Description: Since the fight against the strange woman, Brihan, Antoine had felt something was wrong. He could barely concentrate, much less socialize. He began to feel sicker and odder. He vanished from the public eye, hiding in seclusion while struggling with the darkness from within. It was only through the information of the Quon's collegemates that he learned of Antoine's whereabouts. Quon told Rust despite of their clashes. What they found out about Antoine was something horrible.
It's approaching night time. The sun has slowly wan and left the moon rising up in theair. The forest is usually abundant full of trees. It is a place wherepeople fought, train, or even enjoyed the atmosphere ofthe forest path. This path is past the abandoned shrine, great for a simple walk.
Now?
It is a wreck. The entire place is a wreck. Trees have been torn down, if not ripped apart. Life from the place seems a bit scarce. Antoine is clutching onto is chest, taking a deep breath.
His clothes are more worn and torn than usual. The sneakers, oddly enough, still seem like the best of the lot. The young man is clutching onto his chest, feeling that strange, writhing wrath boiling in his blood.
He had been trying to train and clear his mind, but it had been more of a suffering stranglehold against him.
"Ughg... hraa..."
Get stronger... Must get stronger... Do not become weak. Become a soldier.
The most dominant sound is a loud burst of a roar that echos the entire forest. The corrupt chi expels from Antoine, appearing as a sick, brown streaks of fire and lightning as the eyes have a dark red glow to them.
When Quon, checked his email messages on his phone, he was not pleased. His friends at school recognized Antoine from both his only appearance in the Neo League and from the League interviews which he mentioned Chongquan and connected that to Quon's fighting style. It turns out that his friend was spotted in Southtown, looking and sounding strange.
Upon finding this out, Quon left a note for Rust, and then allowed for Rust to make plans to head back, while he made his own in terms of mental preparation.
When Quon arrives, his eyes widen in shock. Seeing his best friend in the center of this chaos and destruction is almost too for the Chinese fighter to handle. The sickly chi the red eyes and wild look on his face give every sign that he's not himself and talking this out probably won't be an option. A hand in his pocket finger the magna band that Antoine once rejected because it wasn't natural. A far cry from this Antoine standing right before him.
Let's just say Mr. Rust is more than happy to leave his misadventures in Africa behind. Absolutely nothing good came out of that entire journey to the King of Fighters tournament. It was full of worries going there, it was full of worries winding up for the match, it was full of worries during the match, and it was full of worries all after that point. He doesn't even want to think about everything that happened at the end.
With Quon's note - and especially following that conversation with Cammy - he couldn't let him go back on his own. Though still ailing from his injuries, Rust still benefits from the accelerated healing rate many fighters have - it just takes him a day or two longer. Those uncomfortable seats on the way back probably did not help matters.
He tails Quon following word as to where he's been going... and his teeth clench at the sight - the sight of all these toppled trees. Far as he knows, Southtown didn't have any bad storms lately. No, this much destruction is a worrying sight, indeed. His right hand falls atop the makeshift hilt of Ol' Rusty on his left hip, passing glances to the darkness left and right before he is interrupted by a loud roar that sees him drawing the pipe and pointing it at the darkness.
"Holy moley, what the hell is that," he mutters. He's already almost compltely out of paid leave days now - a part of him really, really does not want to get into some serious grbage so soon back from Africa, especially feeling as sore as he is now.
With /Quon/ going in, though... well, the two haven't been on great speaking terms since that gaffe about the possibility of Antoine being arrested, but a part of him thinks... no, don't let him go in alone.
With a pop in one of his knees that might cause just as much alarm as any roar from anyone else, he follows from behind - a good fifty feet or so from Quon. He doesn't quite have as easy a view of Antoine from his vantage point, but he can see the both together - that is definitely Antoine.
"Antoine! Quon." The teacher calls after he clears his voice, betraying any notion of stealth fully (assuming his knee didn't already) as he comes closer. "Antoine. Antoine, where, where the hell've you been? We... we haven't seen you since we, since we left for Africa."
Antoine is a massive wreck.
