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[@baraquiel] [@pkken]
    
Ryota closed his eyes as they weren’t of much use right now, unless you has something that assisted with vision you were as good as blind. So instead he opted to focus on his hearing as well as the sensation he felt in his left arm. As Seijin made his move he could faintly hear his footsteps hitting the ground, they were light and on top of that he had a long stride. The blonde had set off one of the turrets within moments but it left an unsettling feeling as he listened to the distinct sound the turret made, it was unlike anything he’s ever heard.

Soon the turret had fell back to dead silence, you would think it was over but the tingly feeling was still in the boys arm until he heard a light thud come from the building. [color=0054A6][i]Looks like his speed is the real deal, but here is where things get interesting.[/i][/color] The tingling feeling in his arm was gone which meant that he either stopped moving or was outside of the fog, a smile was on his face as Ryota walked back inside the building. [color=0054A6]“You’re quick on your feet and have a pretty nice stride, but it takes more than strength to be number one.”[/color] From what it seemed, Seijin had about five entrances to pick from, the front door and a window on each of the four surrounding walls. [color=0054A6]“What will you do next, number one?”[/color] 

Meanwhile, Hiroaki was unhappily and uncomfortably resting as he awaited rescue. The rough ropes begin to hurt against his skin and he couldn’t even move an inch. Seriously, Ryota didn’t have to tie it up this tightly. Being unable to move for this long a time made him feel anxious for some reason, along with the thick fog that was created from Ryota’s quirk. He also remembered Ryota told him to not say anything to give away his location. Hiroaki couldn’t move a muscle, see anything, and say anything. He has never felt so stressed out in his life since that incident when he was a kid- Oh no, he’s remembering it again. He began to breathe heavily and look around for someone to help him out. He closed his eyes and calmed himself… 

This was all ramping up to be even more troublesome and just when he thought things would get easier. Seijin dropped down onto the concrete floor inside the bunker but as the fog of smoke persisted he hardly could make out what laid only a few feet in front of him. [color=FEFB47][i]Tch. All this smoke’s such a bother…[/i][/color] He pressed on slowly through the room as he sought after either Ashtray-breath or Pinkie, and while his posture breathed complete nonchalance, with hands dug into pockets, the blonde was ready to slip into combat at the first sight of trouble. [color=FEFB47][i]Just wait ‘til I find you, both of yah...[/i][/color]


…Hiroaki can’t do this anymore. The more he stayed like this, the more hungrier he got and the urge to use the bathroom grew more. Just how long was this going to last? He tried his best to peer into the fog. Hiroaki doesn’t know if it’s the light making tricks on him because he can see a silhouette or two. Everything’s just so blurry for him that he had to stop because the effort is giving him a headache. 

Should he make a noise? Normally the hostages would make them whenever someone was nearby so they can be saved. Hiroaki would surely call out for Seijin to rescue him if it weren’t for what Ryota asked him to do. He decided the best course of action is, ironically, not to do something and wait for things to unravel on their own. And really, if Hiroaki’s mouth wasn’t going to make any noises, his grumbling stomach will do it for him.

The tingle in the boys arm resurfaced as his opponent entered the bunker, he was a blind mice as he tried to navigate his way through the smoke. There was a tinge of a smile on the boys face as things began to ramp up, it was time to give these students a show. From Seijin’s right he would notice the sound of a few footsteps that alarm him, shortly after a right fist would come into vision that was aimed at his left abdomen.

Honed reflexes and innate athleticism had spared Seijin enough to properly react to the incoming strike in no time, with his quirk he’s mistaken for a speedster many times before and it’s easy to understand why seeing his body was already moving for something he hadn’t even properly registered yet. The blonde pivoted on one foot, facing adjacent to the fist’s path before locking onto the offending arm with one hand and gripping Ashtray-breath by where the scruff of his neck should be.  [color=FEFB47][i]That’s awfully nice of him to save me trouble by coming straight to me.[/i][/color]

He was never formally trained in any sort of martial arts whatsoever but it’d be harder to [i]not[/i] pick things up given his track records of getting into fights and winning most of them with the unfair advantage in close-quarters combat his quirk gives. [color=FEFB47]”Could yah give up here ‘n show me where Pinkie is?”[/color] To ‘coax’ into an easy surrender, Seijin roughly pulls his opponent down to the ground face first and puts him into an armlock, the sort where there’s struggle a dislocated shoulder follows.  

The black haired boy took notice of how quickly Seijin reacted to his attack, [color=0054A6][i]Ah a seasoned fighter it seems[/i][/color] the boy smirked as Seijin pushed him to the ground and put him into a armlock. Perhaps he actually did have some semblance of an idea of what he was doing, the lock that Seijin had put him in was indeed a rather interesting one. Instead of struggling Ryota held his breath and relaxed his body until he slipped out of his grip and dispersed into the smoke which soon filled the bunker. Seijin would soon find the only thing he was gripping onto was the boys clothes. Ryota would reconstitute his form at the west window, he was meticulous about keeping the goods censored with a thick cloud of smoke around his waist as he continued onto his next move.

