[Ylva Riis]

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THERE'S FEAR IN THE EYES

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[attr="class","nikki101"]OF ALL OF YOU THAT BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE RIGHT, AND YOU'RE RIGHT

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[attr="class","nikki102"]BUT ARE YOU RIGHT?

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[attr="class","nikki109"]Now this was much more her speed. When she originally saw the full list of events this was the one she wanted to participate in the most. No funny gimmicks, no special equipment, just a regular old brawl. You win if you beat your opponent and you lose if you fail, simple was best. Well, that was until she discovered in this particular set that she was being paired with another student. A 2v2, great. In her eyes, it would still be a 1v2, especially when she discovered she was paired with a...support student.[break][break]

These series of events would normally put her in a terrible mood, but this was all turned around when she discovered her opponents; The balloon guy from the HRS and Andy. Sanctioned fight against her "handler," yes, please. As she watched the countdown from the room she and Kei were stationed in, she would speak up, "I know both of these people. Keep the balloon guy busy and leave the other one to me. I'll turn this into a 1v1 in no time." She didn't think of Kei as a combatant and was pretty certain Michael would just knock him out in one go, giving her just enough time to knock out Andy. The idea was cathartic and knowing all eyes would be on her she fully intended to use these two (three) as a stepping stone to something greater. To become number 1 just as the Riis Family always planned for her.[break][break]

As the countdown reached zero, a sound would ring out, indicating it was time. She would make her way to the arena, facing the other two from the other side and paying virtually no attention to Michael. Locking eyes with Andy who Ylva, deep down, knew she was just as eager to fight her. This was a long time coming.[break][break]

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[attr="class","nikki103"]Kei Hada Masao Ando Samaritan

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You're about to eat dirt you big nerd

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Slowed by Politeness

Michael was feeling rather anxious about the whole event. He knew just how important matches like this was for showcasing themselves for prospective agencies but Michael still wasn’t sure if fighting was going to be the best way to advertise himself. He was decently strong and capable in a fight and when it came to a spar like this essentially was he at least felt a little better with the idea of combat. Being a pacifist in a heroic world was already difficult. Michael believed that so many of the villains that were out there needed to be saved from the decisions that circumstance forced them to make and punching them into submission was not the way to help them. So Michael’s ‘fighting’ style had focused more on defense and subduing his opponent.

Michael was thankful that his partner for this particular match up was Masao Ando, Paragon. He had met her through the Hostage Rescue Scenario. She was incredible. So powerful and confident but still she had accommodated Michael’s desire to not cause any harm against the villain portraying actors. Even if they had been genuinely villains, Michael would have preferred a peaceful solution and Paragon had done her best to do just that while running diversion for Michael to break out the hostages. Michael understood how difficult a request like that was especially during a scenario like that, but Masao-senpai proved that they were strong enough to meet such a condition. This is why when asked to be part of her team for a 2v2 combat for the Sports Festival, Michael agreed. He wanted to follow her example and be strong enough to be what she needed for this situation.

Michael knew he still likely wouldn’t be able to directly fight but he could run defense and support for Masao-senpai. Also with the condition of knocking the opponent out of the ring as a method of defeat, Michael felt this would be the most effective and least painful way to win their fight. Since this was Paragon’s area of expertise, Michael would defer to her plans on what to do in the match and back her up however she saw fit. He was ready to do what he could to help her.

That readiness staled slightly when he saw who they would be competing against. Michael had only seen Kei as a hostage stand-in during the HRS exercise, so he did not have much insight on who they were and what they could do. But Ylva was a different situation. Ylva had been on the capture team with Michael during the Hostage Rescue Scenario and to put it bluntly she was rather terrifying. Cold, calculating, precise and brutal, Riis-senpai had charged in for the fight against the pseudo-villain Scylla trying to do serious damage with their quirk right from the beginning. No unnecessary chatter, no backup required, just her icy quirk threatening to take down the target one way or another. Despite her chilling performance, Michael couldn’t help but admire how (no pun intended) cool she was. Michael didn’t agree with her methods but she had still proven how effective she was in what she did. In a disturbing way, it could be seen her frightening methods could be seen in the same light as Michael’s tactics, so long as she was attempting quick and devastating attacks in order to cause the least amount of damage with a fast take down. She, like all the others in this bout, was an upperclassman so Michael felt an air of inexperience in comparison to them.