That sickly brown chi resonates through him. However, there are two forms that it appears as. One is the flames that seem to flow along his body. The other is the dark black electricity that surges around him once in a while. His eyes are crimson, almost formed into a slit as his fists tighten.
His breathing is a bit deeper, trying to suck in all of the air around him. The mind is clouded through the darkness. For some time, Antoine had been trying to calm himself, trying to fight this feeling in him. However, that darkness in him had creeped in, telling him things, torturing his mind...
Now, the center of the wreck is here.
"....Ggrrrrrrraaaaahhh..." As he opens up his palm, the black lightning surge as the flames suddenly erupt from his body. There is something corrosive, corrupting about the chi.
This time, as Antoine finally lifts his head up to unleash a howling scream, the wind grows as strong as a gale, blowing through the area, nearly sucking both arriving parties in.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHH!!!" Antoine is left clutching his head, then he hunches forward. The crimson eyes staring at the two.
Quon figured that Rust would follow him. As much as Quon disliked what he had to say about Antoine getting arrested, think it was a dig at him, he had to acknowledge that Rust was as tvtropes.org would put it, the Team Mom. As a result, he probably wouldn't resist following him.
But what he sees now is quite frankly more cause for concern. The dark electricity, the brown flames... Hey wait.. Wasn't Quon supposed to be flame wielder of the two?
The pull draws Quon in but he doesn't resist at first using it to bring himself in closer but eventually he stops, digs his feet into the ground, and takes his stance.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You're climbing with broken tools." It's not much but he's hoping that reference to how they became friends will reach out to the real Antoine so he can shake off this foul influence that presents a distorted picture.
COMBATSYS: Quon has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Antoine has joined the fight here on the top side.
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The shop teacher closes in, rather unaware of what sort of sorcery is at hand until he's a bit closer. At first, he foolishly thinks there isn't anything completely out of the ordinary - frayed clothes, well, maybe he's been in a lot of fights. He's tired and has had a long day, and really, the last thing he wants to think is that Antoine has gone and gotten himself hopped up on some kind of chi goofballs or some such, because there is no way his days can get any worse than they have been. No way at all.
He nearly makes the fatal mistake of putting his pipe back into its makeshift toolbelt pocket when he actually gets a better look at him. The swirling flames, the electricity, and... uh, his eyes aren't glowing red, are they?
Oh my god he has glowing red eyes, what the hell is that. That statement is all over his face as he points a finger at Antoine and starts to shake it while words fail to come out of his mouth.
He holds the pipe up again when his energy builds in intensity - and finds himself, humorously, right on his ass when the wind blows through, dragging him closer in a vacuum while the seat of his pants skids across the debris of the forest.
"Cripes! What the," the older man struggles as he pulls himself back up to his feet with a grunt and a good joint pop or two, "Antoine, what the hell? It's, it's us. Quon, and me, Howard... uh, you're not... you're not, doing... cocaine, are you?"
He's at a loss for words as to what he's seeing, his mortal mind defaulting to 'cocaine' as the only logical explanation. As if it could explain the sick brown fires, the black lightning, and that powerful gale.
COMBATSYS: Rust has joined the fight here.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Quon
Antoine's eyes lift up to see Quon, who is taking his fighting stance. That was what Antoine was expecting. Or at least, that was what the feral side of the Rage had expected.
The Rage-fille Chongquon fighter takes a deep breath, then he exhales it in a raspy sense. He stalks towards Quon. The movements are quite different from how he usually fought. He didn't even take the moment to do the traditional bow and the fighting stance.
The movements are staggered and the body is hunched over as he moves. Then, he leans forward and uses his arms to build up on the run as he moves to close in the distance with Quon.
The hand winds back, then it launches forward to slam against Quon's collarbone, seeking to have him crumple the ground. "REAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Quon with Strong Punch.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Quon
"No," Quon says in answer to Rust's question. "Cocaine may corrupt your body but this is something different." Turning to Rust ends up being a mistake as he finds himself on the receiving end of a powerful strike to the collar bone sending flying backwards.
