Round 1: Fight! Lon Huxley vs. Dirk Cjelly

It's the first day of the spring tournament! The sun is shining, the flowers are blooming and the roar from the battle arena can be heard all over the castle. Students have been welcomed to participate in the Spring Tournament for the glory of their dorm and to show of their skills in combat with powers.

It is early in the day as students and teachers alike wait for the first match to begin. In the middle of the battle arena a large and expansive stage has been raised in the center - the only two ways to enter it being on opposite sides by stairs. Up high as well are posts for the teachers to stand in, to supervise the fight in case it gets to out of hand. All around the battle arena, the students of Foresta cheer to see the first match of the day.

Near the entrance of the battle arena is a check in for the competitors. Once the competitors check in they are assigned a side of the stage and have a table next to the stairs full of water bottles for before they go up and fight.

The fight will be finished when either student is knocked unconscious or incapable of fighting anymore.


IN CHARACTER RULES
1.) Do not throw the other student off the tournament stage.
2.) Do not attempt to kill the other student, this is a tournament meant for fun and exercising your combat skills and powers.
3.) Do not direct your powers at the students in the audience, forfeit will automatically be assumed with a student in the battle arena audience is injured by the competitors.
4.) Do not bring weapons unless it applies to your power! You will be checked at the entrance! This is a fight for you and your power.

OUT OF CHARACTER RULES FOR THIS THREAD
1.) Be realistic! I trust that everyone can, but even mythical beasts and scientific experiments can only take so much damage before being knocked unconscious, etc.

More rules can be added as the thread progresses.

Lastly, this thread is open for everyone to join! Spectators are welcome, please understand that if you join Redgrim and Jinxed are perfectly allowed to skip over you as they continue on with rping their fight if you are taking too long to respond.

Enjoy!

"Sweater, CHECK! Eyes, CHECK!, Fists, CHECK! Brass Knuckles, Check!"

That was the general fight items checkup routine for Dirks routine. 

Dirk, after checking he had everything walked up to the check in counter. He was nervous, he knew he could take on one twelve year old, but he heard some other students that he could multiply into more than one of himself. How would he take on a kid that outnumbers him, but whatever, now wasn't the time. Dirk was wearing a black and white sweater, and marvel sweatpants. He wasn't wearing shoes, reason being was that he just didn't feel comfortable wearing shoes, even the ones that were extremely light, when fighting.

"Dirk Cjelly checking in."

Dirk's name was then checked on the roster and then he was waved into his prep hall, but before he was allowed to leave he was patted down and found his brass knuckles.

"I'm sorry sir, but you cant bring those in" said the person patting Dirk down.

"Fine"

 Dirk handed over his brass knuckles. They were engraved, of course, with the words *knocked out* on them.

"I better not find a scuff on it i swear"

Dirk then sighed and promised himself that he would not slide back into the quiet but insane state that he was in before his failed surgery, if he did, He didn't know what would happen.

"lets do this"

Dirk then walked up the stairway, grabbing a water bottle on the way up and into the stadium.

The squad of squat students strolled into the check in facility, the foursome being patted down for any outside weapons quite quickly and then directed toward the sign in desk. The four very proudly marched over, each of them sporting their Superman t-shirt with pride.

“Lon Huxley”

“And Lon Huxley”

“And Lon Huxley”

“And this guy” the last one introduced as he pointed both his thumbs at himself. One of the other clones promptly smacked him upside the head to break his dumb smirk.

“Signing in” they all said in unison, though one of them had a lower tone due to just recently being smacked and still rubbing the back of his head to prove it. The person at the desk looked somewhat unimpressed and allowed them passage to the stage. One had to wonder why the school allowed such a young student into the ring against much older teens, but then again the boys were no stranger to going out into the woods and pitting themselves against the dangerous wildlife. Not that the staff approved of that either.

