Post by Helix on Sept 2, 2014 16:29:05 GMT -5
Unlike Missy, who could only nervously listen to an indecipherable muttering from beyond the door, Jazz picked up every word of the conversation thanks to her gifted hearing. A fire rushed through her body as she realized she might get her chance to fight that dictator bastard right here, right now. That fire was stoked to dangerous levels when she heard the condescending tone coming from some stupid, self-righteous, asshole of a student, telling them to just "give up". Grinning, this time with a frightening amount of ferocity, she leveled her temporary staff/mace away from the door, and took a step forward as it opened, ready to smash the bastard's face in.
Lucien, however, beat her to it. Either he had gotten just as pissed as her, or he was simply itching for a fight. Whatever the reason was, the Dojo student didn't stand a whisper of a chance. His guard had been down, for one, but even with his guard up Jazz doubted an uppity asshole like that would have been able to defend much against such destructive force. Even she would've been hard-pressed to do that. The man must have had a Devil Fruit, as she'd heard rushes of air before witnessing Lucien's limbs and body get propelled like that. Maybe something that let him control wind or some crazy shit. Who could say, aside from Lucien himself. Jazz had grown up with a kid who'd been "cursed by the Sea Devil." He'd been the gloomy sort, and his power hadn't been very... flashy, to say the least. They'd been friends though (hell, they still were, as far as she was concerned), so the technicolor girl more-or-less understood the concept of those Fruits.
Looking at the student lying crushed on the floor, Jazz couldn’t help but give a snort of derision. “Seriously? All that talk, and you got taken out in, like, two seconds. Talk about pathetic…” At that, Lucien began a sort of threatening introduction of himself to the GDM. When he, and Missy, were finished, the vocalist chimed in with a savage grin. “Alright, now let’s finish our fight from earlier! No holds barred!” While she wasn’t armed with her Mic Staff, if the man’s students were this pathetic, Jazz doubted that he would be someone she couldn’t beat with her current substitute. Despite her enthusiasm though, the bejeweled old man only had eyes for the Red Sky. Getting into some weird, leg-spread stance that looked like he was gonna try and take a crap right there on the floor, the Dojo Master launched a punch straight into the side of Lucien’s leg, without so much as a glance at the radiant rock star.
“The hell, he’s ignoring me?!” Jazz nearly shouted, eyes wide with indignation, and, if one looked at her mouth, it seemed almost as if sharpened fangs had replaced her teeth in reaction to her intense rage. Upon seeing that his attack on Lucian hadn’t had much of an effect (his fault for attacking the ability user’s goddamn leg), the cowardly bastard turned tail and ran away. “You son of a- GET BACK HERE!!” Jazz screamed after the fleeing senior. She was sure that she could catch up to him, fairly quickly at the rate he was runn- fwip. CRASH. In her hurry to chase after him, Jazz had tripped over the unconscious (maybe even dead?) body of the student Lucien had wrecked. “Shit…” She got up, accidentally stepping on the poor student’s crushed chest in the process, and eliciting a groan from the injured boy.
“Kyaah! B-be careful, please!” Missy stammered to Jazz with desperate tones in her voice. “Huh? Oh.” The bespectacled girl wandered over to the bloodied boy, and anxiously felt his neck. “H-he’s alive… but his heartbeat is fluttering pretty bad…” She muttered this mostly to herself, as she doubted neither Jazz nor Lucien really cared much about him. Jazz was too caught up in her own self-righteousness, and Lucien… well, he terrified her and seemed rather uncaring, not to mention the fact that he was the one that put the poor student in such a critical condition in the first place.
“But man, this bites. Now I gotta chase him all around this cruddy little temple…” Jazz lamented aloud, slinging her new, pearl-headed staff over her shoulder once again. Hearing a crowd of footsteps getting louder, she turned to one of the hallways to find said crowd closing the distance between her, Lucien, and Missy. Hearing Lucien inhale, she realized that she better act quick if she wanted a piece of the action. Darting towards the crowd before most of them had even registered what was happening, Jazz swung the staff’s head at a Student’s head horizontally, slamming it with a stunning amount of force and into the wall beside him for a total knockout. A weak punch came from one of the students who had reacted fast enough, but his fist was blocked by the pole she was wielding, and he recoiled from the shock, shaking his hand and whimpering. Subsequently, she planted the sole of her foot squarely in his stomach, and he fell back into his friends.
“Jeez, you guys are really weak. Like seriously, I’m not even trying.” Tucking her pole in the back of her hoodie, she planted her right foot forward, shouted, long and drawn-out, “OFF-BEAT!” and shot a flurry of forceful fists into the crowd of weaklings. The shouting had hardly even been necessary, as they already had terrible guarding, but Jazz was caught up in the moment and not feeling too much like holding herself back. When she was done, the seven or so students that had been standing before her were bruised and beaten fairly badly, to the point where an unlucky one had gotten hit enough times in the mouth to lose a tooth. Jazz stepped back and took a moment to admire her handiwork, and declared, “Anyone wanting to fight me, do so at your own caution, for I AM-”
Once again, the singer’s pride was her downfall, as she left herself open for one of the Favorites to jump in. “Gekitaite!” Using both the palms of his hands, the boy swiftly placed them on the girl’s abdomen, then increased the force upon contact to launch her away. As opposed to doing any actual damage, the technique was really meant only for creating distance between yourself and the opponent, which they had all desperately needed. Sure enough, while Jazz was launched back a couple meters or so, she landed on her feet, with nothing actually damaged by it, aside from her dignity. Which was, perhaps, the worst injury they could have caused to her. Now she was pissed, and that would only add to the power of her attacks. Standing up straight from the crouch she had instinctively fell into mid-air, she clicked her tongue in annoyance, and reached for her staff once again.