He slowly brings himself back up his feet and takes a moment to dust himself off, and then he slides back into his stance. It takes only a heartbeat before he's in motion closing the distance before delivering a rapid fire series of snap kicks moving so quickly that it looks as though he's kicking in three locations at the same time.
"This is not Antoine. I need to make him remember who he is!"
"Antoine! Antoine, are you... are you even... listen--" Rust's question gets answered right-quick when the raging lightning bearer (now with fire and wind) just walks along up to the supposed flame wielder of those gathered and just clocks him as Quon turns to address him about what the hell that is.
That, and that ear-splitting scream of rage kind of suggests rather humbly that, no, Antoine's not listening. He moves to go help Quon up, but Quon's already fired up - there's really no mistaking what Quon says, whatever's going on, Antoine's clearly not the quiet, humble fighting perfectionist he knows him to be.
"Look," he calls to Quon as he starts to circle around the raging Antoine slowly, "cocaine... I, uh, I dunno what's really goin' on but, but until then I say, I say he's on cocaine. And cocaine, it's... it's, ah, it's a hell of a drug."
All the better for him to cast out matters of 'why' in his mind, eyes narrowed with Ol' Rusty pointed forward at Antoine while he takes slow, measured steps across the grass and the snapped branches, moving circularly around Antoine with still a little distance between the two in case of any crazy sudden movements.
COMBATSYS: Rust focuses on his next action.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Quon
COMBATSYS: Antoine endures Quon's Seven Dragon Tails.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Quon
After slamming the hand across Quon's form, Antoine gives off a raspy hiss before he finally growls out, "...Fiightt...... fight fight...ggggnnnn!!" He clutches his head, gritting his teeth. "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAHHHH!!!" He brings both arms down, then he shoots of of the right leg to close the distance between himself and Quon.
As he gets close enough, Antoine brings the arm down to strike at Quon again. This time, however, he meets with the rapid series of kicks. The flames lick against his body, yet the flams erupt from Antoine's form as well, releasing the dark brown blaze. The sickly brown chi manifests as Antoine launches his right foot out, seeking to slam the rising foot across Quon's face.
Quon may likely -feel- that corruption in the chi. It's that sick feeling of malevolent intentions. ...This energy is not right.
COMBATSYS: Quon interrupts Crossing the Bridge from Antoine with Crossing the Bridge.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Quon
When those rapid kicks of Quon's land, he moves forwards in an attempt to press the attack. When Antoine performs that kick the corruption could easily be felt by the Chongquan prodigy. Quon's instinct kicks in and he flips forward as his foot becomes engulfed in golden flame.
It just happens that Quon just gets a bit of a jump on Antoine and as a result he manages to slam his foot into the other Chongquan fighter just before he can get the full momentum of his kick. If that was only partial momentum though, he's glad he didn't feel the full brunt.
Even still he finds he has to explain something to Rust, "Cocaine does not give people glowing red eyes."
Holy crap look at how fast Antoine is going. To be fair, Rust is not the paragon of speed but holy hell, the way Antoine moves it's like the blink of an eye to him - something very worrying given he's already in Quon's face and letting the feet fly. Quon shows he can handle himself just fine.
"Until, until someone tells me what the hell that, that is, that's cocaine," the shop teacher can really only fall back on what knowledge he has about dealing with a drug addict(?) in lieu of anything else he can draw upon - Antoine's not going to know pain, he thinks, it's going to be more important to restrain him and keep him held down rather than try and go for concussive blows.
"Quon!" He calls out. "I'm gonna, gonna try and keep him pinned." In any other circumstance, yelling what you're about to do in plain earshot of the enemy is outright stupid and counterproductive, but, Antoine has aptly demonstrated enough that he's almost assuredly not hearing them.
The teacher moves in a little slowly, but with Antoine focused on Quon it's not so hard to find an opening - although the sound of a boot coming down onto a twig hard enough to make it snap might provide the raging Antoine the perfect audio cue in which to realize there's someone coming in from behind.
That someone tries to bring their left hand to the back of Antoine's neck and forcefully shove him down, bearing his weight upon him in an attempt to keep him pinned.
