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Hiro stared at her, trying to keep his eyes open. He was still clutching his own throat, but the sword he had raised towards her was lowering slightly. His grip upon it was growing slack, but he forced himself to keep hold. He grunted softly, narrowed eyes still fixed upon her. He blinked as she suddenly apologized, thinking she'd realized what she was doing and was ready to stop.

But his eyes widened again as she giggled right after and her hand jerked to the side. Hiro felt his body move with it, being thrown suddenly to the side. Immediately his wings reacted, spreading to their full length behind him. They flapped hard once to slow his pace, then again to straighten his body. His grip tightened on his sword as his other hand rubbed cautiously at his throat.

He floated up towards the ceiling, hoping to give himself some more time to recover. He was breathing heavily, trying to regain the breath he'd temporarily been deprived of. All the while, his eyes stayed fixed upon her. He knew there wasn't much he could do if she tried that again, but his mind went off thinking of ways to counter it should the need arise.

His eyes were settled upon her wound even as his mind wandered about strategy. "We need to stop," he suddenly said, voice cold and level. "You need to let me look at that injury." His eyes darted from his sword, dripping blood, then back to her again.

Glancing about he knew he had to be in the wrong place. There were people training everywhere and he wasn't one for the fisticuffs. Sighing he looked around again wondering their was a map of some kind. Seeing none he realized he would have to ask another student, but they intimidated him so D:. Scratching his head he sat down and waited to see if he could ask someone who wasn't busy. As he watched the people in the hall one fight in particular caught his eye. It appeared to be a boy with wings and some kind of psychic girl fighting. The only thing that came to his mind at the moment was "Scary". Glad that no one was picking on him he leaned against the cold steel bench and began to drift off to sleep. >.>

Alyssa giggled again, watching Hiro fly off to the ceiling to regain himself and his breath. The daggers that had been lying on the floor scattered about rose and flew into each of Alyssa's hands; one of her hands covered in the black blood which she was loosing rapidly.

Alyssa's eyes glinted two different colors that were swirling about within her iris' mysteriously:deep purple, and a bright red. Two spirits were fighting to gain control over her mind, and Alyssa wasn't allowing whomever it was to take over her body. She growled in her throat as she began blocking out the demon spirit with a telepathic bubble that kept all thoughts and other objects away from her mind; it was taking some energy.

When Hiro spoke so coldly toward her, something within Alyssa cracked...her heart possibly...pfft..never. She staggered over to the wall and rested her bloody hand against it, and let the dagger cut into her flesh as if it did not matter. "I don't think so Hiro. You agreed to a fight, and I expect nothing more or less....I will not lose.." She whispered, her lips barely moving to make the words; therefore her words seemed slurred and hard to understand.

"I will not lose!" Alyssa repeated once again with a loud, booming voice. She closed her eyes and formed a telekinetic bubble infront of her; it looked like a sheild. Alyssa mumbled harsh words to herself as she stayed focused upon her task to create this blockage of telekinetic energy. Alyssa no longer cared what Hiro did right now; she was too distracted by the enormous amount of energy.

Alyssa suddenly jerked her head up in Hiro's direction in utter insanity. Her hair was matted and unkept looking while her grin just made Alyssa's appearence that of a crazed cerial killer. She waited for a few moments for Hiro to get into attacking distance; her eyes darting from her sheild to Hiro in a crazed fashion, but when Hiro got close enough Alyssa could have cared less what had happened.

Alyssa chuckled and let her hands drop to her sides. The bubble, which appeared to be protecting her was actually a mass amount of energy that Alyssa was building up from her own self being. The entire bubble-like substance flew toward Hiro at an extremely fast pace. Hiro's sword had no way of touching Alyssa at this point in time; he was reacting to slow.

However, when the blast left Alyssa, she dropped to the ground in agony. Since she had been using so much of her own self to contribute to the strength of the attack, Alyssa could barely return to standing up. Bleeding cuts littered her entire body, and her clothes were ripped nearly to shreads; not to mention the fact that her side was bleeding more profusely now more than ever. She was praying tht this attack would finish off Hiro so she could be the victor as usual.