The first Lon in line grabbed the water bottle waiting for them, squirting some of the liquid into his mouth and then passing it back to the clone that followed him. The pattern continued until it reached the last in line, who finished it off and tossed it behind him like the garbage it had now become.

The four stood stoically as they entered the ring, starring down their opponent that was only slightly taller than them. Dirk was lucky enough to find the one student at Foresta that was shorter than him. Speaking of which, Lon didn’t know much of anything about his opponent. Perhaps that could be seen as sloppy prep work, but Lon didn’t really have any sources that he could learn more about Dirk from.

Besides Lotte of course, but Lon wasn’t as well associated with the physics teacher as Dirk was. She was even in the front row of the event, clapping and cheering on the ex-science experiment as she closely watched the engagement.

The fourth Lon intruded on his cloned brethren’s heroic stance, squeezing through the centre of them in order to point out the other boy’s trousers. “Whoa! Look guys! He’s a Marvel guy! Let’s kick his butt!” the diehard DC fan exclaimed.

“We’ll ruin him worse than One More Day did Spider-Man” another clone teased as he fist bumped the fourth Lon.

Dirk, who had finally gotten to the arena door, breathed in. How would he deal with the crowd? How would he deal with his nerves in front of people? How would he deal with, who he perceived to be, a sugar hyped child that is prepared to bring his friends to beat him up? He didn't remotely know, but he didn't have time to think about it. He breathed out. He, then, pushed through the door.

"Mother**** ,co*** sucking son of a hellbent b****"

Dirk's knees were weak and his arms were heavy as he stepped onto the stage. The sheer amount of people in his view of the stadium was amazing, that is, it was probably smaller than he had perceived, but he obviously didn't comprehend that.He scanned over the crowd and saw Lotte and nodded to her. He wasn't used to this much attention. To say the least he hated it, and it started to enrage him. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. 

He then saw his opponent. No, scratch that, his opponents.


"yup the rumors were right, there's a few of them" he told himself as he regarded the kids in front of him. They were shorter than he was, though slightly round. Dirk didn't fool himself these buggers they could be a big problem, and he confirmed his suspicions when his opponent yelled something about a person "One More Day" and "Spider-man". 

"Well all I have to say is that I had a DC version of these sweatpants but I burned them in a bonfire. Marvel is better than DC."

Dirk was trying to piss Lon off, his plan was to get the Lons to run at him in a disorderly fashion and eventually take them down one by one. Probably the last one with a throw, into a pin.

Lons 3 and 4 were just about ready to storm their opponent after the comment he made about their favourite publishing company, the rage on their face being close to the same as hearing someone say that the Xbox was superior to PlayStation. Before they could clobber the weird eyed boy though, the other two clones stepped in front of them and held them back. “Let me go! You heard what he said!” the two aggressors exclaimed in unison as they attempted to climb over their brethren.

“He’s obviously trying to psych us out” Lon 1, the inherent leader archetype stated in a calm manner as he tried to impose his state of being on the other form of himself.

“So? Let him. Quick and easy that way. No need for tactics when we out number him four to one” one of the berserkers tried to reason hastily. “Besides, he’s not even that much bigger than we are!” he shouted across the ring in a very clear manner so that their opponent could take the bait as well.

“In a different situation I could see how that might make sense, but the match hasn’t even started yet. Nobody has given us the go ahead.”

Just then, sand began to slither its way in from all sides of the arena, each grain making its way to the centre as the substance began to build itself up and grow into a massive mound. In due time, the sand began to take form of a roughly humanoid figure, though lacked any features that made it look human besides the emerald gemstone eyes. The hulking beast stood a couple inches over seven feet tall, easily dwarfing the two combatants. It appeared that Tem was the referee for the match, or she was just merely announcing the beginning of the battle.

Her jeweled eyes lingered on both the duelists for a short bit of time, ensuring that the previous rules had been enforced before she began the match. Knowing humans they were bound to slip up somewhere. She was pleasantly surprised though, they were both combat ready. At least as combat ready as juvenile fleshy water balloons could be. “Hrm, the humans have done a satisfactory job. Let the squishy children fight then” she continued in blasé tone as she began to decompose and break down, very quickly fizzling herself out of the ring in order to let the fight commence.

