School's Out (Brent and Andrew)

[andrew jason locke]

Andrew was stuck. The guy actually had a good point. Should he push it, or just back off? Too late, he was pissed. “Yeah? Well, just so you know, I haven't missed a single one of those dumb magic classes. And they haven't really paid off.” He really needed to stop, but the guy had just dissed on his intelligence, and every shred of work he'd put in finding Carter. “You little fucker...you don't know anything about me!”

Sometimes his brain just decided not to work, and his street days kicked in. It had been a while since he'd used those muscles, but his body remembered what his mind didn't. And the adrenaline that came from being so pissed helped a bit.

He put probably too much energy into the punch. He aimed through the man's face, with his lightning speed that he used to be famous for. Not many people knew about the time he'd spent looking for Carter, as it was rough and he preferred not to talk about it. But one of the things he'd picked up was how to fight. And fight pretty damn well.

[brent zachary mckinney]

Oopsy-daisy, Brent seemed to have said something that had hit a particularly sensitive spot. That gave him a bit of warning that he should back off because, when it came to physical fights, the only thing he was good at was burning people. The idea was too tempting, nonetheless; way too tempting. But Brent knew that he couldn't start a fight because of his profession. However, before he had the chance to either provoke the guy further or back off, Brent received a surprisingly strong punch to the face.

The force of it sent him stumbling backwards, though he was able to stay on his feet unlike the last time a student had attacked him. To be fair, they had been in their wolf form then so the situation wasn't all that similar. Brent's face had kind of gone numb from the hit for a few moments but the pain soon kicked in. That hurt more than he could care to admit. Brent could taste blood and guessed that his nose was bleeding since that was where he was in the most pain.

With one arm, the professor made a weak attempt to stop the blood flow by using his shirt as a makeshift tissue. This had been a bad day to wear a white shirt as it was so noticeably stained scarlet now. Using his free arm, Brent made a slashing moment in the air with his hand that created a small wall of bright flames which he swiftly sent towards his opponent with a small, hidden smile.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Lookie, he's kind of being nice! ✘ Tagged: Andy!

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[andrew jason locke]

The punch had felt good, and bad, and good at the same time. Yes, Andrew had desperately needed to hit something, and the teacher's face was looking pretty good as a target. Still, the fighting brought back bad memories of times in darkness, pain and sorrow. Times he'd rather forget. But, the actual fighting, even back then, was wonderful. Never felt so alive. Moving like an animal, learning to react instead of think, flesh rending flesh, bone breaking bone. It was all instinctive masculinity. And damn, it felt good.

But that didn't mean it was a good idea. This was a magical school, and his opponant was magical. And much more experienced. And probably far more powerful. But hey, he'd learned street fighting on the fly, so maybe magical fights were the same?

Or not. Even with his speed, his upper left shoulder and left jaw were burnt badly. That would definitely scar. Maybe it would be hot? More importantly, it hurt like hell. “Shit,” he managed, trying not to think, just fight.

He threw himself across the room, attempting to change the distance to put off his opponant. Spells he was crap at, except for a few, so his body would have to do. He needed to get close, though, and that was tough. The guy was smart, and he knew it.

[brent zachary mckinney]

A gleeful grin spread across the hybrid's face as he saw the damage he'd inflicted on the blonde. Brent should not be grinning - he wasn't a maniac. Y'know, on a good day. Burning people just made him feel good. There wasn't anything too wrong with that, was there? Fire was fun to manipulate and use to his advantage and it could either make the man's emotions teeter over the edge or calm him. It didn't take a rocket scientist to work out what it was doing now.

Brent's problem was that he didn't know how much damage the kid was capable of doing. If he did turn out to be too powerful for Brent, then he guessed the he may have to resort to shrinking down to his faerie form but that would also mean that he'd be unlikely to be able to attack well due to his size. For now, Brent thought he'd just stay in this form. Who knew, maybe things wouldn't get as bad as part of him were expecting them to?

The student was trying to close the distance between them, Brent had picked up on that. So he could either move around more or create a temporary barrier. Brent didn't have much time to dwell on it since he couldn't predict the younger male's actions. One of the screaming voices in his head was telling him that what he was about to do wasn't the best idea but it involved more fire so Brent couldn't exactly help himself.

He scrambled backwards, essentially trapping himself in a corner. This was seeming like an even worse idea now but the pyromania urged him onwards. Now that Brent was behind the desk in the corner of the classroom, he set the whole thing alight to protect himself. A big problem with that was that he was dangerously close to the flames. With a lot of concentration on his behalf, Brent was able to keep himself from being hurt by forcing them away from his body. He knew that even the slightest lapse in his concentration could highly increase his chance of being injured by his own fire though.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: Lookie, he's kind of being nice! ✘ Tagged: Andy!

