[@Blu] Lorken took no pleasure in these fights of his, they offered him nothing beyond understanding of what a wanna-be hero could do and how far they were willing to go to achieve those lofty goals. Every strike that was pulled meant he pitied their beliefs and aspirations, believed they were not strong enough to withstand the reality of just how hard they would need to work to reach the heights required to achieve the title of Hero. So he fought. His own flesh and blood against every student who walked in this door, no matter what quirk they had, what background they came from, or what personal fears they suffered from. Lorken would bring them beyond the breaking point every single time with his own hands and see which ones chose to rise against oblivion. That was a quality every hero needed to fight against the atrocities he had done when the underworld knew his name. Another balled fist put Kaz down to the ground in a heap. Lost in his own thoughts it had been a simple slip of awareness. [color=ed1c24]"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. [b][color=crimson][i]WHEN DID HE-[/i][/color][/b] Lorkens hand reflexively went for the holster but met only air. Not that he doubted the gun pointed at him could be any but his own. Even if it were somehow, some way, a replica of his own pistol it would not have been so clean.. Both hands went up and crossed over his face to block what was coming. Six shots to be precise. The hammer struck and the bullets flew straight but poorly aimed, though at this range that meant nothing. Three struck him hard in the stomach, one missing its target by mere inches, the last two hit his hand and forehead with enough force to knock him back and onto his back. A painful exchange from a strong handgun. It took many moments for the principal to bring himself out of the daze, a gunshot to the head even with rubber bullets could be fatal if it had hit a temple but luck was with him this time as it struck near the horns where the bone was a bit thicker. One of the few benefits of his mutation quirk. When at last Lorken had reclaimed his feet and shook off the haze from his mind, he charged. This would be the end he had decided. Lorken let fly a strong right hook that missed its target, lunging out to connect with his elbow directly into the boys forehead to stagger and disorient. Left fist struck the stomach, the right retracted and did the same. A left hook took Kaz in the face and dropped him for good to the floor. Out of breathe and still a tad bit dizzy, Lorken took a seat on the floor. To be beaten and still fight on would determine a passing grade. ------------ [@Duoya] Lorkens initial response to the trade was stubborn acceptance. This was a fight where your life should be put on the line so taking a wound in exchange for a stronger advantage was a necessary evil. It served a double purpose of showing what determination looked like. Of course it hurt like all the hells imaginable as he felt teeth rub the bone of his hand but that was not enough to make him buckle. Karada needed to struggle, Lorken needed to see him flounder and still fight on. No number of tools at his disposal would prove anything other than the horned teacher needed to rely on gimmicks to achieve his point and that left a bad taste in his mouth. Karada tensed up for a brief moment and he knew this was it. Sink or swim time. The elbow came back aimed at his chest and this time he fell for it, thinking the young man was just trying to repeat a previous gimmick now that he was out of options. The foot connected solidly with his groin and stars flew in front of his eyes as he bit down hard on his own arm to stifle a scream of pain and fury. Couple with the pain already in his hand it was enough to free his iron grip just long enough for Karada to go on the offense. Fist struck throat hard as Lorken failed to bring his focus on the here and now quick enough to realize his opponent had forced his way off the ground and flipped the scenario. Now it was Lorken who gasped for air as his ability to breathe became an issue. Despite the many irritating and distracting wounds his mind continued to analyze the fight and everything that was done. Karada was level headed, already in prime physical condition, and was more than willing to fight dirty to secure his right to walk forward. A passing grade to be sure. choking back a cough he lashed out. The boy was still in movement so his quirk would be down, that meant a brief window of opportunity. His right hand, bleeding from where the teeth had sunk deep into the flesh, struck at Karadas thigh. The sharp claws on his hand digging in the same way the young mans teeth had moments ago. Lorkens left hand grasped the back of the boys long hair and pushed with every ounce of power he could muster to slam their foreheads together before pulling back and slamming them together one more time for good measure. the two fell to the floor opposite each other as the horned man gasped for air, massaging his neck. [color=crimson]"Karada Fudosan, pass."[/color] He wheezed out, a fierce grin across his face. This one had the passion and fury of a cornered lion. No doubts remained that it was simply misfortune that had brought him here. ------------ [@Mercurial] [color=ed1c24][i]No sense trying to learn any more than I already do at this point in time. Best to put him on defensive..