he? He was the dominant force in the fight, hands down. Rhett seemed like a misquito that was just looking for a good bite before he was sqashed.
Brass' words rang through Rhett's ears like an inner thought. The bruiser had the same opinion of people as Rhett had, and it made him grin slightly as he faced away from his opponent. He'd push himself up to his feet with his good arm as Knuckles finished his little pep talk, which reminded Rhett of the trainer from those intense workout videos.
Finally getting to his feet, he'd turn to face his 'opponent' with his usual stoic expression, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarettes. Hitting the top of them off of his shoulder, since he couldn't really move his oher arm much, He'd grab one cig with his lips and have another one sticking out as he held the pack toward Knuckles.
"I've seen enough to know where I stand against you, so no use fucking anything else up." He'd say, taking the pack back and placing it in his coat pocket once again. It was a long enough time for Knuckles to grab one if he wished. "I don't need strength to have sway..." Lighting his cigarette, he'd take a drag in the middle of his sentence. "... But that doesn't mean I don't desire each of them." He figured it was what Brass wanted to here, so he said it. If it meant getting in with someone like Knuckles, he'd play the part.
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Post by "Knuckles" on Feb 18, 2015 1:03:13 GMT -5
"I'd say I'm a pretty good judge of character.. At least when it comes to the kind of people I like to roll with.. If you didn't know already, I'm the leader of the Apex Warriors. And you're in luck, because I need people like you.."
The usual smirk on Austin's face was replace with a half-smile. His right fist extending toward the male a 'pound it' position. It was a sign of respect from Austin. The boy had shown at least a little bit off. But he could sense potential in him. Knuckles was looking for the fresh ones. They always yearned to grow. And Knuckles was going to nurture them into warriors unlike any others.
Austin would slick back his hair again, grabbing the sun-glasses at the neck of his vest abd slipping them on. Next he removed a cigarette of his own, and then moved toward the wall of the school building, leaning against it as he lit it up and began to smoke it.
Waving Rhett to come closer to him, Knuckles would hold the cig between his lips and them grasp near the boy's shoulder, and his arm with the other hand, so long as Rhett let him. And then he would try to reset the kid's arm back into socket. It would probably hurt like a bitch, but not for very long.
"It'll be rough. There is a shitstorm brewing unlike any other. But if you join, you will come out on top with the rest of us. Apex will be the dominate force within these walls soon enough.. It's just a matter of time."
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