[FIN] Picked the Wrong Fight

[Blood_Goddess]

"For the love of- Kyle slow down!" The grunt yelped, practically clinging to the arm rests of the passenger seat, practically lifting himself out of the seat as he made a vague and useless gesture for invisible breaks.
It didn't so a lick of help though, as the twisted face of frustration warn by the Grunt driving didn't change, nor did the speed of the vehicle as he peeled into the hidden garage for the temporary Rocket base.

By some miracle, as Ryan would claim, or by the skill of knowing the vehicle as Kyle would correct, they came to a very sudden, yet oddly smooth stop right in the parking stall that the vehicle had been assigned to.
Ryan continued to sit with wide eyes staring at the wall he was sure they would smash into, clinging to his seat, while Kyle's swiftly moved out of the car and viciously slammed the car door behind him. Not waiting for his partner as he stormed off into the lower levels of the base.

Kyle's once styled back light brown hair was recently disheveled, falling messily into yellow eyes narrowed with a great deal of anger as his face too remained contorted with his bleeding danger.
As he stormed onto the lift, the heels of his dusty suit shoes clopping importantly on the concrete ground. both hands reaching up to flip up the collar of his red coat, with more force then would really be necessary.

Ryan just barely managed to catch up with Kyle as the lift closed and started to lower, Speaking to his partner to try and reason him down from whatever Kyle was angry about, but to no affect.
As the lift opened to the lower parts of the base, Kyle stormed in and down the narrow halls, leaving Ryan to hurry after the long stride of his Grunt partner.  

[TawnyAngel]

Aulus was not having the best day ever. Nothing all that bad had happened, just a string of minor frustrations really, but it didn't take much to royally piss off the red-eyed agent. Having just got off duty he was still in his uniform, though he didn't plan to be for much longer. Change, eat, get the hell out of here and go for a ride. Everything would seem so much more bearable once he and Phaeth were eating up the ground together.

Almost starting to edge towards a better mood Aulus rounded the corner and almost walked smack into a tall man in a red coat.

This did not improve his mood.

"Hey, watch where you're going Carmen Sandiego!"  

[Blood_Goddess]

If Kyle had seen the other Rocket was unclear or not, either way, the Grunt made no attempt to step out of the way or move, resulting in the man clipping the other on the shoulder.

Kyle felt a heat swell up in his chest at the uncomfortable contact, and hear the man's words, accusing him, and calling him... what now? Kyle didn't care! that was NOT his name

Kyle spun on his heels, shooting a glare at the other Rocket
"How about YOU piss RIGHT OFF!" He barked back at him lurching forward with squeaked shoulders to shove at the man harshly "Bud"

The color drained from Ryan's face.  

[TawnyAngel]

Aulus took a step back under the force of the shove, it was unexpected to say the least. He tried for calm thoughts, counting to ten and all that stuff he was supposed to do. It didn't work very well.

With a flush of anger starting to colour his cheeks Aulus clenched and unclenched his fists, teeth bared in a snarl, eyes locked on the slightly taller man. "Who the hell do you think you are? Apologise right now or I swear to Arceus I will turn you into a pretzel you preening long streak of piss!"  

[Blood_Goddess]

Kyle moved as if to continue on, but as the Rocket spoke again, Kyle lifted a hand and brush it over his lips, doing a double take before turning back to the Rocket and storming back over to him, squinting his eyes as if he misheard him.
"I'm sorry-" he sneered "-that you're little b***h." He added with a scoff,

Ryan continued to stare with his mouth slightly open, Kyle never did know how to pick his fights. Oh god this was not going to end well.  

[TawnyAngel]

Aulus' patience, which was short at the best of times, went up in a manner similar to pure sodium dropped into a beaker of water. At times like this he didn't think with his brain, he thought with his muscles. What his muscles thought went something like:

Grab wrist, twist around behind back, shove the human-shaped article that has caused Mr. Brain to take an abrupt holiday from his position as managing direction of decision making up against the nearest wall. Hard. While Mr. Brain was not yet able to return from his little break he did at that point send an email through to the office with some thoughts for the talking muscles to bear in mind.

Aulus lifted his chin slightly so that his lips were mere inches away from Kyle's left ear. "What did you just say to me?" he growled.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Kyle fully expected to be swung at, in fact that's what he was prepared for, a punch, most likely to his face, he had been told before that he had a very punchable face. As he watched something need to snap in the man's eyes Kyle started to move, getting ready for the punch that he expected. But the movement that followed took him completely by surprise.

Before he realized what had even happened he was feeling the sudden impact of the wall, white bursts of light exploding in his vision and a sudden exhale of air was forced from his lungs.

