Pushing it away.

[akada]

Those eyes of his focused in a almost lucid manner watching him ever so careful, with those fingertips of his clenching from within pockets. He had yet to remove them, and blood had already been spilled. It did make him curious about what the boy was going to do, and if he would have to destroy his body before he just stopped getting back up, or even possibly just break every bone in the boys body.. it was a simple fact. He did not want to have to destroy the boy so much that he could not fight for a while. Looking him over once more he just sighed slightly. He was up.

Walking, walking, slowly but surely, and then out of no where he just charged in at him, causing him to shake his head, that claw first, was not even let to get past that point a simple outstretch of that foot and he would have aimed it towards Sevrens gut, planning on shutting him down before he could even get in close enough to do the secondary attack, as with a leg like Hiroko's it wouldnt be hard to consider himself getting cracked with a log. Even if it didnt connect, that elbow was met with a water like motion, bending ever so slightly as he tensed his muscles. Only problem with striking at an area made of flesh and muscle, unless you hit it just right the motion could be transferred. It hurt like hell but was not really nothing that could not be taken and transferred out.

Either from that blocking kick, or that elbow connecting and from it simply shifted around either way and sent another kick up to connect that heel of his to his chin if he could. With plenty enough force to send him flying if it landed, knowing he would probably hurt the boy far more with it.

[ubersex]

There is came, with great speed and accuracy. That steel; girder of a leg slammed into Sevren's gut. Again, immense pain was what he felt, and he knew he wouldn't be able to beat this teacher, at least here and now. Maybe sometime in the future, but definitely not at this time. But the thought of such an utter failure angered Sevren, not at Hiroko, but at himself. He was so weak. He was pitiful. Completely dwarfed in all aspects of fighting. He couldn't win.

But right now was not the time to give up.

Even after that second kick cam in, and Hiroko's amazingly hard heel connecting with Sevren's chin. Immediately everything went dark. Not completely, but everything definitely dimmed. And Sevren found himself dizzy and unbalanced. That kick had definitely rattled his brain, and he couldn't feel his jaw at all. Broken or fractured? It was possible. Right now he couldn't tell. He could barely keep himself conscious.

And as he fell backwards, and landed upon his ass, he simply gazed at the floor for a few seconds. It was almost like one of those war movies, as if a grenade had gone off close by, and all the sounds in the world were muffled. Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. And it stayed that way for a bit, lessening by the second, but still hindering his ability to operate successfully.

He could taste blood, and it all seemed to come back to him. He seemed to awaken with the odd little copperish taste. Along with the taste, came even more pain. Geez, What was he getting himself into? The smart thing would be to just give up now. But no, he couldn't. Again, he wouldn't. He would slowly, but surely struggle and soon get to his feet. Facing Hiroko once again.

He felt completely helpless. And he couldn't think straight. He didn't know what to do next. He didn't know how to attack and actually land something. If only he could bait him into opening up something. But what? He couldn't think of anything in his currently numb state. But again he would close the distance between the fighters and once near, this time he would watch more carefully, fully aware of Hiroko's range limits. Maybe he could manage to counter something. Anything. He just couldn't fail like this.

Mustering as much strength and speed as he could, he would throw a quick, clean left hook, a simply attack, which he hoped would somehow cause Hiroko to open up.

[akada]

He watched the boy as he just stood there, not moving an inch other then to breath. Yet once more he rose, when Hiroko had figured he would have just given up, the boy had something he had prized long ago, pride, focus, and a nice big set of balls. There may be hope for you yet. He thought to himself, watching as he kept approaching, letting those hands of his clench and flex out before resting once again. Closer. Closer. Closer. Charge! Swing! That got a smirk and his own hand shot up coliding a flat palm with that blow and letting it lock down before stopping it, he used it to his advantage sure, such a simple attack, yet the fact was he jerked him nice and hard, forcing him forwards while his own fist was locked and sent flying out towards his face. It reminded him oddly of a song that was now surging through his mind. "Click Click Boom." and the ill-fated saying of "BOOM! Headshot." It was odd to be thinking of such random things, but that let you know just how Hiroko was now..

He had been around combat so long and so often his body acted on its own through a subconcious level, while his mind itself was allowed to run buck fuckin wild. He only ever focused on a fight if he needed to, and so far he hadnt had to in this school, and really hadnt had to since the last tournament he had near 552. More then 10 people all at once, boy wasnt that fun. Now thoughas he looked on to this boys face he saw something he happened to like, the blatant disregard for his own health was a given, but the fact he was doing it because he refused to be weak was another. Hiroko could tell that type from a mile away, and personally, he didnt want to destroy the boy..but he had been breaking the rules.. maybe he would just leave him with an infirmary visit.

