Mathew had taken me to the combat hall, after asking to follow him to which I agreed. "Why did you bring me here dude", I asked. I didn't know what exactly he wanted, but im not in the mood for it.
"You know, I heard that you're quite the resilient one, with quite a unique ability. Just wanted to see if we could battle…see who comes on top", his voice echoed through the room as he walked further into it.
I drooled my eyes and scoffed, "You followed me to the roof, just to ask me to fight with you? You really are a weirdo huh".
He smiled at me and then began to scratch his head, refusing to answer to respond to me.
"Well, whatever, the answer is no I'm not interested in fighting you," I replied walking to war the exit door. I didn't have time for this, after all, today was my designated break day.
"So you're just scared huh? I mean it is, only normal to be scared when you see someone as powerful as me" his arms were now folded tightly around his broad chest.
Was this dude on drugs or something? Because I really did not get him.
"Im not twelve you idiot, get over yourself. I'm not fighting you". I shot back quickly.
Suddenly, Mathew ran towards me and held my hand with his. Wich by the way we're quite small compared to his. "I won't let you go until you say yes," he said, holding me even tighter.
I rolled my eyes at him…. This dude needed to get checked out. Now though I actually felt like punching him in the face. So I decided to honor his request.
"Sure dude let's get this over with", I sighed out of frustration.
He looked overjoyed, was this dude a masochist or something? Why was he so elated at the thought of fighting?
"Ok weirdo, I don't have all day"
Whoever wrote my lines is a lot-witted bastard I thought to myself as I got in a position to fight.
I grabbed the discs from my side purse, my chakrams were now let out. He too positioned himself in a fighting stance, from his bag he brought out a piece of thin thread.
"Seems like we both use strange weapons huh?" he asked while chuckling to himself.
It seemed so I thought to myself.
The air became quiet, none of us had made a move yet. I wouldn't be the one to make the first move though, I didn't know what his ability was. Additionally, if he was telling the truth about being in class, then he most definitely knows what my ability is. After all, I use it to open the door and eat some Sometimes I'd have to learn to work on that.
Finely Mathew made a move, he stretched his string towards me, with precision. I quickly dodged the attack, which left it to bang against the walls. The wall had a visible scratch now… and it wasn't a small one. I had obviously underestimated this weapon. My guard was up now.
"He that's not fair, you're small you can doge faster than I can", he chuckled. I paid him no mind. As long as I rendered him unable to fight I win.
I jumped into the air, my hands crossed between each other as I skillfully threw my chakrams towards him. They approached him swiftly, cutting through the air with accuracy. I didn't put too much power into the throw, I wasn't trying to hurt the guy.
As my chakrams neared him, his red eyes began to glow. He swayed his finger upwards, and then the shadow under him manifested into some sort of dark shield. My chakram rebounded against me and began heading back toward me.
Quickly I caught them and began to run toward him, if I couldn't get him from afar I'd get him up close. I got close to him very quickly, I had become white fast after working a it on my speed.
As I raised my hands to strike with the chakrams, I felt my stomach begin to push backward. My face scrunched up in unbelievable pain. I looked downward, to see his fist was now coasted in the same shadow thing that he had made a shield out of.
My body was quickly thrown backward. I cured myself, undeniable pain written all over my body. "Are you crazy dude!! This is meant to be a friendly spar". I screamed out in pain.
He began to chuckle like the idiotic manic he was, "I never said that now did I?".
He let out his price of thread and coated it whatever that shadow thing was, now he was able to control it so easily. All it took was a flick of his wrist. He was not banging against me intently. No sign of remorse or shame in sight… this dude was sick.
I mustered up the strength to lengthen my hair, it stretched out quickly enveloping me and protecting me.
I could hear him cackling from outside, "Oh don't hide now, things are really just getting interesting".
I had to muster up the strength to do something. I manipulated my hair quickly, utilizing them to propel me toward the other side of the room. I unraveled myself from my hair and quickly used my quality link.
My hair swiftly stretched towards its scaly and rooted itself in, I detached my hair quickly. I manipulated the hair on his head quickly, wrapping it around his own body and restraining him. To ease the pain on my scalp I transferred all the pain my scalp was feeling to his head.
He screamed in pain, "What the hell are you doing to my hair, it hurts, stop!"
I couldn't help but chuckle, "You can't take just a little of the pain this ability causes me huh? You're weak".
I threw my chakrams towards him, and they slid through his skin, making intentional cuts that caused him to cry out loud.
The hair that I had rooted in his hair died, forcing me to lose control over his hair.
He had to chuckle to himself on the ground…it was almost a show of true insanity. Was this really the boy that had just addressed me a few minutes ago?
Suddenly that dark shadow looms over him, and his body begins to shake vigorously. He lifted his head and all I could see were his blood-red eyes.