[center][color=40E0D0][h2]Turq Beaufort[/h2][/color][/center]
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	Turq wasn't a complete and utter stranger to losing in a fight. But he was a stranger to getting his ass absolutely beat by a pipe. Like, not a guy with a pipe, just a pipe that decided to bibbidy bobbidy boo its way into being a fighter on par with him. Taken aback by the sudden lack of a person to actually hit, Turq was left confused and on the backpedal as he fought the pipe off, so caught up in it that he didn't think about the fact that his boomerang hadn't returned yet. It would eventually though, sliding along the sand towards his handle while he fought off the pipe, only for their new teacher to turn his attention to Turq. 

Turq would raise his arms to defend himself, only to find his eyes forced to close from the blows to his face. Something...no, someone, with very green pants had knocked the wind out of him before he even had a chance to put up his guard. Suddenly the sky was all that Turq could see as he was sent flying, mouth agape as his senses finally caught up to him. Just in time for his bruised sternum to promptly get used as a springboard for the shrimp of a girl on their team. Skidding a few times across the sand from the force of the impact, Turq would land head first and swallow at least a mouthful of sand as his jaw slammed into the ground. 

Shaking his head and steadily rising, one eye shut tight after sand had got in it. [color=40E0D0][b]"The hell kind of question is that!? Why a boomerang? I'll tell you why!"[/b][/color] he shouted, whipping his picks around before the boomerangs detached, a tangible connection forming between the center of the 'rangs and Turq's aura. A hand moved from his chain to his hair, slicking it back a bit to fix the damage done after getting slammed into the ground. [color=40E0D0][b]"Because boomerangs are cool! And bullets are expensive!"[/b][/color] 

With his doctorate paper published verbally the faunus would charge forward, the boomerangs spinning relatively quickly in an orbit around him, held in their rotation by his semblance as he once more tried to attack their teacher, this time only having his blunt handles and his boomerang orbiters. He'd be mindful to not get too close to the others, using his handles as thrown projectiles in-between the rhythmic turning of his boomerangs. He would also briefly remember being stepped on, but figured that could wait until after they won. Now that he knew to keep his guard up, there was no way for their instructor to waltz through his patented "Cyclone Ripper Ultra Deluxe Supreme Tyrant Killer Defense Field". No way whatsoever!