Lucien, however, beat her to it. Either he had gotten just as pissed as her, or he was simply itching for a fight. Whatever the reason was, the Dojo student didn't stand a whisper of a chance. His guard had been down, for one, but even with his guard up Jazz doubted an uppity asshole like that would have been able to defend much against such destructive force. Even she would've been hard-pressed to do that. The man must have had a Devil Fruit, as she'd heard rushes of air before witnessing Lucien's limbs and body get propelled like that. Maybe something that let him control wind or some crazy shit. Who could say, aside from Lucien himself. Jazz had grown up with a kid who'd been "cursed by the Sea Devil." He'd been the gloomy sort, and his power hadn't been very... flashy, to say the least. They'd been friends though (hell, they still were, as far as she was concerned), so the technicolor girl more-or-less understood the concept of those Fruits.
Looking at the student lying crushed on the floor, Jazz couldn’t help but give a snort of derision. “Seriously? All that talk, and you got taken out in, like, two seconds. Talk about pathetic…” At that, Lucien began a sort of threatening introduction of himself to the GDM. When he, and Missy, were finished, the vocalist chimed in with a savage grin. “Alright, now let’s finish our fight from earlier! No holds barred!” While she wasn’t armed with her Mic Staff, if the man’s students were this pathetic, Jazz doubted that he would be someone she couldn’t beat with her current substitute. Despite her enthusiasm though, the bejeweled old man only had eyes for the Red Sky. Getting into some weird, leg-spread stance that looked like he was gonna try and take a crap right there on the floor, the Dojo Master launched a punch straight into the side of Lucien’s leg, without so much as a glance at the radiant rock star.
“The hell, he’s ignoring me?!” Jazz nearly shouted, eyes wide with indignation, and, if one looked at her mouth, it seemed almost as if sharpened fangs had replaced her teeth in reaction to her intense rage. Upon seeing that his attack on Lucian hadn’t had much of an effect (his fault for attacking the ability user’s goddamn leg), the cowardly bastard turned tail and ran away. “You son of a- GET BACK HERE!!” Jazz screamed after the fleeing senior. She was sure that she could catch up to him, fairly quickly at the rate he was runn- fwip. CRASH. In her hurry to chase after him, Jazz had tripped over the unconscious (maybe even dead?) body of the student Lucien had wrecked. “Shit…” She got up, accidentally stepping on the poor student’s crushed chest in the process, and eliciting a groan from the injured boy.
“Kyaah! B-be careful, please!” Missy stammered to Jazz with desperate tones in her voice. “Huh? Oh.” The bespectacled girl wandered over to the bloodied boy, and anxiously felt his neck. “H-he’s alive… but his heartbeat is fluttering pretty bad…” She muttered this mostly to herself, as she doubted neither Jazz nor Lucien really cared much about him. Jazz was too caught up in her own self-righteousness, and Lucien… well, he terrified her and seemed rather uncaring, not to mention the fact that he was the one that put the poor student in such a critical condition in the first place.
“But man, this bites. Now I gotta chase him all around this cruddy little temple…” Jazz lamented aloud, slinging her new, pearl-headed staff over her shoulder once again. Hearing a crowd of footsteps getting louder, she turned to one of the hallways to find said crowd closing the distance between her, Lucien, and Missy. Hearing Lucien inhale, she realized that she better act quick if she wanted a piece of the action. Darting towards the crowd before most of them had even registered what was happening, Jazz swung the staff’s head at a Student’s head horizontally, slamming it with a stunning amount of force and into the wall beside him for a total knockout. A weak punch came from one of the students who had reacted fast enough, but his fist was blocked by the pole she was wielding, and he recoiled from the shock, shaking his hand and whimpering. Subsequently, she planted the sole of her foot squarely in his stomach, and he fell back into his friends.
“Jeez, you guys are really weak. Like seriously, I’m not even trying.” Tucking her pole in the back of her hoodie, she planted her right foot forward, shouted, long and drawn-out, “OFF-BEAT!” and shot a flurry of forceful fists into the crowd of weaklings. The shouting had hardly even been necessary, as they already had terrible guarding, but Jazz was caught up in the moment and not feeling too much like holding herself back. When she was done, the seven or so students that had been standing before her were bruised and beaten fairly badly, to the point where an unlucky one had gotten hit enough times in the mouth to lose a tooth. Jazz stepped back and took a moment to admire her handiwork, and declared, “Anyone wanting to fight me, do so at your own caution, for I AM-”
Once again, the singer’s pride was her downfall, as she left herself open for one of the Favorites to jump in. “Gekitaite!” Using both the palms of his hands, the boy swiftly placed them on the girl’s abdomen, then increased the force upon contact to launch her away. As opposed to doing any actual damage, the technique was really meant only for creating distance between yourself and the opponent, which they had all desperately needed. Sure enough, while Jazz was launched back a couple meters or so, she landed on her feet, with nothing actually damaged by it, aside from her dignity. Which was, perhaps, the worst injury they could have caused to her. Now she was pissed, and that would only add to the power of her attacks. Standing up straight from the crouch she had instinctively fell into mid-air, she clicked her tongue in annoyance, and reached for her staff once again.