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 Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 6:31 pm
she quickly dodged it, just barely avoiding getting scorched that was close... she thought. she quickly charged and flipped over him, ready to attack him from behind with her keyblade
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 6:37 pm
Taiyson was happy to see the girl able to keep up and dodge his attacks. It had been nearly 3 minutes and she hadn't got hit by a single attack, so when she flipped over him, he let his tail dissipate and stood there, waiting to see how she'd attack. Time remaining: 02:11
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 7:11 pm
mizushima quickly swung his keyblade at the back of his head so that if it was a real life battle, if they really were fighting to kill instead of just a spar, it'd kill taiyson. "YAAAAH!" she shouted as she swung
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 7:23 pm
Taiyson grinned widely as he saw her going for a killing blow. "Going for a fatality shot! Excellent!" He quickly turned around and grabbed the keyblade with his hands. "But I'm a veteran fighter, and my reaction time is quick. You'll have to out smart me in order for a rookie like you to hit me. Either that or I may let you hit me out of the goodness of my heart. But I don't see either of those happening this match." He was trying to see if she'd get even the slightest bit angry at his remarks, to gauge how careful one would have to be before she blows a gasket.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 7:33 pm
  Tsuki Otanashi It felt like hell... To know that you had your powers, and your dreams taken away like that. It just felt like your soul was cut out by some guy for fun. After that, he woke up. GAAHH!!! What happened!! Tsuki's eyes shot open the second he had his conscious back. He looked around and saw that he was still in the same class room as before. Owww... What happened? Tsuki asked. one minute he was out there fighting doing a finishing move, then the next, he's here feeling like something killed him and brought him back to life. 
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 7:53 pm
mizushima panted a bit, starting to get tired. her hand clenched her keyblade tightly. she remembered how everyone back in twilight town always called her weak, and taiyson right now was just toying with her more or less. she looked down, and frowned as she she felt her anger course through her. she charged, shouting "STOP TOYING WITH ME!" and she charged, swinging hard with blow after blow, one after the other. "I AM NOT ABOUT TO LOSE! I WILL WIN!"
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kalenakeeper Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:01 pm
Jaster had a smirk, he leaned against the wall watching Mizu and Taiyson fight.
"mabye I should let him rest before he and I fight." he smirked and looked to Sophia.
Sophia was on the edge of her seat, she saw Mizu and Taiyson fighting and was actually afraid for Mizu, even though it was a training session.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:03 pm
Taiyson grinned as Miharu lost her temper and started swinging wildly. "You're letting your anger control you, and you're using all your energy to attack wildly." He disciplined, still with that excited grin on his face as he blocked every blow with his hands. He could've dodged them and not show off, but her swings were so random and wide, they were just as easy to block as they were to dodge. Not to mention him doing that would probably anger her even more. "Anger isn't a bad thing, but its only a positive trait if you can learn to channel that anger, not let it control you." He was speaking from experience, considering he had lost his cool more than once and almost hurt the people he wanted to protect.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:07 pm
"HA! isnt that the truth!" miwata told him telepathically
mizushima had eventually let it out, but by then it was the last few seconds of the match. she stopped for a second, panting. i must've at least worn a down a little bit... she thought
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:49 pm
Taiyson scowled as he heard Miwata talking to him. Would it kill you to leave me alone while I'm teaching? He responded telepathically. As the timer hit 00:00 and the buzzer sounded, Taiyson patted Miharu on the shoulder. "Nice job, kid. Just gotta work on that anger. Basics for a week, then advanced." He pushed her to the side of the arena, and the clock reset back to 05:00. "Who wants to go next?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:12 pm
Isaac considered snarkily commenting on the boy's thorough whooping in front of the whole class, but thought better of it as the teacher asked for more volunteers. "Yeah, I'll go." He said, stepping forward and raising a hand, taking his hood off. His face was revealed to be heavily scarred, just like his hands and wrists, and, well, the rest of him. He smirked slightly as he continued walking forward, and watched the teacher guy. Hopefully he'd do a bit better than just surviving for five minutes... Hopefully he'd at least get a few hits in. He'd try his damndest, that was to be sure.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:33 pm
Taiyson grinned as the next student came up to the arena. This one seemed to have either been subjected to torture or seen his fair share of battles. He couldn't really rule either one out, though, and he wasn't about to ask, so he just asked the question he asked at the beginning of the last two fights "What is your name, and why are you here?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 10:02 pm
"My name is Isaac. Isaac Weir... And I'm here to be the very best." He said simply, stepping onto the arena. He held out his arms to either side of him and opened his palms, allowing his keyblades to appear in a flash of light; the Grav-Wrenches, which were twin keyblades that actually were more like swords on the end of pistol handles. He held the two blades in either hand, his grip around the triggers of each as well; he was well-accustomed to the blades, that much was obvious. He spun the left one with a flick of his wrist, listening to the chains on the end of the handle clank as it rattled against itself, and he looked towards the teacher. "Whenever you're ready," he said again, getting into his stance; left foot in front of the right slightly, feet a little wider than shoulder-width. Knees slightly bent, center of gravity low... Left blade tilting slightly to the right a few inches in front of the right blade, which was tilted left, forming a loose, unconnected 'X' of metal from Taiyson's point of view. He was ready... Or so he hoped. But he showed nothing but absolute confidence; he had to. The slightest show of anxiety or insecurity would be a sign of weakness that this man could exploit and defeat him with. Meanwhile, he was rapidly searching for this man's own weaknesses... He'd try and find them as quickly as possible, to see if he could wear him down and land a hit or two before five minutes was up.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 10:26 pm
"Glad you're in my class, Isaac." Taiyson said. If someone was here to be the best of the best, then that would most likely spur the other students on, and if they got better than Isaac, then Isaac would be spurred to train harder. Circular effects like those tended to make everyone do better. He heard Isaac say 'when you're ready' and grinned. "Oh, you're saying I should take the initiative this time? Very well." The clock ticked down one second. "Begin!" He lit his hands on fire and shot two fireballs straight at Isaac. Time remaining: 04:57
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 10:48 pm
Isaac raised an eyebrow at the fireballs. That was probably just a test of his skills. A pathetic test, really, but he couldn't exactly expect to max out just yet. After all, this was the first day. So instead of doing what he'd normally do, Isaac took the time to dodge the one fireball, swatting the other away with the flat of his blade. He twirled the right blade by spinning his wrist as he paused for only a split second, before charging right at the man. As he got to a distance of two feet, just out of range of his sword, Isaac jumped into the air- far higher than any ordinary boy his age should have been able to. In fact, high enough to backflip directly over the man; at the pinnacle of the flip, when his head was lined up directly over the man, he jabbed with either blade at the front and backside of the man. As his flip continued, he prepared for his next move; his knees were slightly bent in preparation for landing, but he could do nothing with the blades yet as they were aimed at the man's torso.
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