New Era ("Reformation" Story Arc/OPEN)

[Tyr Odinson]

OOC(( This is NOT a QUEST, this is the beginning of a BOARD WIDE story ARC, and therefore there is no rule to post order, or how to post, etc. You will be combating against people, getting exp for every fight, and in the end will probably NOT recieve any boosters or items. The point of this is storyline and plotting, in which things will change and people will be effected whether they like it or not. =D Have fun!))

The grass was soft beneath his feet, his weight evenly distributed beneath him. His hands were in the pockets of his pure white slacks, glasses reflecting the sun brightly. He breathed deep- the air was cleaner on this side of town, but the building was slightly run down, almost rustic. He looked at the kids, some eyeing him with contempt, others with anger and hunger. He was the new meat in the schoolyard, the fresh fish to tear apart and swallow. He knew the stories- this place was said to be notorious for its strength, for its students abilities. He kept his gaze forward, not looking back at anyone who happened to follow him. There was no point in provoking them- beating up on students who had nothing to do with him was not part of his purpose here.

After that day, he and Anthony had spoken extensively, and the statement of him packing light was disregarded. Instead, he packed everything from his tiny apartment, and moved to California altogther, fully intending to stay and transfer into 259. Others had followed- three others, in fact. They were not on his mind at the moment, however. What was on his mind though was the guy who stepped in front of him. Strong looking, bulging muscles. Behind him stood some friends, laughing at him. He looked up into his eyes, waiting for what he assumed to be the pretty boy beatdown.

"Gimme yer wallet kid. Its initiation time."

He looked around before tilting his head slightly.

"Mmm. No."

A punch slammed into his cheek, sending him stumbling backward a few steps. The guy laughed. Daniel reached up, using his middle finger to once again push back his sight-hinderers. He waited. The big guy walked forward, and immediately began raining down blows upon this transfer, to show him how people at 259 got along. Daniel didn't fight back, instead falling beneath the heavy fists.

Who, just who, would be the savior today?

[Quest Character]

“Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”
-Kurt Tucholsky

These words meant little to a hardened veteran of vulgar society, words and muddled reactions all coming to a cataclysm of thoughts realizations and dreams. Everything so utterly foggy that the dismay of such folks just tuned them out. Words were often the weapon that did everything and yet solved nothing. Three days he'd been lurking about the school, making no notion as to his presence, no violent action nor implications towards his presence. That was indeed the hardest part. To go below the radar, yet again there was a debt he owed, his lifeblood serving a cause.

Those pale Orange eyes stood out from the rooftop sitting there like a stone of nothingness even as the sudden thud of realization came to his often belittled mind. It was beginning.

"He's here."

The small encourageable companion who'd been bouncing around behind him said with a sudden glimmer of hope on her features. Something she couldn't restrict even as the sturdy gaze of Owen turned upwards without a word but the cocked brow evident and her features turning down in surprise fitted now with a subtle shade of rose at her cheeks.

"What?"

Looking away once more Owen resumed his stone like posture as Chelsea flushed radiantly to defend her position ready to make a scene of things but unable to get a rise out of the behemoth like figure sitting without protest nor encouragement upon the subject.

Rather the vastness of ones thoughts were focused upon the pressing details of now what? Not that it mattered in his mind but more so displayed in his careless features of anything for that matter. A hulking frame was all that he'd been and now watching through slanted eyes he hastened in upon the man he'd entrusted taking his word for what it was, what it had always led them to become. Yes it was about to begin.

[Adrian Kreever]

((OOC: If something's been done wrong, too early or whatever, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'll correct or delete what's needed))

The cheering and laughter of the bully's companions changed into angry shouts and other sounds of disapproval. Before the pumped fool had a chance to find out why, a long strap of leather descended over his face and tightened against his neck. "There we go." Adrian mumbled cheerfully, whistling a happy tune as he pulled the struggling boy off his victim and a good few feet away, positioning himself to face the bully's comrades. They hesitated, seeing their leader coughing and pushing himself up on all fours in an attempt to get back on his feet, even as Adrian's foot trailed a beautiful semi-circle, ending in the bully's temple. Adrian continued to whistle(, 'What you gonna do with a drunken sailor',) The smile from before growing in strength as more kicks went home, in the boy's face, his kidneys, his stomach and, finally, his chin, displacing it. What a lovely way to start a lovely day.

