[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... If there was one thing Jun felt bad about, it was how Lone Wolf utilized her abilities. Normally the conversation would go like this: "Hey Kanjo, you want some extra credit? You failed the last assignment." "I only failed because you made the conditions-" "Yes or no, Kanjo." "...Fine, I'll do it..." And that was the story how she played the villain on the first day of How Not to Die 101. Or whatever class Lone Wolf taught, it was hard to follow sometimes. If there was one thing she could take away from that day, though, it was one of the freshmen that managed to subvert her expectations. It wasn't uncommon for students to group up in an effort to work together in the faux scenario, but few pulled things together like Michael did. She was curious as to what he was really made of...er, well, he was probably made of hot air. Physically. There didn't seem to be metaphorical hot air in him. So she thought. Man, this metaphor really broke down. Regardless, she asked him to come to the PE grounds so she could get a better read on him. Maybe try to give a few pointers were to improve and all that. And as a plus, it'd be a nice little distraction after the whole arena thing and critically injuring Momo. Samaritan

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Uncertain Introductions

Michael was pleased to receive notice of an upperclassman looking to speak with him. Michael wasn't quite sure who they were from their request as he believed he hadn't met them yet, but he was always happy to meet new friends. Due to the invitation asking to meet at the PE grounds, Michael assumed that some kind of physical activity or training was going to be expected, so he dressed in his gym clothes and headed off at the requested time.

Despite the appeared lack of lips, Michael whistled a tune merrily to himself as he made his way towards Jun, or at least whom he presumed to be Jun. He was correct to not recognize her, as he had been on the receiving end her overwhelming force during class. Still Michael was very friendly towards the supposed stranger. "Hello, Kanjo-senpai! It's nice to meet you. I am Michael Faraday, thought I suppose you already knew that since you were the one to invite me out here." Michael laughed lightly feeling a little awkward from his introduction.

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TLDR: Michael arrived at the PE grounds ready to meet their senpai

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... When Michael arrived Jun couldn't help but stare a little. It was rude for sure, but when she first saw him she thought that maybe the latex over his head was part of some hero suit. This was quickly ruled out due to the PE uniform. Either way, she cleared her throat and faced him fully, setting her hands on her hips. "Y-yeah, kinda. You probably don't remember me, but I was in the simulation you participated in." Which was a fair assumption, since she was wearing all black and had no identifying marks present. "Sorry if I handled you a little rough, by the way. I try not to go all out during those exercises, since...uh. Well, a lot of reasons..." She cleared her throat again, beginning to shake her hands out. "Anyways, I wanted to see what you were capable of on your own! The way you conducted yourself is something that like...one outta three people do and succeed! Which is impressive, and something that Lone Wolf-sensei should've praised. But uh...I'll let you make the rules for this spar!" She'd get into a boxer's stance, smiling. "Quirks or no? and what condition are we playing to?" Samaritan

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Ready to Spar

Michael held back a grimace from the memories of that class. It had been rather rough and one-sided but it wasn't like he could expected them to go easy on them just because they were inexperienced. That was more or less the point of the whole class. People would be counting on them in the future as heroes, so they were needing to be able to step up. That in mind though, Michael was not pleased by the amount and severity of injuries that his fellow students endured. He had taken quite the beating from all of it and his quirk allowed for much more resistance against most of the hazards. But the worst of it was that the class had practically expected and encouraged him to have abandoned the other classmates. Michael had had a growing contempt with the school seemingly encouraging unheroic behavior. He did his best to endure and put on a positive "face" but he questioned why professional heroes and teachers seemed more invested in personal achievement rather than helping people.

Michael ignored the intrusive thoughts and did his best to think it was all for a reason. To endure the hardships of the real world of heroics in a safer and less demanding environment so they wouldn't lose faith and morals out in the field.

"No need to worry, you did a great job out there. We need to be prepared for whatever the world throws at us." Michael beamed brightly behind his latex face.

Michael was mildly embarrassed by Jun's comment on his performance in the class. "I was just doing what I could for us to succeed... or at least survive there." He chuckled, since they were clearly not expected to succeed. "I'm fine with going all out. Just nothing lethal. We can go until tap out or knock out."

Michael wasn't looking to put his everything into fighting, it just wasn't in his nature. Restraint was so ingrained in his being his punches were literal airbags. Through avoidance and flexibility he could wear down his adversary and then take them out quickly and as gently as possible. Which would work fine if he was facing a peer, but with someone with far more experience like Jun, Michael knew this would be good practice of applying this approach against stronger opponents without needing to compromise his morality.

Michael stepped a little bit back and took a stance from the Aikido he'd been studying for a little while. He was no where near as good as his mother, but it proved to be a more appropriate martial art for him than some of the more brutal styles his father learned back from his days as a hero.

"Ready when you are." Michael announced, letting her set the pace.

