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21 June 2007 @ 01:29 am
[ACTION LOG] Z v. Aaron, for honour and country  
Who: Zaeruapollo, Aaronierro, and Z's roommates if they're around
Where: Zaeruapollo's dorm, moving outside
When: Somewhere between Tuesday and Wednesday, June 19/20
What: The new kid getting friendly!
Warnings: Violence and language. (Particularly, Spanish language.)

Aaronierro Arleri knew it was his duty to prove he was the biggest thug around, wherever he may go. If he didn't impress himself on the bullies right off, they were liable to mistake him for prey; as a half-caste without a father, he was an easy mark for mocking. Not after anyone felt his roundhouse kicks, however. He was badass.

Now this pink-haired twerp who had been the first to "welcome" him to Gotei, was obviously a bully, so Aaron knew he had to shut him down and fast. The twerp had given him a moment of doubt, however; how many other Spanish speakers was he going to run across here? The guy almost felt like a piece of home. Aaronierro sort of hoped he could still be friendly with the guy after beating him to a pulp.

For the moment, however, he was not going to play friendly, but show his worst side. He banged on the door of Room 3 on the first floor before throwing it open. "You. Rosa. You and me, outside, pronto."
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: Sphincter Says What?octava_espada on June 21st, 2007 06:38 am (UTC)
Zaeruapollo's gaze drifted lazily towards the door; so, that loud idiota had actually made good on his threat. Surprising. The average person was just a lot of talk, after all... no gumption, no follow-through, doomed forever to mediocrity. Not that this kid was likely any different... he just had more of a death wish.

"What, might I ask, is so fascinating, that you must drag me outside to see it, mono?" He knew the loudmouth's intentions, of course; this was merely a test, to see how well he could be made to dance.
Aaronierro Arleri: You're cruisin' for a bruisin'.facelessrequiem on June 21st, 2007 06:45 am (UTC)
Aaronierro's eye twitched, then Aaronierro's whole face went as red as the rising sun.

Then, Aaronierro's hand shot out to grab a fistful of that ridiculous pink hair. "You know what, hueco. I'm here to show you my fists, and there ain't room in here. We're going outside."
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: Deathgazeoctava_espada on June 21st, 2007 06:52 am (UTC)
Z reacted swiftly, his own hand reaching low, and forming a claw at Aaronierro's genitals. "As you wish. However, if you wish to remain the man you seem so desperate to prove you are... then, you will release my hair." Most men would be incapable of crushing another man's testicles in their fists, out of sheer empathic pain; luckily, Zaeruapollo Grantz possessed not a single empathic bone in his body.
Aaronierro Arleri: What'd'ya mean I look familiar?facelessrequiem on June 21st, 2007 06:59 am (UTC)
Aaronierro was a brave punk, but he was no fool. Allowing someone to squeeze the life out of his primary testosterone-producing gland... would be akin to killing the goose who laid the golden eggs, for his fighting prowess. He opened his fist. "So be it, hueco. But see if once we're outside, I don't pull your hair out to see what colour the root is."
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: You Think I'm Sexy And You're Rightoctava_espada on June 21st, 2007 07:01 am (UTC)
"If you are able, then, by all means... Likewise, do not be surprised if I pull out a bone, that I might measure its tensile strength." A joke, of course... why would he bother removing the bone first?

"Lead on, mono."
Aaronierro Arleri: You're cruisin' for a bruisin'.facelessrequiem on June 22nd, 2007 04:10 am (UTC)
"The only bone you're gonna get out of me is the boner you had from groping me, hueco," Aaronierro snapped, as he did an about-face to stomp out of the dorm. He didn't mean to get so personal; he did want to get to know this boy after the beating, after all. This guy was doing a good job of pissing him off.

He got as far as the lawn beside the dormitory before reeling on the other guy. "I want you to know, before I take you down, my name is Aaronierro Arleri. Not mono."
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: It's Not The Heat It's The Humilityoctava_espada on June 22nd, 2007 06:17 am (UTC)
Zaeruapollo regarded Aaronierro skeptically; this kid was supposed to be a mestizo? He looked more stereotypically Japanese than some of the pure-blooded slant-eyes he'd lived his life amongst.

Then again, Z, himself, looked about as Asian as George Burns, so appearances didn't seem to count for a whole lot...

