Cael & Kazumi (Class 1 : Round 1)

[Kevala Katashi]

Well, this should be fun. Or so Kevala thought at least. The other teachers thought she was crazy for instating a fight club among the students as a class, but Kev thought it was a great idea. Honestly, these other teachers were stupid if they genuinely thought that fighting was a bad idea, especially in this school. Perhaps, had it been another school, they might have been right. But here, well it was almost called for. At least these kids would be getting better use out of their time and they would be able to hone their fighting skills. Something that Kevala knew, from experience, was needed when attending a school such as this.

In fact, Kevala had found it to be such a good idea, that when the school had been under construction, she insisted that a special building be created just for these classes. It was nothing fancy, not by any means, but in stealing a page from her brother's book she had made sure that the walls and ceiling were reinforced to withstand extreme amounts of force. Though she didn't really want to call this the Pillar training room, because in all honesty, it was open to anyone who wished to use it to train. Limiting access to areas of the school for those lucky enough to hold a title seemed rather silly. She knew far too well that sometimes, the stronger kids were not always the ones to hold those coveted titles, but the ones who stood up against them.

So yes, this building was open to anyone. In the back, through a set of double doors was a weight room, complete with various forms of exercise equipment which one could use to work out and train. Other than that, the room that she currently sat in, was all there was.

It was a large room, equal in size to the gymnasium which was a part of the main building of the school. Only this room did not have bleachers or anything of that nature. No, instead it had four solid black walls and a black ceiling, gray concrete flooring and a single row of benches that lined the wall to the far right. The doors that led into the building were made of thick, reinforced steel and on the wall, directly to the left of where Kevala currently stood, was a control panel of sorts. A little grin on her face as she waited for the first pair to arrive.

Once the students entered, they would be hit with a shockingly cold blast of air. The temperature of the room setting easily at -2 degrees, cold enough that Kevala could see her breath as it left her lips. A small bit of fog leaving the vents as the cold air blasted into the room.

Yet despite the cold she was dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, and a white sports halter top. Her dark locks pulled back and a pair of socks adorning her feet, seeming rather comfortable, all things considered.

As for the students? Well, her instructions had been simple. They were to arrive dressed in a pair of shorts and either a t-shirt or a tank top, shoes were okay, but not required.

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As the first pair arrived, the door they came through would shut behind them, a magnetic lock sliding into place and sealing it from opening as Kevala punched in the code onto the control panel. "Welcome to Fight Club. As I am sure you both knew heading into this, things are not going to be as simple as fighting it out til one of you gives in. Where would the fun be in that?"

No, this room was rigged with all sorts of goodies. Things that Kevala herself had come up with. See, this class wasn't just about learning to fight better, and beating up on your fellow students, it was about taking whatever limits one had and pushing them to the point of breaking. "So, lets make this short and simple shall we. The lesson we are going to try and learn today, is that even though there are many things we can control in a fight through determination and will power, there are also many more things that we cannot control. It is these things which likely will result in if we win or lose a fight. Being able to adapt to what the world has to throw at you, to overcome it and to continue on, that is the key to being a good fighter."

She would glance over the two currently standing in front of her and grin. "Though I am sure both of you have heard this speech in one form or another at some point in your lives. So, enough with the chit chat, lets begin."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She had to have been half asleep or dead when she signed up for this class. Sure, she had always wanted, before, to train with her Mother, but now....well now the idea didn't seem so appealing. She had known from the start of the construction of this school that Kevala had one building she was personally overseeing, and Kaz could only imagine what threats that place held. So, when she found out that was the place that these classes would be held, it had made her stomach turn, quite literally.

What made her even more nervous were the instructions that came along with the class. Shorts, t-shirt or tank top, and shoes ( optional )....This couldn't be good....Just, couldn't be. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, she found out who she was in class with, and she quite literally groaned out loud, staring at the name.

Cael Seran

Could her life possibly get any worse. Oh, she loved Cael, very much. He was family. Though not as close as to him as she was her brothers, she did love him none the less. Did that mean she wanted to fight him? No. Gods no. If there was any one person that she dreaded ever having to train with more than her Mother, it was Uncle Gabriel.....The one who had personally trained Cael his whole life...which meant...yeah....This was going to be bad. Oh so very bad.

