Enter here for this no-powers battle, set in a school. Make good use of the corridors and classrooms. You'll rely on stealth a lot here.

::Luke whistles along the corridors, thinking of summoning a clone to entertain him as he waited. Unfortunately for him, his powers didn't work for some strange reason. He sighs, slipping into the janitor's closet.::

(What to do? What to do?)

::Helen blows one last spitwad from the end of a straw as she sits cross-legged on top of the stairway. She sighs as boredom begins to set in and she throws the straw away.::

(I know school is boring, but gawd...)

::Deciding to make a decision, she gets up from the stairs and is immediatly bumped into by an unknown person on the stairs. She stumbles and lands with a crash at the bottom of the stairs.::

(Ouch...thanks, dickwad)

::She lifts up her head slightly to the sound of hysterical laughter. Trying to ignore the redicule, she stares down the corridor, and sees that the janitor's closet door was ajar.:

(Ah, the perfect hiding place...)

::She drags herself up as the bell sounds. The laughter dies down and she stands still in the dispersing crowd until the corridor is deserted, before walking over to the closet and pulling open the door.::

::Luke turns around, watching as more light pours into the closet. He grins to the younger girl, holding a mop in his left hand and a bottle of pine cleaner in the other hand.::

"Shouldn't you be in class, dear?"

::Helen squints at Luke, trying to find something about him that is recognisable.::

"Who the hell are you?"

"Why should it matter? Normally, I'd let ladies go first but it's also in my nature to be a vain, self-absorbed bastard, so..."

::Luke throws the pine cleaner towards Helen's face, hoping that it would blind her or at least make her vision blurry. Dropping the empty bottle, he clutches the mop upside down, removing the mop head and revealing the metal contraption.::

::Helen cries out as the pine cleaner burns her eyes. She knows that Luke won't want to waste this golden oppertunity, so she holds her eyes open although her vision is blurred. She kicks the head of the mop, not as hard as intended as her aim is a little off. She turns on her heel and runs out of the closet, slamming the door behind her, trying to buy some time.::

(Where to hide...it has to be somewhere he'll go...the asswipe can't resist...)

::Luke, on his way chasing her, meets a door slamming into his face. He motions to pick up the mop stick but decides against it, opening the door slowly. He peeks around the corridor, spotting Helen in his peripheral vision.::

"I see you, brat!"

::Luke stalks patiently towards her, making sure her heart would be uncontrollably as his shoes squeaked in a high pitch against the linoleum floor.::

::Helen can hear the squeaking of Luke's shoes, and she speeds up to a sprint. The row of lockers comes to a stop suddenly, and she flings herself beside them. She peers around the edge of one of the lockers, breathing quietly.::

(I can't see him yet...but I can hear him...)

::Luke pauses and takes off his shoes, placing them gently on the floor, so as Helen could no longer hear him. Seeing the girl hide beside the lockers, he decided to humor her and walks into one of the classrooms adjacent to those row of lockers.

He rummages through a teacher's desk, pulling out a pair of scissors and a metal ruler.::

::As the sound of squeaking suddenly dies, Helen smiles.::

(Thinks he can mind-fuck me...?)

::She peers back around the corner, checking to see where he was, before wrenching a metal pipe from the wall. Water spurts from the broken metal work and Helen smiles.::

(The hunter becomes the hunted...)

::Luke rushes out to the classroom, trying to determine what that spray of water was coming from, not to mention the metal pipe being detached. He turns to look at her, grinning.::

"You aren't as stupid as I thought you'd be. I'll be nice, though. Come and hit me. Free of charge."

(Except not.)

"Don't mind if I do..."

::Helen bows her head and raises the bar before charging towards Luke with great speed. She swings the bar in front of her and unexpectedly pulls into a skid, crashing into Luke's legs.::

::Luke falls to the floor, slipping more easily with his lack of shoes and all. He grunts a bit from the impact of the pipe to his shins. Clutching the scissors in his hand, he chucks them towards Helen's throat.::

"Bitch."

::Anticipating a comeback, Helen cringes a little, and the scissors slice across her arm where they are protecting her head. She picks up the bar, and leaps to her feet, turning back to face Luke.::

"Right back atcha..."

::She throws the pole towards his head, hoping to distract him as she reaches for the scissors that have slipped out of reach.::

::Luke bats the pole out of the way and stands up quickly. It takes him a bit to stand firmly at first but then, he reaches into the classroom to pull out the flag. Luke walks towards Helen, motioning the pointed end towards her back with incredible force.::

::Patience strides up and picks up the rolling pole. She walks up to the two people fighting and swings the pole around fast and smacks Luke and Helen in the face.::

"I was a majorett in highschool...how bout yall?"

::Baffled by the pole smack in his face, Luke stagger back a little as his vision slowly focuses. He stares to Patience, picking up the pair of scissors. He aims a kick at her breasts.::

"I was Homecoming King, among other things."