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[andrew jason locke]

Well, it wasn't hard to tell that this guy was serious. Not that he wasn't, because by golly gee, Andrew was livid. As in, he would seriously kill the guy right now, teacher or not. Didn't really matter that he might get kicked out of the school, he had a reputation in the streets to uphold. And a pride that the guy basically just pissed on. Well, he could just suck it, because Andrew would get his revenge.

But it wasn't looking to be the best of situations. Dude had just lit the whole fucking classroom on fire. Was that even fair? Andrew had dealt with fire before, yes, but mainly in the kitchen, and not fire that has a mind of its own, with that mind set on destroying him!

He glanced around in the few milliseconds he had before the fire would reach him. No water. Lovely. Okay, things to duck under? Only wood. Fuck. … Window! This wouldn't be pretty, to be sure, but glass would be better than fire. Especially since he had no clue how hot the faerie could make it. The window was not even a foot away, and it was the first floor, so it led out into the gardens. Andrew thrust his wieght through the window, guarding his face with his hands. The glass shattered around him and left cuts all over, but there was no time to think about it.

Okay, avoided fire successfully. But he wasn't going to run from the fight. No, he needed to get the teacher outside with him. At least all he would have to burn is air. So, baiting. Fun.

“Hey, sassy-pants. You're part fire faerie, right? You're flames aren't doin' too much to me, though, so you'd better get out here if you don't wanna be remembered as the 'teacher who lost to the new kid' forever!” It wasn't extremely creative, but his street slang had come back somewhere in the process, so it sounded a lot cooler than it otherwise would have.

[/size]

Outfit

[/b] -------------------------- Clicky!
Notes[/b] -------------------------- ---[/i]
Tagged[/b] -------------------------- Brent[/i]
Song[/b] -------------------------- When You Were Young – Killers[/i]
Credit[/b] -------------------------- Destie~ [/center]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Fuck. Brent had the feeling he would get into a spot of bother over the whole fire-eaten classroom thing but he'd been provoked, for god's sake! You did not aggravate Brent McKinney without expecting him to go awry. He thought everyone knew that. Brent was a capricious man and it was clearly better not to test that for yourself, like this kid had done.

Through the wall of flames and thick smoke emitted from them, the professor was able to make out the student escaping through the haze. Hah, like not following after her had occurred to the crossbreed. However, focusing on what the blonde was saying from out there had caused a breach in Brent's shield. A mixture of reds, oranges and golds slipped forwards to scold his flesh and clothing as the man made a run for it. He was not allowed to lose to this imbecile.

Feeling like some sort of action hero for a matter of moments, Brent jumped out of the window. It only took another moment before he was overtaken by pain again and staggered forward after making impact with the ground as he struggled to keep his balance. That wasn't so much like a hero, he had to admit. The left side of his face stung viciously from where it had just been licked by flames. Brent had forgotten about his nosebleed that had mostly subsided now but that didn't mean he wasn't still hurt by it. Other than that, he was fine. It was just that his clothes had been singed in several places.

Forcing himself to ignore the pain, Brent stalked forwards, his face contorted into a furious snarl. He bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming out and losing it completely (completely-er?), so hard that he could already taste blood. "I will kill you. I fuckin' will!" Brent leered, visibly shaking as he resisted the powerful urge to start another, great fire.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: I'msorryIcan'tstophim. ✘ Tagged: Andy!

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[andrew jason locke]

Success! At least for the moment. The guy had taken the bait, and followed him outside. Which definitely a good thing for Andrew, but also a bad thing. Good thing: teacher can't burn everything around him to dust (probably), and it's much easier to dodge. Bad thing: larger spaces make it harder for him to get close enough. But at least now he had a chance.

He would need more than his fists and feet to win, though. Maybe something metal? Or perhaps a projectile? Andrew glanced around, taking in as much of the scenery as possible in a few moments. A couple trees. Bushes. Lots of grass. Nothing to throw.

Out of nowehere, his concentration was broken by a low growl that chilled him through to the bone. Kill him? As if that was the first time he'd heard that. Didn't make it any easier. Rather, it was worse, since it brought back memories of being beaten bloody and left for dead. Or thown into a river. Or attempted murder that was narrowly escaped through luck. Or magic.

Magic! Duh. He was a sorcerer! Maybe he could pull off a spell or two. They didn't need to powerful, just enough to give him an advantage. But what spells did he know? Almost nothing, outside of the accidental magic he'd pulled off in those dark days.