His narrowed eyes were now wide with surprise, and any struggling he did was quickly found to be futile. And then there was a voice in his ear, Kyle jerked his head around, more hair falling over his forehead but allowing him to just barely glance at the form pinning him to the wall.
"What? your hearing bad?" He asked through gritted teeth, using what strength he had to try and jerk and pry himself away from the other rocket.
Damn this guy was actually strong as hell.

"Uh- alright hey won't don't we all just take a step back and take a breath." Ryan said, stepping in once things got violent. "nooo need for violence right?"  

[TawnyAngel]

Aulus spared Ryan a blazing glare for all of a second but no more than that. No. His attention was for the little s**t stain who thought he was smart. "No," he replied in a growl, "but if you don't apologise very quickly yours might become bad. I bet I could burst your eardrums if I bash your head against the wall hard enough." He lent into the attempts to jerk away and twisted the arm just a little more. He could break it if he wanted to; snap like a twig, or he could twist it out of its socket. "What do you say then? Are we going to do this the way that damages your ego, or the way that damages your anatomy? Aren't I generous, letting you pick?"  

[Blood_Goddess]

Kyle let out a grown of discomfort as his arm was twisted more, but the pain sent just another flare of anger through the Grunt's chest, and in an impulsive act of defiance the man thrust his head around as hard as he could to try and catch the other man at the bridge of his nose. while at the same time using his free hand to push against the wall, Or at least enough to get some leverage so that he could get a foot on the wall and attempt to drive other other man back into the opposing wall.

Ryan had to back up as the movements between then continued, not watching to get caught up in it.  

[TawnyAngel]

When the skull hit his nose Aulus was angry at himself as much as he was angry at Kyle. He should know better, he should know better! Never put your face where some b*****d could smash their head into it, never!

He stepped back and wiped his nose on his sleeve, staining the white material red. This had gone far enough. "Fine, anatomy it is," he snarled.

Sinking into the ready stance was instinct but he didn't stay there, oh no, Carmen Sandiago had asked for this and he was all too ready to dish it out. He led with a lunging punch to the other Rocket's stomach followed swiftly by a round hook to his jaw, and then went in for a one-arm shoulder throw. Beating this b*****d was not enough, oh no, he wad going to thrash him.  

[Blood_Goddess]

The grip broke thus allowing Kyle was able to stagger away, puling his arm back under his control with a swell of renewed pride plastered on the cocky smirk he now wore on his face.
Ignoring the stinging in the back of his head, Kyle jerked at the collar of his coat once again before pulling the first layer off of him, tossing the coat of of the way as he drew himself up, yellow eyes scanning the other Rocket as he pulled back into a stance that actually sparked a bit of concern in Kyle's mind.

s**t, this guy actually knew what he was doing in a fight. Not that Kyle wasn't unfamiliar with the art himself, but there was a big difference from learning by basic training and experience and someone who was trained to know how to hurt someone.

It wasn't as if Kyle had a choice to back down now anyway, even if he would, as the man was not attacking.
Managing to avoid the first hit, Kyle barely had time to even notice the second attack before he felt the blow on the side of his jaw.
Kyle staggered, thrown back from the force of the last hit with a strangled bark, but got back up to throw a punch man's face to try and drive him back to give Kyle more room away from him.  

[TawnyAngel]

This time he saw it coming and blocked, answering with a side kick aimed at his opponent's midsection followed by an attempt at a leg sweep. Apparently the idiot had a vague idea what he was doing but hey, that was just going to draw things out a bit longer and that was perfectly alright by him.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Kyle could feel the 'Oh s**t' much easier then he could actually think it. Thought that might have been just what he heard from Ryan when Kyle's punch was blocked.
Pain exploded into his side, Kyle staggered to the side but not for long before his legs were kicked out from under him and he found himself on the ground.

Dazed, Kyle tried to push himself back up with an infuriated yell of frustration, "AAAARH!" His entire body throb with pain and rage.  

[TawnyAngel]

He was not having any of that, oh no he was not! He gave the long streak of piss another kick, not hard enough to injure - he was back in control enough to avoid that at least - but intended to stop him from getting back up. "Give up, you're out-classed," Aulus said, sounding matter of fact more than anything else... well anything else beyond pissed off. "Now how about you apologise for what you said and for making me get blood on my uniform and I'll let you go on your way. On the other hand I could kick you some more, maybe rip that pretty coat of yours." Probably one of those guys who had a mirror in his pocket and a comb up his sleeve, just in case.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Any progress that Kyle had made in getting back to his feet was completely crumbled back underneath him as another kick sent the Grunt back onto his side.

Both arms wrapping around his middle, rolling slightly where he lay with his face tilted down onto the ground as he coughed and gagged for a breath of air that had been forced out of him violently.

After a moment, when it seemed like the man was able to at least breath enough to respond, he simply tilted his head to the side, yellow eyes glaring up at the other Rocket through the mess of brown hair falling into his face.