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Martial Arts School (With wooden weapons so you dont get hurt!)

Lenny jumped up and nodded, startled by her words. As he did it would be revealed that if she didn't already know by now that he was incredibly short. With a nervous smile he rubbed his nape and looked around, hoping she was not looking for a fight herself. Lenny was sore from that beating, and though in hindsight he wished that he had decided to strike back yet he knew he couldn't. He just didn't feel right doing that without some sort of stake up for him, be it a new position on the leader board or a chance to not go to the hospital.

"Thank you for that, I thought I was going to be put in detention on my first day, coach would have killed me" he let out very quickly, trying his best to keep the accent he let out from escaping his mouth. Suddenly he put out a hand.

"My name is Lenard Charnock, but please, call me lenny"

Martial Arts School (With wooden weapons so you dont get hurt!)

I probably should have specified, I mean that as the expression. It just means to try to recover.

Martial Arts School (With wooden weapons so you dont get hurt!)

Lenny clung for dear life even after the teacher was called. He had decided before he had come to the school that when he got here, he would not disobey or be dishonest in any way. He was ready to accept the consequences when suddenly he was suddenly tugged by his shirt with surprising force. As his arms where his weakest, the opened up the clinch just enough to let the over get a strike to his floating rib. He let go so he could be moved easily, expecting the called teacher, but was surprised to see himself brought into an empty room, a young woman before him. Almost his promise was gone, and he was willing to bend the truth to save his own hide. Breathing heavily he nodded to her as she shushed him before he could properly apologize and thank here. Instead he focused on controlling his breathing and licking his wounds.

Martial Arts School (With wooden weapons so you dont get hurt!)

Dead already. Damn army

@IronWill

I'm waiting on you buddy, I'm still here

Orphanage for Supernatural

I am upstairs

Martial Arts School (With wooden weapons so you dont get hurt!)

Sort for the late response

Martial Arts School (With wooden weapons so you dont get hurt!)

Lenny dodged left and right at an almost frantic rate just enough to get away from the others strikes, blocking what he could not get away from. Each strike he took with his arms he let out a breath of air, tensing his whole body to minimize the damage to slim to none when he was hit. The other was now drawing his hands back more and more, growling and allowing his footing and breathing to grow uncontrolled. Lenny tapped slightly on the ground with his toes, like a child hopping over a skip rope, and it was clear with the way he twisted his legs left and right that he was using boxing foot work.
"Kid you're gonna get it!" The larger of the shouted as he moved for a final round house that swept all the way around in a 360. Lenny took his chance, ducking down deep, coving his head in case of any chance of a desperate knee or feint, and quickly kicked off into a movement like a tackle, arms prepared for an ambigious smash strike or grab. It was then he met eyes with Cloe for a single moment and changed quickly to put the man in a clinche. Theven second year he was fighting struggled to escape, but Lenny was grasped to him like so hard a vacuum could have began between them.

Martial Arts School (With wooden weapons so you dont get hurt!)

Lenny felt a combination of strikes over his bkdy, rapidly striking him harder and harder each time. The enemy struck him with open hands, a thumb tucked in with each strike. He didn't seem to be hitting back, more defending himself with a tight defense, despite letting strikes come through. His stance was wide and his body moved way the strikes to minimize the pain. The other growled at him in anger, hitting harder and faster.
"Why won't you fall!"

Orphanage for Supernatural

A horrid ear splitting scream blasted from the second floor corridors, it was masculine, but barely different from a beast in extremis. This was the first noise that had been made by hugh today, and the first one in years that was any higher than a casual conversation talk. Thumps of a fast run could be heard following after, a slight panting echoing from the corridor. The heavy breathing was painful, after having been so fail and thin, hugh was in pain with every step, and his tears of fear made things all the harder to navigate. Regardless he decided that was a better course of action to take over dealing with what he had seen before he left, one of many enigma's that seemed to enjoy nothing more than his negative energy, and trying to make as much of it as they could without relent. He could feel someone close by, someone who wasn't a ghost or a monster, and without thinking rushed to hide behind them.

Dragon Ball Z: New Heroes, Old Terrors!

Soi was disappointing by what Popo said. no doubt this meant kami was gone and because of so he would have to train without him. Regardless she would be more worried about what the strange genie was thinking, as he must have been driving himself insane the whole time alone. Unfortunately she was not able to worry to much about this for too long as popo's words struck him as one of the people they left alone having reencountered some evil force, but her fears where worsened as she watched Zufuzo land before them. Quickly she prepared to strike him but was out sped and from what she could tell, out matched in strength by the clown. Though taken back by his eminence power she shook it off quickly to help him. Simultaneously she withdrew the Bansho fan, and flew towards the enemy, all the while blasting a blast from her eyes, one that was invisible.
"Mister popo, would you be curtious enough to bring the mummy into the lookout? I believe we have a few things to take care of here"