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I think you'll probably find out when we start.

[ That already implies so much as he takes out his shinai, making a stance. Komaeda might notice that it's too easy for him to make a stance of a perfect swordsman. There are no clear openings at all in the slightest bit, and he nods. ]

Just come at me when you're ready.

[He shrugs his shoulders, moving them forward, stretching his back. Komaeda had already strengthened his body so it could endure a fight.] Well, we'll go with full contact this time.

[Full contact is a bit risky. Neither has to hold back and the only time surrender is to be considered is when one of them is backed into a corner or in danger of loss of limb. Normally he wouldn't even consider it but the stance Hinata is taking is too practiced.

Excitement dashes through his mind like electricity over a circuit board. He launches himself, punching off with his left foot and leaves the every day world behind for the battlefield. Komaeda comes at his friend from the left, just a short jab to test the speed of his opponent.]

[ He doesn't say anything, instead just nodding quietly before his movements start, causing Hinata himself to quickly grab at his shinai swiftly, incredibly so as he blocks the attack from the left with ease, allowing himself to use it as leverage to swing his next attack without any hesitation, right at the neck.

Of course, if he doesn't dodge, Hinata himself will stop partway, not wanting to actually kill him by hitting a vital area. ]

[He drops back to avoid the swing. Yes, his theory is proving true. But talent isn't experience. He smiles at Hinata with a spark in his eye as he snaps his hand up to try catching the weapon. A shinai isn't a metal blade and he could possibly rip it right out of his friend's grip. He's still just testing the other's speed.

From his face this testing could change in a moment. Komaeda has a feeling he's dealing with an Ultimate which doesn't hold a candle to their master but. It's going to be fun.]

[ While experience might outweigh natural talent in most cases, in Hinata's case? We're not really sure if he even has that experience; but bear in mind, he doesn't exactly remember it. As soon as Komaeda attempts to catch the weapon, the ahoge clad teenager (?) soon shifts his stance again, swiftly.

It seems that the sword style he's using now is significantly different from the one prior. And while Hinata is fairly certain that he could not defeat anyone who had supernatural abilities, he's sure that Komaeda should be a lot easier. Of course, he won't allow the sword to be stolen, even if he has a countermeasure for it already. His grip on the sword tightens and for some reason, the amusement in Komaeda's eyes annoys him.

But that isn't important now. ]

You're too slow. [ Is he... trying to egg him on? Probably so. It's a bit exhilarating, but at the same time, worrisome. But he throws those ideas out of his head, solely concentrating on the here and now

He can think about his worries later. ]

Is that really all you've got, Komaeda?

Not even the tip of the things. [He says crispy and raises an eyebrow.] You're fighting differently. I wanted to see how much your reactions have changed. [Hinata's taunt only makes him smile wider. He decides in a moment that he would go as hard against Hinata as he does with their master.] But you really should relax.

Or you'll really feel this in the morning. [There's no warning when he bursts back into motion. The difference is like night and day. He comes from the front, feinting a strike to the left but really going for the left. Whatever the reaction he pulls back and sends a wave of force designed just to push someone back through Dunamis.]

Like I said. To full contact.

You already know why don't you? The reason why I'm fighting differently?

[ His voice is clipped but he soon decides to quickly go on the defensive. He knows better than anyone else that if he switches to an offensive pattern, he'll get fucked over.

Of course, his reaction is a quick barrage of swords that surround Hinata like a shield, but they immediately dissipate, breath hitching slightly when he's pushed back slightly, but it's not enough to make him fall to the ground, as he uses the shinai to steady himself.

He continues to use a two handed style, shifting his grip as he runs in, ready to swing, but that's not what he's going for. What he's going for is a sweep from underneath with his legs to catch him off guard. ]

[He catches too late what Hinata's aim is and by then he's crashing towards the ground. With a curse he slaps his hand against the ground to keep the side of his face from hitting the ground. Komaeda lashes out with both feet while calculating the speed of his attack. But that isn't all, the ground under their feet is briefly iced over. Long enough to cause trouble.