Alyssa took a long, deep breath as she watched Hiro hit the wall; she thought it was all over. Layers of her hair fell over the delicate face that was now considered a mess. She didn't even look like Alyssa anymore...there was such an eerie mist about her that not even she could explain.

The smile of victory that was plastered on her face suddenly disappeared when she saw the faint, purple light healing all of Hiro's wounds; he didn't even seem hurt. Her jaw dropped in anger, and disbelief; he never spoke of his healing abilities...maybe Alyssa just didn't listen. "Y-You..." Alyssa spoke faintly, trying desperately to reach her feet. To her, this fight was not over just yet.

However, her legs would not do as Alyssa wanted them to. As she was just about to stand fully, her knees cracked loudly. She crumpled onto the floor, screaming in pain, her bloody hands wrapping around her obviously broken kneecaps. Blood trickled out the corner of her mouth and dripped slowly onto the floor as if counting down the minutes until Alyssa would die. Alyssa's body was no longer willing to fight in this battle, and if she didn't stop her body would also give up supporting her life.

Alyssa rocked back and forth like a small child on her lower body, keeping her legs off the cement floor. Blood encircled her body; her own blood. She shivered as the color, or what color she had, drained from her face and every part of her body.

Hiro winced as he raised his head, trying to better see her. His eyes widened as he watched her trying to stand. "D-don't, you'll-" he began, but stopped suddenly as he heard the loud cracks. He gritted his teeth as he dragged himself to his knees, both hands glowing now. He slowly half crawled, half dragged himself towards her, pausing several feet away. He didn't know if he could approach yet, as she hadn't been acting like herself at all.

He frowned, his sword back against the far wall where it'd landed when he dropped it. Currently, all he had were his claws and his hands which were still both glowing softly. His cold expression softened somewhat as he wasw her rocking back and forth and he slid a couple feet closer, still breathing heavily. "H-hey, will you please let me heal you...?" he asked slowly, wincing as he spoke. He moved even closer, now only a foot or two between them.

The light from his hands drifted slowly towards her, settling gently on her wounds as it already began going to work healing her. Hiro remained on his knees, hands both planted on the ground to hold himself up. His mouth hung open as he gasped for air, though each breath brought a sharp pain to his chest.

Hiro watched her, still on his hands and knees. He completely ignored the hiss she gave, and only winced as she coughed afterwards. How had things gotten so out of hand? He gritted his teeth once more as she lunged, then side quietly. "You are not fine," he said softly, forcing himslf not to stammer. He still found each breath was painful though, but she seemed in worse shape than himself.

He moved a bit closer after her last attempt to swat him away, the healing becoming more effective at the nearer range. As she told him to heal himself, he simply shook his head and offered a rather pained smile. "No," he said shortly and only increased the rate he was healing her. His hands glowed a bit brighter, then light moving more swiftly towards her injuries and settling swiftly in as the skin began to slowly heal itself. He focused primarily upon the sword wound he'd given her himself, feeling immensely guilty about it. How did things get so out of hand? he asked himself again.

He blinked at her apology and shook his head. "D-don't worry about it..." he mumbled, leaning further towards her and then lowering himself to the ground. He lay on his back beside her, staring up at the ceiling. One of his hands reach out, clasping hers, and speeding up the healing process even further.

Hiro turned his head so he could see her, too tired to even raise his brow in surprise that she'd read his mind like he normally did. He listened as she breathed in again, and then took his own jagged breath of air. He listened to her demand and saw her look down at him. He smiled weakly and then slowly moved the hand that was not clasping hers to his own stomach. The glow began moving towards himself now, sinking into the skin to do away with the bruises and then moving on to the ribs after a moment more.

His eyes closed as he winced, inhaling sharply and then quieting. The glow surrounding his hands diminished somewhat but kept moving slightly, flickering every now and then. Hiro himself had just lost consciousness as he lay on his back on the floor, still holding Alyssa's hand gently, until his suddenly went limp, fingers uncurling from hers. He'd only used his healing powers once before and not anywhere as much as this. He'd been becoming steadily more dizzy, but it'd finally become overwhelming and he'd passed out from the strain. Somehow though, he kept healing himself, but at a very slow pace until it finally stopped altogether, the purple light fading from around his hands.