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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Molly wasn't really happy to be facing off against her classmates. If this was a real fight, she could beat most of them easily and probably hurt them a lot in the process.

The only person whose strengths she knew well enough to battle against today was Teddy. Since she didn't want detention, she decided that he would be the only person she did fight today.

If anyone else approached her for a fight, she would refuse.

She just hoped she didn't disappoint Kenpachi too much.

Teddy wasn't too pleased either for the same reasons. ~~Such was the life of a Marvel teen.~~

He gave Molly a nervous little wave and really hoped she wouldn't throw another car at him.

Molly grinned, remembering the first time they'd met. She waved back and moved into a fighting stance.

"Ready, Teddy?" she asked teasingly. "No cars here, but I've got over three years more practice now."

Teddy was so going to get his ass kicked, wasn't he?

"Well I sparred with Pippi before she left so I'm used to fighting people like us," He replied, going for confidence.

Okay, so it was only one spar.

Shut up.

Molly smirked more. "Show me what you got then."

Molly had only begun to realize last Thursday in class what cheerleading for a year and all of the other fight training she'd gotten in that same time frame had done for her skills. If Teddy expected her to fight like she had when she was twelve, he was in for a big surprise.

Teddy grinned and shifted. "Nuh-huh. Fell for that one before. You'll have to go first."

Molly edged closer. "You sure you don't want first shot?" she asked. "If you hit me hard enough you could knock me out completely, you know."

Teddy circled around warily. "Yeah, and I also have a good chance to beat up Namor," He said, rolling his eyes. "I don't think it'd be that easy."

Hopefully she still passed out after over extending herself.

Molly darted forward and tried to hit Teddy with an uppercut. Even though she knew he could take more than most of the others in class, she pulled her punch enough that he wouldn't go flying if it connected.

And it sure as hell didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt still. He stumbled back, dazed from the blow. He grinned and rushed forward, armoring his hand as he went for a right hook.

Molly dodged, but not enough. She took the punch on the left shoulder and tumbled sideways. She rolled and came up onto her feet. She adjusted her shoulders as she watched Teddy for another attack.

Teddy bounced back, keeping out of her range. Maybe he could win this if he avoided her attacks. It was possible, right?

He circled to the right, looking for an opening.

Molly kept her elbows tucked in and her fists in front of her to block like a boxer.

She circled counter to Teddy and darted in low with a punch to his left side when he was in the middle of shifting right.

Having a boyfriend who showed you boxing moves apparently helped too.

Lucky. His boyfriend was a pacifist.

He winced and took a step back to balance himself again before rushing forward to backhand her, making a mental note that the scale armor things were a good idea when fighting someone like Molly.

Molly was ready for him this time though. She caught Teddy's arm and twisted so that she could use his own momentum to toss him over her shoulder.

Not expecting that, so not expecting that.

Teddy went down hard, the wind knocked out of him from the throw. He scrambled to his feet and backed off again.

Molly flashed to her fight in the woods on Tuesday night. For an instant, Teddy flying through the air was the attacker in a hockey mask. She shook her head to clear the image.

Dropping her hands to her sides, she stood up straight. "How's Chad," she asked.

Teddy froze and quickly went back to his normal form, looking down at his feet. "An idiot."

He sighed. "But he's okay. I got him to take the painkillers and rest last night."

Molly stuck her hands in her pockets as a final sign that she wasn't going to fight any more.

"Good. Katara was still really worried about him yesterday. I was too, but not as much as her." She smiled at Teddy. "It was good that you were there with him."

"Thank you," He said, looking up at her. "For visiting him, I mean. I had to go to class and open the shop and... I'm glad someone was there for him."

Molly nodded. "I'm glad we could go too."

She looked around the class. "Well, I'd better go tell the Professor that I gave up." She grinned at Teddy again. "Don't count on being so lucky next time."

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