(Like I couldn't tell that...first thing you did was go for my breasts.)

::She tries to dodge out of the way of the kick but isn't fast enough and her shoulder is skimed by the sharp edge of the scissors. She feels the cut and pouts.::

"That was my favorite shirt...oh well...you'll make it up to me."

::She walks over to the wall and pulls out the scissors.::

"On the othe hand...I could always take it out in trade."

::She sends the scissors soaring right to Luke's chest.::

::Luke ducks from the scissors' projected path, missing the interlocked blades by a hair. Literally. The scissors embed into the wall about an inch above his head.

He then runs down the hallway, heading down a flight of stairs. Luke enters the weight room, picking up a bench press bar sans weights. He stands near the front door and flicks the lights off, waiting for Patience...uh...patiently.::

::Patience tuns into a nearby class room and comes out bearing chalk filled erasers. She then heads to the weight room. Seeing the light off she pauses and starts to clap the erasers together, creating a huge chalk fog.::

(Weather report? Foggy...with a chance of rain.)

::She mimic's Helen's earlier action and pulls a pipe out of place, sending water everywhere. She walks into the weight room and turns on the lights.::

"Hello...anybody home?"

::Grinning at Patience's entrance, then smirking at her attempt to cloud up the room with mere chalk erasers, Luke approaches Patience with the bench press bar.::

"No, because this is a school."

::Luke swings the forty-five pound bar like a baseball bat at Patience's head. Hard.::

::It's the last inning and the bases are loaded. Luke swings and it's good. The bat makes the desired contact with Patience's head and she goes down like the slut she is.

"You...Bitch"

::Is all she can manage to mumble as she dramaticaly slides down to the ground and dies. Congrats Luke it's a home run.::

::Luke walks away from the rotting corpse.::

::Lee enters and walks through the halls, strolling his hands across the lockers.::

::Luke appears behind Lee, carrying the bench press bar. He swings it at his head with incredible force.::

::Luckily for Lee, he falls as he tries to dodge it. He rolls across the floor and runs into a class room.::

"Shit."

::He heads towards the back of the room and peers over a lab table. He picks up some random chemicals and readies himself.::

::Luke peers into the room Lee ran into.::

"A chemistry lab, huh?"

::Luke pulls out a few matchsticks from his pocket and strikes them to create a few flames. He makes a few paper airplanes from the flyers on the bulletin board. Luke sets them ablaze with the matchsticks and delicately throws them towards Lee. He then tosses a few random items at the bottles to knock them down and spill out the chemicals.

Without waiting for results, he steps out of the classroom to avoid the explosion.::

::Lee grabs a small sink-hose and sprays down the match before it could make contact with the chemicals. With other liquid bottles in his hand he runs out after Luke. He slides around the corner and launches a chemical towards Luke.::

::Luke opens a locker door, shielding himself from the incoming bottles. He grabs onto a compass, chucking it towards Lee's eye.::

::Lee mimics Luke's move and pulls open a locker before the compass could make contact. He runs away from the lockers and throws some acid at Luke, with deadly accuracy.::

(Thank AP that I played baseball...)

::Luke conveniently pulls out a baseball bat from the very same locker and swings at the flask, hitting it. He watches the acid eat away the bat and drops it immediately.::

"Clever of you to use chemicals, brat."

::Luke walks around the acid puddle and charges at Lee. When he is about two feet away, he swings his foot at his hands in an attempt to make the boy drop the chemicals.::

::Instead of dropping them, Lee pushes them hard into Luke's hands and arms.::

(Uh, okay...)

::Luke takes the chemicals (since flasks are not that fragile) and tosses them to the floor, watching them break and the liquid drench the floor.::

"Nice job, genius. Now what?"

::Luke aims a kick towards the younger and more frail young man, directing said kick towards his abdomen.::

::Lee grunts as he falls back and then immediatley, from the floor, kicks as hard as he can at Luke's knees.::

::Luke catches Lee's foot after the blow is received to his knee, pulling the boy down with him. Before he could drop on him, Luke swings his leg to kick at Lee's jaw.::

::Lee pulls back but not in time. The end of Luke's foot connects with Lee's jaw, sending him down on his side. He reaches over to an abandoned book bag and happens to find a pair of scissors. He pulls back and jabs them hard at Luke's leg.::

::Luke screams from the sharp pain in his leg.::

"SON OF A BITCH!"

::He pulls the scissors from his leg and opens them. Luke swings his arm, slashing the blade at Lee's throat.::

::Lee screams out as the blade cuts a bit of his lower neck. He pulls back and kicks hard at Lukes face.::

"Moron!"

::Luke catches the leg as he was anticipating that move and casually casts it aside. He rolls over onto Lee, still grasping the scissors. Sitting on Lee's abdomen, Luke raises his arms and stabs at Lee's chest and face repeatedly.::