Falling and No One There to Catch Me [action]

[backhandjustice]

[He's felt fidgety and off for the past few days. He's spent as much time as he can in his room, having dreams that he would rather not speak off, fighting off the urge to smash things to pieces, to scream. It's been like holding in a volcano and he's waiting for it to explode. Food is the thing that drove him from his room, just wanting to get

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[not_a_chicken]

[As Zell's out looking for hot dogs, he just can't ignore the commotion that's going on at the pizza place. He heads over, shocked to see that Ventus is the cause of all this.

Normally, he'd probably just jump a guy trying to pick a fight in public and try to pin him down before he could hurt anyone, but this is his friend. Zell would rather try talking to Ven before resorting to throwing punches.]

The hell happened here?!!

<3

[backhandjustice]

[Ven was not in the mood for talking. He was beyond angry, seeing in a red haze. He turned towards the yell, and in an instant surged forward, his blade brought forward for a defensive sort of block-push.]

8D <3

[not_a_chicken]

Whoa whoa, HEY!!

[Not expecting that, Zell stumbled backwards, but fortunately managed to keep from falling down.]

It's me, Zell!

Promise to visit him in detox? :"D

[backhandjustice]

[He can't hear anymore, his ears ringing with the words of his masters. He cried out, coming at him again, striking out with incoherent fury.]

Of course! Zell's worried about his buddy! ;^;

[not_a_chicken]

[Zell did his best to back away, dodging the attacks. He didn't want to hurt Ventus, but with things keeping up like this, Zell realized he just might have to fight back. That is, if he ever found an opening.]

<3

[backhandjustice]

[There were probably plenty. Ventus was a good fighter, but in his rage he was loosing form, striking out like a blind man, just hoping to strike something, anything.]

[not_a_chicken]

[It was a bit difficult to predict Ven's attacks, since his movements were a bit erratic. Just as Zell attempted to get in a punch, the keyblade swung back around, knocking into his side, just below the arm, but Zell had enough training to not go down after one blow. Though, it did make him wince as he was knocked back quite a bit.]

Ven, cool it!!

[backhandjustice]

But this is what you wanted!

[He snarled and stumbled back, catching his breath, seeming so tired even though he had barely done anything.

He came back in, letting out an inarticulate cry again and leapt, attempting to come down with a hammer strike.]

[not_a_chicken]

What're ya talkin' about?! I don't wanna fight! You're my friend!!

[Seeing the incoming attack, Zell quickly leaped to the side, rolling out of the way.]

[backhandjustice]

[Ventus crashed down, his blade denting the floor. He whirled, coming after Zell again, his armor clanking as he attacked, his breath coming in labored hisses.]

SO ERASE ME!

[not_a_chicken]

That doesn't make any sense!!

[Zell went back on the defensive, carefully dodging the attacks. He figured maybe if Ven got tired out, he'd be more willing to talk about things.]

[backhandjustice]

[It was a good idea, if bad execution. Rage tended to give people more strength and endurance than they deserved. He swung and swung again, never letting up, letting out growls that could have been mistaken for cries of despair.]