Round 1: Fight! Kotaro vs. Olwen Lithisia

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 @kotaro and Olwen are perfectly allowed to skip over you as they continue on with rping their fight if you are taking too long to respond.

Enjoy!

Apparently at some point or another she had signed herself up for a fight with another student. This had slipped her mind completely and had only been brought to the surface by a teacher who thanked her for participating. As she headed toward the battle arena, she wondered who would be her opponent, whether or not their ability would be physically visible on the battle field. Olwen knew the rules, but wondered how far she was going to be allowed to go. Would she be leaving with cuts and/or bruises? Would her opponent?

Olwen suddenly found herself standing at a table labeled "check in" and wrote her name down. A stranger searched her for weapons, found none, and sent her onward. She was ushered to a little corner with water. Nervous eyes watched the doors as people came in to watch the fight. She honestly couldn't believe the school had thought of this; two kids fighting one another for kicks? 

The popping sound of knuckles cracking resonated from her hands as she attempted to warm up. Unsure what sort of apparel was fit for battle, she had put on leggings and a red athletic shirt. Mangled converse were tightly woven onto her feet, though she had no worries about them falling off; they had loyally served her time and time again, they wouldn't fail her now. 

An announcement rang out and she jumped to her feet. Someone motioned for her to enter the stage and await the arrival of her new enemy. The bones in her body immediately began to thicken, though she wasn't sure if it was obvious to spectators or even the other competitor. She bounced back and forth on her heels, ready for whatever was coming her way.

The day began as one small boy took to the only path left for him to rule. No matter how much you longed for a time of peace. No matter how much you hated war, how could you ever know peace or even begin to understand the concept of war. Over two thousand years have passed since that day when it happened.

As they were crying out to him as someone reached their hands out to him, and someone he hardly knew held him close. The small boy did not understand what the point of all of this was as he looked up as the tower began to fall and the world around him crumbled. The boy could not believe that the world he did not even know, was already coming to an end. It was at this moment that the small boy awoke in a cold sweat. As he felt strange his bed giving off a smell that even he knew better then to jump back into, he took the sheets and the bed itself and shoved it out the door and left it in the corridor as he went to the next room yawning while still wearing his pajama bottoms and his pajama top was half torn apart. He dragged the bed from the empty room next door as he shoved it in with a lot of noise as he continued he went and took a shower and thought to himself.

"I can not let the humans rule this world, I do not want it to end."

The boy got dressed wearing all white clothing from the underwear, to the socks to the t-shirt and the long pipe tracksuit pants and the tracksuit jacket, as well as the white tennis shoes. The small boy was watching the TV thing he learned about and saw a weird game called tennis and took interest in it. The boy knew that human's like these battle tournaments from this other weird show he watched called dragon ball, he did not watch much of it but he understood that to win a tournament granted you great acclaim.

The boy walked out into the shining sun with his new white backpack he found in the one village shop, as he made his way towards the battle arena having to ask a few directions as the flowers bloomed so bloomingly beautiful that before boundless bodies of shining brightness the bristling of his hair as it moved in the wind.

The boy noticed his opponent as he had a small piece of paper he was reading detailing the rules which he read through a bit, but did not fully understand it. He liked the first rule which stated that thou shalt not throw each other off the stage since falling around can hurt. He was not sure why they needed to mention not killing since it was suppose to be obvious. He also read that he had to be careful of the spectators, however he did not have to worry for now.

He began to wonder as he entered the check in point, he stood near the strange lady who asked him to show her his backpack. She opened it up and inside she found one big blue bottle and a few small little blue bottles, she asked the boy if it was poison and he answered. "Those are mana bottles so i stay healthy"

The lady raised an eyebrow then looked inside the bag further finding a strange hard steel pipe and a few rocks as she looked at him. She asked him if they were weapons and he then looked down before looking back up to her. "I need those to use my powers well"

He began to enhance his white outfit while she was busy searching further as she found three hardcover notebooks for classes, a pen and a few pencils along with a lunchbox. Was this boy here to fight or here to have lunch. As she continued he began to stretch as he increased the density of his tracksuit and shoes as well as his hair too. He took the one mana bottle and drank it after he altered the outer layer of his skin to also be harder as well before taking a deep breathe.

