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[sub]Sparring Match Part 1 of ?[/sub][/center][right][sub]In collaboration with [@LuckyBlackCat][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
Pairs were meant to...duel against each other? While Breeze looked very relieved and quickly accepted Kerianne's offer to team up with her, the slight surprise on her face was evident when the other turned out being her opponent. This surprise faded as quickly as it appeared, Breeze probably feeling even more glad that she didn't have to fight any of the scary newcomers; well except for Alex, she seemed nice enough.

At the teacher's unexpected announcement, Kerianne's forehead creased. She should have been clearer. [color=darkviolet][b]"Uh, Sir, that isn't what I mea-"[/b][/color] she started, then fell silent. It wasn't her place to question the rules. Facing Breeze, she relaxed as she saw the little smile on her face. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe Breeze would be even more comfortable with an opponent she trusted than an ally she trusted.

The girl completely littered in square shaped tattoos looked to her fellow classmate, lowering herself to a more crouched fighting stance. The normally meek and easily frightened girl now held a serious expression on her face, one ready to battle.
[color=#F59A44][b]"R-Ready?"[/b][/color]

Taking her own battle stance, Kerianne nodded. The room no longer swayed as she moved, the side effect of her Quirk having worn off. [color=darkviolet][b]"Ready."[/b][/color]

No sooner had she given the okay that Breeze lunged with a rubber knife, her arms initially crossed in front of her before swiping outwards, aiming straight for the blonde's torso region. Kerianne's reflexes kicked right in. She dodged the blade like she'd dodged the steely glint of the real thing on rough streets those few times. Her face the unreadable mask of someone in survival mode, she dived into a cart's shadow and surfaced behind Breeze. She reached out, aiming to hold her opponent's arms behind her back.

Had Breeze not been aware of the other's Quirk, she probably wouldn't have been able to react quick enough to escape. But fortunately, the green haired girl knew how to get around something like this. Just as Kerianne's presence appeared behind her, Breeze crouched down lower than she had originally, grabbing one of the hands that came forward to restrain her and hooking it over her shoulder. Using her smaller hands to secure her grip on Keri's own, the shorter girl pushed backwards onto the other's chest before pulling forward, flipping Kerianne over her shoulder. However instead of letting her fall, Breeze let go so that the blonde could recover without any problems.

She proceeded to lift up her shirt and push the knife into her skin for safe keeping. Now that their previous scuffle had returned to their original standstill, Breeze tried a different approach. Whether Kerianne had fully recovered or not, Breeze approached the former with a cartwheel followed by a halfway back handspring into the air. Instead of her feet hitting the ground first, both feet aimed straight for Kerianne's face.

Catching her breath, Kerianne had no time to sit up. As Breeze leaped, the blonde turned her head, reaching for her opponent's growing shadow and vanishing. She reappeared by the punching bag as Breeze landed on the ground, the later needing another leap to lower her momentum. [color=darkviolet][b]"Good trick there,"[/b][/color] she called, spacing her feet for balance as if she'd jumped from a moving vehicle. She'd have to be careful how often she relied on her Quirk in this fight.

[color=#F59A44][b]"Th-Thank you!"[/b][/color] The younger eventually called out with a slight stutter before letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding in.

This time, Kerianne ran at Breeze. It was only halfway towards her that she crouched, thrusting her hand at a shady patch. Green eyes immediately shifted away from her figure in anticipation of where she would pop up next. Instead of teleporting, though, she sprang back up and kept running. Making use of the momentary confusion the feint move had been meant to cause, she gripped Breeze's shoulders, sweeping her foot towards the green-haired girl's legs.

With no time to brace herself, nor react defensively once her shoulders were grabbed, Breeze was forced to the floor on her back, one hand instinctively holding onto one of Kerianne's wrists while the other went under her shirt. The taller girl found herself bending double. With the wind mostly knocked out of her, the shorter swiped upward with the rubber knife she'd placed on her stomach prior, hoping the attack would be enough to at least stagger the blonde and give Breeze a chance to roll back up to a more favorable position.

Swiveling her wrist, Kerianne swiped her arm free of Breeze's grip and stepped the the side, too slow to evade the blade's tip that glanced off of her ribs. The blond pursed her lips. It hadn't hurt, but in a real battle, even if she avoided lethal injury, an attack like that would still weaken her.

This was just a sparring session, yet she couldn't let her guard down. Some day the fights wouldn't be so friendly. And to reach that point of being a pro hero, she had to show how seriously she took the training.