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Building a Better Fighter [Week 2, Period 5]; Thursday 05/24

As Kenpachi walked into the Danger Shop, assuming all the students were already present with impeccable punctuality, he was moving a little stiffly, the bells at the tips of his spiky hair tingling significantly more than usual, and each little resounding one making him wince slightly. Yes, if you mention anything about him moving like his body had taken a sound beating, he will give you detention. And possibly sic Yachiru, who still clung to his shoulder despite the deep wounds there because he liked how her aggravating them reminded him of them, on you.

The Shop itself was structured to appear like ~~a level in a first person shooter~~ a metallic chamber, with a series of raised platforms, stairs, columns, and corridors to other smaller chambers.

"Listen up!" he barked to get their attentions, jerkily moving back and forth in front of them as he spoke, hands on his hips. Yachiru made silly faces at them all while he lectured, just to see who would break and get yelled at by him.

"Anyone," he started, "can be inspired to kill a 'scary' monsters." His eyes scanned the room for the one student who, in fact, failed at this task last week; not seeing her, he grunted, smirking. Like the witch had told him, best the fighting be left to fighters. "Well, most people, anyway. I will admit, I was impressed by your performances last week. Needless to say," he send one of his sneering grins over the class, "my expectations were low, anyway."

"Self-preservation against something larger than you, trying to eat you, invulnerable to most attacks, comes natural. A kitten, cornered by jackals, will lash out against them even if she realizes she doesn't stand a chance. Yes, many of you exhibited some level of skill; the majority of you depended on sheer dumb luck."

"Never forget, though, that sheer dumb luck will most likely be your best friend in a fight. But she's a bastard, and will just as soon desert you in favour of your enemy without warning. You can't rely on her..."

Yachiru tapped Kenpachi on the shoulder. He grunted as he turned toward her. "Keep on topic, Ken-chan!" she whispered in his ear, though loud enough that everyone could probably still hear it.

"Right. Anyway. Good job on the Hollows. But can you do the same on more familiar enemies? Can you fight...your own peers?"

"Your assignment today is to participate in a battle royale, against each other. The winner...will gain respect and the knowledge that, congratulations, for the moment, you are the strongest, the luckiest, aren't you special? The losers...have the chance to improve and the benefit of lower expectations for future classes to...impress me." Another sneering smile. "Those who refuse to participate will be asked to leave the classroom in disgrace with a direct ticket to detention."

"No weapons, either. I couldn't...quite get the Danger Shop to do what I wanted in that respect. Yachiru here will be on the battlefield and will determine when you have been defeated and may leave the competition. She will also be of assistance should any of you find yourselves in a relative stalemate. I will carefully be observing you all, so if you have any desire for admonitions when you finished, I suppose I will humour you."

He paused, looking over them all. "Well?" He turned his back to find his observation spot and waved a hand at them. Yachiru hopped to her feet, bouncing. "Go."

[[ ~~Wait for the OCD, please~~. Big Fat OCD is up! More explanation on how the battle royale will work inside! Oooh, exciting! A winner has been randomly selected prior to class and has been contacted with special instructions. ]]

[[ ...sorry for Ken being really talky today. 0.o ]]

[[ Class Roster and Syllabus ]]

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Alphonse threw up a hand to grab the punch, then moved his arm to his side to block the kick. "It has, hasn't it?" he replied, and with the arm that were to block Alec's kick, he slid it under his leg to push up and possibly flip him over.

"Way too long," he decided, twisting so that he moved with the push and brought his hand around on the other side in a strike to Al's shoulder.

Alphonse could tell he was good-- Alec was flexible alright, he would be hard to strike down. Alphonse tried to move his shoulder out of the way, but he didn't completely miss it; the punch still hit well enough for Alphonse to wince when he felt it. "This just may be our remedy for that," he said.

Alec drew back a few steps, having landed the first hit, and grinned. "Maybe not the ideal time to catch up, but it'll do." He beckoned Al with a flick of one hand, cheerfully inviting him to bring it as he bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Maybe not," Alphonse agreed, studying him carefully for a moment. "Ah, well." And he accepted Alec's invitation, lunging forward to make out like he was going in for a similar punch, but at the last second fell into a crouch in front of him and swung out his leg, aiming for Alec's feet.