Dirk had seen many powers and breeds of people over his stay in foresta. These powers extended from talking to birds to light and darkness manipulation and human transformation into a housefly, but he had never encountered the thing in front of him as he saw it raise from a pile of sand. He was slightly scared of this entity especially when it had said “Hrm, the humans have done a satisfactory job. Let the squishy children fight then”



Dirk waited until the entity was gone before he acted again. He had prepared this question a couple seconds earlier, when he had seen that the DC Lons were relatively combative. He had some people he knew before that would always debate this and he had hoped that saying this would illicit the same results, possibly, like Sun Tzu did in that epic rap battles of history. Dirk chuckled to himself and then spoke.

"You know Hulk is wayyyyyyy stronger than superman. Like super man has no chance of winning. And even if he did he is no where as cool."

Dirk then prepared himself by loading a roll on his eye and preparing his other eye to look at the Lons possible attacks. The name of the game was to avoid attacks until he could land a solid knockout on each of the clones before they overwhelmed him. He then covered his eye with his hand, making it so his pupil dilated due to the change of lighting. He wanted to see if he could set off a flash instead of a concentrated light beam (if he could actually shoot the concentrated light beam) and he ascertained that the best way to do so was to dilate his pupil, thus allowing his beam of bright, burning light to not focus as well. He then watched for Lons' reaction

The presence of the sand golem was quite an intimidating one, especially for Lon and his clones considering that they’ve been spoken down to by the campus police before, several times in fact. It made him rather uncomfortable around her considering that he wasn’t sure if she would reprimand him for his past deeds, but she seemed to move on like she didn’t even notice who Lon was exactly. Either way, the fight had commenced as she exited the stage, no doubt coming back in the case that something should go awry.

In any case, Lon’s opponent seemed to be very keen on heckling the children and upon hearing his next slight against their favourite superhero, Lon 1 could easily predict that the boy would probably continue doing this throughout the entire match, and while it annoyed him, it seemed to effect his other versions of himself way worse, which was much more upsetting. “Could someone just please shove Stan Lee’s jock strap in his mouth and get it over with” the assumed leader of the foursome face palmed.

Lon 4 was quick to take the aggressive route, breaking free of his allies’ restraints and gunning straight for Dirk like a bullet train. “Superman has pulled the weight of the Earth on his back, the Hulk’s got nothing!” the fanboy shouted as he broke the distance between the two of them in half.

Meanwhile, the other three began to regroup, unsure of how to work around of their cloned brethren going berserk during the first moment of the match. The three looked to each other and then back at their opponent, who was… covering his eye? They couldn’t really comprehend what exactly the other boy was doing, but they supposed that they should capitalize upon whatever it was.

“Alright, Cyst Beast formation, he’s already going down the middle, make up the rest of it” Lon 1 instructed as he broke off from the team and began to rush down the very edge of the ring and curve his sprint toward Dirk’s right hand side, Lon 2 performed the same, only taking the left hand side. That just left Lon 3 to chase after Lon 4, though he already had a significant head start in comparison.

Whilst the planning and strategic ploys were going underway, Lon 4 was still hot on Dirk’s trail and once his opponent was within range he would deliver a very swift yet nasty kick to the shin, clearly showing no mercy.

"Well Lons i'll give you your statistics forecasts at the moment."

Dirk was slightly annoyed, that one Lon was able to stop the others, but this gave him valuable information. These Lons were separate in minds and in some cases temperament. This made it significantly easier and yet harder on him. This individual mentality means blanket statements and other taunts were useless on this group of people, but it generally would be easier to single out each one.

