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jenni · Aug 22, 2014

Gabe felt a moment of relief as he gained control of the situation. The angel noticed that Ty had tensed up although he mistook that for a display of fear rather than anything else. Gabe leaned in, planning for another punch, and received a nasty surprise in return. Is he seriously using my own moves on me? The angel wondered, before realising that that was exactly what the other man was doing - well maybe with a bit of variation.

Pain shot through Gabe's crotch, and he fell off Tyberius onto his back That's kind of a childish move. He thought, bitterly. The man hadn't needed to kick so much either, Gabe was unlikely to be able to fight back with the agony he was in. He tried to pull himself back up all the same, but he didn't manage to get very far as his adrenaline was running out and he was beginning to feel the consequences of all the punches he had tried to look past earlier on. He groaned, unhappy that he was clearly losing this battle.

Fidget · Aug 23, 2014

His move worked, and Gabe rolled off quickly. His heart calming, Ty took a deep breath, relieved that nothing awkward was going to happen from this interaction. Yet, anyway. He had to act fast, though, or Gabe would likely come back sevenfold for that kick. It looked like the battle was drawing to a close, however, and Ty flashed his teeth in a predatory grin. This was it, his prey was starting to lose his moxie. He admired the angel for being able to stay alive for this long, though.

Blood had spattered all across his face and torso, soaking it clean through. He could feel the sticky dampness through to his skin, and was glad he hadn't worn his favourite shirt today. Coming back up, Ty came down hard on one knee, aiming another punch at Gabe's face once again. His other fist came around to support it, his hands taking turn to beat the man into oblivion. If he had his way, the man would be so beaten, his children would come out with pugfaces. The very idea of pugfaced children as a result of his efforts only increased the force behind the blows, the sense of victory overwhelming his senses and blinding him to his surroundings.

Knox! · Aug 23, 2014

<div align=center>Everything happened so quickly that for a split second Levi almost forgot what he was crying about in the first place. Shuffling backwards, still sat on the floor, the demon merely stared at the scene unfolding before him. The angel had gone down, sprawling helplessly on the floor while this tall, dark stranger loomed over him - no. Not a stranger. Tyberius. This was all very confusing, doesn't he hate me? Or perhaps this was like an alpha-male sort of thing. Upon seeing Levi reduced to tears by a stranger that wasn't him, Ty believed he must assert his authority over that stranger. At least, that was one take on it Levi could think of. He would have preferred to think that this was in fact an act of friendship.

Things escalated quickly, however, and Gabriel really rather looked like he was in trouble by now. He was bleeding profusely and Levi had never seen someone fight quite so violently as Ty. Eyes wide, the scene was almost scary. Levi wondered if he should stop him, though he was also wary of getting too close, don't wanna get caught in the crossfire. Like trying to pull an angry dog off it's prey, there was always the chance it'd turn round and bite you.

Realizing that if he didn't stop Tyberius, he might very much end up killing the other boy. I'm not worth killing someone over. Gradually struggling to his feet, Levi broke into a light run, latching onto Ty's wrist with both hands and using the rest of his body to push the man away from the bloodied angel, shaking his head vigorously and frowning. "You're gonna kill him."</div>

Fidget · Aug 23, 2014

Tyberius grunted as his fist met unyielding flesh once more. He had lost all concept of time and being, and was entirely focused on the man underneath his hands, which is why he reacted so badly when he was pulled off. Growing fiercely, Ty almost struck out at the thing pushing him away from the fallen man. He stopped short, his eyes finally focusing on something other than blood and bruised skin.

"Kill...?" Ty cast his gaze towards Gabe, realising for perhaps the first time that he had definitely made his mark. His mind had only chanted at him to keep punching and fighting, not actually noticing how much had been done so far. "Good. He deserves it." Gently, Ty ran his fingers through Levi's hair, trying to make sure he didn't get blood anywhere else. He knew the boy didn't like not being tidy.
"You're okay now, though, right?" Now that he had nothing to fly at, Ty felt sort of ... Useless and bored. He wasn't very good at comforting people, especially after they'd been crying.