"You stop this right, /right/ now," the high school teacher coughs between the first and second 'right,' feeling the discomfort of whatever energy is going through Antoine by proximity - especially by his left arm.
COMBATSYS: Antoine just-defends Rust's Quick Throw!
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Rust 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Quon
Antoine is now finding himself dealing with both Rust and Quon. While the two had try to keep him busy, Antoine had been waiting for that fight. That corrupted chi manifests along him in the midst of the strike. The foot catches Antoine before he is sent sprawling towards the ground with a thud.
Rolling along the ground, Antoine grunts before he pulls himself up.
When Rust moves onward, Antoine tightens his fists and he brings both hands out to guard against the arms seeking to wrap around the neck. He finally releases a scream before he shoots both of his arms outward.
A burst of that corrupted chi explodes from Antoine, seeking to impact against both Rust and Quon by proximity. "RAA!!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Quon with Roaring Guardian.
- Power hit! -
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Rust 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Quon
Quon finds himself in way too close proximity to bring up his arms and as a result, takes the blast to the body causing him fly backwards until he hits the ground. Even hitting the ground doesn't stop Quon's movement.The Chongquan student of the golden flame ends up skidding until he hits a tree trunk
Quon slowly brings himself back up to his feet and then takes a deep breath before coming back in. This time he moves into a flanking position moving to kick Antoine's leg and then deliver a trio of punches to the stomach before spinning away.
COMBATSYS: Rust endures Antoine's Roaring Guardian.
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"Okay? Just, just calm down," the aging former construction worker with the really bad combover tries to reason with Antoine - he's finding it surprisingly easy to keep him down, somehow, is that all it's taking? Is Antoine getting the message? Maybe he should release him a bit, don't want to choke him to deat--
Antoine's scream and that burst of nasty-feeling chi confirms that no, he really doesn't have Antoine pinned down so easily. He was already a plenty strong young man before he got hopped up on the crack(?) - the burst throws up his left arm alongside a big column of dirt and forcibly removed grass blades.
Taking the Lord's name in vain, he at least keeps his feet firmly on the ground in the wake of Antoine's power, although there is no denying just... how uncomfortable the energy feels. Still being in close proximity and not really wanting to waste the small window of opportunity, he grits his teeth and tries to apply the butt end of Ol' Rusty somewhere into Antoine's shoulder.
"Who the, who the hell gave you this crack?" As if he were expecting Antoine to be able to answer legibly.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Antoine with Combo Attack.
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Rust 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Quon
COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Antoine with Weapon Jab.
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The explosive chi finally releases its residue... For some reason, one can see the grass visibly wilt and fade into ashes upon the contact with the corruptive chi. In fact, if one was to look around the forest, it would look creepily aged to the point of death.
After exploding the chi everywhere, Antoine's eyes drift towards Quon. When he gets to the distance to catch Antoine against the leg, the young man attempts to avoid it by side stepping, bringing a hand back to slash across Quon.
Instead, he is caught against the leg, bent slightly before he is caught with the several punches before he distances himself.
....And then, Antoine turns around to receive the whack along the shoulder by Ol' Rusty. He twists around, twitching in pain before he turns his attention towards Rust.
"GRAAAAAHHH!!!" Like a feral animal, Antoine pounces towards Rust. He seeks to slam the fist out towards Rust's stomach, then he lunges forth to strike another fist towards the face.
As lightning engulfs his hands, the chi continues to spread that uncomfortable energy. The forest around continues to wilt until it appears like Sleepy Hollow. Then, Antoine seeks to thrust that entire burst of black lightning into the man's solar plex in a palm strike.
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Rust with Perfect Storm.
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Rust 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Quon
That screaming is so /loud/, the oldest of those gathered can already hear his ears ring! But looking into those feral, bloodlust-laden eyes is something terrifying unto itself as the man comes to the sinking feeling that, maybe, just maybe, there really /is/ no restraining this young man.
The forward pounce completely throws off his guess as to which angle Antoine's going to attack from, digging his heels into the dirt as he raises his left forearm up to cover his face - which sure as hell ain't where Antoine's looking to punch!
