Mist Master went next, yet somehow performed even worse. When the round started, he immediately shifted into mist.
"I've seen your combo videos, and you'll never defeat me! I am immune to physical attack in this form!
CRACK!
An electrically charged whip lashed at him, dispersing the mist in all directions. He continued taunting, and she continued dispersing him. When he finally filled the room's entirety, the situation shifted. His heavily distorted voice came from all directions at one, saying
"Ugh! I'm gonna be sick!"
The mist contracted back to the center of the arena, where it formed into a now vomiting mist master.
"you're suffering the aftershock of power over-exertion. Yield now, or the lashings shall continue,"
COUGH! COUGH! "I yield!" COUGH!
Matches resumed after taking him away on a stretcher, and cleaning the arena. Just like in the exams, the bomb user went next.
She went with the hero name "Betty Beep-Boop-Bang," and her costume was clearly inspired by 50's housewife fashion magazines. Her hand, currently raised, held a device which only superficially resembled a rolling pin, as the other new heroes can attest.
"I would like to say some words before we begin, is that alright?"
"Of course not! Do you think this is high school? This is the battlefield, missy," Drill-bit shouted. The problem was that the VIP sitting behind him immediately undercut his statement.
"Be quick," the John replied in a curt manner.
"I never thought I would get the chance to meet you so soon after getting my license. When my siblings and I played all star league, I was the only one who ever picked you! You are an inspiration to the powerless everywhere! So what if Captain cosmonaut is handsomer!"
The S-Class hero's stern mood briefly melted, until he heard the last bit.
"Hmph! Beat up my sidekick if you want an autograph or something!"
"Really!?! I was just going to forfeit after saying that, but If I can get an autograph... Can I fetch my bag in the corner, real quick?"
Drill-bit attempted to decline her request, only for the John to step in again.
"Hurry up, and make the delay worth it!"
"You won't be disappointed, sir!"
"Why don't you be the referee, then," he imagined himself yelling at the both of them.
She rushed over to a nearby backpack, pulling out a thick apron and some garters. After slipping everything on, the bomber girl returned to the arena.
Drill sergeant Drill-bit, not wanting to give her another chance to interrupt, immediately shouted
"BEGIN!"
Mistress Stunlock lashed out, her whip now glowing from the sheer amount of electricity coursing through it. To everyone's surprise, however, Betty pressed forward.
She charged like a mad bull, her arms tucked to guard either side of her head. Being powerless, she was hit fairly quickly; it left a huge gash on her forearm, and Betty's body went stiff.
Seeing this, Mistress Stunlock dropped her whip and charged as well. Her fists, rapidly extending forward, crackled with electricity.
"Ugh! Gotcha," Betty shouted while falling to the floor. A previously frozen hand suddenly shot into her apron pocket, and out flew a small can.
BOOOM!
A cloud of noxious purple smoke filled the area of the explosion. Betty staggered to her feet, holding the rolling pin in two hands.
CA-THUNK!
She cocked the rolling pin and, like an M203, a grenade popped out the front. It flew in a beautiful arc, exploding amidst the haze.
BOOM!
But one clearly was not enough; the madness in her eyes wouldn't settle for just a single blast. She rapidly cocked the rolling pin, emptying it of grenades after 7 pumps.
She then tossed it aside and, with both hands, reached to the garters on her legs. From them she grabbed micro-grenades the size of crochet needles, and caused 10 more explosions.
Finally, she tore the apron off and threw that; It was an EMP charge, knocking out all power in the room.
"Haaaaa... Haaa.... Judge, can you rule if she's in shape to fight? I can't see, and I don't want to be blamed for excessive fire."
"Oh that was excessive, alright," The John interjected.
"But I think you've earned your autograph. Thanks to you, she finally mastered a tricky technique!"
"What?"
The emergency generator kicked in, restoring lights to the training hall. At the epicenter of the blast, barely standing atop melted concrete, was Mistress Stunlock. Her figure had never looked sorrier, covered in cuts and bruises. Her once intimidating costume was now in tatters, revealing the rubber one piece swimsuit underneath it.
Logan took a step back. Her once inquisitive eyes now shined with revelation!
"So electricity can be used that way too..."
She struggled to raise her hand, but made the complex current flowing from it look easy.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The fluorescent lights above them exploded, as the energy within them turned into lightning before everyone's eyes. Like a malevolent demon rejecting their summoner, the bolts fell towards Mistress Stunlock. But, instead of finishing her off, they rejuvenating the woman with each strike.
3 bolts... 5 bolts... 10 bolts struck in less than a second. She was completely healed!
13 bolts... 27 bolts... 50 bolts struck the next second. The young woman's entire body radiated with crackling sparks.
Out of ammo, Betty did the only thing she could.
"I surre..."
She couldn't statement, because a fist had suddenly slammed against her diaphragm. Mistress Stunlock stood before her, and Logan got to see just how she earned that name.
A fist to the kidney, an elbow to the back of the neck, a kick to the groin, and uppercuts to both breasts. her strikes fell similar to the bolts earlier, with each blow buying time for the next; all at the cost of Betty's stunned visage.
"Okay, okay. That's enough, Lynn."
She pulled back a hammer fist about to drop on the poor girl's chin.
"Yes, Dmitri!"
Her attitude was night and day when whispering to Betty, though, despite using the same robotic inflection.
"That's what you get for hitting on master. Just wait till you see the punishment for handshakes and hugs!"