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TLDR: Michael arrived at the PE grounds ready to meet their senpai

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The lethal comment made her wince. Lethality was a factor she didn't like people exploring, mainly due to the fact that while they were public servants none of them were judges. It wasn't like that one comic with the brooding guy that never took off his helmet. "I'm not gonna go that far, but uh. I'll be sure to not hold back!" She took on a modified boxers stance, one of her rings glowing as a translucent round shield formed on her left arm, analyzing Michael's form. Almost all of Jun's fighting techniques were self-taught, and Aikido was something she pulled some of her form from. Easiest thing to do would be to stay at distance, but then that'd defeat the purpose of this exercise, she thinks, rocking back on her heels for a moment before exploding forward, swinging out with the edge of her shield at his head. Buuuut, this could potentially help me practice the counter grapple stuff! The shield itself would be reminiscent of the hammers that were in the exercise, translucent with a white sheen to it. It had a soft glow, and it looked like it was made almost entirely of light. While it didn't give her too much reach, it would provide just enough to keep Michael on his toes as she swung at him from various different angles. Samaritan

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Irimi Nage

Michael was very good with reactive and defensive styles combat. He struggled when it came to throwing the punches himself because he didn't want to cause harm. That in mind, this was still a friendly spar so he would likely focus on grapples, dodges and disarming moves while incorporating more active attacks to this.

Jun was swift to combine her gear with her fighting style, summoning forth a shield and then launching into an attack. She was fast, even holding back for the sake of the spar, Michael was only just able to shift out of the way on the outside of her swing by ducking down quickly. Michael could expect nothing less from his upperclassman. He had much to learn and was excited for the experiences she would give him.

Michael reached out to attempt to grip Jun's shield wielding arm at the wrist in hopes to gain some control of her momentum and then swing his other arm to hook under her chin for a basic entering throw. Aikido was a rather perfect martial art for Michael as it employed techniques to incapacitate or divert an attacker without causing significant harm. And with his latex-like flexibility holds, throws and counters were a specialty of his.

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TLDR: Michael barely dodged and tried to use an Entering Throw against Jun by grabbing her wrist and throwing her with the crook of his arm under her chin.

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[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... A problem that Jun was acutely aware of was her issues regarding touch. In a combat situation, touch was impossible to avoid, period. She had to touch them, and they had to touch her. But because of that, and because almost always the other party meant her harm, she channeled that anxiety and that want to get away into energy to her advantage. Or in Momo's case, only heap trauma onto the both of them. What Michael had her in was something she couldn't readily break out of, but it was energy she could use. She'd let herself fall backwards, but because she was expecting it she had more control on what to expect. Instead of landing directly on her back, she fell more on her side. The shield would dissipate, but she'd follow it up with a kick up at him as she landed on the ground, intending to push him back. Samaritan

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Rubber Ball Boxing

The kick flew up at Michael as Jun dropped, positioning herself to counter with the throw as she landed. Michael wasn't quite fast enough to dodge the kick, so he did what rubber does and went with it. Bending back with her kick, Michael released Jun and allowed this to bounce him backwards. Flowing with the momentum, Michael moved with the impact allowing him to keep most of his control. He stayed upright as he landed a few meters back, bouncing lightly as his rubbery legs sprang him up and down.

Bending his knees and kicking off the ground as he bounced back, Michael sprung into the air like a Super-Ball slammed to the ground. Bounced up above Jun, Michael stretched back his right fist, coiling his torso slightly to slingshot the punch down towards his sparring partner.

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TLDR: Michael moved with the kick to get bounced back, once a little distance was made, he bounced himself into the air and stretched a punch down at Jun.

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... At the very least, she had a bit of breathing room. Granted, Michael's style was similar to her own: reactionary. She didn't strive to be the aggressor, and any attempts to be one were aimed at a show of force to try and coerce a swift end. Getting to her feet she brought her hands up in her usual boxer's style, debating on her next course of action. She should have guessed, but Michael wasn't exactly all flesh and blood. The impact was something like hitting a punching bag, or some other object that lessened blows so the user didn't get hurt. He really is like a living balloon, she thinks, watching him bounce up and begin to swing down at her. She'd create another four shields above her, each one round and layered similar to what one would find in a book about the Greek phalanx. The impact wasn't as powerful as she thought, but the way his body stretched and morphed did spark a few ideas...and concerns. With the shield wall pushed back almost to her head she'd shift the whole thing, intending to move whatever force was left to her side in order to expose Michael proper, each shield beginning to spin up and fling themselves like discuses as he drifted towards the ground. She'd also take the time to begin moving laterally, not wanting to be in the same space as his fist in the event he pulled some morphing maneuver to catch her off guard. Samaritan

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Twist and Pull

Michael's fist collided with the phalanx of shields that Jun summoned forth. Michael's punch snapped his fist back like it was at the end of a rubber band. He began putting together what this meant for her quirk. There was a huge amount of potential if this was all she was capable of, but he wouldn't let himself fall prey to an assumption underestimating her. Still this would make anything like straight forward strikes near impossible. This brought some comfort to Michael as it meant he could effectively work on the power of his punches and kicks without fear of harming his sparring partner; all the while devising how he could get around her defenses.

