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[André]

OOC: Spectators are allowed. However it is strongly advised you stay the hall away and don't interfere. If you do I will hurt you. Or if your lucky Hiei will just order you off.

Facing forward with his feet about shoulders' width apart André stepped forward on his left leg with his knee bent, his back leg straight. He had two students in front of him. Both of which looking insanely frustrated that a student a year younger than them could somehow insult and taunt them without any fear. Or understand why he would.

Driving his rear foot forward strongly, the same-side hand held as an upturned fist at his side, André punched forward with the same-side hand as his rear foot lands forward. Pulling his other hand back into an upturned fist against his opposing side at the same time. This added power to the punch. It crashed into the taller students midsection with enough force to steal the breath from his lungs and landed him sprawled on his back.

André retracted his punch immediately to strike or defend from a guarded fighting position. The other student was trying to do something with his hands and André saw that an energy that looked almost like wind wrapped around the boys arm. With an expression of pure derision the boy sent an untrained haymaker with the power of an ALICE wrapped around his arm. However it would do him no good.

André anticipated the punch and wrapped his left hand around the attackers wrist, tugged down and to the right, opening his opponents side to attack and throwing him off balance. However the thing that would really gain attention in this would be the fact the wind broke over his hand visibly, as though it was afraid to touch his skin.

André swung his rear leg forward and bent his knee to a 90-degree angle, drove the knee directly into the target, using the hips and standing leg as leverage to deliver a powerful knee strike into the unguarded opponent who was moving into the blow thanks to the block he had chosen. The blow crushed into the unprotected area just bellow the rib cage. With an audible rattled gasp the boy slid over the knee and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach.

André returned his striking leg to its original position and stepped back casually without looking at his downed targets.

"Il est trop facile."

[Hiei]

It was another day in the Academy. A day-off, to be precise. Considering it was Christmas and graduation day was close, there were plenty of day-offs to allow both the council and the staff to settle things out for the following year. Still, that didn't stop the students. Most of them still went to the Academy building compoud for all kinds of reason. Some came to hang out with their friends, others came to study in the library, a few went to play in the gym and the remaining students simply came for the sake of it. Whatever he was supposed to do that day, Hiei simply couldn't care. He had just left the school compound after meeting up with a few teachers and was then making his way to the cafeteria to get something to eat.

The student president was wearing a plain dark green shirt. It was winter and that meant cold temperatures. He came ready. Over the shirt was a fur-collared black leather jacket, unzipped and let hung over his shoulders. The sleeves of the leather jacket reached down to his hands, to the base of his thumb. A pair of black pants complimented the black leather jacket, the pants kept in place by a brown beld hidden by his shirt. And lastly, his Converse white red-soled sneakers. Placing his hands in his pockets, he dropped his head as he walked, letting out a sigh, his crimson-tipped raven hair bouncing with this simple movement. Yes, his hair was spiky, but it was not gelled. Some people were gifted with naturally spiky hair, it seemed.

And then, he stopped in his tracks as he heard his name being called. He lifted up his head, his red eyes gazing forward as he noticed a student running towards him, worry evident in her face. Tilting his head slightly in confusion, Hiei started to pace towards her. When the two finally reached other, the girl bent over first, her head dropped as she tried to regain her breathe. Hiei looked at her for a moment, before finally starting the inevitable conversation.

"What is it?"
"The-There's a student! And-and he's beating up our seniors!"

Hiei turned serious. A student beating up the seniors was something that was rather unheard of. No one dared to attack the seniors, considering that they were older and of course, that meant more experience with thier Alices. Whoever this student was had to be strong and dangerous. Under his request, the student then led him to the scene. Hiei pulled his hands out of his pockets as he ran behind the girl, stretching his right arm outwards as he focused himself. Then, he freed Dark Dragon from its cell. He felt a tingling sensation in his right arm, followed by warmth. It was the familiar feeling of the demon placing his mark on his host. Hiei was ready.

And soon, they reached the scene. Hiei noticed that a crowd had gathered around their destination and it took him a while to shove his way through. Upon reaching the first layer of students, he noticed the seniors lying on the ground and clutching their torsoes and another student standing before the two, taking a fighting stance of sorts. Hiei furrowed his eyebrows. Did he just use physical attacks on these seniors? He had expected something more messy, considering the existence of Alice. Well, he was about to find out. Stepping out of the crowd with an outstretched right arm and his left hand on his right shoulder, he made his presence known.

"You there. I don't know who you are and why you are doing this but this act of violence has got to stop. I demand it."

Hopefully, he did not have to use force. If he did, he already had Dark Dragon ready.

[André]

André had found himself in the center of a small gathering of onlookers. All looked shocked, angry, frightened, or simply looked as though they couldn't comprehend why André would lay out two Seniors. Or how. But he only vaguely scanned them with his crystal gray eyes that lacked human warmth or emotion. It kept any others from trying to step in and aid the two downed Seniors. Until...

