Streak finally knocked out the student he was fighting at just about the same time as Iesland. He walked around to stand next to Iesland and see everyone staring at himself and and the four armed man. Then suddenly it was mayhem. He watched stunned for a second as they people in the dojo turned it into a free for all brawl. They were just going at it, with no regard for the other person they were fighting. Streak retracted his stick so that he could fight to his strengths. Hand to hand. Suddenly, another group rushed Iesland and before even Streak could jump in to help they had kicked Iesland in the jaw and elbowed him in the groin. Needless to say Iesland looked like he was going to go wild on these guy, so Streak left him to it as another group of students rushed him.

He was up against the same style fighters. A couple taekwondo students and a savate student. They were higher ranking students with more experience than some of the others that were fighting each other. Streak blocked and evaded kicks furiously. He was having a hard time keeping them in check. Eventually he was able to get the better hand on one of the students and landed a series of kicks to him stomach, ribs and one hard kick to his face. The kid went down, stunned. He moved on to the next taekwondo student. He had another set of kicks lined up for Streak to block. Streak used almost the same method for this student. He faked to the right side of the kids head and moved to the left side of his head with a hook kick. The kid went down for a second before getting back up. the savate student moved in before Streak could prepare himself for the next attacker.

The student landed a hard kick to the silver mans stomach sending him backwards. The two taekwondo students got back up and joined in the attack. The savate student threw a punch at his head. Streak was ready for this kind of attack. He grabbed the students arm and threw him over his shoulder to the other side of the room. Just out of the corner of his eye he saw a kick coming but there was no way to avoid it. He was still getting into another position to fight them better. The kick landed squarely across the side of Streaks' face. Now it was on. These kids were going down and they weren't going to be comin up for a while.

Iesland came at the martial artists in a flurry of blows, focusing all of his attacks on the savate master. Striking left, then right, then left, then right, then right, then right, then top, and finishing him with a stike to the face, and although he hadn't meant to hit him all that hard, Iesland's strike left a large red welt on his cheek. Surprised, the Master could barely get in a kick before he went down, and ran to seek a less-skilled opponant.

While Iesland had been dealing with the savate master, his other two opponents had worked their way to either side of him, a flanking manuever. Normally a very effective one against an opponent who could only deal with one of them at a time. Against an opponent who can put two arms against each of his opponents, that strategy would not be very effective.

(ooc: srry its short, I cant think right now. school just wore me out today.)

When Streak recovered from the kick to the face, he was mad. They had come up on him while he was gaining he balance and started hitting him. All he could do was take the hits. There as no way for him to get away from them. Streak's head was still swimming from the kick but he was getting better as long as he avoided another hit to it head for a minute. Eventually he started to back away. They were backing him into a corner, and that was not a good thing for them. Their punches and kicks at the silver man were coming up full of air. He was getting back to normal faster and faster. Soon they were wearing down and he was ready to strike. Streak was not going to go easy on them this time around.

He started maneuvering himself so that he was in an open area where he could fight back against the two. Eventually he got where he wanted them and he stopped. The two students stared at him confused at why he had stopped. A smirk had grown across Streak's face and they knew they were in trouble a second before it was too late. Streak unleashed a flurry of kicks and punches at the two students. He was much faster than they were and it showed. The students started giving ground but they couldn't move back fast enough to avoid his kicks and punches. One kick Streak landed on the first kids face. He was out cold. The second student, who had kicked Streak in the face, looked down at his fallen comrade and then back at Streak. When he looked at the silver man it was a look of fear and Streak knew it. Some might even say he relished it a little. He moved in following up with another round of kick after kick. The student didn't manage to block any of them. He was too scared. Again Streak brought his foot to the side of the students face as hard as he could. The student actually flipped over and landed on the ground a few feet away from his buddy, also out cold. Streak looked around at the chaos that had enveloped the dojo. He wasn't happy about it but he was glad that they were working out their differences.

Turning full circle in a rapid pirroette(sp?), Iesland deflected blow after blow from the students, taking only a few small hits on his legs and arms. Taking the offensive, Iesland did a barrel roll to his left, coming up on the side of one of his opponents. He was quick to the punch, whipping out a kick that connected solidly with Iesland chest almost the instant he was there, but it didn't stop him. Now completely forgetting about not trying to hurt them, Iesland began a flurry of strikes at full strength. It was all the student could do to not get knocked to the ground, even on the few occasions when he did block a strike. After a few seconds of blurred action, the student was floored and out cold, many bruises growing on all parts of his body.

