War High: A Fox's Tale; Chapter 1 Part 2
"Had enough yet, you overgrown piece of shit!?" Roxas yelled at the fallen human, as he quickly and easily performed a backwards handspring, and brought himself into a fighting stance.
Jet jumped up and wiped blood from his mouth as he gave roxas a wicked, grin. His long, shoulder length burgandy hair, flowing in the breeze as the schools training alarm sounded and everyone in the school, espicially the teachers, rushed out into the hallway. Standing at over seven feet tall, Jet had absoultly zero percent body fat and was all muscle. But for someone of his calibur he was actually quite smart, one of the top in the school to be exact. His broad chest and shoulders accentuated his massive size, as he again leered down at the fox and let out an imitation growl, which roxas laughed at,"What's so funny?" Jet asked as he moved a step closer to The fox.
Roxas snickered and closed his eyes before anwsering,"Oh nothing, just the fact that I havent even gotten warmed up..." His words were heard loud and clear as he leapt into the air and delivered a flying side kick to jets neck,"...YET!" The blow making contact as he spoke. His anger coursed through him like the water down a waterfall. Well...untill he saw his first period teacher amongst the crowd that were watching with eager anticipation. A blush immiedintily fell across his delicate and soft, furred cheeks as he whimpered out,"C-...Couch." He could only see the slightly older mans, head and face but that was enough for him, he smiled warmly at him, as a certain fluttering feeling spread throughout his body.
"Kick his ass, Roxas!" He heard both his coach, and best friend call out to him simontaniously.
But before he could even blink in reaction, something slammed into his left cheek and sent him flying across the cold hallway floor. It was jet, and he'd just knee'd roxas in the face, hard enough to have cracked the bone. Yet luckily he hadnt,"Now isnt this lovely. Stay down, mutt, the ground suits you nicely." Jet sneered at the fox as the crowd made a quick,"oooooo." As if to show symnpathy to roxas.
He wiped his mouth and nose of blood and pushed himself to his feet. Now he'd done it, calling him a kid, and saying he sucked at aerial combat. Pulling back his pawfingers, roxas brought his paws to a palm stance, as he let out a blood curdling, and ear splitting howl. Roxas rushed forth, slamming his left palm into jet's left thigh; then into his right, now to his chest, with both paws he palmed him with more than enough force to send him barrelling across the hallway into a locker. As Jet happened to fly off his feet, and towards a row of lockers, Roxas smiled as he leapt into the air and towards his foe, slamming his left foot down into his crouch and then kneeing him in the chin, before palming him in the forehead and neck. He landed just short of jets own crash site, as the sound of crunching metal, leather, cloth, among other things, filled the hallway,"Thaty'll teach you to pick a fight with the heir to the Isahara Fortune. Be thankfull I spared you." He told him, as he heard his groans.
Jet was unconcious within seconds of 'the crash' and only a minute later had the school nurse and her assistant rushed out of the crowd to attend to him.
The fox was greeted by cheers, whistles, and well...cleavage? Yes, roxas had just be thrown into a full body hug by his best friend, Yumi MIkasaki, and her ginormous breasts. This was inevitably, her way of saying,"thanks for not dying on me!" Which he could never appreciate as he was absoultly, homosexual. Thus he tried to ask nicely,"Ahhh, ummm...Yumi...you're suffocating me, here." Was all he managed to say before the air started to escape his lungs.
Yumi's briallant, bright crimson orange eyes opened as she squeked,"Opps. I'm sorry Roxas-Chan!" Then she released her firm hold on him, trying not to laugh as she watched his face loose all color, but then regain it minutes later when their advanced combat teacher/coach stepped out of the crowd and picked up roxas in his muscular, strong arms.
"You did real good out there, Roxas. But I think we ought to take you to the infirmary just to make sure jet didnt damage your cheekbone with his knee." Coah Bygg said before leaning down and kissing roxas on his hurt cheek. At six feet, nine inches, the advanced combat instructor was only an inch under jet's height and was only slightly less broad everywhere. But yet, he was definitly in better shape than jet. The overgrown wolf yet out a truimphant howl as he held roxas tight to hisl furred,shirtless, muscular, chest, before dashing through the crowd and to the infirmary, turning right, into another hallway.