You there. I don't know who you are and why you are doing this but this act of violence has got to stop. I demand it.

André turned his cold eyes to this person and smoothly turned his body to aim his stance with the other boy. André was not intimidated. If nothing else he just looked colder than he had been before hand. "Égoïste fou. Who are you to order me? Do you believe yourself my superior?" His face wrinkled slightly in a silent laugh of derision. Not only would he not be stopping he had found himself a new target.

"As the movies some. Make me."

[Hiei]

Well, looks like it did have to come to that. Hiei gritted his teeth in frustration. Something told the Student President that words were not going to be enough to bring the student to stand down. He lowered both arms now. The students seemed to have gotten the message too, as they started to spread outwards, giving Hiei and the boy in front of him more space. Taking a deep breathe, he started to concentrate once more, this time on the mark that was located at his right arm. He felt it started to heat up.

Yes, he was going to summon the Dark Dragon. Whatever Alice this boy had, it seemed to be powerful enough to bring down two seniors. Hiei needed to be on the safe side, just in case. True, he was a tad bit overreacting, but Hiei had fought many opponents, despite his age. He had learned that in combat, one can never take risk or understimate the enemy. Glaring deep into his opponent's eyes, he spoke once more.

"I wished it never had to come to this, but if you say so..."

And then, he jerked his right arm outwards. The moment his arm reached its limit, a black snake emerged from the sleeve of his leather jacket, the tip taking the shape of a Dragon head. It turned and started to rise up into the air until it finally reached a length of ten feet. The Dark Dragon had been summoned. Hiei's right arm dropped and hung by his shoulders limply. His arm muscles were slightly aching under the pressure. This was the cost of summoning the demon, he guessed.

The Dark Dragon then took shape, his red eyes glaring into Andre's. Murmurs and whispers came from the crowd as Hiei regained his composure, placing his right hand on the side of the Dark Dragon. The demon had four feet of its body on the ground, the rest rising upwards like a tower. It was limb-less, like a snake. No, he was not going to him that hard at all, but hard enough to knock some sense into him. Hiei then outstretched its left arm towards Andre.

The demon roared, before diving downwards at the smaller student. It was simply going to be a collision. Now, having being defeated two seniors, it would not be too hard stopping a demon. Though, Hiei wondered. How?

[André]

André watched with his cold crystal gray eyes. His expression betraying nothing. Without compunction, feeling, showing no enthusiasm or anxiety. Completely blank. The picture of intimidation considering the one who was going to attempt to stop him was obviously someone who thought himself important and strong enough to take André down.

Even when his opponent showed his beyond average ability there was only the slightest change. His face wrinkled just slightly in a silent derisive laugh. What his opponent assumed was his advantage was actually André's. He simply didn't know it just yet. But that would come. He waited for the proper moment to show this however.

'There is the chance.'

André pushed off his back foot and started his run forward in a simultaneous movement with the demons forward drive. Gasps of fear echoed around the ring of onlookers. Likely fearing a fatality or the view of André's mangled body in the next second. The female students clutched to their own arms, hugging themselvs, and the males leaned forward as though they wanted to intervene but could not bring themselvs too.

André's expression had not changed.

The demons nose struck André's chest. Gasps turned to screams as the sound of a sudden explosion rocked the hallway and instantly began to spread in three directions without the physical shock wave that would mean a actual explosion. Where the demon had come and to either side of Andre was blinded with the black smoke. Only those directly behind him could stare on in disbelief as they saw what was happening.

André emerged from the black smoke just in front of the shocked Hiei, stepped forward on his left leg with his knee bent, his back leg straight. Driving his rear foot forward strongly, ready to close the distance, the same-side hand held as an upturned fist at his side. André punched forward with the same-side hand as his rear foot lands forward, just between Hiei's legs. Pulling his other hand back into an upturned fist against his opposing side at the same time. This added power to the punch.

Punching through his opponent the blow would land directly in the solar plexus into the other boys midsection with enough force to steal the breath from his lungs for several seconds, perhaps break a rib, and land him sprawled on his back several feet away. André would retract his punch immediately after to defend from a guarded fighting position.

André's expression had still not changed.

[Hiei]

Hiei's eyes widened. What was the boy think he was doing, charging head-on at the Dragon like that? Wait. He had almost forgotten. He was not the only one with an Alice. He kept the Dragon steady as it let out another roar, before finally colliding with Andre. What happened next was totally not what Hiei expected. The Dark Dragon, a demon in his own rights, suddenly disappeared into a burst of black smoke. Now, Hiei was thrown into a confused and shock trance as he stared blankly at the smoke in front of him. And then, he was awakened as he felt a sharp burning pain on his right arm, causing him to lean forward as his left hand came up to grab his right bicep, clutching it hard as he braced the pain.