Ryota took a long right stride closing the gap between the two before planting his left foot firm on the ground and pivoting it before sweeping the area with his right leg, dispersing a bit of smoke as he performed his strike at Seijin, even after the attack was done he didn’t let up as he kept light on his toes as he leaned his body forward with a grin on his face, not shying away from the close quarters combat that was to come.

Taking one look at the clean leg sweep heading his way, Seijin slows it and steals the speed behind the strike for himself to use, the surge of kinetic energy is redirected through the body and enhances his striking power for what is to come next. The blonde crouches down low before he shoots up to his opponent throwing an uppercut right at his exposed chin from below, the added momentum from jumping up combined with the enhanced speed made for a devastating blow if it connects. In any sort of fight, the name of the game was speed and [i]speed[/i] was his to take as he pleases. 
 
Hiroaki could hear the sounds of fighting. He didn’t know exactly where but he’s pretty sure it’s somewhere on his front. He cringed at the sound of what seemed like punches and kicks connecting to a body. If this weren’t a quirk demonstration, Seijin and Ryota will definitely beat each other to death.

Ryota noticed his sweep lose speed as well as power as he tried to take Seijin off his feet, [i]So he cumulatively steal speed from the target, not all together[/i]. It was then that Seijin tried to put him out for the count with a strike straight for his chin, Ryota held his breath once more seconds before the strike landed, when the blow landed Ryotas head along with the rest of his body would explode into a cloud of smoke as he faded back to relocate himself once more near the front door. Head to head combat was pretty much pointless at this point, Seijin’s reaction time and speed in close combat exceeded his own yet he is unable to lay a hit on Ryota because of his intangibility. [color=0054A6]“You might as well give up you can’t land a hit on me and you only have about under a minute left to find Pinky”[/color]

Seijin doesn’t hesitate to act quickly on that and lets himself fall back to the ground as his uppercut found no purchase, his fist hitting nothing but some smoke and left him still without a solid hit on Ashtray-breath. [color=FEFB47][i]Tch. If that’s so then how’d yah like this?[/i][/color] He covers the distance to the front door in a single bound, landing in front of Ryota before letting loose a continuous series of strikes and kicks, knowing full well he was pressed for the same outcome: his opponent slipping into his intangible smoke form, negating physical attacks. But what the blonde was counting on was that there was some limit to how long he could maintain that form, one good hit landing was all he needed so he redoubles his efforts and doesn’t let up on going on the offensive. 

Ryota let out a sigh as the boy rushed him, it was more so he was disappointed at the fact that Seijin decided to engage him instead of looking for Hiroaki. There was a smirk on the boys face as he decided to play his game. Ryota squatted a bit and got into fighting stance, as soon as he took notice of the speed of the first couple punches the boy immediately turned onto the defensive. Some of the punches and kicks were so fast that he had to settle for deflecting them to the side. As Seijin picked up the pace Ryota began smiling as he was having a bit of fun fighting against him. 

Hiroaki bit his bottom lip. He’s been trapped there for so long he can barely tell the time he’s spent waiting for Seijin. He’s slowly getting annoyed with each passing second. He doesn’t want to do and say anything because Ryota told him not to, but Aki remembered he’s not the boss of him. Besides, any person with or without a Quirk will definitely do something to help themselves. The question is, what will he do?

Then he thought of something. If Seijin’s vision was limited because of the fog then Hiroaki will help the blonde see him. He activated his Quirk, growing multiple crystals on his body that glowed milky white. They’re not too big to take a toll on his stamina, and not too small to make their light be seen even through the thick fog. [color=pink]”Seijin, I’m here!”[/color], he shouted.

Seijin lets loose a last flurry of kicks that would hopefully disperse Ryota’s smokey form, long enough to grab the pinkette hostage and make their exit. The last vestiges of kinetic energy coursing through his body provides him ample speed to tear through the fog of smoke, towards the dull glow able to be spotted even with his obscured vision. [color=FEFB47]”Let’s finish this thing,”[/color] he says before grabbing Hiroaki and lifting him up over his shoulder then dashing straight for the window closest to escape the bunker. 

Hiroaki’s eyes widened when he saw Seijin barreling straight towards him and lifting the pink boy up over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. Just how strong is this blonde boy?

[color=0054A6]“Oh?”[/color] Was what the boy said, shocked when Hiroaki decided to speak up and even shine off a bit light. It would definitely make things harder but not impossible, that was when Seijin kicked it up a gear and delivered a flurry of attacks which created an opening for him to grab Hiroaki. As Ryota was putting himself back together he clenched his right fist tightly as he prepared for another attack before a thought shot through his head. [color=0054A6][i]I can't reveal all my tricks just yet.[/i][/color] The boys arm went limp as he decided to let the two escape. As he began putting on his clothes, the smoke began to dissipate marking the end of this bout.


[hider=tl;dr]
Seijin and Seijin were in a deadlock; neither being able to land a hit on the other. Hiroaki says enough is enough, hails for Seijin who then immediately books it grabs him and finishes the quirk demo.[/hider]