But it was getting harder to move. The burns were starting to hurt, like a barbed cat's tongue, licking him over and over. The adrenaline was wearing off. He had energy, yes, but it had been awhile since he'd really faught. And the psychological effect wasn't helping. Rather, it was leaving him frozen.

Suddenly, he couldn't move. He was paralyzed. And in a death match, that makes you dead.

[/size]

Outfit

[/b] -------------------------- Clicky!
Notes[/b] -------------------------- ---[/i]
Tagged[/b] -------------------------- Brent[/i]
Song[/b] -------------------------- When You Were Young – Killers[/i]
Credit[/b] -------------------------- Destie~ [/center]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Brent was watching the kid closely in order to check and see what exactly he was going to do next. That was the obvious thing to do; see what his opponent was possibly planning on doing next to try and counter it in whatever way possible. Brent's method was going to be fire, always. He wasn't good with anything else.

Other than that, the student stayed still. By now, he was almost too still. Brent was starting to get a little confused here. Why wasn't he doing anything? Why wasn't he moving? Was he paralysed or something? He could be bluffing, Brent supposed. The hybrid wouldn't put it past someone like him who had the nerve to start a fight with him and damage his precious face.

Brent's confusion gave him a chance to calm down the slightest bit and regain a little common sense. He didn't have it in him to back down now, he couldn't possibly. But he was at least beginning to see that killing could not be an option here, however out of control he was feeling.

Testing whether the guy was simply fucking around with him or not, Brent sent a fireball hurtling towards him. It was pretty small, not enough to do that much damage. Probably.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: I'msorryIcan'tstophim. ✘ Tagged: Andy!

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[andrew jason locke]

This was not a good situation to be in. Why the hell can't I move?! Mentally, he got it, but it still sucked. Hurt, too: felt like lightning, getting shocked from head to toe. At least he wasn't in an unstable position, else he would have fallen face-first and not been able to stop it. There was a name for this...he'd learned it in a health class or something a few years back. Periodic paralysis? No, that was a genetic disease. What was it? Something to do with sudden external influences or something...

Not that Andrew had time to think about it, as another fireball was on its way over to do damage to its target – him. And he couldn't move. Move, dammit! Not much help. The fire hit spot-on, in the middle of his back, burning his shirt up in the process.

Although the damage was severe enough to leave him with blisters for a week or so, one good thing came of it. The shock pushed him to move again. Ignoring his body's nervous-system's screams of “you've been damaged, you've been damaged”, which resulted in extreme pain, he threw himself into a run, getting more distance from his attacker, who had a confused look on his face. The confusion wouldn't last long, though. He needed a plan.

And it came to him. He'd been thinking about it before, too. Magic.

He didn't know a lot of spells, pathetic sorcerer that he was, but there was one that might just work. If he was lucky. He stopped in his tracks, and whirled around on his heels to face his mortal enemy, whipping out his wand from his back pocket, along with a little mirror he always carried around, for hair-straightening purposes. Pointing the wand toward the glass, he muttered a quick “lux”. The wand lit up lovely-like, shining into the mirror brightly. Then, in one motion, he tilted the pocket mirror towards the man's eyes, hoping and praying it would work. He just needed one second of blindness. Just one.

[/size]

Outfit

[/b] -------------------------- Clicky!
Notes[/b] -------------------------- ---[/i]
Tagged[/b] -------------------------- Brent[/i]
Song[/b] -------------------------- When You Were Young – Killers[/i]
Credit[/b] -------------------------- Destie~ [/center]

[brent zachary mckinney]

Right on target! Brent did a mental victory dance that he was quickly running out of energy to physically do. Giving in seemed all the more tempting to him now but, for the most part, his mind was forcing him to continue. He didn't think he'd cope well with the shame of throwing in the towel.

Despite the fact that his attack had done what looked like a fair amount of damage to the student, it also ended up shocking him out of his weird paralysis thing, which sucked. That meant Brent had to start focusing more again even if half of him wanted to curl up and sleep forever. Nope, he wasn't allowed to sod off already because there was a moronic fight that needed winning first.

The kid was a sorcerer. Either that or he liked collecting sticks or was a big Harry Potter nerd or something. Considering that this was Northvale, it was safe to say that Brent was more certain of his first twig-related assumption. He mustn't be too confident in his powers though, Brent realised, or he would've used them already. Brent clung to that hopeful thought because it was making him feel a lot better about this.

Before Brent had the slightest chance of working out what was going on, a bright beam of light was being shone directly into his eyes; effectively rendering him completely blind for a few, long seconds. He scrunched his eyes shut and turned away from the light source, trying not to focus on the harsh stinging he'd been left with.

Outfit: Clicky! ✘ Notes: I'msorryIcan'tstophim. ✘ Tagged: Andy!

[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]