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Who: Isack, Squall
When: Daytime
Where: Corridor
What: Fighting
Rating: PG-13

Isaack skulked in the hallways, bored out of his mind. So far, he had encountered no fun after he nearly killed the redhead. To bad, he had expected the Shut call to try and get him, but so far the wuss had not shown. he leant against the wall.

Squall walked down the corridor. He was his way to the library when he spotted Isaack, shooting the man a dark glare.

Isaack shot back a big grin, his fang like teeth glinting. "On your way, scarface?" He smirked.

"I have a name, and it's not scarface." Squall's eyes darkened, lip curling into a snarl.

"No? It fits you thought. I think I’ll sick with it."

Squall glared more. "You're the one who attacked Sam, right?"

"The little redhead? Yah, I did. It was fun. He screamed a lot. " The tall Romanian smirked still, crossing his arms.

Squall moved closer to Isaack, glaring up at him, eyes glistening dangerously.

The Romanian doctor raised an eyebrow. "I’m not scared of you, little scarboy."

Squall continued to glare. "Come near him again and I will remove your jaw! Got it?"

He choked slightly, then broke out laughing. "Or you will what? Break my nose? I can break every bone in your body very easily, scarry."

"Is that so? I may be small, but I am not weak!"

"And I am twice your size and know exactly where to hit to give the most damage. I am a surgeon, kid."

"And I know exactly where to cut so you bleed to death."

"I am not so stupid that Ill let you cut me, scarry. I cut you on the other hand, that sounds exciting."

"Try it and I will break your fingers."

"With what? Your chopsticks?

Squall rose an eyebrow. "With my hands."

"Your fingers are not strong enough to take mine"

Squall growled. "Wanna see?"

"I can break yours instead. "

"Tempting as that is, how about...no."

He smirked. "I say yes." he straightened up.-

Squall didn't back away, he kept his glare fixed on Isaack.

Isaack eyed the little brunette, before he shot out a hand to grab his hair.

Squall let out a growl, grabbing onto Isaack's wrist, nails digging in.

Isaack grinned, bending his own arm down, so that Squall could not hold on to him as he shot out his other hand to strike him in the face, hoping to knock him unconscious.

Squall dodged the flying fist at the last minute, reaching for his shiv to slam it into Issack's thigh.

Isaack made a grunt of pain as the shiv slammed into the fleshy part of his thight." Stupid boy." He pulled his leg away, and with it the shiv., "You should have aimed for my belly or my inner thigh. Now you are weaponless. " he struck him hard over the head.

Squall fell to the ground, but as he fell, he used the last of his strength to strike Isaack in the groin.

Isaack buckled, gasping loudly. "That was cheap!" he grunted, kicking the other, before he fell over.

Squall's head was swimming, vision slightly blurry. "Ngh... I thought that was the way you fought..."

Isaack panted, feeling queasy, but he managed to get up again after a minute, pulling Squall a bit of the floor by the hair "Perhaps I should do to you what I did to the redhead, and compare the screaming?" he grinned.

Squall growled, kicking Issack's knee. "Perhaps you shouldn't."

Isaack grunted, but did not let go. "You better pray your spine is strong. " e kicked the other.,

Squall spat at Isaack, kicking his knee again.

Isaack growled in pain again, slamming Squalls face to the floor by the hair.

Squall's hand instantly went to his nose to check for blood of signs of breakage. He hissed, clawing at Issack's arm.

Just then, a guard doing his rounds walked upon the scene. "What is going on here?! Leonhart! Brie! Step down!!"

Brie looked up, growling low, leaning down to hiss in Squalls ear. "’Nother time then, ey Scaface?" he let him go, getting to his feet, blood seeping from where the shiv was shoved into his thigh. He did not pull it out in case he had severe some arteries. Removing it would mean he could bleed to death, and he was not quite there yet.

Squall scrambled to his feet, growling at Isaack. The guard rolled his eyes. "Brie! Report to the Infirmary immediately! Leonhart, back to your cell! If I see you two fighting again it'll be straight to the Villa, do you understand?!"

"Promise?" Brie smirked. "Because I do mind the solitude." He walked without a limp even, leaving a slight trail of blood as he headed for the infirmary to get cleaned up.

The guard sighed. "It's no vacation. Now get a move on, you're getting blood everywhere!"

"Careful officer, or you will be spitting nose splitters like scarry here.:" he moved on.

"I hope you are not threatening me. The Warden will deal with your type." He poked at Issack with his nightstick. "Now move."

Isaack shrugged, a moved on, not a speck of worry.