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            Gankona stared at Lorken's rough features as he monologged about the goat-boy's martial potential. Gank slightly winced as the boss trailed his razor nails against his skin, drawing blood. Truly, the gesture was just more of an attack on the boy's pride. Gankona thought about choking out the words from the boss, but given the circumstances, his two hands would not be at par with the other man's one. As Lorken kicked the boy away, knocking the wind out of him, Gankona slowly stood back up in front of his opponent's massive frame once again.

            Lorken's attacks were lightning fast, Gankona only being able to block the consequitive line of left jabs. The boss's strong, right hook landed square in Gankona's face, splitting his lip and sending him staggering back. [color=f9ad81][i]"Come on, you're tougher than that."[/i][/color], Gank thought to himself. The goat-boy recovered rather quickly, spitting out the blood that now filled his mouth onto the floor below him. He faced Lorken with a smile, stating;

[center][color=f9ad81][i]"You and me come from similar backgrounds, Lorken. I bet you were a little brash yourself when you first started your 'career'."[/i][/color][/center]

             If the boss wanted some show of what Gankona can do, he would show him. There was no cane to take anymore; any glory now was in combat. Gankona threw a left and right hook as he lunged at Lorken, with an additional knee to the stomach for good measure. It was three attacks at once; hopefully Lorken could only block two. If all else failed, Gankona kicked himself away from his opponent in order to deny him a counterattack, launching himself straight off of the man's gut with both of his legs.
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              Many of the other students saw this battle as a proving moment; prove yourselves or be cast out of your last resort, your last sanctuary. But honestly, Gankona could care less. There was shelter and education here, yes, but somewhere else was Gank's old, effective life of robbing. And, truly, the goat-boy preferred the latter reality compared to the first. He knew such a life best. But there was still a reason to stay; he wanted more. He wanted the pride of succeeding in such a dirt-cheap and potentially brutal school. He wanted his abilities to double. He wanted to feel stronger and superior to others, for once. No more petty crimes; he wanted success in the larger scale. Why stay at the bottom of the food chain when you have an opportunity to claw your way up?

            It was this ambition in power that steered and invoked Gankona; it was his drive. It was an almost sudden drive, yes, but it was incredible at overtaking the boy's senses. a spontaneous ambition, but not a fleeting one. It was almost like an instinct; seek out and become more, take what you want. [i]Steal the pride.[/i]
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            Thus, the goat-boy dived into another attack, jumping towards his opponent with dangerous intent. He threw two punches with both his hands at Lorken's bulky head. Yet, whatever blocked his attack, would be grabbed swiftly. With great force, Gankona would bring his horns to meet Lorken's head,  slamming a strong headbutt into the man before continuing his trajectory and throwing his body weight into his opponent. If the giant fell, Gankona would have ample time to land on his feet and curb-stomp the devil.

[center]Brash men, of course, use brash tactics.[/center]