Antoine may never actually see this man so suddenly doubled over with a single, powerful punch, a loud wheeze as recently healed ribs threaten to crack apart, air rushing out as that second punch goes where his guard is now lowered - the face. It twists to the left, spittle flying everywhere as his body grows numb from the electrical chi gathering in front of him.
"Antoine, stop, don't, don't make me--" the plead, with outstretched left hand, goes unanswered aside from that powerful thrust of black lightning into his very solar plexis, going through his body and out the other end with a loud pained scream as he's launched off of his feet and hits a tree that, until now, was holding sturdy.
An extremely large and rather branch falls off onto his lap, putting an ache to his thighs and limiting his ability to, say, actually get back up as he shakes his head to try and come to.
"Ah... /damn/," the man swears as he coughs a few times in trying to bring back in his breath and work up the strength to get this branch off of him. "I'm, I'm stuck!"
COMBATSYS: Rust takes no action.
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Rust 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Quon
"See that? Cocaine does not make people capable of wilting plant life with corrupted chi!" Unfortunately that corrupted chi gets driven into the school teacher's body abusing the school teacher's already battered body. The branch falling down on Rust is just insult to injury.
The thing is Antoine in this state is probably not going to give him the luxury of freeing Rust. His only option is to draw aggro and hope he can take him down or else he's going to be joining Rust soon on the ground.
"Ok... We can do it this way... Let's go." Quon draws upon the ambient chi from the area before bringing his hands forth to release that gathered chi in a mirror of Antoine's technique only his not only untainted it's more precise delivering the energy right to Antoine's body in an attempt to remove the fight from him.
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits Antoine with Roaring Guardian.
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After unleashing the load of energy towards Rust, Antoine is now running a hand over to his head. He grits his teeth, staggering and approaching the form of Rust. It is not just a walk, it is literally stalking towards the older man.
The hand lights up he dark energy until....
Quon catches him with that force of energy. As Antoine turns around to face his mirror opponent, he is caught by the impact of the blow. He is sent flying across the ground, skidding and rolling to the side.
Soon, Antoine is getting up to his feet. Rearing hs body backwards, he clutches against his head to release a feral scream.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
His fists tighten, he coughs up a bit of blood. His teeth grits through his growl. THen, he moves towards Quon. He launches up towards the air and he rolls himself forward. His legs launch out to slam the legs against the man's head.
"GRAH!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Quon with Splitting the Earth.
- Power hit! -
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The blood curdling feral scream is enough evidence that his own Roaring Guardian attack wasn't enough to knock the fight out of the other Chongquan practitioner. The scream leaves Quon so stunned he can't even move out of the kick and he finds himself being driven hard to the ground.
It takes a few moments but he finally works himself to his feet, bleeding profusely mostly from his forehead where Antoine hit Quon with the last attack. He takes deep breaths before he charges at the raging Chongquan artist.
When he moves right into kicking range, he lashes out with that same series of kicks that he had delivered before only it's faster. It starts out with snapkicks so quick that it looks like he's hitting Antoine in three places at the same time. "Antoine! Get a hold of yourself!" Those three legs become five legs before he switches legs. "This. is. not. you!!" He begins picking up speed and now those five legs become seven. Then kicking stops only long enough for Quon to deliver a final haymaker to end it all. "AARRRRRRRRGH!!!!! STAY DOWN!"
"Th-then WHAT THE HELL... is?" The older man calls back as he struggles with the branch. He can move it, sure, but it's huge and unwieldy and, let's face it, he doesn't quite fully have all his wind back - especially with Antoine trying to stalk towards him.
Quon, reliably, comes to the rescue. The older man raises one hand and bows his head slightly as he gets back to work on trying to get this giant-ass branch off of himself. He's lifted a friggin' /blast door/, why is this branch giving him so much grief?
While he struggles with this, Quon is being knocked to the ground. The older man visibly panics in his attempt to get adrenaline to overcome problems of leverage and weight alike, until it strikes him... oh yeah, in Kyokugen they cut logs bigger than this with their hands.