Being the in the lowest class beneath the others made Michael seek to prove himself all the more, especially with Masao-senpai having him for her teammate. He wouldn’t compromise his morals for this match but knew that Paragon wouldn’t expect that of him. So now it was a matter standing his ground against Ylva’s cold quirk and whatever Kei would throw at them. Michael knew Yvla’s quirk was a particular concern when matched with his own. Michael relied on gas flow through his rubber like body, and as certain temperature ranges that proved difficult. In freezing temperatures his rubber body would contract and become brittle the colder it got and his gas was forced to condense and was harder to produce and manipulate. Michael would need to work extra hard to function around her abilities, so hopefully Paragon would be able to handle her while he focused on backing her up as she needed.

Notes & Tags: Ylva Riis | Kei Hada | Masao Ando

TLDR: Michael had a lot to prove to his upperclassmen and was ready to back up Masao-senpai

[Kei Hada]

It's not often that Kei swears even in his own head, but what the actual fuck.

He thought he was only going to participate in the building challenge. Take it easy with the festival this year so the other students could shine and garner sponsorships. Visit some stands. Buy some food and souvenirs. Try not to compare the event too much with the Unity Festival hosted just a few months ago.

But no. No, he signed up for a fight of all things and he was told that he had fifteen minutes before he was to go to the stage. He did not at all but apparently he walked up to the sign up sheet himself and wrote his name on it. Several witnesses were there. No one denied his presence. What's worse is he couldn't just back out either.

Not when doing so would get his partner disqualified. Because of course it was a 2v2.

Kei was sitting next to her now, leg shaking as he watched the timer tick down. He glanced at her with a concerned look at her game plan. "1v1?" Great. She didn't believe he would last either. Which was fair all things considered so he just nodded. "Okay. I- I'll try to keep him off ya." The one silver lining he supposed was he knew both Masao and Michael too, both in the exercise they ran and the former in his support classes. Even if they wanted to win, he had a feeling that they wouldn't try to hurt him too badly.

Crossing his fingers on that thought at least.

Apprehension was evident in his form as he followed Ylva to the arena, and once he stood across from their opponents, Kei hesitantly lifted a hand to wave. "Hey guys..." It was obvious he didn't want to be here.

He hoped this would be over quick.

Ylva Riis,Samaritan,Masao Ando

[Masao Ando]

A 2v2.

It would be a test, not of her skills as a weaponsmith, but as a fighter. She was nowhere near as strong as the average hero course student and she knew it. After all, she spent most of her time locked away in her workshop. Even so, she took on a double workload. She participated in active training assignments, most recently the Hostage Rescue Simulation. All so she could become not just a great support hero, but a great hero overall. Someone worthy of the name of Paragon and the armor she had inherited. The match here today was going to be a culmination of her training. To see how far she had left to climb before she reached the top. There was a very real chance that she was going to crash and burn, especially considering their opponents. Nevertheless, if she was going to lose, she was happy to do so alongside someone else with lofty goals even more ambitious than her own.

