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Post by corrigan on Apr 26, 2009 17:24:51 GMT -5
There was not much that the big hyena could do to counter the fennec's kick. His head was sent up in the air upon impact, though his body and footing remained in place. He cracked his neck to both sides, sounding much louder than the cracks before the fight. The hyena was fidgeting around with his tongue while his opponent asked a question, ignoring him as he fiddled around. A moment later he spit out a squirt of blood with a canid tooth leading the way. "Ya kiddin'? Your gonna be dead on your ass tired before ya knock me flat! Hell yeah I'm ready to try it again!"
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Post by sinatra on Apr 26, 2009 17:55:56 GMT -5
Looking as the hyena cracked his neck sent a small shudder through Jesse's body. He was never one to listen to cracking bones. As the tooth his the ground along with a splatter of blood, the fennec narrowed his eyes. If it was that easy to knock a tooth out, then this would be easy. "Again? Alright then, if you say so." He moved closer to the brute, his fists raised in a defensive position. I don't think he realized I grew up on these streets, too, [/u] he thought to himself, smirking slightly. As he closed in, he eased into a run, then slid onto his legs, intending on tripping the large furre.[/blockquote][/size][/color] |
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Post by corrigan on May 4, 2009 18:49:20 GMT -5
Behind Corrigan, the flames were quickly consuming the shop. An audience was split into two, half watching the fight and the other half watching the fire. The shop owner was too afraid to try and salvage his shop, not wanting to get caught in harms way.
Out in the distance of the crowd, the hyena could pick up the sound of sirens. Either it was a fire truck or the popo out looking for an arrest or two. "Heh...ya hear that? They coming for your hide" As he finished speaking, he'd just noticed the fennec sliding towards him. In an awkward motion, he lifted his leg out of the way. Clumsily spinning around out of harms way, momentarily passing a look of bewilderment. Snapping back into the heat of the fight, he charged the fennec who was now low on the ground. His giant boot came down, aiming to stomp on the fennec's throat.
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Post by sinatra on May 4, 2009 19:27:13 GMT -5
Jesse could slowly feel the flames heat his fur up past what it should be at, as he slid under the giant hyena. Only realizing now, that he hadn't learned the name of his attackee. The wail of sirens had long since reached his large ears, and were only getting louder by the second. "Coming for my hide you say? I may have dropped my clip, but I'm not the one to set a fucking building on fire!" As he was talking, a boot was coming at his face. His paws reacted quickly, using his skills from defending himself as a good bonus. "Now then," he said, grunting under the weight of the footpaw. "What are we going to do in our current situation? Run? Or get caught?" His paws gripped tighter, his eyebrows furrowing under the strain of the hyena. |
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Post by corrigan on May 5, 2009 5:55:27 GMT -5
The big brute did not want to get caught. He planned out the situation well enough that he could get away with ease. Though this really only consisted of him fleeing on his bike while throwing molotovs. What his plan really depended upon was his abilities on a motorcycle. He could easily escape the popo in their big vehicles, only problem was traffic and pedestrians. Dodging them at high speeds was a sort of art to the more intense bikers, either that or a death wish.
"Yeah, but they'll be wanting to throw you in the coop too! Nobody getting off scott free after emptying a clip in market!" he slightly eased the force trying to push down on Jesse's neck. "I'm not running, maybe driving. You can foot it if you want...unless you wanna throw some cocktails. Your not too fond of the Council Right? Well here's your chance for a free ride, just bust up a few shops that profit them bastards!"
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Post by sinatra on May 5, 2009 7:19:29 GMT -5
As the hyena spoke, his foot slowly started to ease the pressure from Jesse's throat. He coughed a little, glaring up at the monster of a furre. "Yeah, I'll foot it. But throwing molotovs at buildings at random? No thanks! I don't think The Foundry would like that much of a publicity stunt from one of their guys." Using the strength he saved, he pushed the boot up enough to roll from under it, and quickly recovered. Walking calmly towards where he threw his clip, he slipped it back into the handle of his gun and cocked it. Just in case. Smiling up at the hyena, he shoved the gun into the back of his pants and walked over to him, bowing slightly. "Nice to meet ya, 'yena. Though, you didn't get to kick my ass, sorry!" He flashed a cocky grin and put his paws on his hips. |
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Post by corrigan on May 17, 2009 18:36:41 GMT -5
The big brute cocked his head at the mention of the foundry. "Whaydaminute!? Your a foundry boy?" he asked, not really knowing what to think. He was feeling anxious and let down at the same time. This guy could maybe give him some exposure to the foundry. Though, he was now wondering if he really wanted to join this rebel outfit. Publicity stunt? Sounded like they were being way too low profile. The way Corrigan played it was so frontal. Hit, smash, burn, and take any risks that he could. Start riots, get people thinking, and waist away the Council's money. "Well, I guess I'll just have to kick your ass the next time I see ya. Oh and ya can stop callin me 'yena, Core 's good enough." he said, pulling a crumbled up piece of poster from his leather jacket. Unwrapping it into a small band poster that read ,Seven Spade, in large graphic letters at the top. "Here, ya wanna know me, come to any of my shows. Yah don't seem as half bad as I though, heh, and I've been looking to join a rebel outfit anyway." He said, offering the poster of dates to Jesse.
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Post by sinatra on May 25, 2009 10:07:12 GMT -5
Jesse smiled cockily and put his paws on his hips proudly. "Well of course I'm a member of the Foundry! I can kick you ass, right? And you're more than twice my size!" He gave a sly grin that only a fox could and shrugged to... Core's attempt of a threat. "Next time? Oh, next time you won't see my fist before it's right in your eye socket, pup. As the large hyena Core handed him a band poster, he looked over the name and chuckled, quirking a brow at the spotted furre. "I'll be sure to drop by, and if you do want to try and see the Foundry, I'll be walking around town. I've got my connections, obviously." Stuffing the poster--now folded--in his back pocket, he reloaded his gun by putting the clip back into the handle and slapping it in. |
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Post by corrigan on Jun 10, 2009 19:17:14 GMT -5
Wow, for better or worse this little fennec was a cocky fellow. Not that Corrigan was any different. That attitude could swing both ways. Letting others know that you are not one to fuck with, or just pissing them off enough to stab a knife into your gut. He still refused to believe that Jesse could have taken him down. Sure he could have landed more than a few blows, but he'd have to do a heck of a lot more if he wanted to take the big hyena down. He was one of those guys always figured that the bigger furres would win, especially since he was one of the more bigger fellows.
"Alright, sounds like a date. Just don't go pissin' anyone off and getting yourself hurt before then, eh?" he smiled, assuming that the fox was a natural at pissing people off. He hopped on his bike, turned the ignition, and began to rev up his bike. "If you'll excuse me, I got some more buildings to burn."
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