The boy's hair was now staying white and his eyes stayed purple as he then took another sigh before his hair and eyes returned to their usual brown as he took the his backpack after the lady approved. He then entered the arena and the first thing he saw was.

A large beautiful girl with dark eyes, her long beautiful hair that almost called out for the small boy to pull on it. As he looked at her beauty all he knew is that he liked her hair as he stood there facing his large opponent he took a breathe and awaited for the moment when they would be allowed to begin as he took the hard steel pipe which was really more like a short metal stick as he strengthened it. In the hands of a large man this would be a deadly weapon, but in the hands of a child how much damage could one metal stick do. Only this battle would be able to show the dangers of a child hidden from the world for more then two thousand years as the moment would soon begin as the wind blew through his hair as he placed his backpack next to him and took out the mana bottles and put them in his shorts pocket, the bottles themselves were tougher then anything else he had with good reason.

Who was this beautiful lady with the nice hair, he was a bit annoyed that everyone else had such ugly and dirty hair so this was a refreshing change to the small boy.

A child appeared before her bearing little bottles and a small backpack. None of his items looked like weapons but she had to wonder what they were for. He looked young, very young, though at Foresta appearances were deceiving. His eyes seemed locked onto her as if she had put him under a spell. Her hand awkwardly rose and waved slightly before falling into "battle position". Slim fingers popped one by one in anticipation for the fight to begin. Her leg bounced up and down behind her, eager to advance.
 
Olwen had not fought anyone since the staircase incident but there had been no chance of her ever winning against him, now she stood a chance of having success. She refused to lose to the small boy. In an attempt to appear more threatening, she allowed herself to grow bones on the outside of her skin. Thick, jagged pieces of skeleton appeared along her spine and disappeared beneath her t-shirt. Two small horns with a pointy tip slithered through the flesh of her forehead. This was better.

A loud crack filled the air, making her jump slightly before creeping forward slowly. Blue eyes stared straight ahead into the childish face of her opponent. 

The boy looks in even greater awe, his expression on the verge of reaching the level of a smile. It was coming really close as his eyes began to seem shiny as the water began to build up, his cheeks turning pinkish as he blushed and got a bit hyper from excitement.

He had seen the elegant movement of her hand, the nature of her hand movement suggesting something he could not understand at that moment. The wave as he waved back at her as he seemed about to do something at any moment right now. The ever growing excitement, the impressively built up emotions as their destiny would be sealed in this battle.

She made a strange stance and then she did the unthinkable, like a tiger bearing its fangs. A bird displaying the epic nature of its bright chest, in a moment when power had to be shown she showed him her horn. Was she one of his brethren as he shouted out.

"Yay!!!" as he dashed towards her as he grabbed his backpack and began his advance towards her. His hair was glowing white and his eyes bright purple as he aimed to attack, then deciding he did not want to hit her directly he focused his power of enhancement to his feet and kicked the ground as a large amount of dust and a few small pieces of rock and some stones flew like a spraying cloud of dirty dust.

"Let's duel, like demons should!!" The look on the boy's face as that kick could very well have broken a wall or to be more correct he just kicked up a portion of the ground itself. This was not aimed to kill, but the stones would hurt. Fortunately the larger portions of rock would fall to the sides as rubble

Momentum was something the boy did not fully take into account as he would side flip through the air and hit the ground rolling slightly as he got stopped by his backpack as he coughed from the dust.

  She could not tell whether it was a trick of the eyes or real tears that seemed to form around the boy's eyes. Olwen couldn't understand why he was crying, if he was at all, though didn't let the question distract her. If she was to be house leader, winning this would give her an advantage that few others could share. Thoughts like this made her grow even more excited for the fight to commence.

  Olwen's body was already visibly ready, with horns and all, though what had her nervous was her own ability to use it against another person, or lack of. It wasn't like she could wave around magical fires to throw at the young boy, or even turn invisible to be able to get in a few good hits. A deep breath pushed aside these troublesome ideas.

  The boy was charging her with snow-white hair which had not been there before. He was filled with new energy that had not been there before. His tiny body delivered a blow to the earth so violent that it sent her sliding back a few steps; rocks flew toward her face though thickened arms protected it from any large chunks. A quick glance down revealed some minor cuts and tender bruises from the impact. The boy himself had flown backwards from the great force, landing on his bum. Olwen took the opportunity to rush him. Her legs pounded the ground and her fist raised, ready to strike. She dropped down and slid past him, her fist making contact with his chest as she passed. Though her opponent looked like a child she still had the motivation to win, even if he still had baby cheeks. 