During the Hostage Rescue Simulation he had asked her not to use excessive violence. In an exercise focusing on rescuing civilians, he wasn't just worried about the civilians, but their captors too. It had given her a lot to think about, and she was happy to work alongside him once more. ''I heard you changed your hero name. Should I call you by your new name for the duration of this fight?'' Even though she was nervous it hardly showed on her. Stoic as always, Masao knew that failure here no matter what, still wasn't the end. Worst case scenario, they both lost horribly and she could use that as fuel to become even better for next year. She had already more than showed her worth as a manufacturer. If anything, she was more concerned about how Michael came across to the audience. This was his first year to really prove himself, and she already felt he had the makings of a great hero. He just needed to convince all the big heads running hero agencies of that too. ''As you have no doubt guessed, Riis-san will be of great trouble to us with her quirk. She prefers to attack from a distance while the both of us specialize in close quarters combat. Hada-senpai is nothing short of a genius so far as manufacturing goes, but I have yet to see his prowess in combat myself. It would be wise for us to be wary of Riis-san, but not to underestimate Hada-senpai either.'' Although she normally wouldn't, she put a hand on Michael's shoulder to reassure him. ''Do your best, and don't compromise on your ideals.'' She said firmly, ''they make you who you are. Being yourself is far more important than winning.'' With that she headed up to the ring and prepared herself for a fight.

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Her partner's lack of conviction made her scowl. She was in no mood to suffer fools and this was the most important part of the Sports Festival. This is exactly where she stumbled last time at Shiketsu, and with her parents front and center, along with her less-than-stellar reputation at UAU, all eyes were on her. Some rooting for her to redeem herself and a much larger majority rooting for her to fail. She'd look over at the support student she was saddled with and then turned back to her target - Andy.[break][break]

The countdown would begin as Ylva stretched to prepare for what would be her greatest victory. Getting to shove this win in Andy's face for the next year would be so cathartic. "FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE, START!" the proctor would shout as the alarm rung out. Ylva would waste no time at all, focusing her energy where Andy was standing as shimmering diamond dust flooded the area. Should she not defend herself or avoid it it would take her out of the fight in one go. Ylva would point to Michael "There's your guy. Don't fuck it up."[break][break]



tl;dr Ylva attacks Andy (what else did you expect?), tells Kei to deal with Michael.[break][break]

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Unsportsmen-like Conduct

Michael lit up happily to see Masao-senpai again. Seeing her friendly face definitely brought him some comfort at the prospect of the fight to come. "Michael is fine. It doesn't quite feel very heroic of me to fight against people." Michael chuckled nervously. This was a spar in a sense, so perhaps he didn't have to feel so uncomfortable about the idea of combat, but the idea of harming anyone, even in an exhibition like this was disconcerting. With how brutal Riis-senpai's attempts had been during the HRS, Michael was worried just how violent this could end up. While he didn't want to harm anyone, he couldn't let Masao-senpai get harmed either... his tutelage from Shirayuki-sensei had made that unfortunately clear that others could be far greater injured if he couldn't defend them properly...

Michael was still uncertain that violence could only be solved with violence, so to hear Masao-senpai's sentiment about his ideals, he felt much more comfortable to be here. "Thank you Senpai. We will win, showing everyone our determination for peace." He didn't want anyone harmed, so he'd need to follow his initial instinct of being defensive. If he could protect Masao from Ylva then Masao could likely find an opening to be able to neutralize her. Maybe by ringing her out, that would be the fastest and most gentle method. Of course there was also the support student Kei.

Michael wasn't sure what to expect from Hada-senpai. For a support department student to be participating in this contest was truly a while card situation. Masao didn't know what he would bring to this fight which made for a dangerous unknown. Still Michael wondered if perhaps they did not wish to be here. Maybe they didn't want to fight either. Michael formulated a plan of exactly how to take him out. "I know what to do about Hada-senpai, leave him to me!" Michael said confidently.

As the match was signaled to begin, Ylva acted as Michael had expected going after Masao as she was the only real threat to her. After all Ylva already knew about Michael's feelings on combat from the HRS, so it made sense for her to go after Masao to take out her actual competition. Michael had assumed this would be the case and had put his attention towards Kei. All he had to do was take him out and then he could back up Masao.

