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The exploding baseball had achieved its purpose and bought Ichiro enough time to recover and retreat, giving his opponent something to think about as well as pushing them back. Now when Kasemchai approached him it was slowly and with his guard up, advancing inch by inch with careful footwork and a steady stance. It gave Ichiro a moment to breath, a moment to think, a moment to figure out what it was that had just hit him. At least until the first jab came.

As soon as the Thai student began to move his arm forward Ichiro slid his left hand down the length of his bat and held it in front of him, putting up a barrier between him and the attack just in the nick of time as something slammed into it. Range means nothing to this guy.

A second jab slipped past the bat and clipped the side of his head and he moved his shield to compensate. Peering past his weapon he watched his opponent’s arm with each jab, anticipating where the blow would land and moving his bat into its path by miniscule amounts and moving his head to avoid what he couldn’t block, but even with his IES it was hard to read the path of an attack that came so quickly and which was coming straight towards him. Slowly Ichiro began to adjust and gain a feel for his opponent’s rhythm and movements, but as soon as he began to block or dodge more jabs than he took Kasemchai switched tactics and began to aim his jabs at the body instead; Ichiro moved the bat down to block those as well but it was a wider area to protect, not as mobile, and the damage slowly built up.

The whole time he was under this assault he was backing up, one and a half or two steps for every one of the transfer student, and eventually the blows stopped coming entirely even though Kasemchai still threw punches his way. There it is.

His opponent’s range wasn’t infinite. It had a limit and he was now beyond it. He stopped retreating and waited until he felt the blows come again, never stopping in his attempts to block them even when he was apparently beyond their range, finding the edge of the effect. He stepped back and the attacks stopped again. He stood still and they started again when the Thai student stepped forward. Defining the range and narrowing it down. With this new knowledge he backed away by two steps and stood just beyond his opponent’s range, feigning blocks with his bat to blows that wouldn’t reach him, and waited for the right moment.

When Ichiro was ready he jumped back and put himself comfortably out of Kasemchai’s range before once again falling comfortably into his batting stance. He took a moment to aim his shot and swung, his leg protesting profusely; he couldn’t put nearly as much force into the swing as before but he’d already known that and accounted for it. This attack wouldn’t need his full power behind it to be effective.

A red orb appeared in time to be caught by the bat mid-swing with a crack and a second crack followed it so closely it would be difficult for anyone not listening for it to discern them as two separate sounds at all. The Switch-Hitter suddenly accelerated directly towards Kasemchai, doubling in speed a mere fraction of a second after the initial impact to create the illusion that Ichiro had somehow struck the ball with more force than before even with his injured leg.

@HereComesTheSnow

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

The nascent Wall between Oberon’s hands slowly compressed, growing denser and more opaque with each passing moment as the Mana gathered together in a smaller area, yet there was no sign that anything special was happening. No message appeared to tell him it had worked and nothing about the spell itself seemed to indicate that it had changed form or purpose in any way, so he had to assume it hadn’t worked.

Was he even on the right track? He must have been, to an extent, since he had gained some experience towards the Wall spell doing this exact thing not too long ago, but something about this didn’t seem right. How was what he was doing now any different from when he had compressed a Mana Orb into a Mana Dart, or shaped an Orb into Mana Slice? All he had done was change the shape, but nothing said it was no longer an offensive spell or a projectile anymore other than it’s clearly unsuitably aerodynamic shape. What made the thing between his hands a Wall more than anything else? If he let it go would it just fly towards a target like an unmodified Mana Orb would?

The main different was that he had cast Shield on it, a spell designed to toughen the target by boosting its natural defences, which would perhaps make the Mana more durable if it did anything at all; that was it though. Was mixing an offensive spell with a support spell enough to change the spell type from ‘Attack’ to ‘Defence’? Did mixing not just the spells but the intent behind them make a difference? One was meant to deal damage and the other to protect, did mixing them create a conflicting idea as to what he wanted the spell to become?

It was possible he was overthinking things.

Intent, however, was important. He had seen this before, or at least believed he had. Perhaps all he needed to do to complete the spell was to use it as he intended it to be used? If nothing else it would be useful to see how well his creation stood up to damage.

Looking around him he spotted Torrent further down the stream, still practising her breath skills like before, and began to fly in her direction while carefully holding the Wall between his hands steady. As he grew closer he saw the ice crystals, slush and powdered snow atop the water and momentarily lost his train of thought; had she created an ice element spell? “Oh, right. Torrent? Can you do me a favour and attack this thing with a spell and see if it blocks it?”

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@Old Amsterdam

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@VitaVitaAR how does the battle system work exactly? As in, what constitutes an official battle and what counts as a win? Also, I'm probably overthinking it, but I'm wondering how wins and losses are tracked.

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@Gentlemanvaultboy well damn, I never really noticed that before but I think you're right.

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It came as a bit of a surprise when Kasemchai deftly sidestepped the first ball like it was nothing; most students would try to block it, some would freeze up entirely, but it was only few who would handle it as gracefully as he had. Then again, hadn’t Ichiro approached him precisely because he looked strong? He couldn’t afford to be surprised when he turned out to be right.

From his form the Thai student seemed to be a martial artist of some kind, if it wasn’t obvious already, flowing smoothly from the sidestep into a roundhouse aimed at his inside leg. Ichiro’s IES traced the direction of the kick before it happened, calculating the arc of Kasemchai’s leg and showing the baseball player exactly where the kick was heading even if it was far too late for him to dodge it; although, strangely, Kasemchai was still too far away for his kick to reach.

But it hit him nonetheless.

As if the distance between them meant nothing, Ichiro felt something impact his thigh on his leading leg that hurt all the more for how unexpected it was; all of his weight was on that leg as he leaned forward into the swing and as the kick landed it was unfortunately unyielding, absorbing all of the force of the blow. Ichiro buckled with the pain, stumbling two steps to the side as he felt the strength go out of that limb, no longer able to support his full weight, before he caught himself.

During the stumble he swung his bat back the other direction, another red orb appearing in mid-air before being caught by the clumsy, one-handed swing and flying Kasemchai’s way. It wasn’t fast, but it didn’t need to be, and as awkward as the swing was it was still guided by a perfect understanding of angle and direction. The Chopper hit the ground in front of the transfer student and exploded immediately, the concussive wave it produced hopefully enough to push the martial artist back or even send him tumbling.

Once he had his legs back under him Ichiro would use the distraction, if there was one, to back even further away from Kasemchai, opening up the distance between them even more now that he knew his opponents range wasn’t limited to the length of his limbs.

@HereComesTheSnow

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@RoflsMazoyMaybe I'm being a little too nitpicky but the name "Voltron" isn't going to mean much of anything to most Japanese people. ^^; Go-Lion maybe, but even then it's a lot more obscure in Japan than it is in the west. A better idea would probably be something like Getter Robo or Combattler V or GaoGaiGar or something.

@Rin

If we're really being nitpicky then they probably aren't serving tatertots in a Japanese school cafeteria either.

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

I mean, yeah, cassowary's are cool and all, but emu's are still the only bird to win a war against humans.

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@HereComesTheSnow Well I messed up. I misread his IES; I thought it projected the force in front of attacks, not beyond them like that. That changes things a fair bit.

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@Cerces22 for what it's worth Kasemchai is rank 11, not zero, and Ichiro isn't the captain of the baseball team, just a regular member. He is their best player though.

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@HereComesTheSnow either, if need be, but right now he's batting righty.