Post by Colton Deraine on Aug 14, 2019 21:44:04 GMT -5
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Bravery is believing in yourself, and that's one thing nobody can teach you.
Shadecloak was nothing but an opportunist.
Most other teachers would have just shut down the argument in class and went on with their day, even if they knew full well the students would settle it outside of class. The faunus was different and would take the opportunity to take an interpersonal feud and use it as a learning experience for the rest of the class. She didn’t do it all the time or even frequently, but when two students near the top of the class wanted to beat the absolute shit out of each other it was an opportunity for the rest of the class to see why they were at the top.
She would almost certainly be doing play by play for the rest of the class, noting exactly how each party should be approaching the coming fight. In a fight where both combatants were equal, Colton should throw his shield first to bait out the transformation and force Qiu’li to rush him and then beat him back by launching his scabbard with Polarity and keeping his sword in his hand to catch the rush. The caveman was fast and agile, but both of those advantages were forfeit because he had to close into melee range where Colton’s martial arts ability was notably superior. If he tried to stay back and use his pathetic excuse for ranged attacks, he’d be cut down where he stood before a single shot actually hit the former champion.
The truth was, though, that they weren’t equal. They were nowhere close to equal, and anyone pretending otherwise was fucking delusional. Colton had snapped in class when Qiu’li had said some obscenely stupid shit with the fact that his dumb ass deciding that he wanted to surf on top of the fucking train was the reason why they had people almost die on that mission. Someone without the brain cells to understand that the only reason that mission was as hard as it was only due to the fact that the bandits knew in advance there were bodyguards on the train shouldn’t be throwing in their worthless two cents into any discussion on how to conduct a mission – even a hypothetical one. Enabling braindead failures to sit there and waste time talking was harmful to everyone else, frankly, especially when that braindead failure was given a soapbox to leech off of the success of others in order to seem credible.
Oh, but he was part of the super successful Argus Limited mission! Yeah, and an anchor around the necks of everyone just as much as Nikolas was. People got so caught up in shitting on him that they forgot that Qiu’li did just as badly and that Argent’s team had shat the bed as well. Frankly, it pissed him off that the fucking dead weight got as much credibility as those who had actually contributed -- and that the dipshit honestly seemed to believe he did a good enough job there to have an opinion. Letting them fight in public was a bad idea, because this was going to be a burial.
It seemed people forgot who the strongest trainee in this school was, and it was high time for a reminder. Colton didn’t bother to change into his armor and instead simply just came out to the fighting area with his standard Haven Academy uniform and his weapons. A black jacket with a light gray outline around the edges, a white undershirt and a white band around his left arm, with one knife in each boot. The fighting area was a thirty meter by thirty-meter square arena made of thick concrete raised up, and Colton would ascend the stairs with neither his shield flared out nor his sword drawn. He still had his usual metal bracers on underneath his uniform but was well aware of how insulting this looked to everyone involved. He did, however, have something in his hand. It was a smaller object that would be too small for most to make out at that distance.
There was absolutely no reason for him to not put on his armor except to show that he didn’t consider it to be worth his time. He only suited up for threats, after all, and showing up without the armor in the very same locker as his weapons showed quite clearly that he didn’t think Qiu’li was one. When that stupid animal tried to argue with him in class, Colton laughed in his face and called him an animal while shoving the shit off of his desk and onto the ground. That got the mongrel angry, and it made the animal want to fight. Deliberately inciting someone with two brain cells was easy, and the end result was the brunette getting gifted exactly what he wanted.
There was a timer set up on the scoreboard that was used for scenarios sometimes that was running, and it still had about twenty seconds left on it. Colton would make physical contact with both his shield and his sword and let Polarity hold them in the air as he manipulated the object in his hands that was revealed to be a fold out chair and set it up to lounge in the chair while he waited. There was no particular noise that happened when the timer ran out to train people to pay attention to their surroundings, but the Argus native fully intended on humiliating his opponent. Qiu’li could choose to stay in place, but that would just provoke laughter at the cowardice more than anything else.
Colton was just going to sit in the chair, recline backwards with his right foot on his left knee and wait to be charged. There was nothing else he could do in this situation, because not only had Colton come out without his armor – he came out with a fold out chair to sit in while he let his semblance run the chimp over. He did reach into his pocket to take out his real secret weapon for the fight, though, and that secret weapon was a can of cold coffee that he got from the vending machine on the way there. There was a nonzero chance that Qiu’li’s spine had turned to jello during the walk outside and they’d just be staring at each other for a while, so he needed to be prepared if that was the case. Cracking the can open and taking a sip as the timer ran out, the brunette would launch both of his weapons one after the other in different directions and taking different angles once the chimp charged.
