A brand new life (all 260 students)

[Wyatt]

OCC: Ok I re-read the posts and I am a bit confused but I think I got the jest of whats happening, PM me if my assumptions are false.

Vision was slowly returning, Wyatt's body naturally flushed the impurities from his vision...it just took a bit longer then previously expected.

The chess pieces were set...the game was entering its ENDGAME....

The Queen, the most strongest piece in the game was currently fighting the other Queen from the opposition.....a interesting battle indeed.

The enemies king was currently engaged with two bishops....the bishops also appeared to be in direct conflict with each other even though they were on the same side. Goes against the rules of chess according to rationality and reasoning.

The opponents rook however seemed switch objectives however, it once covered the knight from advancing seemed to move against the quarreling bishops.

This left the knight to freely to advance to the king....for the checkmate? Time would tell.

The reddish orb was still present, Wyatt had fed it energy to last a bit longer but its previous use had been canceled by Wyatt's change of concentration from Leon to Mr.H.

Slowly Wyatt arose from his kneeling position into a sprint to wards his objective. Wyatt's overcoat flapped violently from his speed...the air that found its way underneath the shades felt good upon the eyes making Wyatt dash faster.

Then in a blink of an eye Wyatt stopped running coming to a sliding stop facing his opponent in a perfect posture with shades glowing red.

"It is usually custom to bow to your opponent before the conflict begins..I find no reason to break such rule now sir"

Calmly stated Wyatt taking off his hat in a respective bow to his headmaster before resuming his perfect posture. Wyatt's breathing was Precise, hearing was a bit hard due to the makeshift earplugs and vision was slowly returning to normal.

How would the red cladded Wyatt start his battle? Well by walking straight into it of course there was no need for running now. Wyatt was already a few feet from Mr.H so a quick walk the rest wouldn't hurt the situation in the least.

The senior would casually walk the distance in his usually glide like manner no emotion leaking what-so-ever. Wyatt's half decent gaze would be analyzing Mr.H's muscle movements and foot and hand posture as well.

Slowly Wyatt would pull back a fist in his casual walk entering a very close proximity to Mr.H. Then in a very deliberate motion began to launch a single punch at Mr.H's chest.

A bit blunt, a bit obvious, a bit to original and mixed with a hell of allot of brilliance aswell.....

[Katsuri Katashi]

Transference and Destruction Part 1

To be fighting with a style that truly had no balance?.. That was even worse. To be acting as if a true drunkard was idiotic, down right retarded to put it bluntly, many a person had caused themselves great pain and despair due to such mistakes. However, a comment of holding back had ceased the movements he was going to make to continue a fluid motion of strikes, instead, the behemoths foot soared downwards still towards the stage, instantly causing a massive impact hole where the floor had crumbled away, causing the male to slam hands against what remained to launch himself back up from falling inwards and landing down solidly. The entire stage had been shook upon incoming several nails rattling free from their place of homage, only the foundation screws holding it together any longer.

"Holding back? I do not know the meaning. " This said he drew backwards, taking in a deep breath as those hands curled tightly into palm laced striking instances, whilst legs locked into a slightly leaning posture, allowing his body to tense up. Cracking his neck, much akin to his deceased brother, he would have grinned. "Do not assume you know me, when you know nothing at all. " The red headed male would have bent his left arm so that the palm was facing back towards him, aimed directly upwards, of course at an angle deeper then 90. This while the other was bent at a 90 degree angle, the same palm aimed towards the ground, the top in the middle of his forearm lining up perfectly underneath the others elbow, the palm of said arm also locked upwards into a 90 degree angle, with the knuckles barely touching the other arm.

The glancing blow, which had been forced to be glancing due to the destruction of the stage, had bounced off of his shoulder, causing a bit of a red mark to begin its appearance, one where a friction burn would come in later, truly nasty stuff, but a bit of balm eased the pain. That scarred form flexed once again, his adrenaline beginning to reach its full flow now that the fight was entering its initial stages. "Fighting as if you were a drunken frat imbecile will not fly here. " Granted, if others continued to interrupt their fun.. he may have been forced to relinquish one of his deadliest weapons in the arsenal he had. Here is a hint, it was small cylindrical, and could fit inside his fundoshi, here is another, it was not his fun time toy either.


(Katsuri -

Strength: 137.5
Dexterity: 60
Constitution: 137.5
Intelligence: 95
Wisdom: 95
Charisma: 45

Adrenaline: 40%
Current Cap: 60% )

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon twitched his right shoulder... The scars from its removal seemed to be rather... distinct right now. They itched more or less, the shoulder would pop, and he would stand straight. Seemed playing around wouldn't do much in this fight. He'd have to stop using his bullshit style and actually start fighting. He hadn't been forced by a single person in this city to fight in this manner just yet, but that pressure was immense, and ever so present. Leon wasn't pretending to know anything, the more the big guy moved, the more he was convinced he was related to Hiroko Katashi in one way shape or form.

Leon would turn so his right side faced the big guy, his right arm linind his side to his mid thigh, fisted. His left arm made itself comfy crossing over his body, while the fist rested right next to his right shoulder. It would require a bit of effort now. The guy was just as if not more powerfult han himself.... He did always have that thing he recieved not to long ago. He never really thought he would ever use it. He hated the idea, so he pushed it out of his mind entirely.

"Then teach me."

In respute to the comment abouth him knowing nothing, and in jest at the fact he was a teacher? Most likely.