Trying not to let her nerves nor her desire to run away get the better of her, she made her way toward the building. Pausing outside the door and looking at it with a bit of anticipation. Something about this felt all too familiar, and though Kaz had done really well to try and overcome her issues that stemmed from being locked away and tortured for months on end, she still had lingering fears and doubts. To this day she still cringed away from the light as much as was humanly possible.

A deep breath and she would enter the room, being slammed with a burst of cold air that sent a tremble through her body and make her gasp just slightly. The contrast from the warm air outside so great that her body had a hard time adjusting to it. See? She knew this would be bad.

Moving to stand in front of her Mother, dressed in a pair of black workout shorts and a white tank top, she waited and would look at Cael once he entered. The sound of that door shutting and locking making her tense up slightly, eyes widening just a bit, though she tried to keep calm, reminding herself that this was a room with her Mother and her cousin.....not that place, not....that time.

The lesson was explained...kind of, and though no rules were spoken, Kaz didn't need to hear them to know what they were. No killing each other and one of them was going to have to be K.O'd for this to end. Walking away, for them at least, was not an option. Giving up, was not an option.

A little nod signaling that she understood and she would step back.....trying her best to control the trembling in her muscles from the cold air and watching as her breath left her in small little puffs of white smoke, those blue eyes locking upon Cael and trying her best not to pay attention to her Mother and that control panel she already dreaded. "I think she enjoys this way too much...." Muttering softly to her cousin as she retreated back just a bit further, her right foot sliding back and widening her stance....deep breaths draw in to try and gain a handle on her breathing....

[Cael Seran]

Cael would be something of a rebel in the sense that he didn't dress regulation to Kevala's commands for the class. Figuring himself family he supposed a get out of free card was warranted, the boy dressed in his usual a pair of sneakers, white tee shirt, black jeans, and a light leather jacket puffed up over his shoulders. Walking past into the front doors he'd cock a wry grin looking to his aunt-of-sorts, though not being actually married into the Seran line they were sort of a weird family with Ezekial being hers.

"Brrr Auntie Kev, couldn't you have put in a heater."

He'd say with a cocky tone rubbing his arms up and down softly before strutting to center wearing that grin proud like a bit of a badge of honor. Little puffs from his breath coming forth, his lips even fading to a blue as they pursed to hold back an obvious chuckle in response to Kazumi.

"Course she does, the women in this family are fucked up."

A nudging joke towards her offering up a congenial wink before stepping back and bringing his arms up. He didn't know exactly what Kazumi had gone through back at that other school but the last time they'd fought the boy had easily taken on both Zeke and her. It'd be a stretch to say that he could probably even take on her brother as well but that was just getting cocky.

"Zoom ZOOM ZOOOM ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!"

Cael would roll his right shoulder spinning his right arm in a merry-go-round fashion before charging bluntly at her. Tactical? Not in the slightest but he was going for intimidation. Perhaps the sheer sight of his idiotic attack and their reputation would force her to flinch in this game of chicken. It also heated up Cael's body enabling himself to be more mobile, more flexible. Throwing the fist down in a hammer he'd aim against the tip of her head propping his left arm as a guard for his face.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Upon seeing what Cael was wearing, the first thing to cross her mind was that he was cheating and not playing by the rules of the game. But no sooner had the thought crossed her mind, than she was questioning where it had come from. She didn't even really understand what it meant, and quickly would try to shove it away. That had been happening to her quite a bit lately, random thoughts that made no sense to her, just popping in her head at random points in the day.

Glancing at her Mother, not sure what the woman would say about his blatant disregard for her rules, she nervously bit her lip and would wait. That nickname given making her wince slightly, though she did not say anything in return, only waited. Then, he came at her, nothing tactical about the way in which he attacked, and had it been a year ago, she would have flinched and tried to escape. It was what the family knew her for, hiding behind her brothers and hoping to avoid being hit. She had always been the baby of the family, even to the ones that were younger than her. Ezekial saw her more like a little sister than anything, and something told her that even though Cael was younger than she was, he saw her as more the "little one" than himself. Not that it was hard to do given the fact that she was so small and that she had always been rather, withdrawn and shy.