One good karate chop with his left hand, and the stick shears in two. It's easy enough for him to lift off the other part, but therein lies a problem - Quon is making a desperate last stand, Antoine doesn't look like he's stopping thanks to the crack(?). He eyes Ol' Rusty, thinking a bit about how back in the day he used to be able to do some really sick leaps from a handstand off of it - something he hasn't been able to do. He can't move fast, he doesn't have the distance to spring off Ol' Rusty to catch Antoine.
He gets another idea.
Lifting up the lighter end of the cut stick after sheathing Ol' Rusty, he only shouts one warning over to Quon:
"L-Look out below!" He calls as he thrusts one end of the larger stick into the dirt and, flexing his knees, he kicks off into what is probably the saddest attempt at pole vaulting that anyone's seen... just barely getting it to go straight up with him on top.
"C'mon, c'mon," he grunts as he tries to shift his body weight while handstanding atop the top of the stick. It's trickier to do now, with his right hand the way it is... but, soon enough, the stick starts to tilt down in the raging Antoine's direction.
From there, Howard entrusts his hip to do the rest as his body comes down directly on top of Antoine.
COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Antoine with Crashing Down EX.
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COMBATSYS: Antoine fails to interrupt Wild Dragon from Quon with Immovable Mountain.
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COMBATSYS: Antoine can no longer fight.
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The Rage-filled Antoine can feel the resonating energy grow. As the corruptive chi continues to bleed out of him, he tghtens his fists before he feels the lightning erupt from the hands. He has to bring this to an end. Both of them need to be torn apart.
Rip... Shred... Tear... Destroy.
Antoine is turning towards Rust, who soon desends towards his direction. The eyes widen, he staggers about before he tries to suerve away from the large stick. However, the impact of the stick against the skull makes a rattling sound as he staggers back.
The senses are literally knocked out of him, the head bleeding profusely.
But when he sees Quon coming at him, Antoine's hands open up and he starts to take a tighten stance.
However, those snap kicks are powerful enough to blow Antoine away. He is sent sailing across the air, his body rolling backwards as his body twists, "Ugggh....." He collapses in a thud.
As soon as Antoine collapses in a thud. Quon follows suit, dropping to one knee from exhaustion and pain. His own body is bruised and battered but thankfully he has two things on his side. First, it was the fact that he didn't any fighting while in Africa. Second, he tends to recover well from injuries once he lays and rests.
He takes a moment to swallow air like it was water before turning to speak to Rust."Put simply, you don't have the experience with chi to know what's going on. Plus there are only two types of drugs out on the streets that would have a remotely similar type of effect. One is glow and if that was the case, his blood would be green and quite possibly his chi would be green too. And the other type is burn and that doesn't even work on fighters anyway, which Antoine is."
There's a short pause which while he isn't looking at Rust, he suspects that a stunned look would be on the older man's face. "What? I did a report on this in my health class."
The older man's landing against the corrupted forest floor is not exactly soft on his part, a brief yelp of pain and a curseword as he takes a hand to his lower back, rubbing it with a wince and a pop in his elbow that is additionally wince-worthy.
"Well... this is, this is just great," Howard grumbles, "now Antoine's gotten, gotten himself all... hopped up on crack."
Just in time for Quon to lay down the educational smackdown on someone who is an educator /for a living/, rising up with a couple pops and groans - freezing mid-rise to look back over to Quon as he lectures him about his poor experience with chi and the likely nature of what they're facing.
Or rather, /not/ facing.
The older man, who is not only failing to be up to date on drug information but also whether or not it's cocaine, does indeed have a stunned face. "Huh... better have, better have gotten an A on that," he grouses, "I, I just... ah, what the hell is, is goin' on," he complains out loud, realizing now that coming back to Southtown is /not/ the end of his woes.
"Are you... are you all right? Quon?" He asks as he leans down to try and pick up Antoine's battered body over one of his shoulders. "N-No matter how we slice it... we gotta, we gotta get Antoine help. Maybe, ah, maybe whatever's in his system'll flush itself out overnight."
He really has no idea.
Log created on 22:13:12 02/24/2011 by Antoine, and last modified on 02:59:54 02/26/2011.