"Your probability that one of you is hitting the ground is around about 66.66%, the probability that two of you are hitting the ground is 33.33%, the probability that I will lose within the first 30 seconds by your hands about 2.33%"

The last bit of probability was a piece of crud. If the Lons caught him like this he would be in a world of pain, though he probably be able to get out at great cost.

Dirk smirked to himself as he saw that his opponents were taken in by surprise as he pulled one of the Lons to him. They got to their position too late, the really energetic Lon was pulled and Dirk was ready for him. He saw the other Lons start to circle him, but he had time. He knew what to do. With the footwork of a tennis player he stepped into the incoming Lon, who was running at full force.

"First lesson in basic fight tactics, if you are in a group don't split up, i think the smarter Lons understand that."

Before he attacked the Lon within his range of his fists, he aimed to blind the Lon behind him. He knew his aim was perfect but he hoped that somehow the other Lon wouldn't dodge. Dirk moved over his hand on his eye, exposing his eye to the light of day. This automatically made his eyes water. Dirk then shot at Lon, but it wasn't a flashing and blinding light, but a ice encrusted and frozen piece of bacon was shot over the shoulder of the Lon nearest to him. Dirk then sent an uppercut, aiming for the Lon's chin. He waited for his fist to meet with his jaw, but was prepared for an attack from the Lon in front of him.

Their opponent began shouting statistics which confused two out of the four Lons. Two of them either didn’t care for his jabbering or just plain didn’t hear him to begin with. It was unnerving because they didn’t really know what their sparring partner’s power was. Was it foresight or was he just bluffing and capitalizing on their ignorance toward his true power. Well, it was either one of those options or he was just boasting in intimidation and he was just a big math and statistics nerd that just enjoyed spouting them whenever he could. One of them was a firm believer in that notion, which one though, that’s for you to decide.

Anyways, Lon 4’s shin kicking proved to be rather ineffective to Dirk and in response to his utter failure the man released his eye as though he was hiding one of Cyclops’ famous focus blasts behind it. Lon 4 was on his way to diving out of sight of it, but instead a piece of bacon, a frozen one at that, flew out and nearly grazed him. Not that it would’ve hurt or anything. The boy had to look back for a moment in order to fully grasp what it was that had transpired and in that time Dirk managed to make the most of his failure and clock the child on the chin. The force of the blow was enough to knock the boy back, in addition to making his jaw incredibly sore as seen by the instant rubbing of his wound.

The two Lons that approached from the sides were quickly beginning to close in on their opponent, in fact it was only a matter of seconds after their ally had fallen. The Lon that was sprinting in from the left side dropped to the ground as he got near Dirk and preformed a leg sweep, not before stating “Yes, but he does make-“

As the Lon from Dirk’s left side drew ever so nearer, though slightly slower than the one on the opposite end, he was quick to pick up on the tactic. In order to aid in the odds of knocking their opponent over, he delivered a swing of a kick toward Dirk’s back. “-for an excellent-” the other continued.

As Lon 4 Laid on the ground writhing in pain, Lon 3 swiftly leapt over his cloned brethren’s body and used the downward momentum of his fall in order to aid in his fist’s trajectory toward Dirk’s gut, though with the help of his partners the target could change to a direct hit to the face. “-COWABUNGA!” he shouted in a form of battle cry as he flew toward his opponent like the superhero he always wished to be.

Well that plan was bad. Pretty bad. Like on a scale of bad Dirk would have rated himself on the worse end. Not only did his flash not work, he only was able to stop the Rash Lon, and his pupils were no longer dilated, so now if he were to try again for the flash it would not work until his pupils dilated again. This is when his right eye kicked in.

His right eye started to move on its own, that's when Dirk knew it was working. He first saw the leg sweep coming from the Lon that seemed to be in charge. Dirk knew one thing, he didn't want to lose his footing against these kids, they would be able to capitalize on that mistake. Then he saw the other two Lons, one of which seemed to be kicking at his back, while the third seemed to be punching at his gut, though he didn't notice the possibility of being hit in the face. 