He rolls to the side with intent to get back to his feet as quickly as possible.] I knew the moment you took your stance. You used to be full of openings. I watched you learn bit by bit and the differences don't come down to just sudden knowledge. You're using an entirely different style.

Shit-!

[ He curses aloud when he sees the ice, but he already knows how to counter. It means that he has to switch from using the sword to martial arts, but that's fine.

Komaeda might notice what he's trying to do as he slams his shinai toward the ground, hoping that he's fast enough not to get kicked as he uses the handle as a footstool to jump over him and avoid any further problems.

Hinata knows this might exhaust him, but he needs to get rid of that ice, so he concentrates really hard, causing a barrier of bullets to appear around him, almost protective, but he's going to be sending all of those towards the ground, not aiming towards Komaeda himself, but at the battlefield. There's no way he'll allow him to take advantage of the area like that! Of course, if one of the bullets hits Komaeda it's fine, but that isn't his aim at the slightest bit, especially as he's trying to buy some time while he falls. ]

[Well. Neat trick. Hinata's gotten better at Dunamis, enough to do things in quick weak bursts. Komaeda has his feet under him as a bullet scratches the side of his face. He draws on his emotions and will, fueling his next attack with that pain. He thrusts out a hand with a word.] Howl.

[A storm wind howls through the yard. ITrips up bits of grass and rocks as it whips forward. Komaeda sprints into it, giving him more momentum. He had a plan that whatever Hinata did he was going to backhand him into the wall.

They are really going to feel all their injuries come next morning.]

Edited 2016-05-06 01:03 (UTC)

[ NOT LIKE THIS...... of course, Hinata is making sure to keep total control of his fall; the side of him that knows how to fight is saying that this is a bad idea. And of course it is. It's risky, but if he doesn't risk it, how can he possibly win? Maybe it's the competitive side of him that doesn't want to hit.

It's going to be a rocky ride this way, but he manages to use Dunamis to conjure up something useful.

Spoilers: it's a skateboard. What the fuck. What is he thinking. ]

[A skateboard. If Komaeda wasn't so focused on making Hinata really regret taking him on, he would have stared. He doesn't have the luxury and considering the actual combat he has dealt with...this is weird as hell but.

His best friend uses a giant bug as transport. He reaches his opponent and puts his speed and momentum to use, sweeping his arm out in a almost perfect White Crane style backhanded blow.]

C'mon...!

[ Hinata attempts to time this perfectly. It isn't his usual manner of combat, but he's improvising. There's still a little bit of himself in his fight style, after all. He does a flip, a spin to force his body to be turned in such a way that the skateboard is what Komaeda hits instead of Hinata himself; while he may take the blow, and the impact when he hits the wall is severe, it's not as bad as taking it completely head on.

Clicking his tongue, he keeps his feet on the wall, using as much Dunamis he can muster up to magnetize himself there just for a few seconds before hopping off onto the ground, keeping his momentum and not even showing any signs of pain or exhaustion. ]

That was really close. I didn't think that would actually work.

[ HINATA DID YOU PLAN ON DOING THAT FROM THE BEGINNING YOU LITTLE SHIT it seems that he was actually testing Komaeda this time to see how hard that attack would hit... ]

[The warning threads of exhaustion remind Komaeda he doesn't have all day to chase his opponent about. Between that and the throb of injuries already inflicted...if he doesn't finish this fight in the next few exchanges he'll slow down too much and be unable to keep up his able body.

A flash of irritation crosses his face and dare it be, approval. An adaptive opponent. Mu is an unstoppable force of nature, Hinata is...not yet there but neither is he. But he doesn't have to worry so much about pulling strikes. Sparring with Hinata will be a near contest of equals. Ah, that's...really exciting. He whirls to face the direction Hinata went and falls into a defensive stance of his own.

There are very few openings but the part to pay attention to is the sweat running down his face. And the how carefully he's breathing. Yet despite that he still has a smile on his face. It looks feral compared to usual small smiles.]

Good move. I'd have had you if you'd taken that dead on.

