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	The two giants collide in a final, deciding grapple, Lorken grasping Gankona's angled shoulders as the true ram skirt to a halt in front of the boss. Quickly, Gank tucked in and planted his long legs into the ground in front of his opponent, standing up from a squatting position to meet the chiseled and coarse face of Lorken. Gankona did not allow himself much time to think, but instead, much more time to [i]act[/i]. For, indeed, thinking got him nowhere in this struggle; his wits would never compare to that of the cunning Lorken, so he had to work in the field of his own expertise. The moment.

	Gankona's arms slithered around Lorken's, going under than over the boss's appendages before grounding themselves in Lorken's own shoulders. The true ram strained and tightened his grip and muscles, capturing his opponent's arms in the crook of his arms. Gank then positioned one his legs behind Lorken's, allowing the fellow goat-man no personal space nor room for movement; the act was akin to a wrestling move, where one would put there own leg behind their opponent's in order to trip them. Here, face to face, and with his lengthy mobility hindered, Gankona hoped to strike fierce blows at Lorken. Bringing his head back in a wide, tilted swing, Gankona threw his skull in to an angled head-butt. Truthfully, the move was much more like a head-slap in it's preparation and execution; the blunt of the blow imposing to strike the left of Lorken's face, mostly aiming for the eye and temple.

	[b][i]Smack[/i][/b]. Gankona's attack smashed into the face of his opponent with a loud sound and equal impact. The boy's head reeled back from the blow, yet, Gank was stalwart to keep his grip on Lorken; If he let go, the boss had absolute control of this brawl. Adrenaline entered and started replacing the thick pump of Gankona's blood. His body tensed with battle-ready anticipation for the fruition and effort of the true ram's dangerous endeavors. It was as if Gank was back in the bad part of town, preparing to rob a store once again. The reeling of the goat-boy's head morphed into another swing, this time posed to crash into the right side of Lorken's face. His hands clenched tighter around the boss's broad shoulders as he head made contact, a terrific blow that sent a shock of pain through Gankona's adrenalized body. Hopefully, Lorken experienced the same discomfort.

	Gankona soon felt the already strong grip of Lorken strengthen on his shoulders, the beast's fingers digging into his flesh as they brought out the energized blood from within the true ram's fleshy collar. Gankona tensed once more, his body propelling the last swing of his head with a rush of blind ferocity. His efforts became designed to defend the goat-boy from Lorken's attacks with yet more offense. The last headbutt clashed, horns clamored against horns as the two combatants took their side of the blow with nearly equal fortitude. Yet, the true ram felt something shift. The iron-grip of Lorken's clawed hands softened for a second, the shock of Gankona's headbutt having loosened them a tad. Gankona had only a moment; he would have to use it.

	With a primal speed and strength that was only suspended by the boy's overclocked adrenaline and determination, Gankona wrought Lorken's nails out of his shoulders and shoved them to the boss's sides. Quickly, Gank stood back from his bulky opponent for only a second before slamming his left shoulder into Lorken's gut, the true ram's long arms wrapping around his opponent's pinned arms and planted legs. Here was the moment of truth, make-or-break time; was this half-baked plan really going to work? Perhaps, with the force of an aspiring and excited Gankona behind it.
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	All of the goat-boy's muscles strained in unison, burning in a mass of muscular power as they all worked to succeed in executing Gankona's attack. The hulking form of Lorken was brought slowly up off of the ground as the boss was hauled onto Gank's shoulder. The true ram's arms bulked and gripped with a great force as Gank endeavored to keep the whole of Lorken's body in an off-the-ground grapple, his pulsing arms wrapping around his opponent's pinned arms and straggling legs. Gankona lifted almost entirely with his legs, his calves and thighs tensing in triumphant prowess as they hauled Gankona up into a standing position with Lorken contained on his shoulder. Years of flying through store windows and dark alleyways finally paid off in a more legal way. But Lorken was not one to be dominated so easily; his bulking frame started to struggle with a growing strength that Gankona could only hope to stifle with the cage formed by his biceps. Here the goat-boy was again, with only a small spare of time to use; a moment.