Adrian was in a good mood today, for a simple reason. Since he came to this establishment, a few months ago, he'd been trying to hide, to stay out of sight and avoid showing his violent tendencies. But now, he had found the perfect way to act them out on the school's premises, with hardly any chance of negative fallout. You acted the part of the Samaritan. By assaulting those who assaulted others, you could hurt them almost as much as you pleased, and if discovered, it would all be marked down as good nature. Of course, this theory was far from bullet-proof, but it was sure to help him in his time here. When it was clear the bully wouldn't get back up, Adrian fastened his belt to his waist again, still whistling. He didn't hear any movement in the direction of the guy's fellows, and so did them the courtesy of kicking his unconscious body in their direction. That always freaked them out. "Now, if you gentlemen would have the exquisite manners of pissing the fuck off, I won't have to decorate my porch with your entrails." He chuckled, as if he'd made a good joke. It had the desired effect, however, soon the scum had fled. Not that I might not do that anyway. He thought, looking after them as they ran off, carrying their comrade between them. You, I could imagine, would have such a wonderful skull.

The goons were gone, but still something felt amiss. Find bullies, check. Beat them up, check. Send them packing, check. What was that last point on the checklist? He was sure it was important... Did you consider fucking CHECKING ON THE GUY THEY ATTACKED?! "That was it." He mumbled, snapping his fingers in realisation. It was the most boring part of it because, frankly, most of those who were attacked were as weak as those who attacked them, but it was essential to the act. Far too many things were. "Hey." He walked over to the boy, trying to assess whether or not he had to drag this one to the infirmary. "How're you feeling?"

[Tyr Odinson]

The large, testosterone pumped steriod eater was pulled from his position of devine ass-kicking, thrown to the ground within moments. the boys scurried away, taking the fellow with them as a large clump of useless meat. Daniel had kept his eyes on the fight, being on his hands and knees after the beatdown. The boy, Adrian, had some skill, but he struggled to break bone. He was no pillar, and definitely not Captain. At least, so he assumed- for if this was the case, Daniel would be highly disappointed. As Adrian approached, Daniel planted a foot, putting his hand on his knee and pushing to his feet. He was covered in dirt, blood running from his mouths corner. He picked up his glasses, placing them smoothely over his eyes before clearing his throat, coughing, and spitting blood.

"I'm alright. Thanks for the help." He coughed a bit more from the dirt in his mouth before speaking, wiping his arm across his mouth to clear it just before hand.

"Are you a pillar?"

A simple question, with an all-too-likely simple answer. It would be a no. He didn't carry himself with the Air of a pillar. He didn't talk to the students in the way of a pillar and he obviously didn't hold much control or fear over the populace. Something told him this kid simply liked to fight--it was an air, a grin during battle. Perhaps he felt combat was his nature, or maybe it was all he ever knew. Regardless, he held no standing in Daniel's eyes. Still, he couldn't just ditch the boy, so instead he decided to make use of him.

"Well, can you take me to a pillar? I'd like to ask them why they just let people get the hell kicked out of them before they walk through the front doors."

He played off perfectly the "weak", "helpless" kid who was just indignant at his situation. He made it appear that his intentions were simply to complain, give a harsh word, and move on.

Should the boy decide to lead him to one, Daniel would wait for the boys back to turn before putting his hands in his pockets and looking up, eyes arresting on the frame of Owen Stevens. His eyes said one thing, and one thing only.

Follow, but remain out of sight.

[Quest Character]

Focused intently as all things should be the wordless giant stoically observing took note of several things for one. The boy, The bad-guys, and Daniel. It was obvious how things would turn out but once again Daniel always managed to surprise him in times like these, there was a change of a look in his eyes since he last "spoke" with the man. But he never really changed, just the premise of his ideals always sparking individuals.

"Seriously what?!"

The fuming now crimson girl beside him standing vehemently striking a pose of absolute defiance. Funny, she always seemed the shy type why now stand out as such a defiant character. Owen didn't shift his gaze expecting what was to come to arrive soon and he needed all of his focus. As a precautionary tactic, his massive palm reached up and sealed Chelsea's lips entirely engulfing her face as she flailed uselessly.

"mgdejfajfje"

Owen saw the short note of his gaze understanding it once more entirely as he cocked a finger up to redirect Chelsea's attention downward to her current obsession. Her failings calmed and that rosy exterior returned to a pale determine face full of longetivity.

Though with a release of his palm she'd smack him on the skull forcing the big man to rub it in apparent pain for lack of a better word.

"Good now lets go!"

