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The smell of blood flooded Karada's nose as he bit into Lorken's hand, the metallic taste of the crimson liquid filling his mouth. He had bit deep, even feeling bone slightly, and the pain in the back of his head told him that he had made contact with Lorken's forehead. The elbow managed to embed itself slightly in the chest wound, but the hand that was firmly in between his teeth pulled outwards, nearly taking a tooth with it, and leaving a large cut across it. In the split second it took to remove the hand, Karada took a large gasp of air, savoring the sweet taste of oxygen before the same hand violently clutched his throat. Karada heard a grunt emanate from behind him as he was pushed onto the ground, slamming his chin against the hard concrete. Stars flew in his view and, had it not been for his training, he would have had the breath knocked out of him. 

The hand never left his throat as he was on the ground, however, and Karada quickly deduced that Lorken had to be kneeling in order to chock him. Kneeling. Karada would have chuckled if he could force air out of his blocked windpipe, but merely settled for a sneer. After years of kneeling to his family, kneeling to his father, kneeling to anyone who was higher rank than him, Karada finally had someone kneeling for him. This jolt of excitement jump started his dazed brain, and he quickly formulated a plan. Lorken could obviously take a heavy beating with little reaction, and Karada could feel his claws digging into his throat. One wrong move and he would have his throat slit. Karada quickly went over his options.

Karada was physically fit, but Lorken was years ahead of him in that regard, so physically breaking his grapple was impossible. He was kneeling down, so if he suddenly rose to try and knock Lorken off his balance, it wouldn't accomplish much. Another headbutt? No, he was too far away, and would be expecting it. Karada soon began to silently panic. Karada blinked his eyes, and he was 12.

Karada had just come home from school, after being sent home early for starting a fight. It wasn't Karada's fault, or at least he didn't think it was. Nakai-kun lived in a poor household, and since he had a strength enhancing quirk, probably thought that it would be pretty easy to take the rich kid's lunch money. After accidentally breaking his arm against Karada's stomach, Nakai was rushed to the hospital, and Karada was sent home with a suspension. His father was, to say the least, not pleased. No dinner was had that night and, after several fists to the stomach and back, Karada was sent to bed. In the middle of the night, he felt a presence near him and a tight pressure around his neck, in a position much like the one he was currently in with Lorken. Karada panicked and, after flailing for several seconds, felt a soft sensation against his foot as the assailant yelped in pain. Calling for his parents, Karada was quickly rescued from the intruder, who was later identified as Nakai's older brother who had decided to get revenge for his injured sibling. He was arrested for breaking-and-entering, assault, and (thanks to his father's lawyers) attempted murder. He was arrested, and Nakai's family quickly left the country in order to escape the Fudosan family legal team. 

It had already been 30 seconds, and he had nothing. Suddenly, however, a sneer appeared on his face as his only option presented itself.

Karada immediately threw his elbow back, aiming for Lorken's chest. However, as he did this, he also subtly pulled back his leg, before pushing with every fiber in his body and aiming his foot into Lorken's crotch. Karada didn't care if this guy was able to take a wound to the chest, a kick to the balls was sure to distract him. After the kick, Karada planned to push off the ground into a standing position and pull Lorken's hand off, before throwing a right hook into his throat, and seeing how he would like the feeling of not being able to breath.

[@Zelosse]