[SCENE] Tigre and Diego in "Gwoartal Kombat"

[tigertigre]

((OOC: Following up Matt's entry, wherein Matt orders a hit on Diego.))



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Diego: *Diego is standing out in the yard, wandering around - since it's mostly limited to their wing, the spacious yard is mostly empty, and there ae fewer guards on duty. The relative solitude is nice after the past two weeks, and as he wanders around the basketball court Diego can't help thinking that he's kind of lucky*

Tigre: *Diego feels a finger tap him twice on his shoulder.*

Diego: *there is a moment of trepidation - he knows that it is in his worst interests to turn around - but, deciding there is no other proper way to respond, he resolves himself and turns*

Tigre: *When Diego turns around, Tigre is standing right behind him. He is, for whatever reason, wearing a plain white t-shirt with jeans, and Diego is immediately greeted by a square punch to the jaw.*

Diego: *He staggers back - the only reason that didn't knock him fully on his ass was that he leaned into it, killing the momentum of the punch. He takes several preparatory steps back, his faced locked on Tigre* What in the Hell?

Tigre: You made a big mistake. *his expression is one you'd normally see on him when he's about to roar, but instead of roaring, he's swiftly walking towards Diego and taking another swing at his face.*

Diego: *Diego throws himself backwards, the next punch only barely clipping him, and he backpedals further and further - he had no idea Tigre was going to do this, had considered it an impossibility up to now... but when he kicks up his foot and slaps his heel, an iron rod still slides out of the leg of his slacks, and he grips it in his right hand, waiting for Tigre to lunge*

Tigre: *The other prisoners have stopped what they're doing and are staring at the two now. There is no hint of surprise on Tigre's expression when Diego pulls out his weapon. With a low growl, he advances forwards.*

Diego: *He hefts the rod in his hand and keeps his stride long, circling around Tigre even as he keeps his distance - he's ready if Tigre lunges, but the guards have noticed and are already approaching from behind Tigre*

Tigre: *Keeps his stance low and continues to glare at Diego. He can hear the guards approach, but he doesn't care; his steps up wordlessly, all the fear he's displayed since the four-cup job, seemingly vanished.*

Diego: *he hefts, ready to swing, setting his stance with his side exposed; he is no longer retreating* What gave the tiger back its roar, I wonder?

Tigre: *he's further aggravated by that line, and it shows in his tone.* I know what you did! *Arms at his sides and fingers clawed, he doesn't stop approaching, but he doesn't lunge, either. Two guards are coming in close now from behind him.*

Diego: I'd hope you know what I did, Tigre. *the guards see that things are about to turn very violent, and before the first blow can be struck they take the last few steps at a run - two of them, making a grab for one of Tigre's arms apiece*
Diego: You'd need amnesia to not know.

Tigre: *he's restrained by the guards, but he's unfazed -- for a moment, he's eerily calm, and he gives Diego a piercing look with fangs bared when he speaks the next line:* Dat ain't what I'm talkin' about.

Diego: *he relaxes visibly - the guards have apparently been keeping an eye on him, and he seems sure of himself when they grab Tigre. He turns way, throwing a salute over his shoulder* You can tell me when you get out tomorrow.

Tigre: *As soon as he sees Diego's back, he snaps.* GWOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRR! *He jerks back his shoulder and lifts his right arm in the air; the guard is carried with it, and with one swooping motion, Tigre launches the poor man at Diego.*

Diego: *The guard screams as he's hurtled trough the air and Diego turns - when he turns it is just in time to see the man flying at him, and he shouts in surprise as the guard plows into him, taking both of them to the ground, his weapon knocked from his hand and sent bouncing along the black*

Tigre: *The other guard watches this with his mouth agape, and before he has time to even react, Tigre punches him in the face. The guard loses his grip when he's knocked back, and Tigre grabs his collar, tossing him to the ground like a ragdoll as he continues walking towards Diego.*

Diego: *The force of the guard and Diego hitting the ground separates the two of them, and when Diego stops he is on his hands and knees - the other guards are coming, at a run, but they aren't going to get there in time to make any difference. The bar is closer to Tigre than it is to him - he spends a moment deciding the best course of action, rises to his feet and runs like Hell towards the entrance to the block*

Tigre: *he picks up the iron rod and follows Diego with quick, long strides. He's not running, and somehow that makes him all the more menacing. He knows there are more guards coming, but all his attention is still focused on the man with the visor.*

