Sir Steven Vs. The Huntsman [Closed]

"This has very little to do with the School Captain title. This was bound to happen sooner or later, Though.. But really, It's because you've become a problem for my new friends.."

Maybe Steven would know he was talking about Riot, maybe he wouldn't. Mikey had specifically pointed Steven out and now Austin was going to put a hurt on him before he moved on to confront the Lightning Gang after. He was going to have to be as convincing as he could. Now was the time for action.

Austin would continue to walk toward the elevated boy, those hazel pupils staring toward him as that same old cocky smile slipped on his face. He was sure Steven would try to take a less direct route in fighting him, but he didn't believe the outcome would be changed. The only one walking out of here today would be him.

"But if the thought of challenging me for this silly title gets you all hot and bothered, come try to take it like a man. No running away this time."

Austin would watch as Steven flipped the table, but didn't move. The table dropped to the ground in front of him, sliding to a halt. And Austin would begin to shake his head. What was he thinking when he got his hopes up on for a face to face fight? Austin would refocus on Steven as he leapt backwards and up on top of the book case behind him.

"The more you struggle Steven, the more you make me REALLY want to hurt you.."

Austin would lean forward and bend his knees, grasping the table that Steven had flipped toward him. As Steven was punching into the ceiling, Austin had began to heave the table around and up, before releasing it to send it up toward the ceiling. It was likely to collide and tear a couple rows of tiles from the ceiling in the area which Steven was trying to climb into.

Austin would have to thank him for the weapon later. If the kid was going to play silly games, then Austin would destroy this whole damn library to get to him. Regardless, Steven was so focused on try to get away it was unlikely he would escape fully unscathed, there was very little sound indicating he grabbed the table.

The table crashed through the titles, grazing Steven but ultimately dropping back to the ground and splintering into pieces. However Steven hadn't come down with it unfortunately. He would disappear from sight, but a light going out above him signaled that Steven was definitely up to something.

If Steven hadn't had to break through the ceiling then he would have had a better chance to pull off his attack. But the fact that he broke a hole in the ceiling gave away his location, as Austin's ears had  been perked like a predator waiting for it's prey to make a mistake. And the mistake had been made.

Steven came plummeting out of the ceiling grasping two wires, gravity would take him no faster then it planned and Austin would have ample time to react and a manner that kept him safe from the wires. A simple step backwards, and Austin would move out Steven's trajectory. There would be little he could due to the fact that he would essentially be free-falling at that point.

Austin's step backwards would not only bring him out of harms way, but would end up allowing Knuckles to position himself behind the falling red-head, a perfect position to retaliate. It was there that Austin shifted his upper-body backwards and thrust his right leg out as hard as he could.

His goal was to catch Steven in the spine, upon his lower back as he was coming down, with easily enough forced to violently force Steven's body forward and toward the wall of the elevated platform Steven had originally been standing on at the start.

It was one thing to fight. It was another thing to come at Austin with intentions to kill. At least that was the way Knuckles saw it. This shit-head just tried to shock him. That wasn't going to fly with Austin. He had just wanted to hurt him a little before, now he really wanted to leave him with something to remember him by.

What remained of the inner roof would come down, but it wasn't as if he would have been able to bring all the heavy structural material down with a yank on a single wire. That didn't change the fact that plaster debris and other various debris dropped from above. It caught Knuckles by surprise, burying him underneath it.

Things would remain quiet for a few moments, but underneath that pile of rubble, Knuckles would groan as his right hand squirmed into his pocket, his eyes closing as he worked his hand back to his mouth, swallowing two pills of Jekhylde.

Austin would begin to chuckle, first softly before his voice would end up carrying through the debris and echoing through the silent library. However his laughter soon turned into strained groans and sounds of pain. His muscles would bulge and swell as the drug began to circulate through his system.

The debris pile which had engulfed Austin would behind to shift and tremble, as if something underneath was growing in size. However it would stop just as abruptly as it had began. A few more seconds would pass before a large mass burst from the pile. His clothes were stretched and torn, his muscles considerably larger, veins clearly pulsing from the drug he had taken.

Those predatorial eyes snapped this way and that, before finally spotting Steven hiding underneath one of the tables on the rise where he had been moments before. Roaring out, Knuckles would leap from his current position with a speed that would likely take Steven by surprise due to the size in which he was now.

As behemoth Austin looked to land, both hands swung down from above to break that table to pieces and attempt to break Steven underneath it as well. It was likely the first time he witnessed Jekhlyde before. And it was likely to be an experience which stuck with him for a while.

Stats modified:
x2 'Jekhlyde' pills:
+10 Str, Dex, Con. -10 Wis, int
For 5 posts, unless more is taken.

[STR - 38 | DEX - 37 | CON - 43 | WIS - 2|INT - 2]

Austin wasn't blind, even in such an enraged state, he would see his prey move from under the table. So when he landed in a crouch and smashed down, he pivoted on right leg, bring his left side backwards as he turned to face the red-head.

It was there he would feel the kick upon his left leg alone now, but the mass that was Austin would barely budge from the added weight he had gained and due to the fact that his center of gravity was lowered. Instead of stopping mid-turn, Knuckles would continue twist before punching downward with his right arm in attempt to smash his knuckles into Steven's ankle, and into the elevated platform.

It was unlikely he would escape unscathed. Austin was just as fast as the prey, though much stronger and durable. Steven was the mouse trapped in a cage, while Knuckles was the snake getting ready to swallow him whole. His veins bulged and throbbed, teeth bared like an animal with similar angry growls and groans to match. It was clear he was your 'friendly neighbor-hood Knuckles' anymore.

He was a beast on a rampage and Steven was unfortunate enough to see this side of him first.