[center][h2]Gymnasium[/h2][color=Firebrick]Charles "Kaiser" Faust[/color][/center]

The woman's fighting style was experienced, unorderly and unpredictable; but experienced. In all due honesty, Charles didn't want to use the word 'fighting style', but rather 'instict and reaction'. He found intrigue and were it not for this very fact then he would probably lash out and unravel his aggression upon this woman for even daring to topple him over.

She looked about ready to lash out herself, they both seemed to be rather aggressive, except that Charles seemed to be able to hide and control it rather effectively in comparison. However, the moment she spoke Charles could find himself conflicted with her ideals almost instantly. "[color=firebrick]Martial Arts is a base, a principle of which should be expanded. Think of it as the foundation of your very own principles and ideas.[/color]" He rather quickly spoke his own opinion on the matter, but allowed her to continue on, doing whatever she found satisfactory.

She, however, behaved like a beast. She scanned him from head to toe, much like a beast. But if she was an animal then he'd remain a man. Savage against finess and lethality, Charles was quite fond of what he'd been able to create by his own hands; a martial arts focused on momentum and agility, filled with all kinds of movements, stances, and techniques.

When she started uttering her tolerance for the pain she had got herself in then Charles simply chuckled as she pulled her all into the punch which ended up hurting her, it was quite visible on her face- but most noticably in her muscles. "[color=firebrick]Simply one of the founding principles of battle is to strike fast and deadly, on that you are correct. But receiving damage when you should have dodged is simply foolish and arrogant. Winning a dog-fight is something you shouldn't rely on, especially not in the crowd I'd suspect your around.[/color]"

Charles walked briefly away, but only to return with a punching bag of his own. He was probably inclined to enlighten her with a part of his personal wisdom. "[color=firebrick]The ferociousness in your eyes is a very good start, and you punch hard and deadly- but in a real battle, something beyond the amateurish world of the ring, or the cheepish gangs of the streets they'll never make you survive.[/color]" Charles spoke as he hung the bag, due to him speaking it took a little longer than it should, but no harm was done. 

Charles' personal sports bag was at the very corner of the hall, but still not all too far. Within it were many things of which no ordinary school kid should have any access or right to hold in their bag. Charles, however, was a special case indeed. "[color=firebrick]Finess, refined skills, and lethality will bring you far, however. You are on the master of one, arguably two, but without all three then you will inevitably face a wall.[/color]" Charles took up a rapid stance and quickly threw a single punch- it was formless, it looked more like a push than anything else, but the bag shook wildly under the unknown force which had just revealed itself.

The bag shook in such a fashion that you might possibly interprent a faint tigers' roar should one truly focus. This was the basic attack of Charles' personal martial art, [i]The Lord's Right[/i]; the [i]basic tiger's paw[/i].

"[color=firebrick]I've trained far too long to be considered foolish, or unknowledgable. I've gained much through this simple punch, never once have I fought a battle through any other skill. I was hoping that this school, rather, this region would be different. 'till now it has proved false.[/color]"

Charles briefly raised his hands, as a sign of peace- he didn't desire combat, not around here. But even due, he was now quite alert to this female, he was very much prepared if she'd be out of order or overly aggressive. She certainly didn't seem to like his presence, that much was for certain.