[Masao Ando]

She was being pushed to her absolute limit, fighting with a ferocity and anger she usually kept under lock and key, but Ylva was too good at pushing her buttons. ''Do you think yourself much better? All this time your ice has been doing the talking for you. We utilize our quirks to get ahead in this career, that's how things work. You of all people should be acutely aware of that.'' She was almost relieved when the walls separated the arena in two. She could hardly recognize herself at the moment and she didn't want both Kei and Michael to see her losing her cool like this. She respected the both of them too much.

She took a step forward, but quickly backed off again when she realized the path that had once been available to her was now severely limited thanks to the ice constructs. Instead, she took a moment to listen to Ylva... Her legacy? What burden could a brute like Ylva be carrying around that justified the way she acts? No. There was no way to justify what Ylva Riis what. The anger overwhelmed her once more and when Ylva charged forward, she did too, hellbent on meeting her halfway. All the pent-up anger, the frustrations, the self-hatred, self-doubt, and countless days and nights she had tried to help Ylva become a better student, it was all boiling over and distilling into one single objective. She was going to beat the shit out of Ylva Riis.

''What you call 'ambition' is a fool's game!'' To prove Ylva wrong, she would even let go of her quirk. Once they got close enough, Masao turned off her armor, hoping to catch her roommate by surprise as she threw out her jab a little faster, attempting to punch Ylva in the face.

Kei Hada, Samaritan, Ylva Riis

[Ylva Riis]

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"Quirks are tools, you moron." Her anger flared up as she spoke with more emotion than Masao had likely ever heard. "You're a support course student like that one over there." The ice had begun to melt as Ylva was on the move, providing a clearer picture of what was happening on each side. "Your tool is a shield; mine is a sword." She was ready to destroy Masao Ando here and now.[break][break]

Whether it was arrogance or principle, when Andy dropped her defenses, Ylva released her hold on her quirk, causing the ice walls surrounding them to melt rapidly. When it came to a brawl, Ylva was confident that she wouldn't lose, especially not to a support student and not to someone she hated more than anyone else. [break][break]


Ylva was caught off guard by Andy ditching her armor and decided to play along. She sadly knew Andy better than anyone, having been forced to spend so much time with her, and would take the punch directed at her by turning her head. The impact, easily leaving a bruise and causing her nose to bleed, didn't stop her advance. She would curl her right arm into a fist and swing hard into Masao Ando's gut, and assuming she didn't fall, she would grab her by the cuff of her shirt and reel her arm back ready to throw the giantess out of the ring. "My foolish ambition just cost you the match."[break][break]

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Alla til mig

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Whiplash

Michael felt his arm whip through with his motion, slamming into the mechanical limbs that kept Kei lifted up. Had this been a few months prior, Michael wasn't sure if he'd have been physically strong enough to knock loose the metallic gadgetry. As much as he didn't like fighting, he had worked hard to make himself strong enough not slow down his peers. His plan to sweep the "legs" of Kei seemed to have worked... unfortunately too well. Michael's stomach clenched when he saw just how hard Kei hit into the ground.

Michael retracted his arm and rushed towards his fallen school mate. Kei began coughing harshly; Michael wasn't sure if it was from the impact, or if he had inhaled some water, or a little of both. Michael ran to Kei in concern, only to be met with a chaotic torrent of water. He was completely caught off guard by this and blasted back a little but it wasn't as concentrated as earlier so Michael was pushed back to far before the "arms" moved off him to spray in random directions.

Michael needed to be more careful... Kei could still be harmed indirectly if Michael attacked the arms. Even attacking Kei's mechanized extremities put Kei at risk with them strapped to his back. Strapped to his back... Now there was an idea: a pacifistic loophole. Michael didn't need to fight against Kei or his limbs, he needed to neutralize that pack. Either separating it from Kei or breaking it enough to stop working. It wouldn't be easy, but at least now he had a target.

Michael began building up some bounce as he ran towards the ice wall. He watch of the water streams to avoid getting blasted or slipping from too much flow. He just needed enough speed to bounce off the a higher spike on the ice wall to land himself behind Kei. Compressing into that impact, he could then bounce off the ground and pinball straight towards Kei's back. His focus would be the pack itself but if he had to break the arms first, he'd need to do so as carefully as possible to avoid whiplash on Kei.

As he sprung off the wall, something happened he hadn't expected, the wall crumbled and melted. He didn't think he had struck it hard enough to break, especially so completely, which meant Masao and/or Ylva had done something... This normally would be a good thing, but it threw off Michael's trajectory for his plan. Michael could only do his best to readjust on the fly... but at this speed with this much force applying to him, it made it like trying to steer a speeding bus going down hill.