Diego: *Diego easily outpaces him, the guard actually getting out of his way as he heads inside - the same guard begins to run towards Tigre, a baton now in his hand, and footsteps form the other guards grow louder - they'll be on top of him in about five seconds*

Tigre: *When he's within range, the guard swings his baton at Tigre, who catches it with his bare hand. Tigre twists his arm, causing the guard's arm to twist into a painful position. The guard cries out and lets go of his weapon, and when he does, he is promptly gonked on the head with the baton's blunt end. He collapses. Tigre then turns around, glares at the other guards and ROARs.*

Diego: *the guards exchange looks for only a moment before making the collective decision to get more help - no one makes a move to Tigre but one of them takes a walkie-talkie from his belt, radioing for more guards to get to the yard and now*

Tigre: *As the guard is making the call, an orange hand yanks the walkie-talkie away. There is a loud CRUNCH, and the walkie-talkie is politely returned to its owner, now completely flattened and silenced forever.*

Diego: *The guards all turn and flee uniformly, the broken walkie-talkie dropped to the ground. Tigre hears the sound of footsteps pounding behind him, from just inside of the door - and Diego leaps out from the shadows, Face-Breaker Mug in his right hand, swinging for the back of Tigre's head*

Tigre: *Tigre turns just in time. CLANG! He's shielded himself from the mug attack with the baton and iron rod, crossing them together to form an "X." After a beat, he pushes forwards on Diego's arm in an attempt to shove it away.*

Diego: *There's so much wrong with what just happened that Diego reels back in shock as much as from the push, stumbling once and then lunging again, still going for Tigre's face*

Tigre: *Diego's weapon has one obvious weakness, and Tigre takes advantage of it -- he swings the iron rod sideways, keeping it horizontal, and thrusts it into the cup at full force as it's coming towards him. It was a one in a million shot, but he did it.*

Diego: *Diego grits his teeth in a hiss as his fist is yank to the side, and he fights to loosen his fingers from its grip - in the meantime slamming his left fist full into Tigre's jaw*

Tigre: *Tigre's head turns to the side when he's hit, but his recovery is quick, and the attack only made him angrier. He growls; as soon as he dislodges the rod from the mug, the back of his foot slams into Diego's stomach.*

Diego: *Diego doubles over, stumbling back and breathing carefully, measuredly through his teeth - he's never seen Tigre like this before. Something's different - whatever it is, it's bad. There is just enough space between them for him to spit out a taunt* You realize, Shere Kahn, that if I run from you, you will be caught first.

Tigre: *Taking slow, deliberate steps towards Diego now, rod in one hand and baton in the other. The sun is behind him and his features are shadowed; he's serious when he speaks the next line:* I don't care.

Diego: *the grin he had working falls abruptly off of his face* Shit. *he turns and bolts, off as if he had never been winded, beating a path down the hallway - he's headed towards the cafeteria*

Tigre: *he begins the chase; fortunately for Diego, the Tiger can't run as fast as him, but there's an even greater look of determination in the larger man's eyes now -- they look as sharp as his fangs, and he's not going to lose sight of his prey.*

Diego: *Diego arrives at the caf, and luckily it's during one of the periods where no one is around - another block appears to have just left, as a few trays are lying around. He looks around wildly - but between Ron, him, and Edgeworth, the damn place has actually been made safe. There's nothing to use as a weapon - even the tables have been replaced with the kind that have built in rows of seats. Given no other options he presses his back against the wall next to the door and waits*

Tigre: *A familiar iron rod is swung into the open door frame, right next to Diego's head. Tigre doesn't see him there -- he was just hitting it out of anger or something, but had Diego been just an inch closer to the door, it would've been another successful one in a million shot for Tigre, because the rod bends as soon as it makes contact.* Grrr... *he glances around the room*

Diego: *Diego realizes in some remote part of his mind that, if that had hit him, it would have killed him, but he doesn't react to that - he grabs Tigre's wrist with his left hand, pinning it to the wall and pivoting his entire body, driving his mug into Tigre's nose with an audible CRUNCH*

Tigre: *He GWOOAARRs when he's hit, but it's more out of anger than pain. The now-useless iron rod clatters on the floor when he drops it. As blood begins to drip from his nose, he brings down his fist on top of Diego's head, twice.*

Diego: *The first blow rocks his head down, and his fingers fly up instinctively to check the connectors at his temples, even while his neck threatens to telescope - at the second blow he spasms and unfastens his visor, which comes off in his hands. Without thinking he swings it up at Tigre's face, a metallic CLANG echoing throughout the empty cafeteria as he turns and runs, slamming it back into his eyes*

