Training vs an Impossibly strong opponent... [Redhorn]

Mia was a little late, sure, but it wasn't like anyone could complain about the fact they were going up against the (at the time of this thread) Number 1 hero in Japan. She was sure they'd be able to give her an extra 10 minutes as she made her way across campus, running her hands up through her messy blonde mane as she idly adjusted it and walking it out towards the training areas, her hair still looking a little disheveled as she walked into the room, not noticing the slightly glossier patches on the floor as she met the eyes of the rather cocky fellow standing out in the empty space.

"Sorry I'm late. Was up late last night trying to figure out how the hell to make a lesson plan." She rolled back her shoulders, easing up the tension in her muscles and ready for whatever she was about to face. As a first year she wasn't expecting much of a challenge here, sure Jasmine had been a bitch to fight in their own first year but she was a one in a million kid, and Mia herself had gotten a lot stronger since then. "So... this the part where you beg me to go easy on ya?"

Mia’s brow rose with some surprise as he seemed to hold confident in the face of her cheeky taunt. Typically when she’d been going up against first years lately they’d seemed a little more… timid, to say the least. Willing to learn and give it their all but far from this approach, wanting her all from the start so that he could learn all the better. He was making it into her good books already, Mia rolling back her shoulders and loosening up with a wild white grin as she lowered into a more ready stance, her fingers digging into the ground a little as a display of force a she tightened her starting stance.

“Well… don’t say you didn’t ask for it…!~”

Kicking hard off the ground Mia’s titanic frame was launched like a cannoball across the space between them. Fion may have needed, and planned for keeping Mia at range but Mia was decisively not that kind of fighter, a PHWOOM sounding as her body collided hard against the air and she started to cut the distance between them in a single motion. The air stung lightly against her thick skin but the wild grin she held showed it was hardly affecting her, swinging her legs ahead of her as she came in for a landing. With the force behind her, her feet cracked and sunk into the floor, but the buffed state of it was enough so that, while unable to make her slip, a stagger was felt in her landing, throwing her aim off, giving Fion plenty of chance to escape as she clasped her fists together and tried to bring them down together over the student’s head. Regardless of the results, Mia would split her palms, looking at them, a little confused to what threw her aim off so much.

Mia was still a little dazed by the odd slip of her aim but she had the trained reactions of the pro. Spotting Fion’s shifting out of the corner of her eye she caught the spear being launched towards her before it was too late to even react to. Rather than dodging entirely she realized it was coming for her head, dipped a little, and reared back. Her horn, it’s red coating dense and hard itself, impacted with the underside of the spear like a rhino bucking an obstacle over it’s head, the weapon spinning in the air before likely impaling in the ground behind her. Fine. She missed once but she wasn’t about to miss a second time, tensing her fists and rushing forward. “Just a slip up! Don’t you worry about it!”

This time she forewent launching herself like a cannonball again as there wasn’t as much distance to cover and she didn’t want to fucking deck the kid through a wall with her full power. As she rushed towards him she was ready to slam down one of her feet, turn side on and put her back into a punch powerful enough to probably pound his face with the shockwave alone, but as she felt her foot hit the ground there was no traction, her eyes growing wide as she slipped entirely, this time landing on her back with a groan. “Who the fuck-!” She cursed, wondering what cleaning lady had done this room, but given she was mid fight she wasn’t gonna rely on this as some excuse to stop and instead turned her new position into an attack. Digging her fingers through the floor to get some purchase on the surface, she spun with the slippery floor aiding the motion, swinging a leg across before rising to a crouched position, trying to kick out his legs from under him, growling softly in frustration.

The kick seemed to have landed, it was rough and untrained in it’s motions but it got the job done and that’s all that mattered. Mia felt a harsh sting around one of her forearms and noticed the thin wire weapon that now connected her to the student, scoffing a little, unable to really process what he was hoping for literally giving HER a line to tug on here. She set down a hand, ready to push back to her feet and pull him to her, but she felt her hand slip again on the floor, finally noticing just how… slick and shiny it felt. “The hell…?”

The tug hit her before she could fully get her barings on this and her feet didn’t have the time needed to get some purchase on the slippy surface, eyes flaring wide as she was tugged over the punks head. Her immense weight and bulky frame meant she went tumbling across the ground without full on hitting the wall, taking a few friction burns in the process… but as she rose to her feet, scanning the field, she stared in disbelief as she started to realize what the kid had done.