[Sara Gallagher]

[OOC- WHAT A TWIST O8 figured this was as good a time as any]

Sara leaned back against the sink, turning her back to the small stick sitting on the sink ledge. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot as she stared around the room, doing everything in her power to ignore the fact that she was doing what she was doing. She focused on the bathroom door as yet anther girl walked into it. Cursing and swearing ensued, a couple pounds on the door before the person left, thinking maybe the locked door meant the bathroom was out of order, and went in search of another ladies room.

She sighed, fidgeting as she forced herself not to look at her phone to check how long it had been. She didn't know why she was so nervous, it was only a week... Hell, she had handed in homework later then that. Finally, she decided she would rather not know and turned, grabbing the stick, meaning to throw it in the garbage. Sadly, as much as she hated to admit it, it was just a ploy to look at it sooner. Her eyes fell on the small plus symbol.

Oh shit...

She tossed the thing in the garbage and turned to the door, unlocking it and walking out of the washroom in a daze, pulling out her phone. Oh god, what was she going to tell Matrim? She quickly typed a quick text and pressed send.

I quit. I'm going home.

She was of course referring to her pillar title. She knew he would have questions, and she had a perfectly fine answer for it. She would tell him it was because she had beaten him. She couldn't be his lesser when she was clearly better. But she would deal with that when it came to it. She passed through the door and walked outside, passing a group of people.

"Well, can you take me to a pillar? I'd like to ask them why they just let people get the hell kicked out of them before they walk through the front doors."

She stopped, her head whipping to the side to see who had spoken. Anger flashed through her as she took the guy in, giving a full glance over. Oh really now? Ya? Pillars let it happen eh? She stepped up to him, glaring at him. "Pillars can't be everywhere at once. It's not our fault that you let the shit get kicked out of you. Did you try running? Huh? How about that, instead of fighting, why don't you run away?" She was advancing on him now, in all of her 5' 2" glory, her hands fisted at her sides. Probably not a good idea to take her anger out on this guy, but hell, why not? Better then fighting with Matrim later on.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim checked the text from Sara.

I quit. I'm going home.

Matrim didn't know why she had quit, and he thought about texting her back but decided ultimately that he would talk to her once he got home. Not to mention it was incredibly hard for him to text unless he wanted to freak everyone in his class out by using his extra arms. He had come to school with all his gear, mostly because recently activity had picked up. Fighters and punks and gangs doing stuff and thinking they could get away with it.

Ever since his last major on campus fight, not only were repairs being done to the schools gymnasium, he also had an injury that was a little obvious. His fist, burnt up from the own intensity of his Qi from focusing it into one hand, all the flames in one point for one punch. Some idea that was, he could still use Qi but he couldn't use that technique... not yet anyway. He was too injured from it. He still had another up his sleeve but... he wouldn't need it. Not in a place like this.

Still, as he got up, walking around as if dressed for a major battle, or even coming from one, he couldn't help but watch closely, observing every one he passed.

You're being paranoid again Matrim. Just go home.... talk to your wife, and leave.

Matrim shook his head a little bit. His chest was still somewhat in rough conditions, his left side that was once burned had healed over quite nicely, and the ribs themselves were pretty good to go, but as a precaution he had them wrapped up, not to the extent that his right hand was wrapped, but they were at least covered. Over them was a plain black t-shirt.

"Alright, time to get going..." He said as he started to walk outside he saw Sara, and half expecting her to already be gone he was confused... he took a good hard look at the group she was by.

That kid from the fighting club.... he breaks a thousand, but not by an awful lot and.... oh shit...

Matrim saw a reading of 18650, one that was higher than his own. He double checked by looking at his arm, and this guy was definitely higher. Matrim had the ability to break that amount but he had to burst his Qi into a focused amount. This was... well it was unheard of.

He generally kept his distance, waiting to see what happened. If he needed to interrupt he would, he had the capability if he really needed it, but Sara usually could take care of herself. So unless this guy was really focused on beating her up for no reason, he'd keep calm and wait to see what this was about.

That and I'm not sure what kind of mood she's in.... once she breaks away from him maybe I'll ask who he is, and if he wants to spar or something... or heck maybe I'll just compliment him on his strength.

Matrim stayed close to the wall of the nearest by building, leaning against it as he watched. If Sara happened to see him, he'd wave.