Tigre: *Momentarily clutches his face, but recovers even quicker than last time -- it's almost as if the more you hit him, the stronger he gets. He wipes his bloody nose with his arm and gives chase. This time, he lives up to his name in a way we've never seen him before by pouncing at Diego, grabbing his ankle and bringing him down to the floor.*

Diego: *he's barely able to break his fall with his arms as he hits the ground, his breath still knocked out of him - he looks back and knows he can't pull back far enough to kick Tigre in the face without being in even worse trouble, and without thinking he swings the Face-Breaker, throwing it at the knuckles of Tigre's grasping hand and pulling as hard as he can with his leg, just trying to break his grip*

Tigre: *He must have played stickball as a kid, because he's able to knock the mug away with the baton. It flies off to the side, clearly far from either of their reach. He lets go of Diego's foot when he flings the baton away over his shoulder. He then brings himself forwards, turns Diego onto his back, and proceeds to strangle the hell out of him.*

Diego: *when Tigre pounces again it's too much for him to react to and those hands cut off his wind before he can even react - but his hands fly up to Tigre's face in turn, his thumbs pressed against Tigre's eyes, the one soft spot on this bastard's entire body. He squeezes, jamming in his thumbs - if Tigre doesn't let go, Diego will die only after plucking out his eyes and wiping them on his t-shirt like oversized boogers*

Tigre: *He throws his head back and growls with pain. That friggin' hurts. He releases his hold on Diego's neck, allowing him the chance to escape.*

Diego: *Diego brings his right knee up into Tigre's ribs, heaving with his whole body and actually throwing the larger man up on top of one of the tables - and then he's up and off at a run, choking as he tries to breathe, headed towards the kitchen door, knowing it's probably locked*

Tigre: *He rolls off the table and onto his feet, barely able to stay on them as he brings his hands to his watering eyes. That did some damage, but he has a whole lot of fight left in him. If he had a health bar above his head, it'd still be about 80% full and in the green right now.*

Diego: *Diego, on the other hand, would be in the yellow, and this shows when he comes to the kitchen door and kicks it at a full run - his body is racked with the shock of the unyielding surface and he actually falls onto the ground, scrambling to his feet and running for the exit, shouting to Tigre in hoarse tones* Hey, STRIPES! What's the matter, Tiger lost his roar again? *then he's gone through the doorway, running to the library*

Tigre: Grr... Diego Armando! Youse is gonna pay for what you' did..!! *his voice is filled with rage when he speaks that name, and after a few moments, he's blinking rapidly and regaining his vision. He wipes his eyes, and soon he's back on the hunt.*

Diego: *he can hear Tigre behind him, the sound he makes is huge, and in spite of the shortness of his breath he pours on all the speed he can. He's lightheaded when he gets to the library, looking about for a moment before slipping between a pair of shelves and running to the end of the aisle, hiding himself behind the width of the book case and waiting*

Tigre: *He charges through the library doors and moves rapidly, searching for the shock white of Diego's hair, the glaring red from the visor, or that stupid turquoise shirt he can't stand. He can't spot any signs of him, so he takes the liberty to do what he does best -- use his brawn.* Graaargh!! *blood pumping with fury, he gives one of the bookcases a generous, aggressive shove, and it topples over, also knocking over the one behind it, creating a falling domino effect which Diego is about to be caught in.*

Diego: *Tigre hears a loud, generous thud of the third bookcase hitting the fourth, and then nothing*

Tigre: *He slowly stalks towards the rows of bookcases, looking for Diego. He's not familiar with this place -- in fact, this is the first time he's been in the library since he's been transferred to this prison.*

Diego: HeerAAAGH- *Diego heaves with all the force in his body, and all four bookcases fall back at once, crashing on top of Tigre in a shower of wood and paper*

Tigre: !! *Briefly distracted by the massive amount of books, when he realizes what is happening, he's too late. He throws his arm up as the book cases come down on him, various hardcover texts falling all around him. When the dust settles, amazingly enough, he is still hanging on -- he's leaning into the shelves with his shoulder, holding it up with all his might with his body trembling, his knees just about to give out.*

Diego: *Diego pants, groaning when the shelves stop, and staggers out from the aisle, grabbing a rather large hardcover copy of The Children's Britannica on the way. He knows the guards are coming, but they may not be here soon enough and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold out. He waits by the aisle he thinks Tigre will come out of, book clasped in his hands*

Tigre: *following a large crash and a few beats of nothing, Tigre stumbles out into Diego's view. He's starting to look winded at last. A copy of Sophie's World slides off his head.*

Diego: *it is replaced by the crash of the children's encyclopedia against Tigre's skull, hard enough to bend the spine of the book*

Tigre: *And with that, a big chunk of red is knocked off Tigre's health bar. He falls to his knees and hits the floor. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.*

Diego: *Diego drops the book and pants - Tigre's stunned state is enough for him to give in to exhaustion for a moment* Why, Tigre? What did I do to set you off? I thought we had an understanding.

