Pillar Finale (Event)

Macht kicked open the door to the roof and strolled out. He didn't see anyone at first, but discovered Rhett upon turning. A smile formed on the German's lips as he realized the guy made it this far, at least. Lexington didn't, but that couldn't be helped.

"You ready for this?"

Macht inquired, kneeling against the wall a couple of feet to Rhett's right. His hands in his pockets, he fiddled with the Jekhlyde pills, and he mulled over whether or not he'd need them.

I stepped onto the rooftop right at Austin's heels. I was of course still dawned in the mask that covered my mouth and nose, and my hair was dyed brown currently. I would give a nod to Macht as I approached them. It appeared that the fourth man here was part of Macht and Austin's group. I guess that made him my ally as well. I would give the man a slight nod for a greeting as well. It seemed everyone still able to fight that wanted that Pillar title was going to be on this rooftop. I wasn't going to let myself get beat. I had to win this title no matter what.

"So. We settle this amongst the four of us after we take down everyone else I assume?"

"You've gotta be kidding me," Macht muttered when he saw Leon walk out. The guy was a tank and a half, and even with Knuckles here, the German didn't really like their chances of coming out without losing somebody. Lexington was already out of the run, and this guy could probably knock out at least one other person before he got taken down by the group, and that was assuming he had no backup.

Macht stood to his feet, letting the evident testosterone between Knuckles and Leon play out however it would. He was going to get involved, but there was no way in hell he was gonna let Leon's attention be all on him. No, Knuckles could take a hit, Macht would have to play support.

"So I guess you two know each other."

Knuckles acknowledged Shugo's words upon his arrival. That was all the was needed. His attention again slipped toward the door to the roof, still waiting on the last two people to show up. And there it was, like lightning striking the rooftop. Leon would come out next. Austin wouldn't be able to hold the smirk from showing.

"Yeah.. We know eachother."

Austin's reply to Macht was barely above a whisper as he stood up, brushed his hands off and then began to walk toward Leon, a confident sway with each step he took toward the leader of the Lightning Gang. Stopping a short distance away, he would speak toward the blonde one.

"I guess this was bound to happen sooner or later.. Let us see who is more dominant. Lightning or Apex.."

Knuckles knew they were still waiting on one more participant to show his face, but Knuckles had already claimed his target. It made the most sense for Austin to take Leon on. Knuckles would automatically begin to prepare himself, unzipping the apex vest and throwing it off to the aide to reveal a simple black 'wife-beater'. Those hazel pupils unmoving from the other boys.

"I don't care how you handle the other one.. Leon is mine."

Straight to business, that was one thing he at least admired about Leon. He didn't show fear in the face of adversity. Knuckles had been watching him closely on the off-chance that the blonde haired kid didn't feel like waiting. This time around the young outlaw would act with more caution. Last time Leon was injured.

This time he would be fighting to his full potential. Once noticing Leon's shift into stance, his own arms would raise into a lowered, loose boxing stance. When he came in, he threw something akin to an over-hand right. He was quick, but Austin gauged that it wasn't too much of a gap. He would act quickly, stepping in and toward his own left.

He would duck underneath the attacking limb, turning his body as he did so that he could face Leon's right side. His right arm would have folded in preparation to guard for the moment, as his left arm would send a mean hook in attempt to land it upon the small of his back. 

If it connected, as he pulled his left arm back from the strike, his right arm would shift downward and attempt to plunge a second hook into Leon's gut.

Rhett watched as Knuckles walked toward Leon, stating that the two knew each other, and that the fight between their two gangs was inevitable. This was a factor he'd grown to understand over the week before, both names having come up over said time, but he wasn't sworn to either side. An alliance, yes, but he held no true allegiance to anyone but himself. Things had just worked out well for him because of proper planning, and a bit of not-so-dumb luck.

The fight between Knuckles and Leon was apparent even before he called the blonde as his opponent, but Leon would be the first to swing. No as much talking this time around, but he figured it would turn out like this. That's why he arrived early to smoke. Anyway, as the two leaders fought, the door to the exit burst open as Levi made his entrance. "Macht..." He'd say lightly enough for his partner to hear before darting in Levi's direction, his intent clear as day.

... Or was it? As Leon would no doubt be countering Knuckles' dodge-counter, Rhett would take a sharp turn in the blonde's direction, hopefully in his blind spot at this point. Either way, Rhett would get within range before stopping, sliding only slightly as his attack was initiated. He'd crouch down, torquing his lower body from left to a strong right as his left leg extended and aimed to take out Leon's legs from just below the knee.

Knuckles' may have called Leon for his opponent, but Rhett couldn't help himself. Not only did he miss Leon's fight with Lex, but he'd already scrapped with the final participant of the brawl. He just wanted to come out of the situation with as much information on the competition as he possibly could, and exchanging blows with Knuckles' supposed 'rival' seemed like a good way to get some.