Michael bounded his way towards Kei, circling a wide berth away from Ylva to avoid getting in her crosshairs. Ylva would likely focus on Masao, and Masao would hold that focus. Which would leave Michael to go after Kei. He wasn't thrilled with this course of action he planned for his opponent, it was rather frowned upon in such a contest like this, but Michael was hopeful it would work. Trying to draw Kei away from Ylva before he moved in, Michael would then approach the mechanist swiftly. He would charge straight towards Kei and...

"Would you mind conceding the fight?" Michael said in a gentle and friendly tone. Coming to an abrupt stop right in front of Kei, Michael slouched slightly into a non-threatening stature as he asked his senpai to quit. "Normally I would dismiss myself from this kind of match too, but Masao-senpai might need some back up. So if you could just step out of the ring, I would really appreciate it."

Notes & Tags: Ylva Riis,Masao Ando,Kei Hada,Samaritan,

TLDR: Michael would focus against Kei with a plan of "attack" by asking Kei to ring himself out

[Kei Hada]

The match was moments away from starting and Kei might be losing his mind a bit.

Seriously, who put him up to this? They had to be a shapeshifter of some kind if they could convince everyone around the sign up desk that they were Kei. Did they mimic his voice too? Surely they did- he kept to himself a lot but he'd never been the silent type. He greets people when he's greeted! He makes small conversation! Someone would've noticed something was off if he scrawled his name on the sheet with no comment.

Oh god, the referee was counting down now. Forget who got him in this mess- think instead about who he and Ylva were up against. Masao and Michael- students with complementing fighting styles all things considered. From the little he's seen in their exercise, Masao could probably tank a lot with her armour while Michael was fast, using that wind he dispelled from his balloon body to zip around - because yeah Kei did eventually realize Michael was a balloon and his red face was not from overexertion.

Wait, Ylva was making her move- no way have they started yet- he wasn't ready! And Michael was flying right towards him! Kei covered his face with his arms.

Only to be met with a question.

"What?" he couldn't help but respond. He lowered his arms and looked up to see the balloon-headed student standing before him in the least intimidating stance he could muster given their height difference. Kei blinked once. Twice.

Concede?

He was quiet, letting himself think while Michael let him. In any other situation he would've gladly taken the suggestion to just leave the arena. Kei wouldn't get hurt, an actual hero student would be victorious; it was a win-win. A win-win-win if one counted Masao as another winner since she was Michael's partner.

But one glance at Ylva was all it took to convince him otherwise. She seemed determined to wipe out the competition. She really wanted to win. Her voice echoed in his head.

Don't fuck it up.

Kei didn't want to know what would happen if he fucked it up.

He shook his head at the first year, voice shaking. "I- I can't." Willing his breathing to settle, one metal arm was deployed from his pack. It'd be similar to the tendrils Michael saw in his simulation with one key difference.

Instead of ramming him with it, the claw at the end of the arm would open up. "I'm really sorry!" Water shot out then, aiming to push Michael back with the torrent.

Ylva Riis,Samaritan,Masao Ando

[Masao Ando]

''Michael-san it is.'' She smirked, ''do not worry. To embody heroism fighting is a necessary evil. It doesn't matter if you are rescuing civilians, fighting villains or manufacturing gear. We're all fighting for a better tomorrow.'' The thought that anyone would call into question whether Michael was heroic or not sounded ridiculous to her. It was only natural that he was nervous given that he was still a first year, but it couldn't help but make her wonder about his potential. Where would he be one, two years from now? She was certain he could become someone extraordinary. ''We will, but remember it is not truly about winning this fight. It's about impressing them.'' She pointed up to the audience. ''The outcome of this fight is going to decide your immediate future, so act with authenticity. Show them who Samaritan, who Michael is.''

The confidence suited Michael and she was more than happy to leave Kei to him. ''Very well.'' That left her with Ylva which seemed all but inevitable at this point. Knowing the ice queen there was no chance she didn't target her right away, and given that she could hang back and use her ice quirk she would quickly become a problem if Masao didn't go for her too.