[/i][/color] A solid plan but not one Dahn apparently agreed with as the boy wrapped his chain about the right hand to be used like a whip Lorken assumed and went right into it a moment later, a strong swipe that could not be dodged in a way that would secure him any kind of advantage or position. That only left the option of backing off. The harpoon was sharp and light but with the opponent expecting it they could usually anticipate where it was going to be. With two potential threats from Dahns quirk harpoons there was little time to anticipate both. That left even less options. [color=ed1c24][i]Clever. With one hand creating distance with the whip my options are to stay ineffective at my own range, or risk getting past the whip and up close where the second harpoon can be fired when I have less time to react.[/i][/color] Lorkens hand twitched as he went to pull out his handgun but quickly denied the idea. There would be time later to test Dahns ability to deal with long range threats so that left him with using a different tactic. The cane was out, so was the gun, so that only left the knives and his final trick. Though truth be told he would rather not. Still staring with a blank and almost bored expression he reached back and retrieved the [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fa/d9/78/fad978e67648aa088a4495682007b1b7.jpg]knives[/url] strapped on his back. The guards might not be of much use against a traditional projectile but against harpoons it at least gave him the option of deflecting. The whip came in again and he was ready. The blade of the harpoon swept by and Lorken took the chance as it passed, jumping into close quarters with Dahn. Both blades were held firmly in each hand as he went into a fairly straight forward routine of attacks. Multiple slashes aimed at the boys wrists and strong stabs aimed at the shoulder. The aim wasn't really to inflict damage but force the boy into a more imposing offense somehow. -------------- [@GodOfWar] Another full out attack. Fury was admirable, determination was essential, but a lack of creativity when faced against a superior foe was a waste of his time. Head down like a torpedo with the same all out reckless charge as before.. or was it? You didn't survive long on the streets if you couldn't adapt. Gank had to know Lorken would just throw him away again.. [color=ed1c24][i]So it's a grapple match? [/i][/color] The ghost of a smile crept up on his face. Lorken wanted to see how far Gank was willing to push himself in a physical confrontation. Would he be able to win out against someone who was more experienced at stealing someone elses strength in a close quarters match or would he surpass his own inexperience and carve out a win. Lorken caught the ram head on as they collided. Clawed hands firmly on the boys shoulders had robbed forward momentum and put them into a simple stand-off of power versus power. For now Lorken intended to simply let Gank take the lead until he tried to pull Lorken away or stubbornly force him into a wall. --------------- [@Prewiga] Another charge was to be expected of someone unfamiliar, or overly familiar, with their physical strength compared to their opponent. Gankona had displayed similar qualities but had the prowess to sustain combat in many different ways for extended periods of time. Despite the powerful body, Lorken doubted she could do the same thing if she did not use her quirk often. [color=ed1c24][i]Strong body, but perhaps poor cardio. Hopefully my body can keep up just a little while longer too.[/i][/color] Karada, Dahn, Gankona, even Kazuto in his own way, had inflicted more than a little damage to Lorkens otherwise sturdy frame. Bloodied bandages wrapped his right hand, some more had been hastily wrapped over the wound to his shoulder.. But this was his own punishment for a life spent hurting others. Every injury he sustained was justice for one he had inflicted. Every student that rose above the gutters was one saved from serving another like Lorken from back in the day. Lorken went in with his arms extended the same way Mizumi was and went willingly into the grapple. At first.. When the girls arms swung shut to get hold of her opponent he crouched. Unfamiliar with her huge form and overbalanced from a running grapple she was likely not very sturdy on her feet so that was where he was aiming. With a grunt of exertion he powered forward from his crouched position and right into Mizumis knees. The result would be a painful collision with the floor if she didn't correct her forward momentum. That wasn't the end of it though, not by a longshot. With Mizumi unsteady and falling he turned on his heel and leaped back at her. His clawed hand aiming for her throat. ---------- [@Kuma] The two traded blows on relatively even terms, Lorken keeping the pressure up without relenting as his style of attack shifted between punches to stabs with the knife. To Yuris credit he was keeping up with the speed of the strikes while offering solid resistance, even managing to throw his own counter in when the opportunity presented itself. Lorken used that same strategy to greater effect when the opportunity presented itself. Yuris uppercut met air as the horned man too his moment. Abandoning his right hand knife, he grabbed Yuris arm as it soared up to hopefully hit its target. Lorken grabbed Yrui by the wrist and pulled the target off course with enough strength to stumble the boy before the attack hit home. Strong bones but perhaps joints were still sensitive. The metal guard of Lorkens left-handed knife struck the elbow from below with everything he could put into the blow. A strike meant to break the boys arm at the elbow.