A bunch of clear distinctive patches of smooth, silky flooring where it had been overly cleaned and waxed, Mia chuckling in some level of annoyance but mostly just in disbelief, letting out a cry of “KID DID YOU REALLY TRAP THE BATTLEFIELD!?” She wasn’t sure if she was bordering closer to annoyed or impressed. She’d never seen a kid fight like this before. Most of them were out to prove something, to leave a mark to test there skills… and while all of them were out ‘to win’ the fact this kid booby trapped the fight was way more on the I WANT TO WIN end of the scale than most kids she’d seen before… and still she didn’t know if she should be more impressed or frustrated. She was leaning on impressed.

(sorry this post will be a little short, I wrote it up once than lost it to a computer error, hope that's understandable)

Mia was still bordering on impressed and sheerly baffled, but Fione's boldness to admit that he'd fucked witht he arena before Mia arrived had her hold some respect to his decision, still in deep disbelief he even had the gall to do it but more impressed than anything for sure. A lot of kids she faced tended to be all in, gung ho to show her what they could do like they had the ability to take her down their first day of school... Fion was more realistic in his view of the situation, and Mia had to admit she felt like giving him credit for using everything he could to even get SOME advantage over her.

Didn't mean she was gonna suddenly go easy on him, of course.~

"Well its a clever trick but you kinda revealed your hand there... lets see how you do now that I know the trick huh!?"

Darting forward again with her beastly strength behind her, Mia knew that Fion likely put at least one chunk of waxed floor between them again, but at the speeds she was moving it was hard to spot those patches where the light hit the floor a little differently, especially with accuracy. Rather than leaping over them and avoiding them, she had another plan though.~

The moment she felt her front foot began to slip, she went with it, letting her momentum carry it practically over her own head and her upper body falling backwards. She reached an arm down, digging her fingers deep into the floorboards of the gym like training hall, shattering the wood into chunks before throwing her arm up, firing off the splintered fragments like a shotgun blast just due to the sheer force behind her arm, grinning wildly as she fired off the attack. She still ultimately landed on her ass and would swiftly try to get back to her feet, but she was doing her best to just the field's disadvantage to catch Fion off guard in turn, letting him eat an attack when he may have thought Mia was going down.

“Well feel free to surprise me kid!” She called back out to his taunt that there may potentially be other traps in the room, buuuut it was a hard thing to believe. The waxed floor was well hidden cause it was a natural thing to see shimmering floors in a well kept school, but other traps? They’d have to be very well hidden for her not to have gotten wind of them in an open space this big. She continued to charge forward with confidence, committing to the idea that one of these trapped patches of waxed floor were going to get her to slip, and just using that to her advantage as best as she could.

With her slip resulting in a successful attack, she had to admire his reaction speed as he managed to pull that shit off well, nearly managing to leap over her attack and leaving her with a chuckle in her throat as she watched him rise into the air only to still get a few splinters in his lower legs. She rolled backwards over her own head and back onto her feet in a crouched position, arms tense and bulging with muscle as she got read to strike when he came back down to her level. Seeing him suffering though, the pain in his eyes, his cry this was a last attack, she maybe became a little less impressed by the kid.

An arm rose up into the path of the attack, the sword’s edge digging down into her forearm, piercing and digging into the dense flesh and muscle but not getting very far. Nothing that wouldn’t scab over without stitches. Using the opportunity with his sword briefly stuck against her arm, she reared forward, careful to calculate her strength so that a hard punch to his gut while he was open would leave him winded but not do any permanent damage, likely knocking him off his own sword and leading her to draw it off her arm like an annoying splinter of her own, her massive hand looking a little too big for the weapon’s handle.

“Nice try there kid. In some ways I’m impressed but… in others ya got a way to go.” She tossed the sword back to him whenever he looked ready to get back to his feet, walking over and offering him a hand up with any hands he had free, tugging him to his feet. “Ya got a realistic view of yourself, more realistic than most people here… but I’d make sure you don’t stick to it too heavily. You ain’t gonna grow if you’re thinking any attack is gonna be your last. Know when you need to run, know when you need to set traps… buuut I’d say ‘knowing when to give up’ ain’t a trait anyone at this school’ll let ya have.~” She offered a cheeky smile at the end there, hoping her advice wasn’t sounding too patronizing. She was still getting used to this whole teacher thing afterall.