Knox! · Aug 23, 2014

<div align=center>Levi nodded just a little, "I... Appreciate the sentiment but... I don't think I'm worth getting... Y'know, arrested for." His voice was quiet, unlike him. Ducking his head a little as Tyberius' hand went to it, a small, nervous little smile crossed the boy's features. It would probably have been easier to lie and say he was feeling okay now, but it was all too difficult to lie to Tyberius, he was far too smart for Levi to lie to. The smile was replaced with a little frown, and his brow furrowed ever so slightly. "I..." He shook his head, "not really."

The boy sniffled a little, hunching his shoulders at the fact that he'd been crying and rubbing at his eyes with his sleeve. That was awfully embarrassing, in public as well. Levi wasn't someone who really got embarrassed very easily, he probably would rather stripped naked in front of a room of people than cry in front of them. Crying was weak. "Thank you." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper. He'd been absolutely sure that Tyberius hated him by now, and for some reason, he really didn't like the thought of that. "I'm sorry if you hate me. It's okay. I think most people do."</div>

Fidget · Aug 23, 2014

Tyberius didn't think getting arrested would be that big of a deal. His mouth set in a grim line, feeling both frustrated and helpless at the same time. He didn't know how to comfort people, nor did he think he would be any good at it if he tried. His own expression matched the smaller boy's, a crease appearing between his eyebrows. Ty felt awkward and frozen as tears had begun to flow once again, and something in his chest squeezed painfully.

Forgetting his soiled clothes for a moment, Ty swept Levi into his chest, squishing him tight. His voice gruff and stiff, "Hide your face. You look ugly after you cry." Realising that this was probably not the best method of calming someone down, Ty pressed his cheek to the top of Levi's head, gently resuming combing his fingers through his hair. "I ... Don't hate you..." He hated and disliked an awful long list of people, and it was nothing short of a miracle that Ty had taken something of a liking to this odd boy. He was irritating and above all confusing, but something just drew him in. "You're worth dying for." As this fell from his lips, Ty realised just how far he would have gone to get revenge. He wouldn't have stopped, even if he had managed to murder Gabe, he would have pressed on.

Knox! · Aug 24, 2014

<div align=center>Levi wasn't used to crying, tears stung his cheeks and made his head hurt. You look ugly after you cry. Letting himself be pulled into Ty's chest, he nestled himself there, merely enjoying the warmth of another person for a moment. Tyberius smelled nice, it was a friendly, comforting scent. It reminded him of bed and bed was a good place. His arms snaked themselves around Ty's waist, he wanted to go back inside and curl up for a little while. I need to wash my face. Grabbing a handful of Ty's shirt, Levi moved his other hand to dry the remainder of his tears.

He felt a strange relief knowing that Ty didn't hate him, though at this point he didn't think he'd really blame him. Was it his fault that particular incident had happened? Levi didn't really know, but if Tyberius thought it was, there was no use arguing with him. He was stubborn as a mule. That was a good thing, though. Levi thought it gave him a backbone. He appreciated someone who had a backbone. Squashing himself just a little bit closer at the second comment the man made, Levi found himself clinging to him again. He's a good person underneath it all. "Can we go back to our room?" He mumbled, "I don't feel like going out anymore. I need to wash my face."</div>

Fidget · Aug 24, 2014

Arms had slowly found their way to his waist, and Ty waited for Levi to say what he wanted. He didn't think it would be a good idea to hang out in the courtyard for much longer. Despite his last words, he really didn't fancy dying at the hands of a teacher at the moment. Sighing faintly, Tyberius arched his back, slowly beginning to feel the full extent of his injuries. That kid looked like a weak punk, but he could definitely throw a punch. One of his hands removed itself from Levi, gingerly coming up to touch his face. He could feel a throbbing pain somewhere in the centre of his nose, and he sorely hoped it hadn't been broken.

Reaching his hand under his battered shirt, Ty swiped his thumb through the wet blood, collecting it until his finger was dripping. Drawing back from Levi, Ty pressed his thumb to Levi's forehead, sliding it across and making a dark red stain as he moved. In a quiet voice, he muttered, "I baptise thee, Simba..." It had seemed like the appropriate thing to do, and a half-smile appeared "Yeah, let's go. Just don't pick anymore fights for a while. I'm pretty bruised." Taking Levi's hand gently, Ty guided the boy back towards their dorm.

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