As the alarm rung out she wasted no time avoiding the diamond dust and charging right for Ylva. She wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of an immediate elimination. In fact, it was high time she put the former Shiketsu student in her place and addressed that arrogance of hers. ''As predictable as ever, Riis-san!'' Once she was clear of the light dusting of ice she activated her own quirk in a flash of bright light, donning her armor in an instant. It would slow her down in advancing on Ylva, but none of that mattered when the ring wasn't bigger than it was. All she had to do was push her up into one of the corners to secure a ring-out. ''Now tell me...'' She panted, punching the one of the tiles of the ring with her enhanced strength to knock loose some small rocks. ''What motivates you? Do you simply hate the world around you, or do you enjoy being the ingrate that ruins it for everyone else?'' Masao was more angry than she had first realized, evidenced by how hard she started throwing rocks at Ylva. She knew it was a futile attack, she knew it wasn't going to hurt the girl, but it was the only way she could think of to apply pressure right now.

Masao's second year as a support student had been a struggle. Her first year went well. She produced quality gear, she had good grades, but she did nothing to stand out compared to her contemporaries. A shame on the Ando family name. She could have rectified that in her second year, if the school hadn't saddled her with watching over Ylva like some kind of glorified babysitter. She was finally done with Ylva. The gloves were coming off.

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Ylva truly paid no attention to Michael or Kei; they could kill each other for all she cared, but she knew they wouldn't. Michael was just as preachy as Andy, and Kei was a support student without a spine. As much as she hated Andy and everything she represented, she was coincidentally also the only person who would give her a good fight. Plus, the idea of knocking her pompous ass out of the ring almost put a smile on her face.[break][break]

"You never stop talking. I don't like people, but you care a lot." She would dodge the first few rocks and then catch the last one, icing it over before throwing it back with as much force as she could manage. "How's it feel to have no friends? You can run your mouth all you want, but.." She would pull off the same move she did during Maws, creating a sheet of ice above Andy and letting gravity do the rest of the work "you don't have a fraction of what it takes to be the best. Andy." [break][break]

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Twist and Stretch

Michael was disappointed, but not really surprised by Kei's response. It was a lot to ask someone to throw a match like this. After all Masao was right. They weren't here to win, they were here to impress the audience. These would be the people counting on them to rescue them or stand up against injustice. They were their future employers, partners, rivals. This fight wasn't meant to showcase a bunch of people hitting each other, but showcase the heroes they were going to become. Michael didn't know anything about Kei's dynamic with Ylva so he assumed this was the reason why he couldn't give up.

Still the robotic arm rising up and blasting a torrent of water at Michael had caught him by surprise. The strong stream pushed Michael back and he moved even further back as he jumped back with the water blast. It was a fairly non-damaging attack but it clicked why Ylva had him for a partner. Coupled with her ice quirk, this water could be used to a severe advantage. If Michael wasn't careful he or Masao could get drenched and become a popsicle in no time.

Michael suddenly twisted himself up like a cork screw, while his body's rubbery consistency made water wick off him rather quickly, his clothing were a different manner. He just had some sturdy and stretchy UAU gym clothes. Perhaps this was all the more sign that he needed to have a suit designed for him. Twisting his body, Michael wrung the water out of his clothes like squeezing out a wet towel. But as he untwisted, Michael used the momentum to whip his right hand towards Kei, trying to grab hold of him. If Kei wouldn't leave of their own free will, Michael would need to move him out of the ring. He felt bad that he actively would be fighting against Kei's opportunity to show the crowd what he was made of, oblivious to the fact that by facing off against Kei was doing exactly that.

Notes & Tags: Ylva Riis,Masao Ando,Kei Hada,Samaritan,

TLDR: Michael got blasted with water. Once jumping back enough he twisted himself up to wring out his clothing and then use the momentum from untwisting to stretch one of his hands out to try grabbing Kei.