Still, things had changed, and despite her still being withdrawn, perhaps more so than before, she was not as likely to flinch away and try to hide. Instead, she put her hands up to guard, letting him come charging at her as she planted her right foot, shifting just slightly to angle the heel of that foot toward him, and then timing it so that as he drew closer her left leg would come up, the heel of that foot slamming into the lower portion of his stomach.

[Cael Seran]

Now Cael wasn't quite as fast but he could anticipate her next moved based on the shift in her body, the peeling her heel back was inevitably resulting in a kick, the way in which she shifted made it a significant amount of force behind her kick. The room however in its cold state would prove benefitial to his strategy. You see normally a move like that with the strength Kazumi had applied behind it would leave Cael at the mercy of her blows but with the cold atmoshpere muscles would tense becoming more taut and less flexible. Her rounded kick would inevitably be tugged back on account of the cold while his own assault would be warmed up from the momentum of spinning.

Her arms up to guard would be met with a large spun up hammer of the base of his right wrist. Following her spin his left guard poised to guard his face would shift dropping a small degree south catching the kick to his side in the nook of his bicep and forearm. The cold would have tensed his muscles to the point the blows damage would be confined to the arm absorbing the primary shock of the blow and not forcing Cael back.

His left hand would open up mid-hit and turn over to grab around Kazumi's ankle. The grip would be followed up by Cael's right loosening up and grabbing her by the hip. Using his heated momentum matched with hers the boy would hoist his "little" cousin into the air, over his head and throw her face down into the floor. Once there he'd releas the hand at her hip but use the grip around her ankle to be match with both hands and pull her leg upwards past her head to keep her pinned.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was having problems, not so much with the fight itself, because despite everything she wasn't going to run away scared just because things were not currently working to her advantage. No, what the problem was, is that she kept having very brief periods of blacking out. They were only for a second or two, barely noticeable, but she could tell just the same.

That is why, when he grabbed her ankle, and then her hip, there was not move made to stop him from her body being hoisted up and over his head, slammed face first into the floor. Which, for the record, hurt like a bitch. The inside of her cheek cut against her teeth, the copper taste of her blood as it washed over her tongue, it drew forth a shiver as she closed her eyes. A single thought starting to race through her mind.

I want to play.

Though she had no idea where it had come from, or what it meant, but she didn't have time to dwell on it, because just as soon as the thought ushered through her mind, everything went dark.

Blood. She was bleeding. This meant that it was play time and she was late to the game. A little giggle erupting from her as she felt his grip on her hip recede and felt him shifting his grip on her ankle. It was a brief relief in the grip that was held there, but she used it to quickly spin around and onto her back, those black eyes locking on a figure that was all too familiar. "You just love playing with me don't you!?" Spoken at the same moment that she would jerk the leg he had a hold of in ward, using the force of that and the resistance he created to pull herself up into a seated position. Both her hands shot out, gripping hold of his wrist before he had time to release her and pull away.

She would then throw all her weight and strength into slamming her back into the floor once more, only this time pulling him down with her as she went, right leg bending so that her knee would collide with his rib cage in the process. "Not often I find a toy I can play with more than once." A little giggle, before she would aim to release his arm so that she could shove him off of her and to the side. If her hit had connected, well then it was his turn. Since Feht played by an entirely different set of rules than her counter part.

If she had missed, well then, she would just have to keep trying.

[Cael Seran]

Her again? There was a bit of a fierce response in Cael's eyes knowing almost immediately as the shift took process. It was all about body language that gave it away. Fate, as he knew her, was something of a child a very sadistic child that knew no true limites to her violence. Cael was even curious, albeit hesitant to push her limits at one time or another. As she pulled against him Cael knew nothing more than to resist, to fight the tug until he knew what she was doing with him. The only real assumption was that she was poising to grapple him and now having a grip if his right wrist and pulling back once again he couldn't resist her strength this time.

Her knee exherted, Cael would shift his body to the right meaning his forward pelvis would glance her kneecap sliding between her legs, hip acting as a battering ram into her groin. His right hand would give into the pull that Feht applied and quickly bending to jut his right elbow upwards into her jugular probably cutting off that child-like humor she was playing.

