[center][h3]Oliver Cinter and Jordan Quinn[/h3][/center]

Oli flowed getting into that state of mind where you just moved. The Great Oli remained in it's base gauntlet form the whole time. His strikes rocking the heavy bag back and forth. His fists beginning to leave indentations in the bag as he struck. And then he took a half step back, and well because he's in that focused state of mind he relaxes his arms to his side. A strange stance. His face goes oddly blank, expression neutral. And the kids in the room are in for a treat. There's a few small pops, and crackles of the energy inherent in Noble Arms. The steam starts first, from his elbows and elbow joints, the back of his neck and streaming from the waistline and out of his pant legs. A mean yellow glow flaring from his eyes and mouth, he mutters, "This must not register on an emotional level..." He took a step forward, "First, sweep kick to the legs, knock off balance. Using the off balance state, back hand high to ring the temple. Followed by this knife hand block of haymaker, to rear elbow blow to the chest, turn, flying spinning haymaker, to turning knee to the hip, left jab, back step into throat thrust, complete with 360 turning kick." This somehow almost wild combination of moves happened at a speed that should be impossible for anyone. But with the abilities of the Great Ali, it comes out clean, and sends the heavy bag slamming into the wall and off it's swinging rollers to crash to the ground.

Oli breathes evenly, having finished in a pose with his hands held together and pointing at the downed bag, "Summary, opponent with a bruised sternum, ringing ears, and fractured ribs. Potential recovery time four days, total physical recovery time three months." There is one last blast of steam before the glow fades and The Great Ali, those wonderful leather gloves fade from his hands, "Woof...uh? Message?" He reaches into his pocket and reads the message from the Director, "Well, that's...unfortunate." It's only then he turns around and sees Hailey, Oscar, and Nathaniel in the Gym, "Oh dear I'm sorry folks I must have been so focused I missed you all come in...are you alright over there?" He heads over to them worriedly.


Jordan had come into the gym just in time to see the incredible show of Coach Cinter going absolutely ham on the heavy bag. The almost crazed crash of the blows before the heavy bag slams into the wall then to the floor is an thing to see. Jordan just kind of stands there for a time then comes out of the daze of seeing it all. He spots the others and jobs over to them, "That was some incredible moves there Coach...I mean wow..." He looks to the others, "Hey guys. You all doing alright over there?" He grins a little. Then turns to Coach Cinter, "Sir...where did all that come from? Is that normal for your Noble Arm?"

Oli only grinned, "There are somethings a Arms user needs to keep secret Jordan. Just suffice to say one of these days all of you will be able to do something just as awesome." The Teacher grins, "So some of you have class and judging by Henry and Jordan you are missing one and are down here to...oh I dunno hang out?" He chuckles. He motions and walks over to the white board, "If you're here for classes you know my rules. Four laps jogging and two laps full sprint. If you're here for...other reasons. Head over to the benches for now."


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