[Kei Hada]

If Kei could only read minds, just so he could tell Michael how wrong his assumptions were.

He wasn't here because he wanted to be. Showing off to future sponsors was good and all, but Kei didn't advertise himself as a fighter. He was an inventor; his skill already well-known to the point he had an internship secured, not to mention all the gear he's already created for his colleagues. He didn't need to display his skill as much as those of the lower years did. Certainly not in an arena of all places. If anything, so far he proved himself one to use underhanded tactics with his pushing back of someone who purposely didn't make a move.

The second wrong assumption was his partnership with Ylva. That wasn't deliberate either- Kei only met her briefly in that hospital room before this challenge. He didn't know what she was capable of, much less the Quirk she had. Ice, though. Huh.

Kei furrowed his brow. He wasn't going to defeat Michael. That much was a fact, and the reason why he was only delegated to distracting him. But the least he could do was make the cold student's own battle easier. As much as he didn't want to get between her and Masao - the words they exchanged were heated and not lost on him - he wanted to end this as fast as possible.

He should move first though. That hand was coming in.

With a yelp, Kei brandished two more metal arms to grasp the ground beneath him, and he maneuvered to the side away from Michael's attempted capture. He then used what little time he had to point the first arm to the floor and spray more water, coating the stage in a layer of the liquid.

Hopefully she could make use of it.

Ylva Riis,Samaritan,Masao Ando

[Masao Ando]

''You may be tactless, but at least you are not blind.'' She replied to the claim that she cared. She did, and perhaps a little more than she needed to. She could have backed down ages ago, but her family, her owns stubborn pride, for various reasons she had stuck with Ylva, the person she despised. ''So, you don't like people, but do you care, Riis-san? If not, then why are you here, wasting everyone's time? Do you think you can become a hero with brute force alone? I know you're a tactless brute, but I didn't take you for an idiot!'' The feud was becoming deeply personal. No, it had been for a long time now. Much like Ylva, she hardly noticed Kei and Michael. All she could think about was teaching Ylva a lesson by throwing her out of the ring first.

When Ylva froze over one of the rocks and threw it back at her, she quickly brought her gauntlets up to shield herself, stopping her advance momentarily. The fact that she had no friends struck a nerve with her because it was true. She knew it, but it was something she kept ignoring. Kept pushing aside in favor of advancing her hero career. It wasn't that she was bad with people, it was much easier to tell herself that she was just dedicated to becoming the best hero that she could. Then again... No great hero could make it on their own either. Her attention snapped upwards as she recognized what Ylva was doing from that time they fought the monsters during MAWS. She knew she couldn't get out of the way, so instead she focused on increasing her durability. Tapping into her armor, a helmet blinked into existence to cover her head, slightly distorting her voice in the process. ''The best?'' She held her arms up to try and catch the sheet of ice, but immediately found that the weight pushed her down to one knee as she struggled against the pressure.

''I may not have any friends, and I may not be worthy of this armor yet, but I don't need you to tell me that.'' She strained, but she had a point to make so she continued talking. ''Do you know what legacy is?'' She slowly started struggling her way back up to her feet. ''It's a shackle. It is what one must do, how one must act based on factors that are outside of their control.'' There was a hateful bitterness to her tone, something very unlike the usual Masao. She didn't even care if her family saw this, or what the consequences would be anymore. She needed to drill this into Ylva's head. ''The Ando name is my legacy, my shackle. A name of such status necessitates that I act like one befitting of her station.'' Her muscles were burning, crying out for a break. ''Do you get it, Riis-san? Not everyone can try to rush their career, tumbling through the fast lane with no regard for others, bringing about destruction because they have nothing to lose.'' She slowed down her breathing as she finally managed to push her way out from under the sheet of ice, avoiding getting crushed completely. ''...You. You could never understand what this is like! You think your path to heroism triumphs over mine? Prove it!!'' Her words were poison, spiteful, she could hardly recognize herself anymore as she continued charging towards Ylva.