After seeing his comrades so easily taken out, and realizing that most were fleeing the dojo, the last student held his hands out in surrender. For a moment Iesland readied himself to strike at the defenseless person, his vision edged in red, but he soon gained control over his more base instincts, and nodded. To strike one who surrendered would be a major violation of Iesland's moral principles, and those were what truly mattered in his eyes.

Looking around him at the quickly emptying studio, Iesland turned to Streak and shrugged, writing "I have a feeling that we might want to leave now. I doubt that the owner will be very happy with the carnage that we caused. Although I am sure this was a crysis long in the making, and we were merely the catalyst, I don't know if he will view it the same way." Little did he know how right he was.

Coming out from a back room, the teacher Iesland had talked to pulled a double-barrelled shotgun and cocked it. Iesland turned at the noise and found himself staring down to holes that could blow his head to bits. Not a great way to end the day.

Streak had finished off his last opponent. Out cold, just the way he liked them. He looked around to see if there was anyone else about to attack him. To his surprise most had decided to flee seeing as how skilled both Iesland and himself were. Those that Streak could see leaving the dojo weren't doing it uninjured. Most were limping away from the dojo. Clearly the two mutant had won this fight and everyone else was worse for the wear. He looked at Iesland as things seemed to settle down. He walked over to where his silver staff had fallen and he picked it up. It quickly dissolved back into his body where it had come from originally. Then Iesland started talking to him.

"I have a feeling that we might want to leave now. I doubt that the owner will be very happy with the carnage that we caused. Although I am sure this was a crysis long in the making, and we were merely the catalyst, I don't know if he will view it the same way."

"You're probably right." He said breathing a little harder. "Lets get out of here." He turned to walk towards the door when the heard an all to familiar sound. It was a sound that took him back to his days on the farm when he was the hunter and not the hunted. When he wasn't aware of being a mutant, was only aware of the joy of spending time with family hunting. A shotgun. 12 gauge by the sound of it. He thought. He had no idea that it was actually a double barreled shotgun until he turned back around to face the noise. "Whoa whoa, easy now." Streak said walking to stand next to Iesland. "We're leaving ok? No need to go that far man we were just protecting ourselves. Got it?" He didn't think this guy was going to let them go easily and that's what he was afraid of. Guns never made things a fair fight. He knew that from experience at the camps. All the guards had guns and used them against the mutants there. He waited to see what this guy was going to do.

"You've got fifteen seconds to get the hell out of my dojo with your nuts intact!" The master said, suddenly lowering the shotgun to point at Iesland's crotch. "One. Two..."

Iesland needed no further prompting, and started to run as fast as he could towards the door. Unfortunately, the door was pretty far away, and unconcsious people were scattered about the dojo, slowing him down tremendously. Iesland ran backwards for a couple of seconds to motion franticly for Streak to come with him, and finally made it out the door at the count of twelve.

Streak listened to the owner of the dojo, and for the first time in his entire time being int the dojo, he was scared. Once Iesland started heading towards the door Streak was right on his heels. Even when Iesland motioned for him to follow the silver man needed no extra prompting to leave. He headed out the door with only a second difference between himself and Iesland getting out. He was directly on Iesland's heels and had no intention of loosing any part of his body, especially his nuts. "Whew, that was close." Streak said to Iesland one they were clear of the building and the threat of a shotgun was eliminated.

"Yeah, I agree. It saddens me, that someone would be so close-minded. I really don't want to lose my nuts. That would mean that I would commit suicide!" Iesland's futile attempt at humor was destined to fail.

Walking down the street, Iesland heard the sirens but made nothing of it until a line of police cars sped down the street and swerved to stop in a semicircle, penning both Iesland and Streak in. The cops piled out of the cars and shouted, "HANDS UP!!! SWAT IS ON THE WAY, SO DON"T TRY ANYTHING!!"

Streak smiled at Iesland's humor. It was good even though it was short lived. Streak was involved in what Iesland was writing that he ignored the police sirens until they were right in front of, and behind, them both. The cops seemed to not like them very much.

"HANDS UP!!! SWAT IS ON THE WAY, SO DON"T TRY ANYTHING!!"