Dirk smirked as he heard the battle cry, he knew he was going to get hit, but what with? He had to choose quickly, would it be gut or back, or just simply jumping towards the person kicking him in the back, but risking the fact he could be swept off his feet. Dirk made a snap decision.Guessing that the other Lons, would take a second to recover after the combination. Dirk jumped TOWARD the Lon jumping at him. 

Some who may have not understood why he had done this action, would understand a bit later when he grabs the kid's punching arm in the air and twisted it toward the thumb. This action by Dirk, locked up the arm in a position in which the palm and elbow were sticking up at the same time.

This is when he felt the kick onto his free arm, and while he didn't know how strong these Lons were, he was happy not getting hit by that nasty sweep and kick combined. That definitely would have hurt, at least more than the his arm at that moment, which, if Dirk were to be quite honest, he would have said "this hurts like a b****" 

Dirk now had the advantage over the third Lon, who had his arm twisted so that it was behind the body, and yet having his elbow and palm facing the sky.

"Here comes the pain train"

Within at total of two to three seconds, Dirk then flipped the Lon(3) onto the Lon(4) on the floor making, their bodies hit each other, and then afterward, keeping the arm that had the exposed elbow exposed, he sent his fist flying at the elbow, hoping to break it if he was not interfered with by the other two Lons. 

Lon 3 didn’t quite expect the plan to go south so quickly and Dirk had made quick work of that clone by clutching and subduing his arm. As the aggressor was beginning his assault to slam the two teammates together, the Lon (4) on the floor was beginning to pick himself up and put himself back into the battle, but he quickly knew what he had to do once his cloned brethren was flying toward him. The boy continued to lay there as though there was no hitch in Dirk’s plan, but as soon as the two Lons connected, Lon 4 was absorbed back into Lon 3’s body, cushioning the fall and no doubt off balancing the opponent due to the quick and unexpected change in distance between the Lon he was putting all his pressure on.

As the knowledge and experience of the Lon he had just absorbed flowed through his brain, Lon 3 had to ignore it for the time being so that he could set his quick witted plan into motion. The time it took didn’t give him much time to think, but based on the reaction to the pain alone, he had to give away his position. As Dirk attempted to snap Lon’s arm like a twig, his body split into two, the severed halves rapidly re-growing in order to make up for the missing other. The one outside of Dirk’s grasp was rather dizzily rolling out of his reach, whereas the other continued to take the punishment, though clearly wasn’t quite feeling the pain of it just yet.

The duo that attempted to take Dirk from behind were quick to notice that their plan had failed, but considering that he was focusing all his attention onto one of them, they didn’t delay for too long after recoiling their legs. Lon 1 quickly rushed to his cloned brethren’s aid by leaping at Dirk’s backside and smashing his hands against the boy’s ears like he was adamantly trying to destroy an annoying fly.

“You were supposed to finish our sentence! It was going to look so cool!” Lon 2 stated as quickly made his way over to the newly made Lon in order to get him on the right track.

The recently cloned boy still seemed somewhat dazed as he was helped up to his feet, muttering something along the lines of “I’m not psychic, man” in a rather drunken-like tone.

Dirk, in a normal circumstance, would have succeeded to smack the two clones together, but this wasn't a normal circumstance as he was reminded with the fusing of the two Lons. He then saw then saw the body that he was holding split back into two different parts and regenerating back into their original forms. "Lucky bas*****" Dirk mumbled to himself has he proceeded to capitalize on the advantage he had been given. 

Dirk felt at ease as he heard his opponent's arm snap. The sound was a type of solace for him because, it meant that he would have a easier time dealing with the person in front of him. As a general reflex, Dirk turned his stumble from when he was forced off balance into a kick to Lon (3)'s ribs causing some to crack. 

"Now to deal with the rest ......"

Dirk was cut off by a horrible, sneaky attack from one of the Lon's behind him. The lon smacked the sides of his head, where his ears were. This caused horrible and sickening feeling to manifest in his head. He had a concussion, thus making him dizzy, but still capable to fight, at least temporarily. With his concussion his ear started to bleed as well, the eardrum damaged. 