He would activate the dust on both his shield and sword if either impacted his enemy in order to increase the damage dealt. The fact of the matter was that Qiu’li was completely worthless without his semblance, so he needed to get beat up a bit to make sure his semblance turned on. He wouldn’t be able to dodge either attack very well and needed to be damaged in order to activate it in the first place. By staggering the attacks he aimed to catch the idiot with two successive attacks before he could turn on the transformation and thus waste the mongrel before he got the opportunity to even turn his semblance on. He wasn’t durable enough to survive both attacks in his base form, and Colton knew that. That was why he went through all the trouble of making it as obvious as possible just how far the invertebrate who had just barely grasped third-grade language skills after six months was from being a threat to the best the school had to offer. Just because Qiu’li had to come close to have even the slightest chance against him didn’t mean he needed to just let him do so, and it didn’t mean that Colton needed to even pretend like the backwoods trash posed a threat to him in any way, shape, or form.
While it was true that he had lost his shit momentarily earlier, that didn’t mean that he was going to come out there and back down even in the slightest. In fact, he would triple down and make the mongrel sit there and seethe and froth at the mouth even more from the master class in disrespect being displayed here today. Arrogance was nothing new for Colton, frankly, but he would at least humor the enemy in almost all circumstances. Even against people physically incapable of hurting him like Evangeline, Colton would at least show them enough respect to put his hands up and get into a fighting stance. That was all thrown out the window for the first time here, because the fact of the matter was that trash needed to know their place.
If people tried to emulate the mindset of this chimp, then they would die. Colton didn’t just need to win, he needed to completely destroy every shred of credibility this animal would ever have by swatting him aside like an insect. The coward had been avoiding fighting him for months, but this was the day that the former champion had finally baited him into doing it. It might not have been entirely on purpose, but he was never one to turn down an opportunity to accomplish something he wanted to do regardless of how that opportunity came about. Sometimes one’s entire self-image needed to be burned to ash before they could finally take a good look in the mirror, and it looked like he was the guy for the job in this case.
There was nothing more annoying than backwoods trash thinking that just because their strong semblance carried them into a Big Four Academy it made them an authority on anything, after all.
Most other teachers would have just shut down the argument in class and went on with their day, even if they knew full well the students would settle it outside of class. The faunus was different and would take the opportunity to take an interpersonal feud and use it as a learning experience for the rest of the class. She didn’t do it all the time or even frequently, but when two students near the top of the class wanted to beat the absolute shit out of each other it was an opportunity for the rest of the class to see why they were at the top.
She would almost certainly be doing play by play for the rest of the class, noting exactly how each party should be approaching the coming fight. In a fight where both combatants were equal, Colton should throw his shield first to bait out the transformation and force Qiu’li to rush him and then beat him back by launching his scabbard with Polarity and keeping his sword in his hand to catch the rush. The caveman was fast and agile, but both of those advantages were forfeit because he had to close into melee range where Colton’s martial arts ability was notably superior. If he tried to stay back and use his pathetic excuse for ranged attacks, he’d be cut down where he stood before a single shot actually hit the former champion.
The truth was, though, that they weren’t equal. They were nowhere close to equal, and anyone pretending otherwise was fucking delusional. Colton had snapped in class when Qiu’li had said some obscenely stupid shit with the fact that his dumb ass deciding that he wanted to surf on top of the fucking train was the reason why they had people almost die on that mission. Someone without the brain cells to understand that the only reason that mission was as hard as it was only due to the fact that the bandits knew in advance there were bodyguards on the train shouldn’t be throwing in their worthless two cents into any discussion on how to conduct a mission – even a hypothetical one. Enabling braindead failures to sit there and waste time talking was harmful to everyone else, frankly, especially when that braindead failure was given a soapbox to leech off of the success of others in order to seem credible.
Oh, but he was part of the super successful Argus Limited mission! Yeah, and an anchor around the necks of everyone just as much as Nikolas was. People got so caught up in shitting on him that they forgot that Qiu’li did just as badly and that Argent’s team had shat the bed as well. Frankly, it pissed him off that the fucking dead weight got as much credibility as those who had actually contributed -- and that the dipshit honestly seemed to believe he did a good enough job there to have an opinion. Letting them fight in public was a bad idea, because this was going to be a burial.