[ubersex]

As Sevren's fist shot foreword, it had suddenly slammed against a palm from his monstrous opponent. Before he could attempt to do anything from that, Hiroko's grip had been locked and he felt himself tugged foreword-Hard. His eyes would widen as Hiroko's free hand shot foreword, aiming to knock Sevren's head from his shoulders. The only way he would ever be able to keep himself in the game here, was if he could get hit by this fist in a place hard enough to hold after the blow made contact. Bracing himself as quickly as he could, ready to bare the incredible pain he was sure he would soon feel. He would duck his head a bit, so that when Hiroko's fist made contact, his was with the hardest part of his skull, his forehead.

His brain bounced off the back of his skull as he took the shotgun blast tot he forehead. Once again everything dimmed, and Sevren's world was rocked again. This time though, blood burst from the cut that opened up on his forehead. The crimson liquid flowed down the left side of his head, into his eye. So to make matters even worse, he wouldn't be able to see from that left eye for a bit. After contact was made, Sevren felt himself falling backwards. What was he to do? Well, sense his upper body had been rocked by the blow, and thrown backwards, his lower body would have been shot foreword quickly, he would only attempt to add as much to that as he could in his dazed state, his feet grouping together and would be sent in attempt to stomp as hard as he could with the momentum he had built up, into Hiroko's midsection, heel first.

If it hit, he doubted there was any way could land without hurting himself. After all, he was definitely fucked up right now. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to get up after this one. If he would even want to get up. The situation could probably get even worse if the Teacher continued to hold his arm and decided to destroy him even more. Sevren did realize that he would have to stop himself sometime soon, for fear of receiving permenant damage was high. That was the last thing he needed.

[akada]

Feeling those knuckles of his impact with hard bone, a pain shot up from them yet they didnt break, no, that was part of the reason his hands were so fucking large. They had been broken down repeatidly by striking concrete among other things. That however did not kill the pain which shot from that hand up his arm and to those nerves in his brain causing him to growl and cock it back once more, much like the hammer of a Desert Eagle pulling itself back to release another one of those bullets through a gas-powered chamber. The boy was dropping though and trying to kick, which got a smirk and he just jerked his body as if he were a doll, causing the kick to become even weaker then it had been initially and once more he leaned.

A boxer could change his range of strike by tilting his body, and thus Hiroko did the same, tilting slightly forwards and sending that gun of an arm downwards once more, hand coming in like the blast of a bullet ready to destroy its target, and once more it was aimed right at the boys head. Ready to destroy him. BOOM! Headshot! He thought ,that grin blatant on his face, knowing that other boy could have probably helped the fight alot, but it seemed he was still indisposed, and thus, made it alot easier for Hiroko to do just what he was doing.

[ubersex]

Sevren's little kick may have hit, at this time he really couldn't tell. If it did, the giant hadn't even been effected by the blow. All Sevren could concentrate on at this time was keeping himself awake. And as he feel backwards, his eyelids struggled to keep open. he felt the thud as he hit the ground. The back of his skull cracking against the school's uncomfortably cold floor. The pain from that wasn't nearly as much much as the pain he had just received from the huge fist that have slammed into his forehead. And to Sevren's horror, he realized that same fist cocking back again.

As sluggish as his brain was at this moment, it had sent the signals it had needed. 'MOVE!' had automatically come to his mind. And he would act as best be could. He still felt the iron grip Hiroko had on his arm, and knew he couldn't get away. But it was still possible for him to move enough for the fist to move. His legs bent, with his feet planted on the ground, he struggled to toss them to the side so his body would twist a bit, his arm would be forced to stay the way it was at this time because of the grapple, but Sevren would tuck his head a bit, and slide his upper body away from the attack.

His head would just barely by missed. Whether Hiroko's fist continued on to create a hole in the floor was up to him. Sevren simply had to find some way to get out of this position. Or do some kind of damage. Anything to keep him in this for a bit longer..

And thats when the move slipped into his mind. Seeing that his arm was currently gripped, he was sure that Hiroko would be able to support his weight with one arm with almost no problem. This could work to his advantage if he could manage to pull it off in his current state. He was feeling dizzy, but his sight was clear up, at least the right eye was beginning to view things without as much of a haze. His left was still covered with blood.

Shooting his free arm upwards as quick as possible, he would attempt to grip Hiroko's wrist. Even though it was rather large, he would attempt to get his hand around as much of it as he could. He wasn't really trying to secure a hold on it, as his hands were far too small for that, He was mainly trying to get into a position where he would be able to pull enough strength together to lift his legs up quickly, his left hooking under one side of Hiroko's large arm, and his right on top of it. That right foot would attempt to press hard against the side of Hiroko's neck, while the would attempt to help secure himself enough so he could begin work. Basically, it was an odd attempt at a hanging arm bar. Using as much strength as he could, he would attempt to bend Hiroko's forearm in a direction it wasn't meant to bend.