[Pale gold light swirls around him taking the shape of a dragon with glimmering scales. He's going to burn out in the next few exchanges, he might as well really make them count. He's going to pour what's left of his energy into the last three attacks.] I have to thank you, I learned a bit of a lesson today! So, this time.

Show me how you attack, will you?

I saw it coming.

[ He speaks that seriously; it seems that he was manipulating his moves in such a fashion to get it to this point. Not that he would openly say that, of course. But he nods in response to his question, forming yet another stance; this time one of a person who's well practiced in kendo. ]

But alright, I'll give you what you want. [ And within the next few seconds, he's already running, faster than ever. He can't use Dunamis too heavily, and he's only used about a third of it by allowing his objects to dissipate after only a few seconds.

It's a sound tactic, but it won't last him very long, personally, so he'll just have to rely on his own skills. Hopefully he'll get a chance to toss him. ]

[Seconds slide by and time seems to stretch out. Or maybe that's just his tiredness talking. Komaeda watches Hinata close in. It's a little frustrating to work this hard to achieve his level of mastery and Hinata sails over it by remembering something. But that isn't his fault. And he will feel a little less worried now that the other can properly protect himself.

A person's life is like a star in the night sky.

Yes, he can agree with his master there. When Hinata's within ten feet he draws the power of his hopes into his body. Whatever the first strike is he moves swiftly to block it while stepping back. His movements are fluid and he is very visibly relaxed. He has hit that point of focus where his body and mind are in tune with one another. First exchange started.]

[ This is bad, but not immensely so. Again, he switches stances, this time moving into karate as he aims his fist towards Komaeda's stomach with one hand before swiftly kicking his right side, hoping that he doesn't miss this time. ]

[This time he only dances back just barely in time. He can tell he's already starting to slow down. He doesn't bother to attack or block two attacks. Instead while Hinata still has his body off balance he kicks out at the side of the leg he's standing on and withdraws. Further away. The less he moves the better and the longer he can keep from burn out.]

Komaeda.

[ Hinata's voice is stern and while he is still in proper form, he's already noticed him slowing down. ]

Maybe we should stop here.

[He only gives Hinata a defiant glare. It's a greater insult to his pride to stop here than it would be for him to be defeated. Komaeda makes a beckoning gesture from his defensive stance. He knows he's going to lose but he'll do it with his diginity intact, thank you.]

[...]

[ This is what he gets for actually caring. Of fucking course. Fine, have it your way, Komaeda. Sighing, he just simply nods before getting into stance again. He's serious this time. No holding back the punches (literally). Because he's going to attempt to toss him again.

Attempt being the key word here. ]

[It isn't that he doesn't appreciate the caring. It actually makes his stupid heart beat that much faster. But the first time he was useful and felt real control over what happened to him has been in combat. Also the principal of the thing. As he predicts, he's too slow dodge the grab this time. But he has one last trick up his sleeve.

His back hits the stone wall and protests his nearly half a year long love affair with walls. While the pain makes him hiss through his teeth, he transfers what is left of his power into his right hand. If he times this right he can get one last strike in. It won't turn the tide. But he'll have fought with all he had.]

[ Of course, Hinata can see it coming from miles away, and he feigns a punch to the left when in reality, he plans to catch the right hand that Komaeda is attempting to throw at him.

That's... enough, isn't it? ]

[Correction. Right fist. He had times it damn near perfectly. He even used the wall behind him for leverage. It didn't work and the space he can fight in has shrank to nothing. His opponent is almost right up against him. He can't even kick out if he wanted to. It's a bit distracting.

Komaeda looks at Hinata's eyes and lets his head fall, hair obscuring his face as he breathes hard with every exhale. With a soft, breathy laugh as Ultimate Luck says right in Hinata's ear.] I. Give.

[He smiles slightly as he draws back to take a little space for himself.] Thank you for the interesting fight. Truly, I enjoyed that immensly! [He looks up, making eye contact.] Did you?

Edited 2016-05-06 14:58 (UTC)

[ He finds his cheeks growing a bright pink as he takes a step back, away from Komaeda, rubbing at the nape of his neck as he goes to grab his shinai. ]

Maybe just a little.

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