Tigre: R-rrggh... *When he looks up into the red lights, it's one of pure hatred -- different from what Diego's seen before. Those words give him the strength to reach up and grab Diego's collar, scowling at him, teeth stained with the blood from his nose.* We did... until I learned what you' did.

Diego: *as Tigre rises Diego wraps his hands around Tigre's wrists - he couldn't break the man's grip if he tried, but he hopes he can keep those hands away from his neck. When he speaks his voice is a mixture of resignation and utter confusion* What? What did I do?

Tigre: *a gruff laugh* You'd be needin' amnesia not to know... Or do youse just forgets things when it's convenient?!

Diego: *he hisses between his teeth in frustration* I don't know what you're talking about!

Tigre: *glares at Diego, hard* How did it feel, Stripes?

Diego: *his tone is even, but only barely* What? How did what feel?

Tigre: The redhead. How did it feel when you' raped her?

Diego: *The grip of his fingers tighten on Tigre's wrist, and his face goes expressionless with shock. His voice is cold, nearly a croak* When I raped her?

Tigre: You heards me!

Diego: *every vein on his neck and face is standing out as his vision blurs - if he still saw normally he would be seeing the color of blood in his eyes* You- *he releases Tigre's hands and grabs onto his collar* son- *his body heaves, and with a rush of newfound strength he slams Tigre into the side of a bookcase, his visor inches away from those teeth* of a BITCH!

Tigre: *A flash of surprise on his face, and the tables are suddenly turned. A few books fall to the floor when he's slammed against the bookcase by Diego.*

Diego: *his breath comes in ragged gasps - he's actually physically shaking as he rears back and belts Tigre across the mouth, then turns and throws him bodily, as Tigre earlier threw the guard, so that he crashes on top of one of the tables* You dare... You dare accuse me...

Tigre: *He's hit, thrown, and he's fully aware of how pissed Diego is -- it fazes him just a little seeing him like this, but he's still angry at the "rapist." Struggling a bit, he pushes himself up with his arms and yells back, spitting blood in Diego's face.* He told me!

Diego: *he doesn't even bother with one of the books, or even hitting Tigre in the easiest sense of that word - he grabs Tigre's face around the eyes, his thumb pressed against his right temples and his fingers pressed into the other one - he squeezes, and the force he is leveling is incredible* Who told you!? *he doesn't wait for an answer - he slams Tigre's head against the table, splitting the wooden surface, and the weight of Tigre's body breaks it the rest of the way so that Tigre hits the floor, and Diego still doesn't let go* TELL ME!

Tigre: *Okay, now he's starting to get scared. His brain barely registers what's going on -- all he knows is he's suddenly on the floor with wooden splinters in his back, his head hurts, and Diego is kind of upset.* Rrrgh...! *his eyes squeeze shut as he lets out a pained groan* D.. dat redhead... Dat guy she's always wid! *winces; he can't recall the name* M-motorcycle boy... Dat's why! Dat's why he told me to...

Diego: *he freezes - and abruptly lets go of Tigre's head, kneeling down beside him* Engarde. Engarde told you to what? Rough me up? Kill me?

Tigre: *his head falls back when he's let go. He looks at Diego through half-lidded eyes. There is no fight left in him.* T-Told me to take youse out... whatever dat meant.

Diego: *he hisses between his teeth again, looking up at the library entrance to see if the guards have arrived yet - they haven't, but they're close* Tigre, I never touched her. Either Engarde was lying to you or the girl was lying to him. *he grits his teeth, speaking through them* Just thought you should know.

Tigre: *thinks* ..... *pauses* ..... *falls silent* ..... Shit. *with that, his head drops back, and he passes out.*

Diego: *he stands up; he continues talking knowing Tigre can't hear him* They're gonna put you in solitary for a while, Tigre. Shouldn't have hit those guards. *he grimaces* ...If it matters, I would have done the same thing in your shoes. I don't blame you. I'll make sure the guards tell you that much. *the guards arrive and Diego barrels past them at full tilt, not stopping to explain, blood clouding his vision and his mind's eye on Matt Engarde*