As Michael slammed into the ground, he managed to spring towards Kei, however the trajectory was so far off it made it hard to control, causing the bouncy balloon man to hurtle like a human missile right at Kei and their partners right behind him. Whether Kei managed to get out of the way of Michael as he was launched at him or if Michael tackled into him as well, it was clear that his path was flying straight towards Ylva and Masao.

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

TLDR: Michael got blasted in the face with water when he tried to approach Kei concerned he was hurt. Michael decided to focus on removing or breaking Kei's backpack to avoid hurting him directly (attacking him) or indirectly (attacking the arms). Michael bounced and sprung off the ice wall in an attempt to land behind Kei and bounce towards him to attack the pack, but when the ice wall melted, it threw off his trajectory. Sending him flying right towards Kei on a collision course with Ylva and Masao.

[Kei Hada]

There was a lot of noise from the crowd and water rushing out of his gear, compounded only by the waves that came from the melting ice wall. Kei should've invested in earplugs before the match. Then again, he didn't think he was gonna be here so it wasn't like he could prepare.

So he could only do his best at keeping Michael at bay, his head a vibrant target that he could lock on. There was a hit somewhere he was pretty sure, but it wasn't enough. He had to keep going. Keep going until the fight was over and he could leave and maybe eat something because his hands were shaking so bad at this point.

His opponent bounced on the ground then. That's- he couldn't have caused that right? Oh god, he was coming in fast. He couldn't push him back again, the water pressure wasn't enough. He hadn't aborted the action to run early enough.

Kei could only let out a yelp before the hero student collided into him.

Kei didn't have much in terms of resistance. He was a support student. Not like Masao who trained alongside future heroes, but the kind to sit in labs and conduct experiments. The kind to only exercise to stay healthy, if even then. So he easily kept the momentum that would have them careen towards the girls.

He had one more chance - a last-ditch effort - to remove himself from this situation.

With a yell, Kei launched all four metal arms to the ground to pierce the water as fast as they could, in hopes of finding purchase on the ground underneath. He'd duck as low as he can then. Maybe he'd slip out and Michael would slide over him and continue his way. It was all down to whether he'd get that grip.

Please let this work.

Masao Ando,Ylva Riis,Samaritan

[Masao Ando]

Ylva was talking to her like she didn't know anything, like she wasn't just spewing a bunch of nonsense out of that mouth of hers. Masao had never been this angry before, as usually she bottled up her anger and buried it somewhere deep inside her. Not this time, this time she was indulging it fully and it made it impossible for her to think. All she could do was act on her need to commit violence against Ylva, and that was exactly what she did when she dropped her armor and punched her. ''This is the best you can do with your 'sword'? You'll be the laughing stock of the hero course!''

Turned out Ylva actually did know how to throw a punch, as the hit she took to her gut was enough to leave her gasping. She was hurt, but she was refusing to go out even as Ylva was rearing to toss her. Reaching up, she grabbed onto Ylva's arm and squeezed, planning to hold on no matter what, stay in the ring even if it cost her, her own life. Maybe if she reactivated her armor she could catch Ylva by surprise once again and turn the fight in her favor. But then, throwing her out of the ring wouldn't be good enough. She wanted to punch Ylva more, she needed to punch her more. It was terrifying to be this angry, to know she had this much potential for destruction, and yet...

She wouldn't come to realize it yet, but ending up outside of the ring alongside Ylva had saved her from going down a very dark path.

It took her a moment to snap out of it but once she did she just sat there for a moment and took it all in. Had Michael done that intentionally? No, there was no way he could have seen what was going on with those ice walls in the way. ''Michael-san...'' She muttered. Win or lose, she was going to stay by his side until the match came to its conclusion. She didn't spare Ylva a single glance. She was finally starting to cool down so she didn't need another reason to blow up at her. Standing up she dusted herself off and waited for the penultimate finale to play out.

Kei Hada, Samaritan, Ylva Riis

[Ylva Riis]

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"Someone who surrounds themselves with weaklings doesn't have the right to talk." She spit out a tiny bit of blood drawn from Masao's strike. "You're a dull blade." Her eyes narrowed as she tightened her grip on Masao's cuffs and lifted her higher in direct defiance of her feeble attempts to free herself. She was entirely locked in, her wrath and everything she'd built up over the years being aimed at Masao. All the long nights of studying, the harsh training, the lack of companionship. Whether she knew it or not, she was just like Masao - forced down a path she didn't choose.[break][break]

She would steel herself further, knowing that her parents were watching her. After her outburst at Shiketsu, when that kid mocked her grandfather, and she brutalized him in response, she shoved her emotions further down, refusing to lose control like that ever again. If Masao foolishly donned her armor, she would respond in kind and freeze her enough for her to toss her out of the ring without effort. With her focus on Masao, she wasn't aware of Michael's approach until it was too late. [break][break]


She was out. She took a moment to look around and saw that Kei was still in the arena, but this didn't quell her frustration. Her team won, but she lost. Her eyes scanned the crowd and she made the briefest of eye contact with her dad who simply stood up and proceeded to leave. Balling her fist up and gritting her teeth, she stood up and made her way out of the arena. If Masao did get a look at her, she'd see something she'd never seen before and likely wouldn't see again.[break][break]

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[Samaritan]

Michael Faraday

Miscalculated Finish

"Ow..." Michael groaned faintly as he sat up. Everything had happened so fast and crashed so hard, it took him a few seconds to really figure out just what had happened. He remember having his trajectory thrown off... he was hurdling towards Kei... coming in too fast... he had hit into him... but it wasn't for long... and Michael kept going until...

