[@Blu] The problem with Kaz's plan and the outcome he no doubt was hoping for all himged on whether or not his opponent could react, counter, or negate any of the actions Kaz had taken. From the cardigans roll as a distraction all the way up to the clumsy footwork, Lorken could see it all for what they were. When the boy went into the slide beneath his legs, lorken grabbed the cardigan out of the air with a sigh and kicked with his right leg. A weak blow but again catching Kaz on the chin during his slide across the floor. Lorken promptly dropped the discarded article of clothing onto the boy. There was no need to say anything. Kaz has seen the same look on every face hr ever met. Dissapointment. Lorken stood calmly, waiting for the boy to try again. -------- [@Mercurial] "There is no need." Dahn could launch his projectile accurately and with a respectable amount of speed behind it, but the moves thus far were highly telegraphed. Not exactly as he expected, Dahn launched the harpoon and swung the chain, but the speed of his arm and the speed of the harpoon didnt match, as a result it was almost completely ineffective. Lorken raised his cane and swatted the projectile hard, robbing the attack of a great deal of force. What followed next might be taken as insanity. The cane dropped as it robbed the harpoon of its force and lorken crapped it instead. In one clesn motion he had stopped it, grabbed it, and thrown it back. ------------- [@Duoya] [i]Good. Use your head.[/i] Lorken didn't need to hear someones thoughts to know what was about to happen. Karada was smart, a talented young lad with the right amount of drive needed to claw his way from the brink of oblivion time and time again without quitting. Circumstances different Lorken believed the boy could have been a hero already. But that didn't mean anything if Karada could not overcome a quirkless combatant like Lorken up close. The bite was expected, how could it not have been? But the headbutt was a surprise. It was only a bit of luck that had Lorken looking down in contemplation. If he had subconsciously positioned himself in a superior sneering stance he would have taken the full force of the headbutt right in the nose instead of just his forehead. His hat falling off in the process. Disoriented but not beaten Lorken twisted where he stood, his hurt right hand took Karada by the throat as Lorkens right leg swept behind the boy. The elbow to the chest hurt but it served the purpose of breaking the quirk defense. With a grunt of pain he forced the boy back and down. Down hard into the concrete. His right hand already trying to get a firm grasp on the boys neck as he was forced to go to one knee in order to maintain the chokehold. [i]Do not give up! Fight boy, fight against thr injustice.[/i] his thoughts screamed out. ----------- [@Kuma] "A sword serves its own purpose. Find what works for you." With the weaponry gone, Yuri manipulated his bones to replicate a type of boxing glove of some sort. It was thick on the wrist and Lorken assumed thin on the fingers. The sharp spikes sticking out made the fight more annoying but not one he had not been prepared for. Holstering the pistol, Lorken took out the teo knives on his back. While not sharp enough to cut bone with ease, the d guard was strong enough to serve as brass knuckles. The blades were enoigh reach to negate the spikes entirely. Unlike the other matches, he took the fight to Yuri now. A running double thrust at the boys chest, the blow would stop short before Lorken flipped the blades upside down. Angled to the floor now he used them the same way a boxer would fight with gloves, tight punches and jabs crashing out like thunderbolts. Even with the bone protection his strikes were hard enough to numb the boys arm if he tried to focus on blocking. On a right hook, Lorken flipped the blade again and for a thrust instead of a jab. His pattern of attack alternatedat random between a brawlers technique into swordplay. ------- [@GodOfWar] Lorken met Gankonas ferocity with equal parts mastery. Where Gank fought with gierce power Lorken fought with the advantage of time and practice. Both strikes of Ganks fists met nothing but open palm, even throwing out a kick that stopped the attempted knee strike in its infancy. Rather than be used as a springboard, Lorken crouched and crossed his arms. Both feet connected solidly with his upper body to no effect. He wouldn't allow it to be seen on his face for even a second but Lorken was pleased. Gank had the stubborn tenacity of a cornered lion roaring in his heart. But the boy needed more practice. Martial arts taught you to steal energy from an opponents attacks and use it against them. Gankona energy and power to spare. Ganks leaping attack crossed the distance in an instant. Lorken stelled into the attack and grabbed the boys wrists right as they struck out and spun hard. Up and over went Gank as Lorken used the force of the boys strong leap to propel Gank hard into the wall across the room. ------ [@Project] Like the others, Lorken looked the girl up and down as if she was a sack of meat. The initial testing if the other students had been taxing but Lorken was still in high enough spirits that he believed one more bout with an uo and coming hero would not be what out him in the grave. If anything could it was probably be Mizumi. Tossing aside that thought process he took out the worn out leather bound notepad he keot on him at all times. Leafing through a few pages he quickly processed the specifics of Noris quirk along with whatever information he could gather elsewhere. "Hard working. High spirited.. a gravity based quirk?" The notebad closed without a sound before it was placed back in his coat pocket. Like some of the others this girl was not designed for combat no matter how you looked at her. "You are ill suited to my way of teaching. Your quirk has no practical combat use, nor does it provide any kind of defense against other more aggressive villains..." Lorken stroked his goatee in thought. The best way to test her would be in a physical bout but if the others provided a clear picture of expectation, she would survive in up close combat for a few minutes before succumbing to a takedown. None of those options appealed to him in terms of practical application of ability and physicsl exercises. But there was not much else to be done. "Why do you wish to be here, miss Kurosawa" -------- [@Prewiga] If Lorken had been impressed with the others, besided maybe Kaz, he was wide eyed at the sudden growth displayed by Mizumi. It was like an entirely different person. A smile crept onto his face despite trying not to show it. This person could be molded. Like the others, Lorken made no move to stop the approaching threat. He could have jumped to the side, tripped her, kicked out her knee, hell he could have punched her in the throat, but that would not prove what he needed to know. How strong was her transformation.. The resulting impact was more than he expected and more. Like a runaway trainshe struck hard enough to take Lorken right off his feet and throw him nearly a dozen feet across the room. Shaking his head free of cobwebs, Lorken was slow to get back to his feet. In terms of brute force she might be on par with Gankona.. "Miss," a spasm of coughing took his voice for a moment before he continued, Miss Atsumeru. Your transformation is astounding. Compared to your appearance earlier, how you are now," Leaving out the obvious clothing malfunction, "Is what some would call an ideal transformation. The you here and now remind me of an old folk legend about amazonian women. Tall and powerful warrior women." Lorken wiped off a bit of blood from his lip but kept his intrigued smile. "Let us continue. We will see if you are indeed capable of such a feat." Lorken was on the defensive. Another hit like that and he was done for.