    

As the dust began to clear the women charged at him and dropped down really really low as he just took the blow to the chest as his shirt blocked the damage while his backpack cushioned him from the force as she did not have the common decency to let him stand up.

He dusted himself off a bit wondering why she dropped so low, the angle required to hit that attack meant she did not have her full weight behind it and with his top reinforced and his backpack it was clear he would have more time to deal with the situation. He had seen an attack like this before, but he was still confused as to why she dropped down to hit his chest instead of just kicking him. He leaned back looking at her with his head seeing her upside down as he wondered why she did the things she did.

Were they fighting or was she simply testing him, why did she not go all out with her attack or was this the best she could do is what he thought to himself. His excitement dropped since if she was weak she could not be a demon could she?

To her dismay the boy's clothing seemed to protect him from the first blow. Although she had intended to weaken him and nothing more, the attack had opened her eyes to a large possibility of things he could have hidden up his sleeves. If reinforced clothes was one, then the rest could cost her the win.

As the dust settled, she found that he had turned around and was staring at her with a confused look on his visage. Olwen swiftly rose to her feet and awaited his move, but nothing came. He just kept looking at her with those cute baby eyes. Unsure of whether this was a strategy or if she had done something wrong, she decided to keep going at him.

With her opponent laying down still, she could've easily ground her feet into his stomach (assuming he would continue staring at her) but such an act seemed to violent for the event. Instead, Olwen walked over to his side and threw a sharp kick toward his torso, hoping to hit, kinda hoping not to.

The dust was settled and she rose to her feet rather quickly as he was just completely confused at how weak she seamed as a power within him began to swirl around somewhat precariously as his eyes had their purple hue and his hair was a shiny white as he awaited with expectation more then what she did before.

He watched as she approached him as he waited seemingly patiently, as she finally came in range she kicked towards the side of his torso which was partially blocked just from the backpack being in the way as he rolled once being stopped by the backpack as he noticed his top was still more or less as it was. He looked at her before dusting off the side of his shirt which did hurt a bit. He stood up then finally spoke.

"Just cause I look like a kid does not mean you need to hold back like that"
He began to pout having reinforced his clothing and he was beaming with energy or more like a tense look in his eyes which said he was about to attack at any moment as he pulled the stationary case out and transformed it into a steel rod.

Olwen was finding her opponent to be lacking in entertainment. Nothing she did produced a response from him other than the "I'll stare at you confused while you come around to kick me again". He kept staring at her and every swing she took at him felt worse than the last. The kick to his side had finally done something different, as he stood up and suggested that she try harder. All of a sudden a metal rod appeared in his hand and Olwen felt her stomach drop; was this kid really allowed to use a weapon like this in the tournament? Even if it was magical couldn't this be considered cheating? 

The bones in her arms grew thicker to the point where her flesh felt tight and the veins on the underside of her skin stuck out more than usual. If he was going to hit her with his stick, she would be ready. From the look in his eye it finally seemed like their fight would begin and she prayed that his eyes would not just follow her the whole time. 

Her feet fell firmly upon the ground, locked into a position that implied her readiness to really fight. She raised her arms to the level of her eyes and bounced back and forth like a boxer, "Come on, kid, stop playing with me and fight."

He watched as her veins began to stick out more, was this woman hulking out. This was a term he learned randomly during his time sitting in the television area known as the student lounge. He was watching her intently with disappointment and with her spazzing out veins he figured maybe she was just warming up as excitement seemed to return to his face as he blushed his eyes showed excitement but his mouth just stayed plain like a flat line.

She raised up her arms and began skipping which reminded him of some of the combat training they received, one of the creations had actually been taught some degree of boxing. However no matter how good a boxer you were there was one thing you had to always deal with, dodging projectiles while fighting. He did not want to kill her so he took a few pencils and using his magic shaped them into sharp pointy spheres short enough not to be deadly but as dense as metal and sharp like knives only able to pierce the skin but not deep enough to hit any internal organs. He tosses those at her as they fanned out seeming to aim at random for her chest her ribs her knee and legs and one was aiming for her arm.