Michael looked around to see that he was sitting on the ground outside of the ring, and he wasn't alone. Masao and Ylva were both out with him. But Kei, Kei remained. "Oh, he won!" Michael said excitedly for Kei... but then realized: "Oh, he won..." Michael immediately looked over to Masao. "I'm sorry Masao-senpai... I know you really wanted to win. Sorry I kind of screwed it all up for you."

Michael got himself off the ground, dusting himself off. "Are you both okay? I hope I didn't hurt either of you. I miscalculated that last bounce and went too far." Michael chuckled in embarrassment.

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

TLDR: Michael realizes that he accidentally rung out everyone but Kei. He feels bad for letting Masao down, but is happy Kei won and that none one got too hurt, hopefully.

[Kei Hada]

Kei was lying on the floor. While better than his earlier predicament of spinning around with no way to tell which way was up, it still wasn't the best position to be in. The longer he stayed here, the more time he would give Michael to recover from his hit and make his way back. The support major knew this. He had to get up. He took a breath.

This turned out to be a mistake as doing so meant water went up his nose. He pushed himself up, coughing out the water as best as he could. Then with bleary eyes he searched for his opponent. He wanted to stop so bad but as long as the match was still going he had to stay up as long as possible.

When Kei did spot Michael, it took a while for him to register his words. "Who won?" He blinked. Looked at the line that crossed between himself and the balloon student. Glanced at Masao, who was on the same side as Michael. His eyes then scanned the area around him to confirm that, indeed, he stayed within the boundaries while the other team was knocked out of it.

A huff escaped him, disbelieving when it dawned on him. "I won? I won!" Kei's hands balled into fists then as he raised them in the air. "I WON!!!" The crowd cheered at the same time he did. It was finally over. He was done. He could scream or cry. It was possible he was doing both- it was just hard to tell since he was soaked from all the water.

But right- it was a team match. Kei turned to where his partner would've been. "Ylva, we did it! We won! We..." he trailed off, face shifting to confusion as he spotted the white-haired student walk away. "Ylva?" She really wanted to win, so why was she leaving? He lowered his arms. Did he do something wrong after all?

The others stayed at least. With a shake of his head, he took a deep breath as he addressed Michael. "I'm okay! Just knocked the wind out of me is all." Kei rubbed the centre of his chest. His body was sore all over but he felt that was the spot that needed his attention first. "Good-" a wheeze escaped him. "Good match! It was great seein' you guys give your all!"

Masao Ando,Ylva Riis,Samaritan

[Masao Ando]

The final stretch of the fight was shorter than she thought it would be, but she didn't blame Michael. If anything, she blamed herself for losing her cool. She looked up at one of the cameras that had been recording their match. She said a lot of bad stuff about her family on TV so she could probably expect a stern talking to soon. Not that any of that mattered.

''You're a dull blade.''

As much as Ylva was a good for nothing brute... She was also right. Masao wanted to be so much more than she was, but the truth was she wasn't gifted, and despite working hard she had barely made any progress in the last year. Should she really reconsider whether she was cut out to be a hero? Her expression turned a bit somber as she looked over at Ylva right when she left the arena. Was she... Sad?

''I am quite all right, Michael-san.'' She bowed her head formally. ''Think nothing of it, you did everything you could. My performance as your teammate was subpar. I should not have stepped into the ring with you.'' She turned to look up at Kei. He was her enemy in the match, but she couldn't help but feel proud of him. Michael too, he put on a strong performance lasting for so long inside the ring. ''I have a lot to think about... Michael-san, I do not hold this loss against you. You fought authentically. I am sure someone in the stands has already taken note of you.'' She gave him a small bow once more, before turning to leave. ''If you talk to him first, could you congratulate Hada-san on my behalf?''

Kei Hada, Samaritan, Ylva Riis

[Jinx]

☆ MISSION SUCCESS ☆

What an intense match!
Great thread you all!

+ 100 Tokens!! (Kei, Masao, Michael)
+ 7,500 EXP!! (Ylva)

Kei: 450 // 550 tokens
Masao: 10,000 // 20,000 EXP
Michael: 32,000 // 42,000 EXP
Ylva: 15,500 // 23,000 EXP

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