[color=ed1c24][center][h2]Nikolai Ivushkin | The Imperial Fist[/h2][/center][/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Oh hell no."[/color]

Nikolay had been watching as Henry momentarily lost consciousness due to the impact of the outburst of kinetic energy that came out of the Imperial Fists, a little concerned if he had gone too far in their spar. He was such of a single mind, that he took things literally and to their face value, that he forgets other things quite a bit... like holding back on the emission of drawn out attacks. 

Just like Henry, he never had his consciousness shaken like this before. There was no time to react, and not enough hands to block the impending strike. Ah, how he wished to have more of those floatey spooky hands to block more attacks! But no, at the moment, he only had two, and those two did not suffice as Henry used to launch himself towards Nikolay in a fearful two feet kick.

They impacted, knocking Nikolay back a few good yards. However, he wasn't particularly hurt, just dazed, as the padding was quite good, and was probably designed for situations like this. There was still a rather loud thud as he landed on his back, and his Noble Arms withdrew back into their pocket dimension as he had lost all of the focus needed to control. Now, he was laughing to himself.

[color=ed1c24]"Ahahahaha, that was, uh, hectic."[/color], he said as he stood back up, huffing whilst putting his hands on his knees. [color=ed1c24]"You disarmed me, so, ah, I guess you won, Herr Henry."[/color]

Oh, right. He was having the Russian accent now, as he was quite banged up and didn't bother switching to the Anglo accents anymore. [color=ed1c24]"Did I, mmm, hammer you too much with that kinetic wave? I think you lost consciousness for a moment there..."[/color]

[color=6ecff6][center][h2]Nathaniel Gregorio | The Blitzkrieg[/h2][/center][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"First timer's badluck!..."[/color]

The blade struck its mark on the protective gear. Nathan didn't bother checking what kind of damage it did, as he wasn't hurt in any way, as this was just a friendly spar, after all. With Oscar rebounding towards a different position, Nath spread his legs to shoulder width, to better ensure balance while firing his ranged attacks. He possessed no melee weapon or magic to parry an actual attack, so he would need to ensure that his blasts or bullets have a maximum chance of hitting their mark while avoiding the mistake of just taking the hit. Ah well.

As soon as Oscar had gone to a different position, Nath fired another beam of electromagnetic energy, but it was at half strength, as he was using only one hand to shoot. In this turn, he was keeping the other hand in reserve, ready to fire a blast with enough power to knock back most assailants should his friendly spar partner close in too much for comfort. 

Right now, though, he found his mind constantly wandering. Again!

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