"Great. This day keeps getting better and better doesn't it." He said to Iesland. He stopped walking down the road and stood there staring at the cops in front of him. The cops pulled out their guns and pointed them at the two mutants. "I don't get it. Here we are minding our own business and y'all show up to arrest us. And for what?" Streak said to the cops. He wasn't about to go easily with the cops. He didn't get out of the camps just to be arrested again.

At that moment in time, Iesland almost wanted to kill himself. Almost. Iesland's too pragmatic to actually want to, but this was pushing the envelope. He tried to get into a class, but was rejected by the students because a mutant, and attacked. Then he was driven out by the instructor. Iesland fully agreed with Streak: this was not their day.

Iesland did not respond out loud, as he doubted the po-po's could read his pad from where they were, but his posture said it all. The slump of his shoulders as he held his hands out helplessly clearly spoke of a weariness that only a few, ahem, the mutants, could truly feel.

(Please respond as the police officers, I'm brain-dead in the diologue area tonight. Sorry about the delay, i got spore on sunday and, well, you know the rest...)

"This is ridiculous. Look why don't y'all just let us go with a warning for whatever it is that you think we did, and we'll be better next time." Streak said to the cops. He looked at Iesland and saw the way he was acting. He could only agree with him. This was getting tiresome and annoying to say the least. He stood there waiting for the cops to respond.

"We're here because we received a call from a store owner saying that you two were terrorizing his store." One of the cops said to them. "Would this store owner happen to run a karate dojo?" Streak asked keen on letting them know their side of the story. Before they could answer Streak had started talking and explaining what actually happened in the dojo. Off in the distance he heard more sirens. Streak turned to Iesland and said so that the police couldn't hear him, "That's probably SWAT coming down the street now."

(I can't think of anything really to put. I've always wondered for spore, do you have to pay like you do with WOW?)

(No, spore is the one time payment to buy the game and thats it. I was thinking maybe a anti-mutant riot next??)

"Hey, freaks, go back to hell!"
"Yeah, stop terrorizing us and leave already!"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"

Before long a huge crowd had formed, some of them even carried baseball bats, crowbars, or beer bottles. They formed a ring around the police, who were now building a defensive ring around the mutants. Iesland looked at streak with a slightly worried look, as he didn't want to hurt these people. Then, suddenly, a cop went down under a baseball bat, and the mob rushed in.

(sounds like fun. meaning both.)

As the cops taunted the two mutants more and more people started to join in the commotion. Streak looked at Iesland as they exchanged glances. "This can't be good." Streak said looking at the gathering mob. The cops went from waiting for back up to arrest the two mutants to protecting the mutants from the crowds. Streak braced himself for another fight. It was not something he wanted, especially he had just finished a hard fight.

One of the cops was down. The mob rushed in. "Craaaappp. Where's SWAT when you need them, huh?" Streak said as the mob rushed at them like water breaking through a dam. All Streak could do was stand there as the mob members rushed at the mutants. Streak started defending himself against the first onslaught of humans that reached him. It was chaos. He couldn't seem to fight off the people fast enough. They were like cockroaches. If you beat one two more appeared. Streak was swinging and blocking like a mad man. He managed to get a bat away from a few of them and even used it against some of them. This fight was going crazy, and he didn't know if there was anything that could stop the mob from their frenzy.

Iesland had hesitated at first when the mob rushed in, as he didn't want to hurt anyone, but it soon became inevetable that if he didn't defend himself he would not make it out alive. So he started throwing heavy punches that pushed the person back a few feat with every blow, taking one mob member down for the count with one hit. It was, however, like stomping cockroaches. For every person you dropped, four rushed in, even angrier since you hit their mob buddy.

Streak was fighting as hard as he could. There were so many of them that Streak couldn't see any way out of this jam. The cops didn't seem able to help them and the mob didn't seem to be relenting. Streak would take one down after another and they would keep charging at him. They didn't seem to get the hint that they weren't going to win. The chaos was unbelievable. "How do we get out of this, Iesland?!" Streak yelled to him. He forgot that Iesland couldn't talk but he'd asked the question anyways. The silver man continued to punch and kick people as hard as he could, not stopping for any breaths. Sure some people could have probably fought but it was to clsoe quarters and there were to many people for anyone but Streak to fight.