The not so epic battle (Atma-Noah vs LocoColt04)

[Atma-Noah]

Flinn had once again found himself with a cigarette in his mouth walking in the smog of the town, down the same old streets, cutting through the same familiar alleys, and looking up at the same smokescreen of a sky. His hands in his pockets. One fidgeted with his lighter. His mind began to trace back over what had happened only moments ago.

"I can't take it anymore! I'm sorry Flinn. I just can't handle it. Is there just no time for me in your life anymore? You so absorbed by that!"

The young woman said pointing at a rugged looking book. Flinn tried to hold his emotions in check but struggled. He didn't understand. What did she mean no time for her? He had tried his best to spend time with her but she knew his job came first. Being assigned to the Journals was spectacular.

"I'm sorry....." Flinn managed to say as he shut the book he was reading. He looked up at her tear stained face.

"If I don't make you happy enough you can leave. Walk out find someone who will spend more time with you, buy you what you want, give you everything you need. Go find him and be happy. The sooner the better by the way you sound. Go be happy."

"Don't be like that Flinn. Please not like this. Please Flinn no..."

"Look! I can't give you what you want so go find someone who can. Don't give me that look. Leave! Begone! Get out of here!"

Flinn raised his voice as she picked up her things and ran.

He stopped playing with the lighter and looked over his shoulder. He could've sworn someone was behind him. Shaking his head he looked up from his feet. The same park that Flinn had come to as a child laid before him. He remembered coming here with his friends and family when he was younger. Times had changed the park. No longer was it filled with children. In their stead was the familiar silence. Flinn had long ago come to enjoy the silence.

Flinn walked through the park remembering fond memories and not so fond ones. He chuckled and stopped by the swing set. The swings gentle swaying back and forth. Flinn took a seat and swung. Not thinking he just swung. His mind if only for a moment was free from the troubles that bound him to the mortal plane where he walked.

He snapped back to reality realizing what he was doing he got up and shook his head. Again he got the feeling someone else was there with him. This time he was right though.

"Who's there?" Flinn called out.

[LocoColt04]

{{OOC: Sorry sorry sorry for the delay! School fulltime + work fulltime = minimal freetime. Oh, and for anyone unaware of this, I asked Atma to choose my character for me, and he selected Jax.}}



"Who's there?" Flinn called out.

"You know, it's not polite to scream at a lady like that, buddy."

Jax stepped forth, out of the shadows. Flinn looked frustrated at the unwelcome interruption, but Jax gave him no time to formulate a response.

"By the way, Flinn, I'm Jax. How do I know your name? Simple. The lovely young lady you just scared off was whimpering it at you. Now, that leaves only one more question you could possibly ask. Why am I here, correct? See that little book you're holding? Rumor has it, it's the cause of all your problems. I'm curious as to just what's hidden inside. Mind if I take a look, or will I have to knock you senseless and take it myself?"

Though there was silence, Jax could tell Flinn was steaming.

"Very well then, ready yourself. I hate to fight an unarmed man with a weapon, so I think I'll set this aside... for now, anyway."

Walking over to a nearby bench, Jax kept an eye on Flinn as he prepared to fight. He set his sword beneath it, and proceeded to tighten his armguards. If nothing else, I could always knock him unconscious with these, he thought. As he wandered nonchalantly back toward Flinn, his white vest seemed to glow in the harsh park lighting. The setting was hardly romantic.

Without any form of notice, Jax rushed blindly toward Flinn in quite a novice fashion. Hoping to catch him off guard, he halted a meter and a half away, shifting his momentum into his lower body. He dropped to the ground and slid, hoping to take Flinn out at the shins.

[Atma-Noah]

Flinn hearing Jax's words placed the book he was carrying in one of the inside pockets of his trenchcoat. He then took off the coat itself and tossed it a few feet to his right. He must have been a bit slow though because when he turned back towards Jax it was too late. Jax slid into his shins and knocked Flinn's feet from under him.

Flinn landed on his left shoulder and forced a roll to make some distance between the two. Getting to his feet he quickly turned around towards Jax.

"Not much for talking eh?" Flinn said sarcastically as he put his right hand on his left shoulder and shook off the pain. He quickly took a more pensive tone when he spoke again. "Your right about one thing Jax. If you want that book your going to have to take it by force."

Flinn stopped shaking his left arm. Flinn noticed his glasses had slipped down his nose and bushed them back up. "Prepare yourself Jax. This isn't going to be a walk in the park if you catch my drift." Finishing his sentence Flinn sprinted towards his opponent.

When Flinn was close enough he back flipped hoping to catch Jax in the chin. Before his feet hit the ground however, Flinn was already beginning his next attack. He focused as much energy as he could into the balls of his feet before the touched the ground. When the energy did release it caused a tremor which shook the park. The swing set had become ungrounded a crashed towards the ground and the street lights flickered.

Dammit! I couldn't focus it well enough to go towards Jax. It spread out into a wider pattern. Flinn knew he had to follow up so he began to focus energy into his left palm. Feeling he had focused enough he slammed his fist into the ground causing a bigger tremor that pushed towards Jax.