[Tyr Odinson]

He reached up, pinching the glasses at the brim and pulling them down as though to examine the girl. In reality, by placing his fingers on the two heat sensors, he activated the glasses' ability. He read her in totality, her power showing up in the same way Matrims item allowed. He looked at it without concern, appearing to stare at her. He looked away, eyes immediately locking onto the man whose power popped on his screen. Nifty little items, these. His eyes had been tampered with, giving UV radiation through sight in small amounts. The little text that appeared on the glasses could only be seen by him, which made it appear as though he was simply staring, even though his eyes saw what the boy didn't want him to know. High- higher then he expected. It was interesting, really. He enjoyed knowing that perhaps these were pillars that he could actually see and appreciate.

He turned back to the girl.

"Good pillars protect everyone, for the good of the school. They aren't meant to say 'protect yourself pussy.'. Perhaps this school has different views on that, or perhaps you need to just grow up. Either way, I'm glad your here."

He would push his glasses back up his nose and onto his face solidly.

"Both of you."

He took a deep breath.

"I hope the other one who is here is able to speak in a civil way- i would prefer not to beat what im saying through your obviously short-fused skull."

He spoke simply and calmly, almost as though what he was saying held no meaning to himself, like he could do it on a whim. He wasn't trying to insult, but he was a blunt individual, and wouldn't hesitate to get his point across. He was in total control- he had been given permission to do what he needed to do by whatever means necessary, and while he wouldn't hit this woman without provocation, he knew someone who would.

[Quest Character]

Chelsea's livid movements in defiance to the hold that'd just been relinquished towards her would be cut short as her attention was once more disrupted by that of a loud mouth woman with something of a quick temper to her. Her emerald eyes locked on her current obsession with dazzling interest and yet a twinge of heated anger at the defiant girl talking back to him. Hips swayed and jutted but centimeters before the stone-like figure beside her held the youth back once more from making a subtle mistake. His features indiscriminant towards the new entry even noticing the man in the corner of his eye for the first time but only after Daniel had made an acknowledgment to his presence.

Seems as though these were the fabled pillars of this school. The titan remained unmoved still, quiet and thoughtful not extorting any energy to the feign moves of his cohort who by this point was flailing her arms wildly in attempts to escape and give the girl who in her words would call. "A loud mouth hot headed worm" of course that was just the subtle distaste in her actions towards any woman interfering with Daniel. Vanessa would receive the same treatment associated of course with fiery glares and threatening letters in her locker from many anonymous people. >

"Whadd'ya think you're doing get out there and teach em a lesson!"

Chelsea's voice was low enough and directed solely at the stone figure. A southern accent of sorts to her voice calling for action rather than patience and thought.

Rather Owen shook his head pressed a hand to her head leveling the girl to sit forceably without any means to retaliate from such a motion. Of course Owen didn't know any information that Daniel did, he was rather moved by trust in his leader. The actions he made were that of a confident soldier rather than a worried official of power seeing as now in this school their power was null. Therefore they had no worries.

"Please...K'mon big guy,"

Head turning slowly to the small girl at his side comfortably so noticing her squirming childlike figure had changed into that of an adorable girl trying to get attention. Her livid eyes batting shortly to grasp his attention and find a weakness. Only to be turned away by an ignoring shrug of the noggin turning away to watch Daniel and the newcomers or rather the defenders in this scenario.

"GRRRRR I'm gunna knock your block off MR!"

*Endless flailing*

Caught once again at the attempted storm of rage Chelsea was defeated by something that looked to be a high-5 only bigger. Yup his hand caught her by the face impeding her motion and halting her flailing assault.

Big Guy: 1

Small Girl: 0

[Mitsukai]

There was quite a lot of commotion going on by the time Mitsukai wandered outside. As usual she had come a bit late to the party, missing an entire fight and the beginning of the newcomer's confrontation with the student body president. Not much she could have done about it, even though she at least tried to keep an eye out for what was going on in the school she still had things to do,school work, her pillar duties, and various other things that lately seemed to be piling up she couldn't be everywhere at once.

Now that she was here the tension she could feel instantly sent her on her guard. Was a fight going to break out soon? The kid who was talking to Sara seemed a bit worse for wear but that did not seem like the work of Sara even though the girl did seem kind of pissed off. Adrian was also there, she had not seen him in awhile but what did he have to do with all of this?

For a second she debated if she should go over and see what was going on for herself. If things were going to turn ugly she was not simply going to stand there and watch it happen. Then again she could simply be overreacting to all of this and just make things worse. Matrim wasn't butting into this matter for whatever reason so perhaps she should simply watch for now.

