Seeing Zaaz running in his direction with his body very inclined, his hands almost touching the ground, in a very bestial way. Martre raised the sword in his shoulders line, in a position ready to react to any of his opponent attacks.
Zaaz jumped in Martre, with his arms positions of being ready to do a cross cut. Martre smirked at Zaaz actions and did a horizontal cut in where Zaaz will be in instants. When his sword was near cutting his scales, Zaaz disappeared from Martre vision, he felt a pain on his arm that was holding the sword, before he could understand the situation, a burden on his back made Martre fell with with his face on the ground.
Martre was too close and many people on the crowd haven't the capacity, to understand or see what Zaaz did. Korvaurora was one of those unable of see it in details, she just saw Zaaz suddenly get higher and quickly get down in Martre body. This inability bothers her. Korvaurora looked to Yasmin and shouted, "How he avoided that attack?"
Yasmin was one of those cheering, she was even one of the louders. Yasmin stopped what she was doing as soon as she heard Korvaurora, looked her friend upside down and shouted, "Ohh! Of course, Yasmin an Alzawarif knew what happened in a fight".
Korvaurora looked at her friend with a face that say 'Yes, I know that you know'. Seeing this Yasmin sighed and shouted, "Ok, I will tell you Korva! but too be clearly, this is racisms!"
She alignment her imaginary glasses and said in only one breath, "When he was on air, Zaaz took advantage of the new guy attention on his claws and slapped the ground with his tail. The reason why he didn't flew away from his opponent, was because he grabbed Martre right arm, and did a arm lock on it... ah haah... Happy know?", in the end of her sentence she needed some air.
Korvaurora kissed Yasmin forehead and shouted, "I knew that I could count with you. My favorite cute lizard"
"Ye! Ye! I am amazing, I know", said Yasmin, cleaning her forehead.
Back on the fight, Martre is incapable of move his arms or stand up. An unnecessary loud voice come from behind him "Hahahahihii! Naive! Too naive!". Zaaz put his mouth near Martre ears and said slowly with a serious tone, "I saw your smug smirk, you really thought that I would jump in the air without a away of avoid your attacks? What part of me being a martial artist didn't came inside of head?".
Martre face was red, hr said in low voice, "You sly bastard, you deceived me".
"Deceiving is a intrinsic part of a fight, you need to always have in mind that everything that you know about your enemy is a lie... At least is this what I do, Haahahahahh!!!", said Zaaz.
"His tail entwined one leg of mine and the other he is putting his body weight on it. Argh, how much his little guy weighs?" thought Martre. He saw one part of Zaaz body where his free hand could grab, and get rid of this situation.
"Argh! Sharp!!", shouted Martre.
With Martre struggles show themself being futile, Zaaz laghed, "Hahahah did you thought that i would sharp my scales just to look cool? Hahahahhaha. You are too self-confident to someone soo inexperienced"
Zaaz put more strength on where he was holding the arm, this made Martre grunt. Zaaz said, "Just because you saw me using claws to attack early it don't mean that this is mine forte. My father fighting style is Caiman Roll, and Caiman Roll stronger part is it submission moves".
"When Zaaz did an antagonist course, to explain his abilities and do a speech like that?!!", thought Korvaurora.
Zaaz said near Martre ear, "Like you said before. Why don't give up already?".
Martre who was staring his left arm bleeding, hearing what Zaaz said, he frowned and stretched his arm, landed it on the ground and said, "Because I can't be defeated heeere!". A Green Magic circle appears in front of Martre left arm. Driishh!. Roots emerge from the ground and go in the direction of Zaaz head.
Zaaz seeing the roots, rised a little Martre body and put it between him and the roots. Yet they avoid Martre body and still trying to pierce his head. Zaaz jumped away from Martre and did two back flips. Two meter away from it base, the roots couldn't stretch anymore and just fell on the floor, collapsed by it own weight.
Now free, Martre stand up and try catch his sword but his arm didn't answered, he look closer and it was a bit out of place. Zaaz who was away from him said, "Didn't I told it to you too? I'm too forgetful. Caiman Roll besides submission techniques, teach you how to displace each bone of a body with easy".
The duo stared each other by some seconds, Zaaz spited a bit of blood and said, "Hey those roots made a little hole in my tongue. I didn't know that you are capable of cast a spell".
Martre grinned and said, "You need to assume that all that you know about your opponent is a lie".
Zaaz showed his fangs in a big smile, saying, "You learn fast".
Martre cathed the sword with his left hand, and did some swings. "It's not the ideal, but somehow will work". He took a deep breath, made a solemn face.
"You showed yourself worth of my family sword art.", said Martre.
"I'm honored. But Caiman Roll is the strongest fighting style.", said Zaaz.