Dirk, while dazed and dizzy, did not think about his next action, which was the act of grabbing the lon's arms(the one that smashed his ears) and throwing him over his shoulder and allowing the Lon to fall. After Dirk threw the Lon, he backed up, gaining some space between the new lon and the lon (2).

"That hurt, I can barely hear out of one of my ears now"


((ooc: sorry for being slow ;-)
  

There was little for Lon 3 to do to avoid the damage output that Dirk was dishing out since he was still suffering from ‘summoning sickness’ and thus was very spaced out and rather unaware of what was happening while his brain was still reconstructing. The snap of his arm was hardly felt, as he was still getting used to having a complete body once again, but it was the bone fracturing kick that did him in. In the moment that he could feel reality once again, he felt a few of the many bones that made up his rib cage fracture and the effects of the devastating blow were swiftly induced. Lon’s eyes became buggy as he suddenly felt a loss of breath, or rather every time he attempted to breathe in felt like something was burning in his chest. He felt paralyzed in the moment, stray bits of blood dripping out of his mouth as he attempted to move, but it only made the pain worse.

The Lon (1) that damaged the opponent’s ears was quick to retreat his arms from the vicinity of Dirk’s reach, which wasn’t that hard all things considered, but the unfortunate part to his task was the fact that he was too late to save his brethren from the agonizing pain that Dirk had put him through. Lon 1 didn’t quite see what had happened due to Dirk’s body being in the way, but once his eyes fell upon his other self, he quickly picked up on the severity of the injuries. Was this guy psychotic?! A rage fueled by justice quickly burned in the boy’s chest as he blindly rushed at Dirk’s back attempting to tackle the boy to the ground, in addition to throwing as many punches as his tiny fists could in the span of thirty seconds.

Meanwhile, the duo of clones were still trying to get themselves back into the fight. The new Lon was already quite cognitive, in fact he was observant enough to realize that Lon Prime might’ve been the one that took a cracking to his rib cage. He nudged the clone that was holding onto him, pointing over to their brother in a shocked manner.

“Uh oh…” Lon 2 mumbled as his mouth made into an O. “Uh, you can split yourself, right?” he added, hoping that they weren’t watching their life die before their very eyes.

The newly made Lon distorted his face in a look of sheer concentration, but unfortunately it yielded no results. Which made their future seem somewhat grim at the moment. Paying no mind whatsoever to their opponent, they rushed over to their companion’s side seeing that the injuries were something incredibly major.

The sand of Tem began to re-immerge from the sidelines as something clearly had gone wrong. Leave it to Tem to not quite understand why the crowd was in shock, but continue to enact her job regardless of that. The golem formed herself once again, easily towering over all the combatants in the ring and glancing her gem eyes upon the lung collapsing Lon. From what she gathered from past experiences, the fragile being looked to be in immense pain, worse than what the tournament had called for (which the human teachers had to remind Tem about before being placed on duty, she didn’t quite understand how much punishment a human could take, though she usually assumed not much).

“This fight ends now” the colossus commanded as she plucked the Lon attacking Dirk off of him and proceeded to summon a wall made up of her own body to separate the two in case they had any ideas to continue the brawl. “Tinier human appears to be having issues breathing. Tournament rules were non-lethal tactics” the figure continued as its vision changed from the injured Lon over to Dirk, the gem stones that acted as her eyes intensely staring down the perpetrator.

Dirk hadn't realized that only one of them could clone, and that the one that he had flipped to the ground, broke his arm, and then after cracking Lon's ribs. This revelation astounded Dirk, who assumed that damage assumed by a clone would not matter at all. Dirk hadn't meant to hurt the original Lon as much as he did, it was a reflex that he had learned while traveling and conflicting people. 

