The combat class wasn't very interesting, Professor McCloy was a good teacher, it's just Xavier didn't find the class that engaging.
Professor McCloy taught them some basic blocks and redirects to use in fights. "Sir, if we will be used at war, why do we learn hand fighting? they will have guns." Number 36 asks, that is a fair question. "Because guns and bullets won't affect you once your training is done, you'll be that powerful." He responds.
He drags a chair over, and sits down. He grabs a box of cigarettes, he takes one out and places it in his mouth, he lights it with the lighter he grabbed out of his pocket, then placing the lighter back into the pocket. He smokes it for a couple seconds before slamming the bud into the ashtray on his desk. He claps his hands together, "So! Time to use this ring shall we?" He stands up and rummages through files on his desk, "Where did I leave it…" he grabs a cup "Ah! I prepared this cup earlier!", he scurries back to the chair, he sits down, "And the first person issssssss…" He rummages through the cup, he pulls out a small piece of paper, he unfolds it and reads it, "Number 17! WHy don't you get into the ring for me?" He does the same thing, reading the new piece of paper, "Number 22!" It was an insane coincidence, but Xavier just feels bad for 22.
"Okay!" McCloy claps his hands together, "I want you two to fight with the techniques I've taught you today, I will give you a mark out of 10. Now if you win but still have terrible technique, you would get like a 2 or 3, same as if you lose but have amazing technique, you will get a 9 or 8. The fight will last for a minute, unless someone gets knocked out, and the other kids will decide who won, do you understand?" "Yes, Sir" 17 and 22 respond. "3, 2, 1…"
"Go!" 22 runs in, he throws a jab with his right hand, 17 easily dodges the sloppy jab, he responds with a punch straight to 22s nose. "¡Joder! ¡Que te jodan, perra!" 22 shouts out, 22 goes for a kick to 17s head, 17 ducks and trips 22, who falls on the ground. 17 gets on top of him, landing 3 punches to 22s face before 22 manages to get 17 off of him.
22s nose is bleeding, he also has a busted lip. "¡Te voy a joder!" 22 throws another punch, 17 redirects it, managing to land a massive punch to 22s face. 22 recoils but 17 kicks him in the face, 22 falls onto the ground, 17 climbs on top of him.
"10 Seconds!"
17 punches 22s face too many times to count, but his face becomes mangled, with around 20 cuts making his face completely red with blood, his face swollen you can barely make out any features, as well as having a tooth missing.
"Stop!" McCloy shouts out, he runs in to check on 22, who is still conscious, just coughing up blood. Paramedics rush in and take him away. McCloy, clearly shaken, says, "17 gets a 10/10, 22 gets a 2/10." He rummages through the cup again, and pulls out another piece of paper, "And the next one to go against 17 is… 1!"
"Wait, Sir, I have to fight him!? His fight is already over!" Xavier protests, "I don't make the rules kid, get in the ring. "빌어먹을 바보" [Fucking Stupid] Xavier mutters under his breath. He gets into the ring, 17 wipes the blood off of his knuckles.
"Go!" They both just stare at each other, not making a move, but finally after 5 seconds Xavier goes for a punch. 17 dodges, 17 tries to trip Xavier, Xavier reads this and jumps up, dodging the attempt. 17 tries to punch him while he's coming down from the jump, Xavier moves his head, Xavier takes this opportunity to try and kick 17s head, but 17 ducks under this.
They both retreat to opposite corners of the ring, the clock hits 40 seconds left and they both charge in. They both throw a couple of punches which they both block, 17 throws a jab, Xavier goes to block, but it was a feint, 17s fist slams into Xavier's skull.
Xavier falls onto the ground, but he plants his hands on the floor and jumps back up. He wipes away the blood trickling from his nose. There is now 30 seconds left, 17 rushes in throwing a hail of punches, Xavier manages to block them but 17 goes for a roundhouse kick, this catches Xavier off guard, the kick connects and Xavier is flung into the floor.
17 jumps on top of Xavier, 17 punches Xavier's face so hard it damages the floor beneath him. Xavier kicks 17 off of himself, he propels himself off of the ground, he kicks 17 in the chest. 17 bounces off the ropes, only to be met by Xavier punching him in the face.
17 trips, but grabs Xavier's arm, pulling him to the floor with him. 17 flips onto Xavier's back, holding him in a lock. Xavier pushes off the ground, and manages to stand up, causing 17 to fall off of his back. Xavier kicks 17, who is on the ground, in the head.
17 spins to the other side of the ring, Xavier keeps up the pace, he lands a powerful punch to 17s face. 17 trips Xavier, he gets on top of Xavier, landing 3 punches on Xavier's face, now bleeding profusely.
Xavier punches 17 in the face, 17 retreats. They both square off, holding their guards up while looking at each other from opposite sides of the ring.
"10 Seconds!"
They both charge in, they both go for a jab with their right, 17s connects, but Xavier's doesn't because of his short stature. Xavier manages to block the next punch, Xavier kicks 17 in the head, 17 falls back but Xavier pushes forwards, Xavier lands another punch to 17s head. With 2 seconds left 17 goes for a punch, and Xavier a kick, both of their attacks connect, and they both fall to the ground, unconscious.
McCloy looks on, flabbergasted, "D-draw… 17 gets another 10/10, 1 gets a 10/10."