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[b]Power Level:[/b] 500
[b]Activity:[/b] Still at the Dojo
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The old man was a fool as far as Wain was concerned. And it wasn't only true, but Wain was even more devastating than Koshiro had anticipated. The first few strikes against the old man's chest where strength orientated, but the others? The next strike as aimed at the old man's nerves. And another. That eyesight seemed to drive each strike at a pressure point in Koshiro's body, and by the time the old man was reacting, the nerve damage alone could have been something to worry about. Wain, despite being a child, was an instinctual prodigy. And whether or not he realized it himself, Koshiro shouldn't have let him get a punch in like he did. 

Koshiro's attack drew attention. That slow left punch. And Wain moved to intercept it with his right. Suddenly, that hand was around his neck, but Koshiro had made another mistake. He underestimated just how far Wain had gotten in past his defenses. The young boy's right arm sailed past the man's defenses, and struck the most vulnerable part of Koshiro's body. The cubital fossa. Even the old man should have caught on in that moment what Wain was doing. But with his grip on Wain's neck, and Wain's grip on his right arm, Koshiro was left with either having to abandon his plan to attack Wain in that fashion, or suffer greatly for it. 

The cubital fossa is that part of the body that is opposite the elbow. While the elbow is formed by the bones connecting to allow the arm to bend, the cubital fossa though... Was a housing of important blood vessels. The Radial Nerve. The brachial artery. The median nerve. With his hand wide open, Wain charged a bright purple sphere. A sphere that would make contact with that arm.

Upon contact, there was only one way this could go. Koshiro would find his arm numb, and suddenly useless. Then... Falling to the floor. Despite the difference in strength between Koshiro and Wain, that strength meant nothing when the young feline was targeting the most vulnerable parts of the old man's body. Targeting that vulnerable spot... 

[b][color=bc8dbf]"RIPPER BALL!"[/color][/b]

No strength could allow Koshiro to fight with a arm that had been severed at it's weakest point. 

Wain was a novice at best. But he had inherited something beyond power. A natural instinct for fighting. A natural instinct to hit the weakest links. And that instinct... Didn't tell him when he was going too far. When he might do something dangerous.