Raymond roamed the halls at a leisurely pace, his head darting around the area as non-fighters were scampering out of what was to become a battlefield and into their dorms. Their reactions alone gave Ray a glimpse on how intense things were gonna get in the following hours. He also noticed two other guys tailing him from behind. He was told that was not uncommon. Usually the organized members, those who belonged into factions, set their eyes on loners a few minutes before the Rumble started and then easily dismantled them seconds after the gong, before advancing on to take out the big fish. Stopping his walk, Ray knelt down, pretending to tie his shoe as he targeted both of the potential assailants with the corner of his eye. They didn't stop by his side. They simply advanced forward, casually conversing with each other, leading Sakamura to believe that he was a bit too quick to judge.
The gong rang and with it so did Ray's head as one of his assailants launched a blow. Nope. He was right. They were after him. He fell down on the tiles, dazed and visibly annoyed by the large quantity of bees who had settled into his inner ear. He shook his head and did his best to get up, but a sharp pain on his stomach took him back to square one as it dawned him that the other guy had kicked him in the same manner one kicks a soccer ball.
"See, I told you this would work?", the guy on the left said to his buddy as they both stood over the overwhelmed Ray.
"Yeah, yeah, now let's finish him off. We've got work to do.", the other responded, annoyance detected in his tone. He then took a few steps towards Raymond and lifted his leg up, preparing to stomp him. That was the first time that Raymond was in the receiving end of a beatdown and as long as he was around this school, he had a feeling it wasn't gonna be his last. However, that didn't mean that he was gonna simply stand there like a deer caught in headlights. Adrenaline surged through his body as he intercepted the attacker's leg with both of his hands, and used his feet to kick his other leg, throwing him off balance as he fell face first into the floor, near Ray's shoulder. Lifting his right hand up, he elbowed him in the back of his head as blood splattered and a tile got slightly cracked. He did a kip up, a move he always wanted to try in a battle situation, but never got the chance and then lunged at the other attacker, who was actively moving away from him. Just when he thought he had him, he felt the assailant's hand gripping HIS hand and then the entire area began to spin. He could even see the ceiling for a split second before falling down on the cold floor. "Judo club, huh?", he thought, still feeling the tightening grip on his hand. He should have known from the beginning they were part of the Fighters faction. He was told that those guys had very poor impulse control.
Releasing himself from the man's grip, he turned around and elbowed him to the stomach, causing him to bend forward. He then launched a drop kick to his head and watched as he struggled to balance himself, then failed, then hit the nearby wall. For the sake of old times, he decided to stomp his head a couple of times just to make sure. Pausing to catch his breath, he looked around to see if there were any more enemies. He could hear the distant sound of yelling and fighting, but nothing near his area. Looking down on his fallen attackers, a smirk formed on his face, showing genuine pleasure for the first time in a few weeks.
"I'm back, bitches!", he quipped, his eyes all lit up with glee, before moving forward to see where the commotion was coming from.
The gong rang and with it so did Ray's head as one of his assailants launched a blow. Nope. He was right. They were after him. He fell down on the tiles, dazed and visibly annoyed by the large quantity of bees who had settled into his inner ear. He shook his head and did his best to get up, but a sharp pain on his stomach took him back to square one as it dawned him that the other guy had kicked him in the same manner one kicks a soccer ball.
"See, I told you this would work?", the guy on the left said to his buddy as they both stood over the overwhelmed Ray.
"Yeah, yeah, now let's finish him off. We've got work to do.", the other responded, annoyance detected in his tone. He then took a few steps towards Raymond and lifted his leg up, preparing to stomp him. That was the first time that Raymond was in the receiving end of a beatdown and as long as he was around this school, he had a feeling it wasn't gonna be his last. However, that didn't mean that he was gonna simply stand there like a deer caught in headlights. Adrenaline surged through his body as he intercepted the attacker's leg with both of his hands, and used his feet to kick his other leg, throwing him off balance as he fell face first into the floor, near Ray's shoulder. Lifting his right hand up, he elbowed him in the back of his head as blood splattered and a tile got slightly cracked. He did a kip up, a move he always wanted to try in a battle situation, but never got the chance and then lunged at the other attacker, who was actively moving away from him. Just when he thought he had him, he felt the assailant's hand gripping HIS hand and then the entire area began to spin. He could even see the ceiling for a split second before falling down on the cold floor. "Judo club, huh?", he thought, still feeling the tightening grip on his hand. He should have known from the beginning they were part of the Fighters faction. He was told that those guys had very poor impulse control.
Releasing himself from the man's grip, he turned around and elbowed him to the stomach, causing him to bend forward. He then launched a drop kick to his head and watched as he struggled to balance himself, then failed, then hit the nearby wall. For the sake of old times, he decided to stomp his head a couple of times just to make sure. Pausing to catch his breath, he looked around to see if there were any more enemies. He could hear the distant sound of yelling and fighting, but nothing near his area. Looking down on his fallen attackers, a smirk formed on his face, showing genuine pleasure for the first time in a few weeks.
"I'm back, bitches!", he quipped, his eyes all lit up with glee, before moving forward to see where the commotion was coming from.
