Pillar Conquest 1 (Event)

TITANS
And thus the war of the gods and Titans had finally seen its opening. The war to determine the fate of this school and all of its inhabitants. The eldest Hattori, Ty, was still relatively new to this highly volatile facility and its culture. And yet, through keen observation, clever eavesdropping, and of course little brother's own information, he had been able come up to speed rather quickly. This was fate, heavily knocking on each one of their doors. Today was the day that every single student in this place entered the same battle ground. All of their lives were intertwined forever at this very moment. For you see, the choosing of the school's leaders was an obviously urgent matter. To decide who held that much power within the school grounds was as delicate as a flower. Not that this school was safe, but any fool could see its potential to become even more detrimental; violent. And it was as simple as pie, no one wanted another person they didn't trust above them. There were the fiends, who simply wanted the power for themselves, to rule and bathe in anarchy. Idealistic idiots who thought they could pull some miracle and reform the school overnight. And then there were the apes, whom merely wanted the glorious challenge of fighting every 'contender' on this campus.

Ty fell somewhere in the middle of all of those things. An eagle over the battlefield. He knew something had to change in this school. Yet he did glorify the fight. And to top that, he simply wanted to protect and create a better future for those closest to him. The only way to achieve this laundry list, was to wage the war and cut down any obstacle. The crimson haired devil had been in the courtyard, leaned against the wall next to the main entrance of the school. He watched the unsettled and restless souls shift and converse in front of him. His cold eyes hallowed in curiosity and anticipation. "Hm." They all prepared. But were he and his brother prepared? The small fry were small fry. Irrelevant apes in the grand scheme of things. But then there were the heavy hitters. And he remembered one in particular that caught his eye, hanging near the fountain. That hooded brute from the subway train. Ty remembered his speed, his power, his skill. He could become a problem indeed. An obstacle. He watched inconspicuously from his distance as his hooded 'friend' conversed with another boy. What was up with them? What were the motives? Perhaps their first encounter were a misunderstanding, as doubtful as that seems. No matter.

The boy pushed his back up from the wall and turned to enter the hallways. The fights, surprisingly hadn't broken out yet. The hazel irises caught glimpse of a familiar face on the main hallway. Little brother. Patiently waiting for hell to grab at their napes. Ty carelessly shoved his hands into his jacket pocket and approached his larger brother, leaning against the locker next to the blonde Sasquatch. It was here. They were here. They knew this moment would come. They'd walk out of this intact, the both of them. Ty would make sure of it. Something would come of this day, whether they are able to seize their opportunity at reformation or not. There was no turning back now. The great Julius Caesar once said himself:

"The die is cast."

ALL UP IN FLAMES
And thus, the war against their fates would begin. Funny how they all seemed pawns to the grand scheme of things. A principal makes an announcement, and suddenly all of the school's inhabitants fight for a petty title. The title meant nothing in actuality. No, there was always a bigger picture. And Ty could see it quite clearly at this moment. The crimson haired Hattori had pushed himself from the wall he was leaning on, his body standing erect next to his brother. The perceptive boy had noticed the crowd becoming increasingly unsettled, restless. The irises swam around, scanning the crowd, noticing at first, two girls rushing down the hallway hand in hand. "Hm. Don't underestimate anyone, little brother." But he knew Musashi wouldn't. He'd basically been preaching to the choir at this point. The hazel pupils watched the two girls marching down the hallway, and suddenly locked on to another body blatantly sprinting down the hall. This one wore a mask all black. He was also skilled in parkour to some degree.

Ty's body slightly tensed in anticipation, watching as the kid flipped over the two girls speed walking down the hallway. His speed was the first observation the eldest Hattori noted. Speed was always a threat. He knew Musashi would be watching as well. The masked man was fast, but not very inconspicuous with his movements. He drew attention to himself like a prostitute in the day time. Once the boy landed from his flip, in which his landing had been directly in front of the Hattori brothers, his intentions and actions became very clear. A hostile act towards the crimson haired devil and his little brother. The boy bounced across the hallway from them and utilized the wall to propel himself forward. At this point he had easily been telegraphing his attack. Quite frankly, after that first flip, his speed had been slightly cut; physics. Only with proper footing could he pull these movements off, and having to stop and regain momentum allowed Ty and his brother to easily prepare for the onslaught. They had excellent positioning and as previously stated could see him coming with all of the overly flamboyant maneuvers. Ty had shifted his right shoulder backwards along with his right leg in preparation to make a swift parry. The masked boy was fast, but still human, and his target became as clear as day once he pushed off the wall into a launching strike at his brother. It was as though he didn't even account for the red haired Hattori as the masked man launched an all out attack.

