Dragons At Dawn [Brandon Drake + Feng Yao]

He keeps getting hit in the chest. Why does he keep getting hit in the chest? She really is well taught, a blow to the chest normally would exhaust a man into submission. She's getting fast in speed in her strikes as well, leaving no real chance to defend himself. Brandon stumbles after being kicked in the stomach.

"I will be a hero that will rule the skies!" Feng readies her next hit. He'll be ready though. He's got an ace up his sleeve. 
She's getting serious, and it won't be long until she lets her quirk out. The problem is he can't be sure when she'll use it. She can use it now, or use it later. It's hard to determine someone using their quirk when you don't even know what it is.

Nevertheless, even if she's not using her quirk, he still has to prepare himself. Brandon's temper is getting less and less restraint with every blow to his chest. It's almost reaching the melting point...

Subtle steam pours out of his body, the small blue scales start forming on his chest.

Feng readies her next blow to the chest.

She's about to get a shocking surprise right now, Brandon thinks as he readies himself.

The birds soar above them. This sparring match has stepped up to the next level.

 

Feng has become more cautious, Brandon observed. Rising Hazard has manifested on his body, as steam slowly pours out of his body. So far they have been purely focused on their skills, now it's time for them to test out their quirks on each other. Brandon readies his stance, as his body slowly grows more scales. He limits the coverage to his chest and arms, just so he wont damage all of his clothes so badly. He's only got a while to use his quirk until he burns out.

"Bring it, but I warn ya, THERE'S NO STOPPING ME NOW!" Brandon goads in a raspy voice. He readies his stance. He's getting excited about this fight, but he's still worried to some extent. Hopefully Feng knows just how much steam can hurt, or else he'll have to explain to an angry couple why their daughter is full of 1st degree burns. 

Brandon lunges forwards, with steam jetting out of his body, enough that it's hard to see through. Feng would either have to dodge or attempt to attack. If she strikes, she'll be practically punching a wall and it won't be where she wanted. If she dodges, it'll open a period of time for Brandon to act without interruption. 

More birds show up and perch on the tree, acting as the audience for this match.

"Thank god Kent's not watching, or else he'll never let me hear the end of this," Brandon smirks.

Feng looks like she’s ready to end this fight in one blow, Brandon ponders as he gets ready. The way she uses her legs for her more powerful strikes might mean her quirk is somehow related to her legs. She’s about to leap towards him again. That last strike on the face stung a bit, but Brandon didn’t mind it. If anything, that just made him even more pumped up. Brandon grits his teeth and prepares his ace in the hole.

This girl is quite skilled and has a great amount of focus, but she still made one fatal flaw; relying too much on the same techniques. Her palm strikes were quickly neutralized by his scales and she had to resort to use something on her legs to stand a chance against it. When forced to improvise, she pauses a bit and has to switch gears in her mind, and as such her kicks falter for it.

So what if he ruins that concentration completely?

Brandon readies himself to let out a powerful scream.

“GwaaaaAaaaaaAaaaaaAAAAAAAH!”

In an instance a piercing scream fills the air. Everyone in the park hears it. The birds become agitated as their view becomes covered by steam.

She couldn’t have predicted this.

She’s still standing but she’s certainly affected by it.

”Honestly the only reason why it was so effective was that she was nearby him, otherwise it wouldn’t have worked.” Brandon thought to himself panting and barely able to speak in a loud tone. His quirk was about to run out so this has to end now.

As Feng leaps towards with a kick, Brandon readies a final punch. There’s no dodging this, so he ll have to bear this full force as his scales are retreating from his skin. Brandon grits his teeth and with a sore voice he squeaks out:

”Gotcha.”

The impact of the blows had to be seen to be believed. Brandon’s right side was sacrificed in order to use her momentum as her downfall. She practiclly lead herself onto his fist as her stomach felt the full force of his bare knuckles. The two of them collapsed on the ground, both tired and unable to move another muscle.

9:30 AM. The duo lie on the grass, finished from their sparring match. Brandon lies on his back sweating and with a sore throat. He was laying over Fengs leg as she lays next to him, disoriented.

”We, um, overdid it, huh.” Brandon barely spoke. Feng looks at him with a tired look on her face not really underestanding what he said. Guess that yell did a number on her eardrums. She did however give off the impression of agreeing.

Some people peeked over the hill but dismissed it, either out of fear or not wanting to interrupt. That was probably a good idea.

Feng struggles to slide her leg out under Brandon’s back. She manages to get free and gets up as Brandon lies on his back. Usage of his quirk leaves him utterly tired, especially when using his scream. He sighs then struggles to get up. He slowly walks towards the bench near where Feng is drinking water. He sits next to his briefcase and grabs a water that he usually brings inside the briefcase. In a instance he chugs all of it in an instant, to Feng’s amazement.

“What’s my quirk?” Brandon struggles to speak even with a relieved throat. “Ah dont worry about it. It’s just ya typical shapeshift or transform power.” He moves onto another subject. “You’re quite skilled yourself. I’m guessing you trained under...Karate? Some traces of Muay Tai?” Brandon shoves the empty bottle back in the case. In hindsight it was a good thing he didn’t enable the voice code on, otherwise Feng would have to hear him say the code over and over.

Brandon lifts his head up to feel the air surround his tired body. He looks back at Feng, both are feeling quite satisfied with their bout, even if it ended in a tie.

”...Sorry about the face. I um forgot that...ya know.”

"Naaaaaah, no one bothered to call us out, so I doubt it."  Brandon chuckles to himself as he stands up. It's nice to meet someone with a similar drive and passion for fighting, even if they are younger than yourself.

"I used to be a fighter, but I got kicked out. Ya know how it is with quirks, once someone sees you use it, all of your previous achievements disappear in an instance," He sadly states. After seeing Feng's face slightly drop, he quickly adds in, "But it's alright! I found another place to test my abilities, plus i get to help out others." He touches his nose and smirks. "Who knows, maybe one of these days you'll be needing my services."

Feng looks back at him with an amused face. The both of them look at each other as they get up and dust off any dirt they got on themselves during the fight. As Brandon is about to check his phone, he hears a distant siren and some chattering.

"...Hmm, on second thought maybe we should go. I mean, hell those sirens might not really be for us...But we really did go full out. People might have complained about the noise."

Both nod and grab their stuff and run towards the park entrance, only stopping at the gate to catch their breath.

Oh great, Coffee. Well, Feng did win that little "race," so might as well honor that deal. They enter the cafe, and as they come near the cashier, Brandon pulls out some bills and yen to pay.

"Um, one small coffee with cream and sugar on the side, and one water please." Noticing she's pulling out her wallet, he gestures her to put it back. "And um, one muffin. It's my treat, so don't worry about it."

The cashier nods, and the duo sit down. 5 minutes passes and the coffee was prepared, along with the muffin. He wasn't quite sure what she liked, so he just got the extra condiments on the side. She can handle it. He just quietly grabs the cup of water and sips it. Coffee never was his cup of..."coffee." He couldn't stand the bitterness of it, and even when he tries to cover it up with cream and milk it always comes through. Feng on the meanwhile was quietly preparing her coffee in a methodical and orderly fashion; she's clearly no stranger to it. He'll never get people who love coffee, but he can't really complain.

Outside the window, the "police" never showed near the park. "It was probably a false alarm," Brandon sighs and quietly sips his water. "Heh, I guess we overreacted...well not really. But still, better safe than sorry, huh?" He reaches for the briefcase to confirm it's still there. "Whew. Kent would kill me if I lost it." He thinks to himself.