Alec was surprised enough by the move that he only had time to react with a leap, handspringing back and landing in a crouch of his own. "Not bad," he commented, grinning still, and then he darted forward, staying down low as he kicked out at the level of Al's head.

Alphonse definitely did not want his head hit-- getting disoriented in the middle of a spar would not end in his favor. He quickly fell back, flat on his back so the kick would miss him. "That was close; you're pretty good, yourself." He rolled back and sprung himself back into the crouch quickly, aiming another punch towards Alec's chest.

"Of course," Alec said, cocky and cheerful. He brought up his arm, catching his forearm under Al's to push it off to the side, twisting around to elbow him in the stomach.

One moment he was having his arm flung off to the side, the next Alphonse was instinctively grabbing for his stomach, the wind nearly knocked out of him.

Damn, he was fast. Alphonse was wondering how much longer he'd be able to keep up.

He couldn't let that hit keep him down for long, either; Alec would certainly take advantage of it. Where they were at now would be bad for Alphonse, so he jumped backwards and on his feet again, trying not to show how much that jab had hurt. "Okay, your turn again," Alphonse said, standing defensively.

Alec had felt it connect and was impressed at Al's lack of reaction. He smirked, nodding, and then rushed him, aiming a punch for Al's chest and following up with a second right on its heels.

Alphonse kept a close eye on him, watching how Alec moved as he approached him. He anticipated the punch quick enough so that he was able to catch the first, and was just barely able to grab the second one as well. Alphonse's next move was an easy choice, as he decided on a kick towards Alec's side right after he blocked the second punch.

Alec answered by echoing a move Al had performed earlier, dropping to a crouch as he did a sweep kick to attempt to knock Al's legs out from under him.

Standing on one leg at the time made it difficult to dodge that one easily, and he didn't; Alphonse nearly tumbled over, but saved himself by leaning sideways and falling on to his hands. He could have flipped himself back over and on to his feet again from the handstand, but decided to go for a faster direct hit and threw one leg down to hit Alec in a drop kick.

Alec didn't bother to dodge and caught Al around the ankle, grinning widely. He shifted his balance up and back, hauling Al off the floor with a strength that was definitely not human and throwing him a good fifteen feet.

The moment Alphonse felt his ankle being grabbed at, he didn't think of it as that sticky of a situation-- it could have been fairly easy to get out of, depending on how Alec responded to that.

Or so he thought, anyway, because the next thing he knew he was flying backwards and hit the ground hard once he landed on his side. "Urgh," Alphonse grunted, rubbing at the side of his head. That hurt. He looked up, expecting to see Alec not too far away from him, but was surprised to see the distance between was bigger than he anticipated. Alec was able to throw him that far away?

Alec had paused briefly, watching Al to make sure he was all right before heading over. Al was on the ground, and even if Al wasn't out, Alec was apparently willing to give him a moment, confident enough that he'd win anyway. "Need a hand?"

"I'm all right," Alphonse assured him, making sure that getting a bruise somewhere was the most of his worries. He quickly hopped to his feet, not wanting to delay the moment any further. "Let's continue."

Alec beamed and nodded, then darted forward quickly, striking with one fist at Al's chest.

Alphonse was able to catch that again, then threw his own punch towards Alec's head.

Alec ducked out from the path of Al's punch and sidestepped, taking the opportunity of Al being wide open to strike right at his side.

Alphonse threw his arm out to his side to hit Alec's arm away from him, spinning around afterwards to go for a higher kick near his shoulders.

Alec ducked under and snaked out a foot to hook Al's ankle and bring him down.

Augh, again. Alphonse fell towards the ground and used an arm to keep himself from impacting too hard; from there he was able to push himself back up, keeping low but throwing another punch at Alec's stomach.

Somewhere in the middle of all that, Alphonse was beginning to question if he'd be able to win this. He was starting to get exhausted, and Alec's speedy comebacks to his moves didn't seem to slow down at all.

Alec was definitely not slowing and even seemed to be even more energetic as he got into it. He blocked Al's punch and delivered yet another towards his face, most easily done given that Al was still low and Alec was standing.

Before he realized it coming, Alphonse felt the punch hit at the side of his face. Instead of getting back up, he allowed his legs to collapse underneath him, falling to the floor as he instantly put a hand up at the side of his face.

"You hit hard, too," Alphonse commented through several heavy breaths, wincing a little as the pain was starting to kick in.

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