"Have any idea whats going on?" she asked walking up to the School captain. Her eyes never leaving the small group before them. For now she would stay neutral, find out what was happening and see what they did next. Only if she was either needed or thought the situation would get too out of hand she would step in.

[Sara Gallagher]

Sara crossed her arms over her chest chewing the inside of her cheek as she tried to control her anger. She really didn't like the way this guy looked down at her, just... staring. Who the hell did he think he was?! Calm... Think calm... Her eyes narrowed as he looked past her at something behind her. She wondered if she had just been brushed off.

"Good pillars protect everyone, for the good of the school. They aren't meant to say 'protect yourself pussy.'. Perhaps this school has different views on that, or perhaps you need to just grow up. Either way, I'm glad your here."

Her arms dropped, her nails digging into the palms of her hands from being clenched so tightly. Her shoulders shook with anger. She was frustrated and angry and eager to pound on anyone if it just meant she could get some of this pent up energy and frustration out. Before she could respond (in the childish manner of yelling and throwing a tantrum >_>"), he spoke again.

"Both of you."

She turned to look back behind her and her eyes fell on Matrim, narrowing. This was all HIS fault. As usual, everything could all be blamed on him. What? Was he here to see her screw up handling the students? There was no way she was going to mess this up in front of him. Just keep calm and this could be solved with words. She turned back to the guy, taking a deep breath. She could handle this.

"I hope the other one who is here is able to speak in a civil way- I would prefer not to beat what im saying through your obviously short-fused skull."

... Oh hell no...

! Fight now?

=___=" Ya... I think now...

She growled low in her throat, mumbling under her breath as she stared at the ground. "I'll show you short-fused you *incoherent mumbling*" Screw looking good in front of Matrim, when the hell had she ever appeared as good tempered in front of him anyways? Her right foot pulled back, planting on the ground behind her, and she drew back her right fist, then slammed it forward towards his gut.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Good pillars protect everyone, for the good of the school. They aren't meant to say 'protect yourself pussy.'. Perhaps this school has different views on that, or perhaps you need to just grow up. Either way, I'm glad your here."

Matrim listened but wasn't really focusing too much until...

"Both of you."

"Oh?" Matrim said as he made his way into view, walking forward. He was interested in knowing just how this guy realized Matrim was Captain. Either way he made his way over to the small group, coming up as he added more.

"I hope the other one who is here is able to speak in a civil way- I would prefer not to beat what im saying through your obviously short-fused skull."

Oh fucking hell...

He knew it was coming and sure enough Sara went to attack, but when her fist was drawn back, Matrim caught in with his left hand and whispered in her ear, "Don't, he's powerful.... very powerful...." He would step forward, letting go of Sara's hand but fully prepared to grab her and restrain her if he had to.

"Things are a bit hectic from time to time," He said, "But for the most part things have calmed down a great deal. It's just been a particularly rough week, and I'm not afraid to take responsibility for that. Why, did you have any suggestions?"

After all, I recently heard I had an opening for Student Body President....

Matrim crossed his arms, his right hand going under his left arm as he tried to figure this guy out. He was strong, but why was it that he seemed like more that meets the eye still.

[Tyr Odinson]

Being that their proximity was so close, Daniel made no move to block or defend, instead he was intent to allow the blow to land, and let those around him see the nature of the pillars they were following. Instead, another individual stepped forward, someone who was likely wrong in his assumption. He didn't know if either of them were actually pillars, though the difference in strength between them and those around him was high enough that he could assume so confidently. Especially the Captains- he showed serious promise. He stared at the Captain a moment, reading every little thought on his face. He had no idea what was going on, but unfortunately he would find out in mere moments.

"Yes, actually. You can do me a small favor, which will benifit your school greatly."

He sighed, giving the man a moment to acknowledge the seriousness in his voice. They knew nothing about him- they were assuming her was hurt, and weak. They didn't know those blows felt as light as a feather, and that the bleeding on his lip was because he himself bit it. They didn't know that there, standing before the student body, was an individual whose fighting talent had earned him the national underground fighters championship, which he had fought through 8600 students to reach. And they probably werent expecting this.

"You can, with respect and admiration and pride in your own talents and abilities, step down as School Captain and hand your title over to me."

His voice was loud enough for those surrounding to hear him, his gaze unwavering. He lowered his voice for only Matrim to hear, and possibly sara.

"You can even put up a fake fight if you wish, so as to keep a respect for your warrior prowess. I will tell none what happens."