Knowing full well he could have screwed himself here, he didn't care. He simply went with what came to his mind first. Right now, he didn't care about the consequences. He didn't want to be another freshman who simply fought and go beat without giving much of a fight at all. He didn't want to be defeated at all. And he would fight until he was down for the count.

[akada]

The boy had potential, he would give him that. A simple shift of that arm, and he watched as the boy began to move just out of the range of that fist which in turn slammed down into the linolieum, causing a slight vibration to flicker out from that impact spot and the linolieum right underneath the boy shattered into fragments while his fist got another surge of pain, but he hadnt been called a tank for no reason. A snarl. That was what was uttered as he reeled back again to slam that fist down on the shoulder joint, while the boy instead locked onto the arm he had hold of him with. Though. It was futile.

He lifted himself up and inturn lifted the boy up with him, hauling him up only to slam that arm of his back down towards the around, making sure to keep hold of him in the process, he was going to use the boys body much like one would a battering ram and shatter him over the linoleum much like he had that fist crashing into it. He wondered if the boy would be able to survive such a move or rather he would just get up and keep trying much like he had with the last two blows. The first of which would have shut a normal person down and taught them to give up.

[ubersex]

Sevren knew he had given this behemoth a chance to estroy him, and he had surely taken that chance. He felt himself lifted fromt he ground seconds after the giant's fist collided with the floor, destroying a small section of that, right next to his head. As he went into the air, he began to panic inside his mind. There was nothing he could do in time to prevent his body from leaving a crator in the ground now. Doing his best to brace himself in some way, he took a deep breath as he dropped like a bomb.

The explosion of force he felt from Hiroko's slam was enough to shut his body down for good, at least right now. Immense pain surged to every single centimeter of his body. And for the first time in a long time, he actually screamed out. He felt himself fading away now. His body would shut down for the time being. A way of protecting it's owner for the time being he guessed. As he could barely move. He didn't even feel pain at this time. He simple gazed up toward the monster that had just destroyed him. Lips moving slightly, almost as if he was attempting to speak.

His eyes would simply close then, his free hand was the only thing moving. Fingers wiggling slightly as they slide toward Hiroko's pant leg, and then gripped it, giving a few small tugs before he was finally out.

[akada]

The impact of that blow had rocked even Hiroko's own arm, sending jolts up his body, yet as it stopped, he would have seen the small impact of shattered tile around the boy and shook his head, rising upwards after he pried his arm free and standing up fully. Looking down at him with those lips of his upturning into a grin. He was surprised the boy had lasted out a blow to his chest from that large knee, and another blow by his knuckles into the boys forehead, but that didnt keep him from shaking his head as he looked down to him. "Stay down boy. Dont get back up. I dont want to have to obliterate such potential. "

Those words spoken, slow, smooth, soft almost in a way one admired something that reminded them of the past. The boy was looked up upon with a sort of respect one only gave to those who were similar in their crafts, as if some sort of secret society. Instead of wasting time with that, he just dusted his body off a little and shifted that neck back and fourth. The boy had forced his arms from his pockets, not a feat many freshmen were capable of doing. "Skill is only as good as those who have the balls to use it. You certainly have the balls, now its am atter of your skill catching up to that large set you got. " He said with a smug little grin and would have leaned down hoisting the boy up and tossing him over his shoulder, getting ready to carry him to the infirmary. Not wanting him to have any permanent damage after all.

[Woomin of the Wind~~]

The huge leg of the teacher came crashing down on Woomin's. He bit his lip as he cried out mentally. He was done. Over. After one attack. Was this the extent of Woomin's power? Hell, even the other guy lasted longer. Not even a minute into the fight and he lost one of his most valuable assets and essentials to fighting, his leg. Woomin used his arms to crawl away while facing the teacher. He would bump into the wall because he lacked the gift of having eyes in back of his head. Woomin would prop himself up against the wall, leaning on it so he could stand with one leg. As he tried to set his right foot on the ground, he withdrew his hands from the wall, trying to support himself on his own two legs. It was no good. Woomin would only grunt as he felt the pain lancing up through his leg and he would fall to his left side. Again, he crawled towards the wall. It seemed like it was over for him. He was so tired. He had no stamina after all. Fatigue did not hesitate to smother him. His eye lids would fall, the right first, and then the other.

[akada]

He of course scooped the other boy up in the process. The boys leg was not shattered into pieces, but it had definitely gotten bruised. The boy didnt seem capable of taking much pain, which would explain why he was so quick. Focused on something else in his training. He would have held the boy up on his shoulder to keep him from walking on that limb or dragging it.