Kei Hada, Samaritan, Ylva Riis

[Ylva Riis]

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"That's rich coming from you, Andy." She would lay on more and more ice trying to knock her annoying roommate out of the competition entirely, unwilling to admit that Andy was stronger than the amount of force Ylva could muster. Gravity could only do so much, so instead, she would treat her with the same "kindness" that she had said to her. "Prattling on behind a suit of armor that you never take off, talk about projection." [break][break]

While Ylva could have supported Kei in his conflict she had told him to handle his shit and for the most part he did. The extra water on the battlefield meant that Ylva had more ammunition and she could keep the other two isolated while she took out Andy. Focusing her energy flow on the field she created a few jagged ice walls that separated the battlefield in two and also limited the area Andy could move about. She wasn't exactly known to be quick on her feet, but neither was Ylva and she didn't want to risk any interference.[break][break]



"No legacy is more important than my own." She was clearly getting caught up in all this just as much as Masao was "My grandfather relied on others and got himself torn down for it. That won't happen to me no matter who I need to step on. THAT'S ambition." With Andy having overcome the ice block, Ylva also charged forward more than willing to let this turn into a brawl. Andy was tough, but so was she, and she wanted an overwhelming victory. No matter the cost. [break][break]

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Big talk from someone wearing a suit of armor, fight me like a man Andy

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Whip It Good

The argument between Masao and Ylva just kind of faded into obscurity as the cheers and sounds of the crowd drowned it out for anyone not really focused on them. And Michael unfortunately had his full focus on Kei. His grapple had missed Kei as he used his robotic arms to move him out of the way. But just because his hand had missed, didn't mean he was out of the woods yet.

Michael cartwheeled in the same direction that Kei had side stepped to, jerking his arm along with him. Michael's hand had already flown past, but this yank down his arm made it whip towards the mechanist. Michael's stretched forearm was now swinging towards Kei perpendicular to his body, but wasn't aimed for him. It was aimed at the robotic arms that were carrying him. Michael had learned a lot during the hostage event verses Dr.Yanai. So targeting the mobility of Kei's gadgets was going to be step one in wrangling him in.

To pull this off, it did make it so he couldn't really do anything to stop or quell the water distribution Kei had just pumped out, but hopefully it would either force him to stop more or even get Kei in a position for a ring out. At least that was Michael's goal.

Notes & Tags: Ylva Riis ,Masao Ando ,Kei Hada ,Samaritan ,

TLDR: Michael did a cartwheel to yank his arm to whip towards Kei's robot arms with the side of his arm.

[Kei Hada]

You know, this was going surprisingly well. He thought he had only a few seconds before he was thrown out of the ring, but he actually dodged an attempted capture. Sure his invention was carrying him - literally and figuratively - but it was his invention. He made the Quarms. His brain was keeping him alive - not that it was a life-or-death situation or anything but still.

Then Ylva raised an ice wall between them.

On one hand, probably for the best. Interjecting on the girls' battle was now impossible unless Kei made the effort to climb over the wall with his gear. Which he could but he still didn't want to get between them. Michael would also have to follow him and Ylva would probably hate that.

On the other hand, while it left her opponent with less room to move in, the same could be said about Kei. He could only evade the balloon's "attacks" for so long in the reduced space, and with the pool he created forcing him to wade and slow down-

He'd eventually get caught.

The metal arms were swiped right off their claws and Kei yelped as he fell to the ground with a splash. Said yelp would cause him to breathe in some of the water and he had to pause to cough it out. Pushing himself up so he wasn't completely vulnerable in this state, two metal arms shot more water, though it was at a lower pressure and he was aiming them blindly.

He needed to wash Michael out or he was as good as done.

Ylva Riis,Samaritan,Masao Ando