The Dance Off

[Jason]

In Jason's eyes, having an arcade in the mall was pretty useless, except for one key detail. In this arcade, there was a Dance Dance Revolution machine. Never having played before, he took a handful of quarters, and started playing. He loved the music, but often missed the steps. After a couple rounds though, he started to get the hang of it. Five dollars later, he was playing well on the hardest difficulty.

Of course, playing on the hardest difficulty attracts some attention. One of the other boys in the crowd came up. "I'll dance against you! And to make it interesting, why not put some money on it?" he challenged. Never having backed out of a challenge, Jay eagerly accepted. First round, Jay got beat, but to his advantage, this made the other boy really cocky. The second song was one that Jay had already played a few times. His feet gracefully hit the ground in the proper order, only missing one step. This made his opponent teem with anger, which was, luckily for Jason, also to his advantage. In the third and final round the other boy fell down, and Jay clinched a victory, along with eighty dollars.

"NO!" screamed the other boy. "You didn't win, you couldn't of! I have all the hi scores on this game!" He was looking quite annoyed, and the crowd was getting more excited. "You think your so tough! Well what do you think of this!" The boy thrust his fist forward, barely giving Jay enough room to dodge.

"Whoa, kid. I'm sorry, but I won. Deal with it." Jay said, half consoling, half egging on, because it had been a while since he had been in a real fight. The crowd had gotten bigger, and the boy didn't seem to want to back down. "Fine, if you wanna get your ass kicked so bad, lets go outside." Jay reasoned.

So outside they went. The losing dancer put up his fists, ready to duke it out. He didn't seem completely new to fighting, but Jay was worried that this was going to be to easy for him. Luckily, those fears were laid to rest when some friends of the boy saw what was going on. The loser called them over, so now it was many to one, with the new kids obviously being from the same forsaken school as Jay. So, Jay understanding that he got himself into this, was preparing to make his way out as well. He put one foot behind him, then brought i forward again, then he repeated the process with the other foot, bring it back to the same point behind him. This was the standard Capoeira stance. All the boys, and the crowd laughed. They made insulting comments and gestures. all Jay thought was They might be laughing now but in a few minutes, this will be a movement they will respect. The first of the boys, the one who lost, lunged forward again, making the first attempt at an attack. Jay responded by cartwheeling to a handstand to his left, and jutting out his left foot, hitting the attacker in the face. The combined forces of the kick and the lunge had enough power to force the the loser to the ground some five feet away. The crowd went quiet. It seemed like an eternity, but then they all started cheering for Jay and his odd movements. Sadly, triumph was short lived as the kid, who fell down twice now to Jay, had his cronies help him up. Now, all of his enemies stared at him, hatred in their eyes. They were ready to attack.

[Henshir]

'Oh my...' The junior thought to himself.

Henshir had set one goal for himself for the day: To get weights before he went home. Thus, he had stopped at the mall after the school day was over. With his luck, the only stores in the mall selling such extensive sporting goods were all to be closed for roughly an hour. Henshir had decided to simply browse the mall, to kill time. This seemed to be an appropriate option, as he knew motivating himself to come to the mall a second time, should he leave now, would be a difficult task. So he wandered, and had been for a good 45 minutes. Finally Henshir though went to a tobacconists located in the mall, and bought himself a rather large cigar. Popping out to the back of the mall, Henshir had been leaning against the mall and smoking at his cigar for a while know. That's when he caught eye of a rather interesting situation, and watched as it turned from a one on one battle to what looked like was going to be a gang-beating.

'I go out to have one damn cigar, and look what I run into. FUCK! And it's Jason!'

Henshir pushed himself off the wall immediately, beginning a rather fast-paced walk toward the crowd of boys. He held the cigar in front of his face, taking many large puffs of smoke before tossing it to the side. He began to walk faster, his hands swinging hard at his sides. The loud clicking of his dress shoes clapping hard against the pavement was sure to attract the attention of at least one of the boy's in the group. Of course, the entirety of the attention would come to him, once he shouted out to his friend.

"Damnit Jay!" Henshir called out loudly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Henshir walked within three meters of his friend, glancing around to the boys who seemed determined to beat him down. His face held a certain amount of innocence, at least for now. They hesitated, not knowing if he was a target or not.

"Beating down such a large group of idiots without at least INVITING me? Jeeze." Henshir laughed. He mocked the entire aggressive group of enemies around him, which seemed to egg them on enough to start slowly moving in. They circled the two boys, all slowly closing in toward them. Henshir would turn his back toward Jay, stepping back slightly so that no one could get in between them and get either of them from behind. In the same movement, he dropped into a ferocious looking stance. His knees bent, nearly at 90 degree angles. His arms would come up, bending at the elbows, so that the backs of his forearms were tensed and ready to lash out like angered vipers. Henshir's face grew a stern expression.

"Try and keep up, okay Jay?"

Immediately Henshir would throw himself forward. No warning, not even a change in expression. He simply shot from his position and was heading fast toward one of the punks at the end. His left fist would come reeling around, ready for a hay-maker. Due to the large swing behind it, the punk got enough warning to move, however. Henshir smirked as the punk would move to the left, avoiding the punch. The Junior's speed was throwing him forward, and he leaped off his back foot so that he could spin to the right. He turned all the way around as he passed the boy, and his left leg came flying around as he did so. Henshir's shin would collide with the side of the boy's skull, sending him flying. He would get up, but not right away. Henshir turned toward the rest of the group.

Henshir wasn't about to stand down.

[Jason]

Jason let a smirk cross his face as his unexpected ally entered the fray. "Your the last person in the world I expected to see at the mall." He almost yelled, because at the same time, he had put bot of his hands on the ground and made a sweeping kick at the legs of an oncoming aggressor. As the attacker fell to the ground, Jay brought his legs up into a handstand. The was staring at the next thug who would come to attack him. As he lunged forward, Jay spread his legs out and used his hands and legs to spin, forcing the front of his foot into the face of the fool who ran forward. Getting back to his feet, he prepared for the rest oncoming attacks.