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Fighting With Powers [Monday, Fourth Period]

The Danger Shop was set up to look and feel like a warm spring day in a nice open grassy field. Max could have picked just about anything with space to move in, but it amused him to go for something incongruous with the actual weather.

Again his voice was loud, but at least they were outside so the effect wasn't quite as bad as it had been last week. "Welcome back to Fighting With Powers. Last week we talked a bit about what each of us is capable of. This week we're going to take that and put it into practice."

Max took nearly an entire minute to study each of his students in turn. Eventually he nodded, more to himself than to them. "Since I want as much time as possible to evaluate each of you, there's no lecture or anything today. We're going straight to today's exercise."

"The activity comes in two parts. First, each of you will spar with me for a couple of minutes. This will allow me to really gauge what you already know and what you can do while allowing your fellow students to get a feel for the same thing. Then you'll break into pairs and practice with one another. Try to pick a partner who can teach you something, or at least challenge you with a power or technique you haven't dealt with before."

Any questions? No, of course not. Good.

"That's it. Let's get started."

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Eh, it wasn't that bad. Just thirty or forty feet of bouncing and rolling.

He'd had worse.

In fact, he came out of the last bounce on his feet.

Oops! She screeched to a halt, mid-air, pulling her yo-yo back and into a spin... Just in case.

"Uhm. Are we still sparring?"

Max snorted. "We're just getting started."

"Ah!" Blossom backed away and up into the air again, her yo-yo at the ready as she waited for Centurion's next move.

And Max also waited, simply watching Momoko for the moment.

This was the problem Blossom had with sparring. She wasn't an actual fighter, so she didn't start fights well.

"He's Mojo Jojo. He's Mojo Jojo. He's Mojo Jojo."

Centurion was fast, though. He would grab her yo-yo if she just threw it at him. And there wasn't anything else she could...

Oh! She jumped up higher and sent her yo-yo flying at a small hump in the ground near the teacher, sending dirt and grass flying up and hopefully distracting Centurion long enough for her yo-yo to loop up and continue through the debris for a strike.

Fortunately, Momoko's yo-yo had metal in it somewhere. Max reached out with his metalcrafting to feel it. That made it simple enough to lean to the side, avoiding the arc of the weapon.

Then he aimed a blast of wind at Momoko. Maybe he could disrupt her flight.

Disrupt. Toss her a few yards. Small difference.

When she managed to get her flight under control again, she took a moment to try to locate Centurion.

He was already in the air, leaping toward her once again in a flying tackle.

ACK! She only had time to curl up and aim her legs at him, hoping to kick him off course. Or her, away. Either would work to gain her time.

Getting kicked in the shoulder while going that fast was pretty painful, but Max had a lot of momentum, so it didn't deflect him nearly enough to stop him from getting his arms around Momoko's legs.

Not that he thought he would add enough extra weight to bring her down. He was pretty sure she was a lot stronger than that.

Well, that plan didn't work.

Blossom kicked, starting the small rockets in her shoes to counter Centurion's upward momentum and regain control. Now they were heading down. Fast.

New plan? Unexpected body slam at the last minute. Very last minute.

As they neared the ground, Max smashed at Momoko with another blast of air. It wouldn't stop them from hitting, but hopefully it would disrupt her enough to keep her from making him take all the force of the landing.

The wind hit her hard enough that Blossom wondered if maybe this was one of those plans where she was going to end up breaking someone instead of just injuring them.

The thought alone was enough to make her change her mind and she made her flip backwards and early enough that Centurion's head should clear, but the rest of him should get a bang-up as she flew across the field.

So, yes, she was chickening out on the final strike.

Ouch. Actually: ouch.

Max's feet dragged across the ground for a while, and then suddenly they locked against the ground, feet secured into the ground like rocks. No more dragging.

Ooof. Actually, "OOOOOF!"

Blossom was suddenly stopped midflight, the whiplash effect causing her to hang a moment and then fall herself. Despite the thrust from her shoes. She turned to see what was wrong, she hadn't noticed anything Centurion could catch on.

Being able to directly manipulate any earth you were touching really came in handy sometimes. Even if the pressure on his legs was incredible, trying to hold her back.

Ah! His feet! He'd dug them into the ground and gotten stuck! Blossom pushed herself up off the ground and into a back flip, flying over Centurion and hoping to pull him loose.

As added incentive, she twisted enough that she could throw her yo-yo at his arms to try make him let go.

Rather than letting himself get pulled out of where he'd wedged himself, Max let go of Momoko's legs, hand snapping to the side to grab her yo-yo out of the air.

If he could take away her weapon, he could keep the fight at close range where he'd have the advantage.

He let go! That allowed her to fully turn and...

WHY WAS HE ABLE TO CATCH HER YO-YO?!

Frustrated, she immediately tugged on the string and at the same time pulled her hairbow from her head. Blossom hated to use it, but... She gave the bow a sharp, quick snap, concentrated a second, then tossed it at the hand that was holding her yo-yo. Seeing as how it was now charged with some of her energy, it was more a cross between a throwing star and a boomerang, and would... should hurt if it connected with his hand?

And unfortunately for Max, the ribbon wasn't made of metal. He saw it coming, but without the precision of his metalcrafting senses he wasn't able to really get out of the way.

He hissed as the ribbon struck his hand, and let go of the yo-yo.

And poor Blossom wasn't actually prepared for it, or at least she wasn't aware of how much strength she was using to pull the yo-yo from him. As soon as he let go, Blossom went tumbling back in the air, landing a short distance away.

But she had her yo-yo back!

Max moved immediately, feet churning up out of the ground as he charged for Momoko. If he could get there before she recovered, maybe he could pin her. Or at least get a couple of shots in.

Blossom was longer on the ground than probably was good, she was a bit too used to having teammates to back her up.

Shaking her head to clear it, she looked up to see Centurion coming, but too late to do anything about it.

He launched himself forward in a twenty foot diving tackle. You could manage that kind of distance with enough power at your disposal, and Max had that. He didn't even have to call on the wind to push him forward.

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