He held his pole which he tested out by hitting the ground as it made a small crater he then adjusted it and hit the ground a second time making a small crater as he felt good about this. It was time for them to fight and having adjusted the steel pole that used to be a steel pencil case was really a talent that made virtually everything a potential weapon as he would soon begin his attack. His mind was on the verge of breaking out and going full HAM on this situation. So now it was only a matter of time before it would begin.

The child still watched her, as if he knew what to do but enjoyed seeing her wait for him to actually so something. He pulled a handful of pencils from his pocket and a few confused words of profanity fell from her tongue. The boy threw said pencils at her. It would've been impossible to dodge all of them, so she prepared to be impaled by a couple writing utensils. Olwen's body twisted and ducked, but she still found herself scratched by the little projectiles, one even lodged itself in the flesh of her right leg. She yanked the damn thing out of her calf and charged him again. Even though the kid had a metal pole (how could this even be allowed?) she was full of rock solid bone. How badly could this go?

Tired of this dreadfully long fight, she decided to throw a good chunk of her remaining energy into the next blow. Olwen's right fist clenched, drew back, and dove forward with such fury that someone was bound to break at impact; she just didn't know who it would be. 

The boy switched the power of his metal pipe, keeping its density so it will not be a lethal blow and converted its size to that of a longer steel pole and as soon as she was in range, it would expand into a pole that had poles growing from it that each would hit enough to break the surface of one's skin and potentially fracture several bones as well. He did not want people to misunderstand his power though as his hair was still glowing he sweated just a bit. He had not used this kind of magic much and to pull it off now was something he had not done since the massacre thousands of years ago.

He was not sure what she could do, but she was still a mortal woman so any more power and he might end up killing her. He kept his strength just some degree short of lethal force as it would be her body versus his tree like steel rod, would she be able to avoid this surprise attack which was also made to keep her from getting close to him.

     The air took a violent blow as her fist struck absolutely nothing; her stomach turned upside-down as the boy's metal pole shifted again and she was now faced with the possibility of losing here and now. Olwen's eyes glowered in frustration at this sudden attack. In an attempt to spare herself of some of the wounds he was about to inflict, she tucked and rolled past him in a disorderly fashion. The rod met her belly and knocked the wind out of her for a moment or two. She turned to look at him with his magical weapon and glowing hair, noticing a small bead of sweat upon his forehead. Olwen wiped away her own perspiration before throwing herself at him once more.

     Her breath fell heavily as she felt the weigh of exhaustion lay upon her back; this fight seemed to go on, and on. With fists raised high and her feet dancing around their stage she cried out to him,  "Come on! Let's finish this!" Olwen's knuckle bones pierced through the thin membrane and waited to meet unscathed flesh. She jumped toward him and lashed out with bloodthirsty fists, one punch after another without pause to determine whether she had actually hit him or not. All she cared about now was making it to the end. 

For some reason she was obsessed with skipping, after the impact of his exchange he fell over a bit as the shape did not really make for easy use as he stabbed the tree like steel rod into the ground. His hair began to drop to a more plain color as she raised her fists high, he raised a blue bottle to his mouth and took a gulp.

He was still sweating which is a sign he needed more exercise having not really been to the gym as much as he should have. Her obsession with dancing was a bit confusing, he wished he had a strange fighting style like hers, but he was taught to avoid wasting energy on unecessary or over the top physical movement. She told him to come on which probably might as well have been the line of just bring it as she told him they should finish this.

He watched her do something strange as her knuckles changed color until he realised her bones were coming out as he was a bit confused as she jumped towards him he decided to hide as he realised he would have to defend himself as his hair had a dimmer white streaks to it as compared to the glowing white from earlier.

He reinforced his backpack as he jumped he blocked her attack only to be pushed back by her continuous punching, blow by blow his feet shoes began to tear as he reached closer and closer to the middle before being pushed back towards what would surely be him getting knocked out of the arena if he did not do something. His feet were bleeding a bit as he finally felt the moment as he could not simply reinforce the bag the whole time as he then used his enhancement for speed as he dashed around to her blind spot. Whether she could deal with him moving at high speeds was unknown as he grabbed his rod reshaping it to a steel rod with a baseball swing to her ribs.

He could not do as much reshaping as he did earlier due to the amount of mana it requires. If she understood him better she would know he was using his full power at the start, the mana bottle can help but it was not enough to let him return to full power on a single bottle.