Zaaz and Martre continued their fight. Early Zaaz was attacking and Martre was controlling his space and trying to land one hit. Now Martre has a new impetus, every attack that he make connected with the next, yet now Zaaz avoid and somehow could get closer to him, even on range of his attacks. Zaaz was having a hard time with Martre chained combo.
When Martre made mistake, Zaaz take took advantage of this and came close to him almost grabbing his last good hand, but Martre made an half side step avoid it and made a small cut in his opponent arm. Feeling his body a little heavier, Zaaz thought, "Where he cuted me, my muscles became dormant. Those vines that he planted in his sword must have did this".
"Seems that I need to end this quick", said Zaaz.
"Indeed", said Martre with a smile.
After some time the result became obvious. Martre momentum only grew while is opponent became slower. Zaaz strugled against it, but it was too much to his body, he fell on the ground, without breath, "For Algera sakes! This technique is a pain on the ass! My body don't answer me... ah.. ah... I can't fight anymore".
Martre come near him, cleaning the sweet on his forehead and said, "This was a good fight, i learned a lot. Thank you for the challenge".
"I was right, it was a good fight. Hehehehe! How is your name newbie?", said Zaaz.
"My name is Martre... Weren't you on the class early when I introduced myself?", said Martre, giving his hand to help him to raise.
"My name is Zaaz. You did it? Probably i was sleeping Hahaha", laughed off Zaaz.
Mike arrived on the arena and said aloud, "This match the winner was Martre. Good fight boys, but unfortunately i can't let you both continue in this spar tournament", he looked aside and appointed to some students, "Take those two to the nursery".
"Ok", said a student.
"Ahh, why me?", said other student.
After their fight the audience calmed down. The next ones were pretty boring, with the duo incapacitated, the winner of the class was an human girl with her magic, but she wasn't Korvaurora, who in the end didn't even participated. Korvaurora stayed quiet all the nexts fights, in deep thoughts.
...
Getting out of the school, Korvaurora was chit chatting with her friend, at the corner of her eye she saw Martre alone on a tree, avoiding Zaaz who was all bandaged looking for him.The only sign of his fight on Martre body was some fabrics that help him not move his dislocated arm. Korvaurora thought, "Apparently his regeneration has a limit..."
She still needing refund his attack on her from early, what she knew that probably is impossible. But what bothers her more, is that he made a weird thought in her mind be born, one that gave her a bad taste in her mouth. Martre was murmuring something only to himself, but Korvaurora could hear, "I almost lost today to someone of my age, I need to train harder. How i can avenge they if i'm weak like this?"
Korvaurora buffed, stopped looking at him, and said to herself, "Edgy~~... ".
...
Opening her house door, Korvaurora saw a woman with dark skin, black hair tied in ponytail, taking out a lab coat that she was wearing. The woman seeing Korvaurora, smiled and said, "How was my lil crow day?".
Korvaurora took the bag off her back and put it in a hanger near the door, saying, "If I would explain in one word... was weird".
"Weird is good, it's interesting. Usually an adult life is only monotonous", said the woman.
Korvauvora giggled and said, "It's a positive way of see it. And how was your experiment?".
"Oh my! You are curious about my life? Who are you and what you did to my daughter?", said Korvaurora's mom. Seeing Korvaurora looking her with a plain expression, she continued, "The results was what we expected. More three months of monitoring and test and we can call it a success".
"Science is a work big and pay little thing, you should had became a businesswoman", said Korvaurora.
"Nah! that would be boring", said Korvaurora's mom.
A voice came deeper from the house, what made Korvaurora roll her eyes, "Am I hearing my two favorite voice in this world?".
"Sonya come here the news are talking about a puppy that ate a living snake. He is so cute", said Louis.
"i'm Comin~~!", said Korvaurora's mom, Sonya.
Looking her mom start to walk away, Korvauroa took of her throat what was troubling her, "Mom wait! Do you think that is possible exist a protagonist, like one on those hero stories, in real life?".
Sonya stopped, turned around, and said, "I would need to know more about why you are asking it, to be able of give you a more accurate answer...", hearing it Korvaurora body stiffened. Yet her mom continued, smiled, put her hand on her chin, saying, "But I think that is unlikely, a protagonist would need challenges and fate defying moments to develop. Our world is too uninteresting to be a story, at least one with a hero".
"True... I'm thinking to much", murmured Korvaurora, she smiled and said, "Mainly here in Drumbea is unlikely. The last case of serious crime was a bank robbing two years ago".
Occupying the space left by Korvaurora phrase. From the living room the voice of one journalist from the TV is heard in all the house, "...chaos! Eight childrens are missing and three are founded dead in the interior town of Drumbea...".
"God da#@!", said Korvaurora.