[right]Mimir Kamiya[/right]

Mimir sat seemingly entranced by the display of violence in front of him as he ate. The transfer student, as Mimir had already noted, used no IED to combat his opponent; however, it didn't seem like he needed it. To any layperson, the Thai's stance could be considered odd, with the distinguished elevated front leg(though slightly less-so in Kasemchai's case). When compared to the more basic 'styles' one could encounter on the street - the untrained ones, you could say it was. While Mimir was certainly no expert - he could recognize it as Muay Thai pretty easily. He knew the basic stances of many styles, and even used a variety of ostensibly unrelated techniques from various martial arts in his own free-form style. He could recognize the skill behind the fighter's movements almost as soon as he made his first attack.
Similarly, he could also recognize the challenger's stance. His father had been a fan of baseball in his earlier years, and was apparently not bad at it, by his tales. While Mimir had never caught on to the American pastime, he knew how it was supposed to look.

The two went at it, measuring each other's potential as they jabbed at each other with their attacks. Mimir's eyes dazzled as the two started to heat up their engagement, revealing bits of their respective arsenals to try and obtain the upper hand against the other.

He stood up and pumped his fist into the air, [color=crimson]"Ywuhhh! Beat hus a-"[/color] he attempted to cheer them on, before almost choking on a mouthful of food he'd yet to finish. He recovered, albeit with pink-tinged cheeks, and continued watching the two duke it out, gripping his long ponytail in anticipation for the result. He really did enjoy a good fight - It was like TV, but better! And free front-row tickets to boot!