"While we are establishing a first-name association, Arleri-kun, you may cease with the hueco business. My name is Zaeruapollo Grantz." A bow of mock humility accompanied the statement, as if to say 'at your service'.
Aaronierro Arleri: You wanna piece a' this?facelessrequiem on June 22nd, 2007 06:39 am (UTC)
Aaron snorted. "Man, if I didn't have to beat you up for being a stuck-up hueco, I'd sure as hell beat you up for that name o' yours. Your parents hate you or something?" It was a rhetorical question, because Aaronierro immediately followed it up by shifting his legs into an open, rooted stance, to ground himself for the first punch he threw. The key was fluidity; the fist coming out guarded his face, his other ready fist guarded his pelvis and stomach, his front leg bore little weight and was ready to snap up and kick.
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: It's Go Timeoctava_espada on June 22nd, 2007 06:46 am (UTC)
"I could say that I don't know," Z responded, evenly, "but it would be more accurate to say that I don't care." His parents were weak of body and of will... useless hunks of meat.

As he said this, Zaeruapollo assumed a standard Wing Chun ready position: standing up straight, one hand at his waist, the other hand forward and palm-up, though balled into a fist. He slowly walked towards Aaron, ready to launch a Cutting Fist strike with any of his limbs. He just had to let the child strike first... the moment one attacks is the moment at which ones defenses are weakest, after all.
Aaronierro Arleri: You're cruisin' for a bruisin'.facelessrequiem on June 22nd, 2007 06:51 am (UTC)
Aaron waited for the other boy to approach; he had his weight comfortably distributed to start the dance of arse-kicking with Zaeruapollo, and he had his first move ready. Moving on his own initiative would upset his balance. And so he waited until his opponent was in arm's reach before throwing a punch at his temple, with the hand that was guarding his own face.
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: Confidence Is My Middle Nameoctava_espada on June 22nd, 2007 07:07 am (UTC)
Zae reacted freakishly fast, his left hand striking at Aaronierro's face, it's path just inside that of his opponent's strike; ideally, the point of this technique, the renowned Cutting Fist of Wing Chun, was to defend and attack with a single maneuver, simultaneously pushing Aaron's fist away harmlessly, and dealing him a vicious blow to the nose.

"What's wrong, Arleri-kun... not so talkative during a fight?" Really... what was the point in clamming up once the fists started flying? If one couldn't multitask effectively, then one probably lacked the mental finesse to excel in anything.
Aaronierro Arleri: You're cruisin' for a bruisin'.facelessrequiem on June 22nd, 2007 07:32 am (UTC)
Were Aaronierro as inhumanly fast as Zaeruapollo, he might have brought up his left hand to catch Z's oncoming arm round the wrist. Unfortunately, Aaron was not Superman tonight, so he took the punch straight in the nose. The beauty of his stance, however, was that with his back leg so firmly grounded, he did not reel. On the contrary, he immediately launched a counterattack, sweeping his front leg up jab a kidney at the same time his right hand flew back to his nose. "This aid't Barco Polo, Rosa. Aid't dothidg to talk about!"
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: I'm Smiling Because I Hate Youoctava_espada on June 22nd, 2007 07:44 am (UTC)
Z brought his own hand back, placing it on his right fist; then, he quickly squatted, while simultaneously bringing his hands up, and then forcing them downwards, in a rather speedy elbow drop, aimed at the striking leg.

He felt... good. No, better than good... he felt strong. Stronger than he'd ever felt. Reaction time, sheer speed... it was like Aaronierro was moving in slow motion.

Aizen really HAD done something useful. Surprising.
Aaronierro Arleri: Fuck the what?facelessrequiem on June 22nd, 2007 07:56 am (UTC)
Aaronierro was startled again by Zaeruapollo's reaction time. He was also lacking a firm center of gravity, as it was shifting to accomodate the kick that was just frustrated. He dropped to his other knee, and tried to swing his caught leg out from under Z's elbow. "What kind of freak are you!?" he bellowed as he reached to twist one of Z's wrists. It was no calculated move, this. He was likely to be caught by Z's other hand, so close. He didn't have a choice; Z's front was entirely protected by his arms now, and Aaron's legs were in no position to strike out.
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: It's Go Timeoctava_espada on June 22nd, 2007 08:02 am (UTC)
As soon as Aaronierro started reaching for Zaeruapollo's wrist, Z raised his arms, releasing A's leg; simultaneously, he sprang up on his left leg, as fast as he could, while aiming his right knee at Aaronierro's jaw.

