30.Apr.13, 03:13 PM
Earth Science had long since proved that being tired was far, far more dangerous than being tipsy or drunk, and in some cases, even more dangerous than controlled or illegal substances. Oahvakeen was such a one, exhausted beyond his mind's ability to compensate, fully enraged, senseless, high out of his mind on testosterone, and now being provoked.
A new boy had entered, skinny, dark haired, and with a sense of erotic darkness. The man made fun of Oahvakeen, or at least, seemed to be, and mentioned punishments and threats, goading S'Kef towards torture of mind and body. Oahvakeen felt convinced that nothing could be more torturous than the state he was already in right now, that of being laughed at. Oahvakeen was called more things like foolish and with more threats, now.
"You're next then!", he roared. His eyes had begun to become bloodshot at the edges from the lack of sleep and the extra exposure to the air from his overly emotional eye gazes.
He swung his lifted arm back, now. But Tyrrisath was moving, now, too, and towards Oahvakeen. He felt something collide with his stomach, and the force and bulk of it caused him to loose his footing. It was then that he swung, hoping to hit his eye, but the actual punch going towards his large face and jaw. What was he going to do, sit there and cry like a little baby? Give up and loose? No way!
He used one hand on the floor to stand again and with the other hand again attempted to punch Tyrrisath. He was on his feet now and he tried to barrage the dragon's face with fist after fist, as if he were pounding dough into a pliable pastry form, as if Tyrrisath were a Speed Punching Bag.
He reached for the door nearby and and caught the edge of it and pulled. They say that people with adrenaline can do extraordinary things like lift cars off of trapped citizens. Oahvakeen managed to rip off the outer vertical beam the made up the door's end, where it would fit flush against the wall and lock holes, and the piece included the door handle. Wielding a weapon now, he swung it like a baseball bat towards Tyrrisath in a blind rage.
Most of what S'Kef was said was heard but lost by his brain, labeled as more goading and laughter at his expense. He'd show them, he'd show them all.
A new boy had entered, skinny, dark haired, and with a sense of erotic darkness. The man made fun of Oahvakeen, or at least, seemed to be, and mentioned punishments and threats, goading S'Kef towards torture of mind and body. Oahvakeen felt convinced that nothing could be more torturous than the state he was already in right now, that of being laughed at. Oahvakeen was called more things like foolish and with more threats, now.
"You're next then!", he roared. His eyes had begun to become bloodshot at the edges from the lack of sleep and the extra exposure to the air from his overly emotional eye gazes.
He swung his lifted arm back, now. But Tyrrisath was moving, now, too, and towards Oahvakeen. He felt something collide with his stomach, and the force and bulk of it caused him to loose his footing. It was then that he swung, hoping to hit his eye, but the actual punch going towards his large face and jaw. What was he going to do, sit there and cry like a little baby? Give up and loose? No way!
He used one hand on the floor to stand again and with the other hand again attempted to punch Tyrrisath. He was on his feet now and he tried to barrage the dragon's face with fist after fist, as if he were pounding dough into a pliable pastry form, as if Tyrrisath were a Speed Punching Bag.
He reached for the door nearby and and caught the edge of it and pulled. They say that people with adrenaline can do extraordinary things like lift cars off of trapped citizens. Oahvakeen managed to rip off the outer vertical beam the made up the door's end, where it would fit flush against the wall and lock holes, and the piece included the door handle. Wielding a weapon now, he swung it like a baseball bat towards Tyrrisath in a blind rage.
Most of what S'Kef was said was heard but lost by his brain, labeled as more goading and laughter at his expense. He'd show them, he'd show them all.