welcome to the new world (gorillas)

So, this girl was from the Americas, and likely an upperclass background. As the pieces came together it began to explain her unusual habits and distanced personality, though he still wondered how her family was unable to pull political ties to prevent her from coming here. Even so, another topic beckoned; for a hulking black man took to Cassiel's backside, producing a light snicker. Sebastian nearly burst into laughter as he watched the man, clasp his shoulder, massage his neck and even shoot him a wink. But something caught him off guard, perhaps the ivory, leather digits curling around his own shoulder. He cringed slightly, shooting a glance to Rory that said 'thanks brat', as she sat down and encouraged their intrusive behavior. Just what kind of "training" were these gargantuan talking about.

Regardless, whatever misfortune they had planned for the two younger men, Sebastian was to stubborn to let them have their way. Even if they were twice his size, his extensive background in martial arts was enough to handle an enemy of this stature. Another benefit of wealth, was the amount spent into training your skills as a child, and pursuing greater education outside of school – such as music, language, and even self defense. In fact, it only made sense that the future heir to a weapons development company had a background in the nature of his business, and his experience easily trifled most, exceeding ten years and maybe more. Nonetheless, Sebastian glanced up towards the hulking Russian, acknowledging his striking resemblence to Zangief, and inspiring the muse of his button-mashing days.

Thin lips parted, and he spoke in baritone, "Sorry bub, you're a bit weak for my tastes." The man's expression changed, revealing a slight confusion to the small boy's confidence. But, he seized this confusion to act, and gain an upperhand on the towering beast. His right leg lifted casually, and he glanced between his comrades, casting a grin as the heel of his foot came smashing down on the brute's leg. As it crushed through his kneecap, it overextended the muscles and dislocated his leg from the knee joint. A loud pop hit the air, and Zangief released a wicked howl, voicing his pain without the slightest hesitation. The hand the clasped Sebastian shoulder, was now gripped between his hands, as he twisted it palm up, and slammed the arm against his shoulder.

As the hulk's arm hit his shoulder, it connected at the elbow, snapping through the bone and cortorting it into an unnaturally bent angle. But the young man was far from done, with the weight of his adversary falling forward, he adjusted his grip, shifting it further up the arm as he twisted the beast over his back and slammed him to the floor. It took little effort really, since the heavy weight and momentum of the Russian's movement led him down a road he'd soon come to regret. The exposed flesh of his back smacked hard against the cold, cement beneath, his weight only contributing to the damage on his figure. And with the mans arm still in hand, even now broken, he twisted it at the wrist and bent his ring finger back to his arm, producing a grueling pain that made movement seem impossible. With the beast immobilized and on the ground, Sebastian pressed his foot hard against his throat, and leaned in close.

"Maybe next time you'll think twice about using your size against someone," he spoke firmly, wiping the sweat from his brow, and shaking it off onto the beast. While his actions may have seemed absurd, in a prison like this, it was best to establish authority and instill fear in those who posed a threat. If you didn't your life would be hell, and everyone would pick on you for the mere fact of your weakness.