Michael unfortunately didn't have a great deal of time to think about that as Jun presented the offense capabilities of her quirk as well. The wall of ethereal shields were now flying up towards him like discuses nearly instantly after defending against his punch. Michael spun with the momentum of his returning fist appearing to attempt contorting his body out of the way of incoming discs. Continuing with that momentum, he launched down another punch, only this time he didn't aim it towards Jun. Michael stretched his left hand straight down in an attempt to grab at the ground. Rather than having the punch return to him, he would keep his grip to pull him down and out of the way of Jun's projectiles.

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TLDR: Michael punched his left hand towards the ground to rubber band him out of the way of Jun's attack

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... If there was something that Jun could give Michael credit for, it was how easily he managed to chain his abilities and move around the battlefield. He didn't quite have the same mobility as her, but the way he twisted and moved was in ways she doubted she could ever achieve. As he pulled himself away and towards the ground she'd change direction; while she could control the shields in flight, she'd let them carry on their trajectory and vanish into the distance. She was going to play the part of the aggressor, and in this case it meant she needed to charge his position. Tapping into her latent anger she summoned one of her warhammers as she closed in on his position, creating a level of momentum as she predicted where he would land, swinging up like a bat in order to send him back up into the air. It would be a hammer similar to this that Michael would have seen in the prior class. Samaritan,

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Michael Faraday

Pull Up!

Michael was already on the defensive, avoiding flying shields turned discuses. His rubber banding was working to a degree, but unfortunately for him Jun had much finer control and variety than he assumed. She changed up her tactics, creating a war hammer beneath him lining itself up with his snappy descent.

Michael released the ground but it would do little to change his speed as he plummeted. The hammer was already in arch to meet his impact and even with his rubbery body's resistance to bludgeoning damage, that was likely going to hurt. Michael spread himself out and inflated his arms and legs, catching the wind resistance to glide him away much like a flying squirrel. Michael arched himself to fly towards Jun. Distance wasn't going to help him if she could manipulate and create constructs from afar. So his only chance to last in this was to face her head on.

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TLDR: Michael inflated his limbs to arch up like a flying squirrel to glide out of the way of the war hammer waiting for him.

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Little did Michael know, his technique thoroughly threw Jun off her game. At best, her swing was going to leave a grazing hit, barely impacting him and if anything pushing him further away from her. And this guy's a first year? With how reactive Michael was playing, Jun was having a hard time fighting him. It wasn't just one thing, either; his quirk was capable of tanking blows, and allowed him more flexibility in the fight, plus his decision making made it incredibly difficult to put forward a disabling blow. It was either she started pulling out the brakes, or attrition would get to her. She took in a deep breath, tapping into her latent fear. With another glow the hammer vanished and morphed into a series of chains, her quirk generating more on top of it as they started to criss-cross in Michael's direction, fully intent on either entrapping him or impacting him enough to force a surrender. While she wasn't expecting the latter to take place, she still had to focus on the number of constructs she had up; with how immobile she was, she was a sitting duck. Samaritan,

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Michael Faraday

Flying Not So High

Michael was relieved to have just barely avoided full force the war hammer as it swung up at him. His gliding spread had lifted him enough that the hammer hit on his leg. It wasn't a clean strike so Michael's rubbery body did manage to take the brunt of it with little injury, but it did knock him off balance in the air. Forced into a heartline roll, Michael began to spiral sharply in the air.

To avoid catching the air and crashing, Michael deflated and pulled in his arms against his chest to ride out the spinning. All of the forward motion and twisting definitely slowed with each rotation. On the third or forth rotation, just as Michael's stomach began to churn from the rapid speed reduction, Michael suddenly inflated himself again. This time he didn't take on the design of a plane, but expanded his whole body and literally ballooned himself full of helium gas. The air resistance immediately forced his horizontal motion to a stop as the gas actually began to lift him away vertically.

However, all of this had prevented Michael from knowing what had become of the war hammer construct. Michael had only managed to stabilize himself in the air when a pair of chains latticed after him. Depending how they impacted him, they may very well just bop him away like a beach ball. Otherwise they may manage to coil around his inflated body, forcing air out of him as they entangled him.

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TLDR: The hammer hit Michael enough to force him into a barrel roll. Michael turned himself into a helium balloon in order to stabilize in the air making him a sitting duck for Jun's chains.

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The chains began to twist and turn in the air, wrapping around Michael and beginning to constrict around him. While in an actual scenario Jun would hold little back, squeezing tightly around her prey and forcing surrender that way. In this case, she didn't want to hurt Michael too much; she just tightened them around him enough to be snug, and hoped that he wouldn't be able to escape. "Wow," she says, letting out a breath. "You are actually a challenge for me!" She was legitimately impressed. Many other students would either attempt to match her force with their own, or avoid battle altogether in order to wear her down. Michael was capable of tanking anything she threw at him and completely throw her off her game. "I think this is a good stopping place. Unless you have some other tricks for me?" Samaritan

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