"What's wrong, Arleri-kun?" he responded. "Never faced a proper opponent before?"
Aaronierro Arleri: What'd'ya mean I look familiar?facelessrequiem on June 22nd, 2007 08:16 am (UTC)
A mass of uncentered and uncoordinated limbs, Aaronierro had no steadying point to prevent him reeling back this time, straight onto his back. His jaw... was almost certainly cracked. What was this freakazoid on!? Afraid to move his jaw and yet determined not to give this guy a point for knocking him insensible, he mumbled a succinct caveat through his lips-- prove he wasn't down yet. "Eat proper opponents f'r breakfast..."
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: Sphincter Says What?octava_espada on June 22nd, 2007 08:25 am (UTC)
"Indeed... and you claimed I was a hueco. How ironic." Of course, Z knew what A meant... but, it was more fun to pretend not to, really. "Will you stand, or shall I beat you while you recline?" It didn't really matter, of course; one way or another, Zae was going to beat Aaron, but GOOD.

It only remained to be seen if he would take a hit before the fight was done.
Aaronierro Arleri: Fuck the what?facelessrequiem on June 22nd, 2007 08:38 am (UTC)
"Said eat breakfast," Aaronierro mumbled, "not dicks." And he was not about to take a loss so easily, not when he had never lost before. He lumbered to his feet, cupping his own chin in one hand. Nothing was shifting around unduly; perhaps it was a mere fracture, and he would be lucky enough to miss out on having his jaw wired after this. "Still got to check your hair. 'S not over yet." He took his stance again, feebly.
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: It's Go Timeoctava_espada on June 24th, 2007 06:40 am (UTC)
Zaeruapollo's smirk grew; this idiota seriously believed he had a chance, even after all he had taken? Madness!

Time to... correct him.

Z resumed his ready position, and wasted no time in sending a straight punch from his palm-up hand at Aaronierro's chest. However, when it was nearing impact with his ribcage, the punch changed, becoming an uppercut aimed at the same point he previously struck Aaron's jaw. That ought to teach him.
Aaronierro Arleri: You wanna piece a' this?facelessrequiem on June 24th, 2007 07:13 am (UTC)
Aaron's eyes widened as the fist came at him like a bullet. Not caring if it appeared timid, or even outright cowardly, he ducked, turning his entire body away and drawing his front leg into a more closed stance. He couldn't be sure he'd completely avoid the impact, but there was more to deaden the blow on his back, assuming Z couldn't make a split-second precision hit on his spine.

When he felt the punch sweep up, he was doubly glad to have guarded his front.

He glanced over his shoulder to gain his bearings for his next move. Was that guy drawing his fist back palm side up? Had he punched that way? Aaron was intrigued for a nanosecond, though he knew he didn't have even that long against this opponent. He swept back around to face the hueco, his left leg already up to swing at Z like a baseball bat.

Aaron's roundhouse kicks were usually home runs, and Diablo, did he need one of those right now.
Szayel-Aporro Grantz: I'm Smiling Because I Hate Youoctava_espada on June 25th, 2007 07:27 am (UTC)
Zae threw an arm up to block, but not quite fast enough; he was at superhuman levels, currently, but that didn't make him a god. The impact of the toes on his skull stung rather fiercely, but it wasn't important. The important thing was: Aaronierro was open. Zae struck at him with what began as a knee to the chest, but quickly turned into a snap-kick at the jaw. This was for the big finish...
Aaronierro Arleri: Fuck the what?facelessrequiem on June 26th, 2007 01:39 am (UTC)
((Surprise buttsex tag!))

Aaron was fortunate, in that given the fluidity of both their positions, the kick did not land quite where it was meant to. His jawbone was spared, and so was Aaron, of months of sipping food through straws.

The kick, however, wasn't far off the mark, and Aaron felt the other boy's foot literally in his mouth. He backpedaled as fast as his kicking leg could come down, and spat on the ground. "I know what you were doing, you freak! Didn't your sensei ever tell you THROAT STRIKES ARE FOR KILLING?"

Suddenly he didn't care about his potentially fractured jaw, his busted lip, bleeding nose, or possible need for dentures in his future. Suddenly, he was pumped again. He took a new stance and made two lunging strides forward to build momentum behind the fist he threw at the freak's face.