	Gankona launched his horns into Lorken's exposed side, hopefully knocking some air out of the boss as he started to initiate his half-baked scheme. With a straining desperation, Gankona started his bolt to the Gymnasium wall. Lorken's body, haphazardly trapped in the confines of Gank's arms, twisted around with a swivel of the goat boy's torso, the boss's face the only thing facing the metal wall that facilitated this damaging test. A second wind came to the tired muscles of Gankona as he approached the wall, his aspirations and adrenaline growing as his thoughts turned to that of exceeding against the vastly superior Lorken. The boy's stride became longer and faster, until finally the painted sheet of steel came within feet. Gankona's arms tightened, stilling the quickly struggling Lorken as the boss's face prepared for immediate impact.

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	Lorken's face slammed into metal, another swivel of Gankona's hips bringing the boss's nose into faster contact with the wall than expected. The impact rang throughout the pair, Gankona's determined muscles keeping a lock on the boss as he came about for another swing of Lorken into the wall.

[center][b][i]SMACK[/i][/b][/center]
	Another direct hit, this time bringing a physical response from the battered Lorken. His arms started shifting and wiggling under the hard embrace of Gankona's arms, his feet kicking in the open air. One more hit was probably all the goat-boy had left until Lorken found himself a way out.

[center][b][i]CRACK[/i][/b][/center]
	The last hit was the most satisfying, Lorken's face reeling back in a range of emotions Gankona could not exactly pin-point. Anger, determination, and... Admiration? Gank could not notice them all, but what the goat-boy did indeed notice was the searing pain in his left shoulder blade. There stuck five of Lorken's long, clawed fingers, their tips digging into the flesh of the true ram as if to painfully warn him that the boss was finally coming out of his imprisonment. Gank, in a flurry of instinct, lunged his body weight forward. Gank's arms untangled from Lorken's ferocious mass as he pushed the intimidating hulk up and away from him, the true ram's body lurching forward as Lorken was thrown with all of the might Gankona could muster. The beasts claws were once again wrenched from Gankona's back, and the goat boy fell flat on his face as he tossed his momentum into his opponent with reckless abandon. Lorken did indeed fly, but it took all of Gank's energy to make such a feat so. So he laid there, blood leaking from atop his face onto his eyes as the wounds from both Lorken's retaliations and Gank's own headbutting started to finally settle in.
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	Gankona did not recover so quickly as he had done before, his body slowly picking itself up as the goat-boy lifted himself from the gymnasium's slick ground. Blood painted the top half of his face in splatters; a price to pay for such arrogant recklessness. His muscles softly vibrated as the boy's peripheral vision became hazy and drowsy, sweat matting his fur in clumps as he stood across from the hopefully battered Lorken. Both stood silently, until Gankona finally broke the silence with a shout.

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[b]"Alright, you can go on the offense now. Do your worst."[/b] [/i][/color][/center]
	Gank followed the cry with a fit of coughing, his split lip sprouting a stream of blood that flowed down his chin and into his clumping fur. The price of arrogance.
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	Gankona exited the gymnasium still coughing, his body trailing over to a familiar sound and sight; the boy Karada. Gank let his body fall down to the ground beside his friend as the blondey pulled a duo of cigarettes out of his case. Gank greedily plucked both of them out of the boy's hand, lighting the cigs as he put them together into his wide mouth.

[center][color=a0410d][i]"How'd it go?"[/i][/color][/center]
[center][i][color=f9ad81]"Did some shit, got hit by some shit, learned some shit. Really, it was mostly me getting into shit. How' bout you?
 How did your little fight go?"[/color][/i][/center]
[center][i][color=f9ad81]"Wait, what the hell is your quirk anyways?"[/color][/i][/center]