He and his brother understood positioning and its importance in a fight. And at this moment Ty had the better leverage over Musashi to launch a counterattack. The crimson haired Hattori would utilize the boy's launching momentum against him. As their new found enemy came diving in head first, the eldest Hattori would twist his body and lift his right leg in one sweeping motion. The masked man had launched a right fist at his brother, but would instead find that a speeding foot to his temple would be thrown to greet him first, completely to interrupt his attack. With all of the boy's momentum heading into this singular attack, it'd prove an impossible feat to stop himself from running into Ty's foot, something requiring superhuman body control or even air manipulation to avoid it. And naturally, having already launched a full blown focused attack, it'd prove much too late to launch a block or parry, even if he somehow saw the kick coming with the short distance between them. Naturally, a leg is much longer than an arm in length, and the much taller Ty Hattori could reach him with relative ease. That was the tricky thing about momentum, if not used wisely it could be turned completely around against you. With the momentum the masked kid traveled with, and being met with Ty's own speeding kick, this blow would not only knock him off course, but undoubtedly cause a heavy daze, making the rest of this fight very difficult for him. Neck damage was very possible as well.

Whether or not it hit or missed, he'd be able to twist with his momentum and regain his balance. He still had the better positioning, and he was sure his brother would move out the way to not fall prey to either Ty's attack or the obvious diving punch from the masked fighter. Following his strike, regardless of success, he'd take a step back to further analyze the situation. However, he'd have to think rather quickly. More commotion and shuffling that he caught in his peripherals as the hulking hooded boy he fought on the subway and the speedy Macht Starke (he knew of his skill from gym class), had entered the school, quickly closing the distance between them, the blood lust in their eyes. Ty prepared himself, using the previous momentum from his spin and rather clear window of opportunity to face the approaching fiends, simultaneously calling out to his brother to warn him. "Musashi!" The hulking brute went straight past Ty towards his brother, and the Starke kid came at Ty with a quick right handed jab. Shit. He was lightning quick. The Hattori boy barely had enough time to react to it, but the attack wasn't a surprise, providing a brief window to react. Ty would shift his body forward and slightly down, bringing it in towards the punch and Starke's body. Simultaneously he'd shift his head to the right for an evasion, the boy's knuckles slight connecting and grazing past his cheek bone. It'd prove near impossible to completely avoid that blow, however Ty could use this perfect opportunity to get on the inside of Starke. The boy would follow up and through with a very sharp hooking left punch aiming for the boy's rib cage left wide open due to his right jab attempt. Despite his great speed, the distance between the two would naturally cut it down and make it very tricky to avoid this blow. Positioning would play a key factor as usual. Attempting a dodge to the left would run the boy straight into the lockers, trapping him, in which case Ty would simply follow through, twisting his hips to connect.

Attempting a dodge to the right would run him directly into Ty's hook shot. And even a dodge to the back would prove tricky to completely avoid all of the damage, due to the close distance between the two. Assuming Starke is throwing a proper punch, his body would have to lean into it, twisting his hips even if it were a simple jab, providing the eldest Hattori just enough room to get very close to him and deliver an excellent open blow. Making a block could prove futile as well with his only free arm on the other side of his body, too far to intercept Ty's much closer left.

Hit or miss, Ty was in good positioning to make a block and weave to get some distance between them. With this kid's speed, he would have to be extremely attentive and perceptive to dodge incoming attacks. Quite frankly, there simply wasn't enough time for the hooded brute and Starke to come from the fountain after the quick start of the fight and interrupt Ty's leg strike at the masked boy's body. Through careful calculation and timing, the playing field should even out with relative quickness.

So, if this many people were gunning for their heads at once, they obviously weren't unknown in this school at all. It was a battle, and it'd be a good one.