He was trying to show respect, though it would probably come off as snarky and inconsiderate, even insulting. He leaned back, shrugging as he placed his hands within the confines of his pockets. He wanted this to be as non-violent as possible, and so he would hold up his hand.

"Think wisely now, Captain. I'll even give you a day to decide, should you need it."

He assumed, once again, that this man was Captain. He held himself like one, and took the responsibility of the schools current position and damages upon himself- why do that if your not leading? It was drawing close- the first step to what was believed to be a withdrawing of fear from the state, and an implanting of fear in this school.

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: Permission given to puppeteer Sara.)

"Whatever... I'm out of here. I'll see you at home Matrim, make sure to kill him good." Sara said, and left the area to head out out of the school and drive back home.

Matrim listened to what the guy said, giving him a day to do all this? Matrim wasn't in prime fighting condition, and something told him he was going to need to be in order to fully experience it. As for the title, he didn't trust someone like this with it, nor did he wish to lose it. He'd sooner give the title to Gabriel than deal with this guy. But the fact was until he found that person, which would take longer than a day, he'd have to come up with something.

His face went to his arm, showing no emotions whatsoever as he focused on it, walking forward he said, "Give me one month and we'll have a serious fight right here, for everyone to see. That way they won't think it's because I'm injured if you win.... key word IF you win. That is, unless you feel like beating up a cripple for his title. I've done it before... and let me tell you, it isn't as fun as it would seem."

He would look over to his other pillar, "So a month, and I'll fix myself up good. And if you want people to really see you as someone strong enough to be School Captain, bitch slap me around then. It'll give you a chance to get used to Long Beach. See the touristy stuff before you become a local." He was almost transfixed by seeing someone like her nearby for this. This was Matrim actually showing weakness, because that's what he had here, was weakness.

Would he want to kill this guy? Infernal Dragon Matrim Gallagher would tear his throat out and feed it to whatever God he worshipped. School Captain Matrim Gallagher would think about what's best for the students. Matrim Gallagher, father and husband, friend of Gale, however, was thinking of something a little more than those two. He was thinking about his own well being for once in addition to everyone else's. He was going to fight him no matter what, but if he had time to prepare, it'd make for a more interesting fight.

[Mitsukai]

Just as she spoke Sara snapped. Punching the bloodied up guy in the gut for his comment. Mitsukai couldn't really blame her, that remark was harsh and Sara had a short temper just like herself. He was asking for it. But she had a feeling this kid was not exactly normal, there was something about him that did not feel right. Matrim already stepped up and she too felt a strong urge to walk over there too but her instincts told her to stay put. Something about all of this was off and if she made the wrong move she could just make things worse.

"Don't, he's powerful.... very powerful...."

So Matrim felt it too? Well at least she was not the only one. Seems her instinct was right after all. She stayed where she was, feline eyes keeping a close watch of the scene. Already on guard for things to get ugly at any moment.

"Yes, actually. You can do me a small favor, which will benifit your school greatly." "You can, with respect and admiration and pride in your own talents and abilities, step down as School Captain and hand your title over to me." "You can even put up a fake fight if you wish, so as to keep a respect for your warrior prowess. I will tell none what happens." "Think wisely now, Captain. I'll even give you a day to decide, should you need it."

A low growl escaped her lips when she heard what this boy wanted. How dare he just demand the title like that! It was one thing to challenge Matrim for it, that was understandable and had some ounce of respect. This however was as bad as spitting on the man. There was no way Matrim would just hand it over without a fight, or even faking a fight. That was just wrong. No matter how strong this kid was he had no right disrespecting Matrim like this.

I swear kids these days have no respect. she thought to herself. Of course there was one problem concerning a fight. Matrim was still injured, any serious fight now would insure his loss. It was a rather unfair advantage so how could he go about this issue? As much as Mitsukai believed in some sense of honor she didn't believe in letting such a thing blind someone from reality. There was no point in fighting a battle you couldn't win but did that mean you should quit?

Give me one month and we'll have a serious fight right here, for everyone to see. That way they won't think it's because I'm injured if you win.... key word IF you win. That is, unless you feel like beating up a cripple for his title. I've done it before... and let me tell you, it isn't as fun as it would seem."

Well that answered that, Matrim was not going to go at this with an unfair advantage. Assuming this fool had no problems with this then after the school captain recovered they'd have a fight.

That was of course if this kid wasn't going to do something stupid.....