It seemed people forgot who the strongest trainee in this school was, and it was high time for a reminder. Colton didn’t bother to change into his armor and instead simply just came out to the fighting area with his standard Haven Academy uniform and his weapons. A black jacket with a light gray outline around the edges, a white undershirt and a white band around his left arm, with one knife in each boot. The fighting area was a thirty meter by thirty-meter square arena made of thick concrete raised up, and Colton would ascend the stairs with neither his shield flared out nor his sword drawn. He still had his usual metal bracers on underneath his uniform but was well aware of how insulting this looked to everyone involved. He did, however, have something in his hand. It was a smaller object that would be too small for most to make out at that distance.
There was absolutely no reason for him to not put on his armor except to show that he didn’t consider it to be worth his time. He only suited up for threats, after all, and showing up without the armor in the very same locker as his weapons showed quite clearly that he didn’t think Qiu’li was one. When that stupid animal tried to argue with him in class, Colton laughed in his face and called him an animal while shoving the shit off of his desk and onto the ground. That got the mongrel angry, and it made the animal want to fight. Deliberately inciting someone with two brain cells was easy, and the end result was the brunette getting gifted exactly what he wanted.
There was a timer set up on the scoreboard that was used for scenarios sometimes that was running, and it still had about twenty seconds left on it. Colton would make physical contact with both his shield and his sword and let Polarity hold them in the air as he manipulated the object in his hands that was revealed to be a fold out chair and set it up to lounge in the chair while he waited. There was no particular noise that happened when the timer ran out to train people to pay attention to their surroundings, but the Argus native fully intended on humiliating his opponent. Qiu’li could choose to stay in place, but that would just provoke laughter at the cowardice more than anything else.
Colton was just going to sit in the chair, recline backwards with his right foot on his left knee and wait to be charged. There was nothing else he could do in this situation, because not only had Colton come out without his armor – he came out with a fold out chair to sit in while he let his semblance run the chimp over. He did reach into his pocket to take out his real secret weapon for the fight, though, and that secret weapon was a can of cold coffee that he got from the vending machine on the way there. There was a nonzero chance that Qiu’li’s spine had turned to jello during the walk outside and they’d just be staring at each other for a while, so he needed to be prepared if that was the case. Cracking the can open and taking a sip as the timer ran out, the brunette would launch both of his weapons one after the other in different directions and taking different angles once the chimp charged.
He would activate the dust on both his shield and sword if either impacted his enemy in order to increase the damage dealt. The fact of the matter was that Qiu’li was completely worthless without his semblance, so he needed to get beat up a bit to make sure his semblance turned on. He wouldn’t be able to dodge either attack very well and needed to be damaged in order to activate it in the first place. By staggering the attacks he aimed to catch the idiot with two successive attacks before he could turn on the transformation and thus waste the mongrel before he got the opportunity to even turn his semblance on. He wasn’t durable enough to survive both attacks in his base form, and Colton knew that. That was why he went through all the trouble of making it as obvious as possible just how far the invertebrate who had just barely grasped third-grade language skills after six months was from being a threat to the best the school had to offer. Just because Qiu’li had to come close to have even the slightest chance against him didn’t mean he needed to just let him do so, and it didn’t mean that Colton needed to even pretend like the backwoods trash posed a threat to him in any way, shape, or form.
While it was true that he had lost his shit momentarily earlier, that didn’t mean that he was going to come out there and back down even in the slightest. In fact, he would triple down and make the mongrel sit there and seethe and froth at the mouth even more from the master class in disrespect being displayed here today. Arrogance was nothing new for Colton, frankly, but he would at least humor the enemy in almost all circumstances. Even against people physically incapable of hurting him like Evangeline, Colton would at least show them enough respect to put his hands up and get into a fighting stance. That was all thrown out the window for the first time here, because the fact of the matter was that trash needed to know their place.
If people tried to emulate the mindset of this chimp, then they would die. Colton didn’t just need to win, he needed to completely destroy every shred of credibility this animal would ever have by swatting him aside like an insect. The coward had been avoiding fighting him for months, but this was the day that the former champion had finally baited him into doing it. It might not have been entirely on purpose, but he was never one to turn down an opportunity to accomplish something he wanted to do regardless of how that opportunity came about. Sometimes one’s entire self-image needed to be burned to ash before they could finally take a good look in the mirror, and it looked like he was the guy for the job in this case.
There was nothing more annoying than backwoods trash thinking that just because their strong semblance carried them into a Big Four Academy it made them an authority on anything, after all.
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