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[color=#A31221][i]"'... within a matter of minutes?' Ending it with a threat. Yeah, that's good. No... I'm sure he knows enough about the human anatomy that he'll see right through my bluff. Ehh, a stab wound to the leg will be good enou-"[/i][/color] Of course, all of this planning doesn't mean squat when it culminates into getting kicked in the damn face by a behemoth of a man. The plan failed. But of course it did. Could anyone really expect the last-second plan to have a positive outcome? Even Kaz, pumped up on adrenaline and false hope as he was, had his doubts about the plan succeeding. It was one that required a mixture of pure miraculous luck and the athletic ability above that of being able to open a difficult jar of peanut butter, none of which Kaz seems to possess. After promptly handing Kaz his ass for the second time this match, Lorken adds insult to injury by tossing Kaz's cardigan on top of him.

After pulling the tattered article of clothing off of himself, Kaz looks up at Lorken and notices a set of familiar eyes. Yeah... that look. He knows that look all too well. A normal person would have some kind of adverse reaction to such a look, even a small one, but Kaz responds with a completely neutral expression. [color=#A31221]"Yeah, yeah, what else is new?"[/color] Kaz gets back up onto his feet. [color=#A31221]"If only my Quirk was that I get stronger every time someone's disappointed with me, then I'd be unbeatable."[/color] He holds out his fist towards Lorken; his knuckles are noticeably bruised. [color=#A31221]"Heh... That punch that was supposed to hurt you, hurt me instead. I don't think I can do anything to you."[/color] There is a calm acceptance in Kaz's expression; one that recognizes the cold, stark reality of the situation. It'd be pointless to continue this fruitless struggle any further.

[color=#A31221][i]"He truly is my perfect counter... More physically able than I am in every way imaginable, his combat experience far exceeds my own, and let's not forget that my Quirk is absolutely useless against him. There is no way to beat him. But... this is what I expected from the very beginning. I'm getting tired, so I guess I'll call it quits."[/i][/color] Kaz goes to raise his hand and to tell Lorken that he forfeits—not only the match but the entire program. But as he does so, he notices his hand trembling. [color=#A31221][i]"..."[/i][/color] Is this fear...? Is this excitement? Joy? Rush? Kaz's knows the outcome of this fight and yet... [color=#A31221][i]"This is bad,"[/i][/color] Kaz begins sweating profusely and his upper lip starts twitching, [color=#A31221][i]"I'm starting to give a shit."[/i][/color] He balls his trembling hand into a tight fist once more. [color=#A31221]"If at first you don't succeed, fail, fail again until the other side loses interest. Hey, Tall, Dark, and Hideous, let's go."[/color]

Kaz charges forward. [color=#A31221][i]"I know I can't hurt you..."[/i][/color] Kaz throws a straight left at Lorken's abdomen. Another weak punch. He is beaten down once more. Kaz wipes the blood from his mouth and gets back up. This time: a right hook is followed by a horizontal knife slash with his left. The knife is easily knocked out of Kaz's hand as Kaz, himself, is beaten down again with little effort. [color=#A31221][i]"You don't even need to evade my pathetic attacks."[/i][/color] What follows is a repeating succession of Kaz attempting to hurt Lorken with his punches with Lorken being able to simply shrug them off and punish Kaz's sloppy techniques. [color=#A31221][i]"And that is..."[/i][/color] The last attempt ends with Kaz being punched into a kneeling position with his body slumped forward.

[color=#A31221]"Heh, you know... I often ask myself what would All Might do in a hopeless situation like this? Then again, I'm sure he doesn't have 'hopeless' situations. He's not a loser like me."[/color] Kaz slowly rises up onto his feet. As he gets up, an object can be seen in his grip. The object in question should be a very familiar sight to Lorken. [color=#A31221]"I know I can't hurt. You don't even need to evade my pathetic attacks. And that is exactly what I was counting on."[/color] Kaz aims Lorken's gun at it's own master. [color=#A31221][i]"I'd hate to play the part of his punching bag but it was the only way I could get to 'this' without arousing his suspicion. He knows he can just stand still whenever I threw a punch at him so I decided to use that to my advantage. Even if he noticed at the last second, once I got my hands on it, I was resolved to not let go barring him ripping my arm off."[/i][/color] Without any hesitation, Kaz pulls the trigger. [i]Bang[/i]! A volley of bullets is let loose towards Lorken. Truthfully, Kaz doesn't even know if those are actual metal rounds or a non-lethal substitute. [color=#A31221][i]"Ehh, whatever."[/i][/color]

[@Zelosse]