That is when one of the Lons attacked him, and for the most part he chose to take his hits, because he felt that they had a sort of justification to attack him. They thought he had fatally injured them, anyone would have found it just to attack Dirk as they did.

Temp, the weird sand Golem, then reappeared and forced the two combatants apart. It regarded him and then said that he had possibly violated the regulations of the tournament. Dirk's face was bruised, having discolorations in his cheek areas and a torn lip. Dirk tasted blood as he heard that the use of "non-lethal force" was used by him, thus he had to speak up. to the scary Golem.

"Sorry, but I did not kill him, nor did i use enough "lethal force". My intention was not to hurt him to the point of permanent damage, just temporarily incapacitate it. Though I do hope he does get better quickly, i would not want a fellow student too damaged."

Dirk did not want to concede the match. He had, technically, followed the rules, thus he had earned the right to stay in the tournament. And that was how he expressed the idea. Though he did not want to be disqualified he felt that he had wronged the boy in a way, thus he addressed the Golem and said: 

"While I do not believe I should be removed from the tournament, I do not morally feel right, I request that you also give me a punishment for hurting a classmate."

After speaking to the Golem he then turned to the Lons and said.

"Lons, if you can hear me, i apologize, though i am not a psychopath, just a highly functioning sociopath. If you need anything I would like to help you out due to your current state."

Shortly after her command for Dirk to stand down, Tem began to stomp her way over to the boy with full intention of incapacitating him if he were to resist arrest. As far as the golem was aware, Lon was on the brink of death and Dirk was responsible for putting him there. After the multiple deaths of the previous year’s students, such actions were not to be tolerated and Tem acted in such a way to make that perfectly clear, not paying much mind to the words that the student was speaking since perpetrators such as him always attempted to weasel their way out of trouble. As she loomed over the boy, in preparation of snatch him off the ground and whisking him off to the Headmistress’s office, she heard someone from behind her.

Lotte took to the stage not too long after Dirk was accused of lethal tactics, the professor being curious herself about the current state that the boy was in. The fly hybrid was no professional when it came to medical examinations and anatomy was not her strong suit, but she did as best as she could to deduce the issues with the boy. She forcibly made the boy sit still, having enough first aid know-how to understand that when someone is injured and has potentially fractured bones they should refrain from moving as it tended to make the symptoms worse and in the case of anything regarding the rib cage, there were a lot of important organs to mingle with. “Don’t move, help on way” she assured after assessing the situation and allowing the medical professionals to deal with the rest, the other two Lons sticking with their primary clone.

In the meantime, Lotte had her own situation to defuse. “Student fine! Will live!” she announced loud enough so that the golem would stand down.

Tem’s blob of a head turned around to observe her fly-like co-worker (this place was leagues more bizarre than the police station). It would seem that her deduction of Lon’s current state of wellbeing was rather off, frankly she didn’t expect such a frail creature to survive the hit given his reaction. If the other human stated it was so though, she suspected it to be true, so she seized her assault against Dirk for now.

The last of the Lons though, did not seem to share the same sentiment, regardless of Dirk’s attempted apology, answering with something along the lines of “my fist in your face would help us out a lot!” Though, the sand dune that Tem had summoned to block the two of them off was giving him more trouble than he expected. Every time he tried to climb over it a wave of sand would push him back down, the creature composed of sand was nearly prepared to just hold the child in place in order to cease all actions as a whole, but was a bit cautious considering how weak their bones appeared to be.

Tem’s eyes eventually fell back upon Dirk. “I will grant you that much, human. My report will still be passed through the Headmistress and she will decide whether or not you continue on based on your actions. Your punishment will be handled accordingly” the being of sand answered in a rather robotic tone before decomposing and slithering off the stage, the more violent of the Lons being swept up in tow.

Lotte then causally approached the teenager, a spark of opportunity in her countless eyes. “Wouldn’t worry too much, will put in good word. Might have job for you.” the dubious insectoid reassured. “People skills not perfect, so interesting to see how do.”