fandomhigh | 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 ]]

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Buffy was ready to kick ass. She was feeling a bit naked without a stake though.

Qui-Gon caught his cabinmate's eye and raised an eyebrow. "Shall we?"

"Absolutely!" Buffy said. She grinned at him and then spun around aiming a high kick at his chest.

Qui-Gon was jumping back out of the way before he'd formed the conscious thought to do so, the Force guiding his actions. He grinned and leapt over her, aiming a kick at the back of her knee as he landed.

She wasn't expecting that, so the kick hit and she wobbled a little before falling into a roll and jumping back on her feet, facing Qui-Gon again. "Oooh, impressive!" she said, still grinning.

"You're not so bad yourself," Qui-Gon said, returning her grin.

Buffy beamed. This was fun! She charged him, jumping up before she reached him to aim several blows with fist and elbow towards his head. ...He was tall, okay?

Qui-Gon dropped under her attack, but not quite fast enough (there was a lot of him to drop!) and took a glancing blow to the side of his head. He immediately rolled out of range to shake it off.

She quickly followed him, and tried to kick his knee out from under him again. If she could get him on the ground - stupid tall person! - she was sure she could win.

Qui-Gon instinctively reached out and blocked her kick, pushing back.

Buffy did a backflip, and decided it was time to be a little more cautious.

Qui-Gon straightened back up and circled around Buffy. "Nice moves," he complimented.

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