[center][h1][color=39b54a]Havish Greyson[/color] 
[color=red]Yurius Diencrade[/color][/h1][/center]

    Havish looked to the vampire in front of him, was he serious? Was he actually going to fight him right now, right here? Havish looked at his hands a moment, what should he even do to fight him, his father always told him to attack always, that his armor wasn’t going to save him from an opponent forever. Havish kind of settled into his combative stance, it was shaky but the foundations were there. Havish concentrated for a moment, if he was going to go for a direct attack his armor was the wrong spell to use, so he cast a spell to increase his physical strength. Havish’s body began to swell, it was only a minor change but it was noticeable, [color=39b54a]“Ok, alright, I have to get in.”[/color] and his pressed forward with a direct attack to the vampire’s face.

Yurius didn’t even need to signal the start, as the man in front of him already made his move after settling into his combat stance. His fist was aiming straight for his face. Bold. 

[color=red]”Heh…”[/color]

With only a chuckle, Yurius quickly brought his right hand up, catching the young man’s arm at his wrist, thus stopping the momentum of the attack before it could reach his face. His other hand was still inside his pocket, as he initially thought that this battle would not last very long. But the strength of this young candidate over here appeared to be a lot more than the last one, or any newcomers that the old vampire knew. It was significantly less than the vampire’s strength, but was no means feeble.

Yurius, having his arm in his control, immediately swung his arms sideways, before retracting the remaining arms out of his pocket. He raised his two hands to his chest level, his fingers curled into fists, as he began bouncing up and down, akin to a boxer. His right hand was bouncing notably faster than his left one, a discreet notification that he was about to launch the attack. After a bit more than a second, the vampire delivered a straight-up thousand pound punch to the young man’s chest.

     Having began to panic, how could he have ever thought that going toe to toe with a vampire, especially one that teaches combat, was a good plan. With his hand trapped there was nowhere to go when the man delivered his counter attack, and as the fist drew near Havish thought, [color=39b54a]“No, no, no, no!”[/color] The impact was immense, Havish thought for sure he was going to puke or pass out, the sound of cracking was loud and sharp… no, that was pain, Havish looked down and saw that he managed to summon his armor in his panic, it was shattered and piercing into his chest but he wasn't dead and more so he was still awake. Having knew he wouldn't be winning but he could still make a show of it. Having gave what magic he had left, pulled down on the teachers arm and went for a full force knee to the man's undercarriage, hopefully even vampires still felt that. 

Yurius noticed his knee coming straight at him, as the guy basically took advantage of the redundancy of his previous punch. He could have used his other leg to block it, or the other arm to direct it somewhere else, but he was pretty fast himself. And Yurius wasn’t even trying to defeat him anyway, but this was rather a test of strength and will. And as he was witnessing, the guy was pretty much in a bad shape after only the first blow. But he was having a certain amount of will to it. Normal students would have hugged their rib cages in pain and pleaded him to stop. And so the vampire simply just took the blow to himself.

[color=red]”Hmm…”[/color] 

That was quite painful.

The vampire took a step back reflexively, as he swept the area where the young man hit him, nodding smugly and challengingly, as his lips curved into a smile. As a chuckle was heard, he continued his stances, bouncing up and down, left and right, his arms held at the chest level, threatening to strike his deadly powerful punches at any moment. Then, after a few seconds, he threw forward another set of punches, this time towards his two shoulders.

    Having backed up from the vampire after his successful attack for a moment he felt a rush, like something out of a movie, maybe he had a chance after all, that was until the taste of blood in his mouth reminded him that he was already looking at broken ribs, even with the armor it wasn't much protection not yet at least. When the next few attacks came Havish moves to try and deflect, but only managed to keep from a broken collarbone as well. The lights around him started to fade at the edge of his sight, he burned through what energy he had and barely touched the aged vampire, what kind of school is this, but right before passing out he could here the sound of the bell signaling the orientation. Havish looked at the vampire, he held up his hands, they were shaking and tired though still he waited, [color=39b54a]”no timer right? I’m not.. not done yet.”[/color] And with his broken armor now fizzling away as the last mana he had faded he still waited.

He didn’t even try to dodge the punches? That’s stupid.

Yurius was holding back the urge to claw his own neck, triggering his adrenaline rush and go all power up against his opponent, but even his normal punches were already sending him to a trip of pain. Letting the guy witness his true power would easily result in his oblivion. Although trying to deflect the blows, he was taking a quite a harsh beating. The vampire did not know if he was stupid, or had a tremendous willpower. 

The vampire halted his attack for a few seconds. And the guy was still trying to stand his ground. Not done yet? Hell, any students would have ended up faceplanting on the ground now. 

[color=red]”Heh, just like your father.”[/color]

The test was nearly over. 

Yurius knew that the guy wouldn’t have enough strength to go on much longer, so he began disregarding the combat stances, and purely tried to land another punch to his torso. It was clearly trying to test his intuition, to see which approach he would use against this.

      Havish saw the fist coming, it was slow, much more than the others, what for? Havish braced himself and waited until the fist struck. The pain wasn't there anymore as he stumbled back, he found himself falling back and landing flat on his back. One blow, that was all he managed, was that good? Bad? Was it enough for what he wanted? But at this point even his own voice faded as he fell asleep. A light trail of blood leaked for his lips and his chest was cut from his armor shattering, but for a sweet moment he was quite proud of himself.

[color=red]’He isn’t even trying to dodge it...’[/color]

This was surely not a good approach. Both for himself, and for the vampire.

The young man simply just took the blow directly, as he stumbled a few steps back, and then fell to the ground, motionless. 

[color=red]”Hmph…”[/color] 

He was by no means feeble. But his stupidity was simply beyond imagination. Seriously, taking all his punches, even if he knew that each one worth thousands of pounds of forces, many times stronger than a normal human could ever perform, if that wasn’t unwise, Yurius wouldn’t know what will. 

The bell for orientation had already finished ringing, and the Headmistress was beginning her speech. She was linking it to the vampire telepathically to get his heads up on important information, since he was busy in the middle of his test. Important information were passed onto him, as Yurius tried to keep this in mind, despite having heard this information for so many years. Perhaps luckily, ultimately she had given the students a day off, without classes. Good, since this guy wouldn’t have the strength to go anywhere anyway.

Seriously, this was beyond expectation.

[color=red]”You have a whole lot to learn, child.”[/color]

Yurius walked close to him, as the young man still laid flaton the ground, and picked him up with his two arms, and placed him on his shoulder, as he headed for the infirmary. 

[color=red]”Excuse me.”[/color] The vampire politely opened the door to the infirmary, addressing the person inside. [color=red]”I have a patient for you.”[/color]

He casually, as he usually did multiple times in the past school years, walked into the room and gently placed the man onto a bed. He was in a pretty bad situation, but the old vampire believed in the nurse’s power to heal wounds and things like that. He should be fine. Yurius could have been more gentle, but he couldn’t blame himself for the man’s decisions of taking in all his punches like that. And now he would have to wait to pass onto this guy the information that he had missed in orientation, also the result of this test.

The old teacher’s eyes frowned into wrinkles.

[color=red]”So wearisome…”[/color] 

[@RoccanIronclad]