What the heck just happened?

The sound of surprised yelps and gasps emerged from the crowd as Andre emerged from the black smoke, the Student President looking up only to see the male's fist rocketting towards his torso. It hit without any resistence whatsoever and the Student President found himself soaring backwards and off his feet. Landing on his upper back, he rolled backwards, before finally coming to a stop on his stomach. More murmers and whispers emerged from the crowd, which was starting to get a little irritating. Hiei propped himself up to his palms and his knees, taking deep breathes as he tried to ease the pain on both his right arm and his chest. He looked up at the student, getting himself onto both knees only, his left hand clutching his right arm.

What the hell happened?
I don't know. I felt something, like a force. I was pulled back to you.
What could it be?
I'm not sure yet, but I do know that Alice seems to be useless on him. That'll explain both my disappearance and how he was able to defeat the seniors.
We'll take on that inference first, then. Looks like it's time to go physical.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he sealed the Dark Dragon. If he kept the demon released inside him, he would only start to sap his energy. And something told Hiei that this was going to be no easy fight. Now, even without his Alice, Hiei was still a formidable force. He had been thought a couple of things about close-range combat by his old sensei. An all-rounded fighting style that was actually a hybrid on Tae Kwon Do and Judo that complimented the effects of having Alices like him.

With that said, Hiei got into stance. This time, he was ready. He shifted his right foot back, his left foot taking the lead. Both feet pointed at the same direction, his torso shifting to face his right. He lifted up both hands, one arm higher than the other as he started to shift his weight from one leg to the other. He was somewhat thankeful that he was wearing a leather jacket. Any damage done to his sides, back or his arms would be slightly cushioned by the natural properties of leather. Well, time to focus on the fight. Hiei concentrated both eyes on his opponent, waiting for him to make the move again.

"Come."

[André]

André was surprised that his downed target could actually move after such a crushing blow. The solar plexus is a center for nerves that control the respiratory system. A blow to this location is painful and can take the breath from the opponent. A powerful blow causes unconsciousness by shock to the nerve center. It was amazing that his opponent was still conscious after the shock his nerve center had just taken. Having been lifted off his feet and then tumbling to his stomach it was not expected that he would get up.

André wasn't going to wait for his opponent to be ready before continuing if he was going to get up. When his opponent managed to prop himself up with his palms and knees, trying to regain his breath in the hunched position, André was already running after him having seen his opponent attempting to stand. He arrived in front of the boy just about the time he had managed to get himself onto both knees was just starting to look up while clutching his right arm, making him unable to react fast enough to stop André.

André controlled his opponent by grabbing behind his head with both hands and forcefully pushing his head down. At the same time André pushed his hip forward to aid in the power of the strike and brought his knee up to smash into his opponents face. When properly executed, like this, the knee strike to the face is a devastating technique that can cause serious injury to the opponent. This was a show of not only his desire for victory but how truly vicious André's Father had trained him to be.

[Hiei]

Unfortunately for the President, by the time he got on his knees, the student was already attack. And Hiei was still trying to clear himself out. His eyes widened as he noticed the knee heading towards his face. It was all up to him now. There were two targets that Hiei could provide for the inevitable knee strike. He could let his nose get smashed into his skull or he could take it on his forehead and get knocked out for a moment. He didn't have much time to think, so he instinctively moved, pulling his own neck downwards as he took the blow on his forehead.

He felt his head rattle, his vision fade like a thick glass was suddenly placed over his eyes. His mouth gaped open, his arms dropping by his side as he lost control over his body. Although it felt slow to him, the process of getting knocked out happened much, much faster in real-time. He felt his head get light, followed by a quick surge of pain. And then, he saw white, his whole body suddenly feeling numb. It didn't take long for him to see black. He was knocked out before he even landed on the ground.

Fortunately for the Student President, he was somewhat accustomed to pain and when he landed on the ground, the impact seemed to be enough to wake him back to conciousness. This time, he didn't move at all, though. He simply laid there, his eyes open yet blank as he stared lifelessly into the sky. He couldn't feel his body. He couldn't feel his head. Just like that, he was already beaten.

Gasps aroused from the crowd as they watched their Student President, the supposed-to-be strongest student among them, getting defeated in such a short period of time. A common question filled their heads. What was going to happen next?

[Rosielle]

No, she was not there to begin with nor she has encounter that faithful event. She simply took a walk around the campus, examining the people's faces that are full of happiness and ecstasy. But they didn't have her full interest. Why? because it's not bizarre to see such wonderful smiles in Alice Academy.

A lot of people already asked her to go with them. But for some reason she refused to go, leaving them disappointed. She simply bowed and continued on her way. Actually, she doesn't know where to go. Might as well destiny lead her to a place wherein she could be needed.

