Paradigm Shift - Broken and Bloodied [Open]

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Broken and Bloodied [Open]
« Jun 8, 2009 1:41:56 GMT -6 »

ooc: Consider this open to people I've not rp'ed with yet, there's a lot of you out there.

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Classes had finished for the day as Aroon crossed the courtyard, later than normal having hung around a little longer to go over a few pieces of coursework and ensure everything was in order...Not too unusual, he liked to maintain the A's where he could, and as such put in the time where necessary in between his casual acts of destruction and other assorted misdemeanours. An odd combination, perhaps, but far be it for time to be spent questioning the methods in the Thais mind.

He'd left his bag stuffed in his locker along with his books, needing nothing different for tomorrow than what was already there. No point lugging it around unnecessarily, after all, and it meant he was in no rush to return to the dormitory. Most of the students had returned 'home' for the night, or had set out on their ventures into Chula Vista for whatever recreation they could devise. Rather dull, as far as he viewed it. Instead, as per his usual routine, his headphones were set in his ears blasting music, blocking out all outside noise as he observed the slowly shadowing courtyard. Thanks to the height of the buildings, even though there was plenty of daylight still out the courtyard was almost in a dusky shade as the sun dipped behind the western quadrant of the school.

'It's nice out like this...'

Such simple thoughts, but everyone must have them at some point or another...

He didn't hear a thing coming, nor could he see a shadow due to the darkened ground, so when the club struck him in the back, it did so without any resistance from the Thai, knocking him completely off his stride and to the ground. Managing to compose himself just enough so he could regain his footing quickly, he was barely vertical before another shot caught him in the face.

'What!?'

He hit the ground roughly, the air knocked from his lungs for the second time in as many seconds as he coughed to try and get his breath back. The fog descended over his eyes as he pulled the headphones from his ears, blinking through the double-vision.

"--all he can do? This is too easy!" he heard from one voice, amongst at least four others that seemed to be coming from all around him. Whatever this was, they were planning ahead well. He couldn't see in all directions even at peak form, not if they all attacked at once.

"You see what happens, you bastard!? You see what happens when you start stirring up shit for everyone else? It comes back to haunt you, man!"

"Hey, get him on his feet and hold him steady, hurry up before he snaps out of the daze!", the words were rushed, almost anxious as he felt his arms being pulled, and his body hoisted up. Out of reflex, he planted his feet when his body was righted out, though didn't have enough clarity to stop his arms being restrained.

Crack

Groaning in pain as a fist slammed into his nose, he was fairly sure it was broken this time if the club before hadn't done so. However, the sudden flash of pain seemed to 'shock' his brain back to a degree of lucidity. Blinking through the sticky moisture around his eyes -blood, he thought-, he managed to get a proper look at the one who'd just hit him, apparently the ringleader of this little debacle.

"Does Ryorin have anything to do with this?"

'What the hell are you talking about"

"Hm, I'll take that as a no..."

Another punch, this one to the gut which rippled through his muscles and sent a tremor of pain through his back. That first hit had really gotten it's moneys worth...He grimaced through the blood and realised that he was literally snarling at the youth in front of him before he spoke.

"Do that again, see what'll happen to you...I dare you."

"Give it up. You're half-done as it is."

Bunching his fists, the Thai strained against the hold on him, finding the resistance too much for him to muscle his way out of before the next punch cracked against his face again, splitting his lip. With the blow, his head flopped forward, his eyes closed as the resistance slackened completely. Tilting his head at the sight, his attacker stepped forward and grabbed a handful of the Thais hair, pulling his head back up to look at his face. Nothing. His eyes were closed, his jaw slack. Two quick slaps to the cheek. Still nothing....

'Screw this....Leave his ass here, someone else will deal with him."

He turned to walk away, and as he did so, Aroon 'snapped out' of his feigned unconsciousness. Slamming his head backwards into his captors nose, the blow stunned him enough to loosen the grip on his arms. Slipping his left free, he spun a perfect half-turn before looping his arms around the right arm of the larger youth that had held him in place. With a twist and a sudden flex, the arm broke at the elbow and shoulder, causing the boy to scream before he fell to the ground from a punch to the face. Turning to face the 'ringleader' of the group, Aroon was quite the frightful sight. Blood ran down his face in trickling rivulets, an almost-feral snarl on his lips as he began to approach him. He saw the club, a tree branch someone had picked up, swinging for him this time and stepped further into the swing, hooking around the wrist with one palm before dragging the arm out, his other forearm smashing the outstretched elbow before a backhand shot to the mouth put the second of them down...

This was not Muay Thai. No. This was the predecessor art that Aroon had received instruction in as part of his Muay Boran training, an art so old that it could be considered one of the oldest in the known world, an art whose sole purpose was to kill, maim and cripple. Used by the royal guards of Thailands kings, it was renowned to be able to fell a hundred armed men for every one user on a battlefield.

Jaturongkabaht, also known as Muay Koshasan.₁

He stood, waiting for the other two who were part of the group to approach, but neither of them approached in the few seconds he stayed in one spot. A quick glance in either direction showed them nowhere to be found. Clearly, this had been an act of opportunity, and now that Aroon could retaliate, they wanted no part of it. Turning to see where they'd gone, a stupid mistake on his part, inexcusable even considering his current state of mind. A final shot to the back of the head dropped him to a knee, opening a long gash in his scalp, before the ringleader stepped to the side of him, the tree branch hanging from one hand nervously. He raised it to swing once more, though he hesitated before bringing the heavy club into its downward path. That moments hesitation was the fatal error.

Lunging out with his left, he smashed his fist into the youths crotch. Immediately, the branch dropped from his hand as he instead tried to soothe the pain in his genitals, though it would be shortlived. With a yell of anger, Aroon had a fistful of his hair tightly held as his right knee slammed into his face, immediately followed by the left, then the right again. Dragging his head up, he glared at the boy furiously.

"I should break every bone in your fucking body...."

With a last wrench down of his head, he leapt from the ground into a swift and powerful jumping knee, the cracking of bones prevalent for that instant as he fell backwards, hitting the concrete with a thump as Aroon stood, barely, and breathed deeply. His right arm hurt like hell from one of those hits, his back was on fire, not to mention the blood that ran down his face...He was a mess, and standing simply by will alone...Not for much longer, anyway. Surely someone will have seen what's happened and at least try to offer assistance?

He managed maybe five or six steps away before his legs gave out and he fell to his knees, the shaking in his muscles almost uncontrollable as he nursed the blinding pain he had from those hits to the head...Red flashed at the corners of his sight as he struggled to keep himself conscious, but eventually the injuries took their toll and he fell forward into the concrete himself, still looking around vainly for whatever semblance of help might be out there...

_{1: Jaturongkabaht - Smashing Elephant Boxing style, a particular brand of Muay Boran trained to royal guards back in olden times.}

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