The young Public Relations Officer wore a blue lolita dress. It was given to her as a gift but she doesn't have any idea who gave that to her. As her thanks for that person, she simply wore it. As for the feet, she wore a pair of white flats. Her chocolate brown hair was tied into two pony tails by white ribbons. It was such a peculiar outfit for her to wear.

Rosielle looked at the direction where she heard people gasping. Of course as a member of the student council, she wouldn't let this event go by without her looking at it. Her eyes were full of dismay. She cannot utter a word at that moment. As she saw a person lying on the ground, she quietly made her way by passing the crowd surrounding them. Then went to him without saying a word.

The thing that surprised her the most is that the one beaten on the ground is the President himself. The young girl patted the president gently on the right cheek and asked, "Are you alright?". After a while, she carried the young man on her shoulders. Dragging the President towards the Infirmary, she simply hoped that everything would be alright.

[André]

André had found himself in the center of a larger gathering of onlookers. All looked shocked, angry, and frightened. Two Seniors and who André did not know to be the Student President were now on the ground. And still no one could understand quite how he did it. His school records are locked with money and influence.

It would stayed deeply burried and all would be forced to assumptions. Which would increase the fear this act would implant in the student body. André vaguely scanned the crowd with his crystal gray eyes that lacked human warmth. It kept any others from trying to step in and aid the downed students. Those that had watched were frightened by both his acts and his cold eyes.

André somewhere deep within was wondering if he had done anything permanent to his last opponent who had gotten the worst beating of the three. Whiplash, concussion, or merely unconsciousness were all probable. But he could only tell that he was unconscious for a moment or two. The faint breathing gave way to heavier breaths that signified trying to draw extra oxygen to heal the bruises. Not to mention his eyes were open.

André slowly lowered his guard, his arms moving from their position in front of him to fall to his side in a smooth manner, and his right foot slid forward to match his left in a comfortable position. Even the smooth movement brought the sound of several sets of shoes squeaking on the smooth floor as they recoiled from his movement. Girls mostly he assumed. They normally had the weakest constitution.

But despite his vicious fighting instinct he was not pleased inwardly or outward with what he had done. It was required of him. He did not enjoy it. But neither would he apologize for it. For this reasons when someone finally stepped through the onlookers to check on the last downed student André did nothing to get in her way. Instead he carefully watched as the boy was lifted and slowly carried away without moving from that one spot.

"Next time be less egotistical."

André spoke this as the boy was just behind him on the girls shoulder. Loud enough for him to hear clearly if he was conscious. The fights were over. The bidding was done and André was starting to grow unsettlingly aware that every set of eyes within ten yards were locked on him. Wanting to return to his solitude André decided to test just how much those around him feared him. André lifted his right foot several inches off the ground and pushed it forward before slamming it into the ground. The heavy slapping noise of rubber against the smooth floor caught attention. His right arm shot out and then waved in a quarter circle away from him.

"Stop gawking and get away from me."

OOC: I'll let Hiei decide if this actually works or not.

[Hiei]

A slap against his face received no reaction except for a soft grunt. Slowly, his eyes closed as his mouth gaped open, allowing his numb and limpless body to breathe. He had been beaten so badly that even he could not believe it. And that realisation put a very deep impact on his mind. Deep enough to deprive the Student President of his will to stand up again and fight. He heard a voice, but paid it no attention. All he wanted to do was rest now.

And then, he felt his body move. Surprisingly. He couldn't even move his body but it was moving on its own. His eyes widened, his face wrinkled with both pain and confusion. What was happening to him? Was the student not over with him yet? And then, he saw brown hair. No, it wasn't the student. The student had different coloured hair. Who did the brown hair belong to?

Letting out a grunt, he turned his head slowly, only to find himself looking a blur visage of Rosielle. Rosielle? What was she doing here? And what was she doing? He let out another grunt, trying to get her attention. She was putting herself in danger! The student was still at large. Yes, even after being beaten, his sense of protecting the students was still there.

"Ros... Sielle..."

He managed to mutter out, his voice raspy and coarse. He lacked air and energy to even talk. Keeping himself awake was already tedious and now he was forcing himself to talk. Then, he heard another voice, this one a male. And a very familiar voice indeed. It was the student's voice. Egolistical? Heh... This was not over.

But in the meantime, he was unable to do anything, except trust Rosielle. And that was exactly what he did as he closed his eyes, leaning against Rosielle as she dragged him away. Behind him, the students started to disperse slowly, mostly because they did not want to be Andre's next victim. True, they all had Alices and were dangerous in their own rights, but seeing one of their strongest students getting beaten so easily, they lost any form of confidence.

As Andre yelled out an order at them, the students followed without any resistence. Whatever impact Andre wanted to put that day, he had succeeded in getting it.