"I like games."

A wry grin finding himself in a deadly transition phase. Sure this attack was a counter that dished out a ton of damage but was lacking in the fact that now he was in between her legs and with no leaverage to retreat. So as a response his right forearm would slide agianst where it may have hit and made itself into a bar against her throat pressed down harshly between her and the ground trying to cut off air. The longer neglected the harder it would be to remove and ultimatly cut her chances of winning. Cael's left hand would position itself between himself and her inner thigh to keep her from clasping around him or at least buy him some time.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

He fell on her, well, into her was more the correct way of putting it. A little purr escaping her as she felt his hip collide with her body, the pain shooting through her to the point that it lingered even after the impact had, had time to settle in. It wasn't so much from the strength of him, but more a combination of how hard she had been pulling on him and how much more he weighed in comparison to her.

Though by the time he was able to bring his elbow up to slam into her jugular, she would have released his arm just in time to get her own up to block the hit. Though it was a bit of an awkward position, and even as she prevented him from hitting her jugular, she still managed to take quite a rough blow to the arm, quite aware that a bruise was already likely forming there. It made her tremble with delight to be honest. The more pain she felt, the more it excited her.

When Feht had been created, she had known only the most basic of things. She had been, essentially, a new person, a blank slate, for her Master to teach and train into whatever he desired. What that had been, well, there was no real way of describing her. He had taught her to kill, to cause pain, to maim and torture. He had taught her that these things were good, that they were a game that she could play. But that was ALL he taught her. He never taught her about the more basic human emotions such as happiness or fear, nor had he taught her that there was such a thing as right or wrong. In her mind, happiness was what you got when you played, playing meant hurting others or killing them. Pain inflicted upon herself, well that meant pleasure, it meant a reward for doing good by playing the game right. All in all, it was a very complex and yet very basic manner of thinking.

So yeah, when Cael hurt her, it did not register in her mind as bad, but instead it registered as a reward, as pleasure. So, though he might have wanted a different response from her, what he got was another short giggle as she moved to try and wrap her legs about him. Though again, she was stopped, this time by his hand moving to her inner thigh to prevent her from locking her legs around him, the action getting a little devilish grin from her as those eyes began to shift. No longer a solid black, there was now a crimson ring forming upon the outter edges. "I guess I have been a good girl?" Practically purring the words up to him, just before she felt his arm pressing down against her throat, her airways restricted and a small gasp given as she struggled to breath....

Yet, he would be able to tell, through her body language, what such an act truly did to her. At least, for a moment that is. Because soon enough, she would manage to jerk her other hand free from being pinned between them and her fist would slam into his ribs even as her hips gave the slightest rock upwards...If this worked, she would shove one foot into the ground, forcing her body into a roll along with his, should he have been knocked off guard enough to manage it. Rolling so that she now was atop him, straddling his hips and looking down at him, the pressure relieved from her throat and allowing her to giggle once more. "Master never told me toys could be so much fun." She cooed softly, before she would sit up and aim to clasp both hands together and slam them down into the center of his chest with all her strength.

[Cael Seran]

Dismounted from his throne, the painful gesture more of a mental detriment than a physical one Cael would find himself mounted by his cousin now with the upper hand. He knew the position he'd taken was a weak one and would definitely pay for it, he did however have a few things to work with. Bringing his arms up before him the boy would form a tight casing shield to the front of his body absorbing much of the damage from her blow however it wouldn't be entirely enough as his palms jutted back to hit himself in the face.

This was by far the worst position he could be in proving to be on his back and in a painful situation. If he didn't change things he'd get beaten hard. Never had he thought that Kazumi was capable of doing this, but then agian... this wasn't Kazumi.

Cael would then part his arms as guards and jerk them up into open palms against her breasts hoping the shock factor not to mention the force would jerk her back a tad. He'd wait a moment till perhaps a distraction struck before inching upwards and then just as quickly reversing the momentum down and pulling his feet up with his ab strength and wrapping them around her neck. A victorious grin if the motion had been pulled off successfully he'd pull back on his hips dragging his feet entow and pulling Feht back down into the ground working his ankles to form tightly around her throat while his hands unbound her legs around him spreading them wide to distort her balance.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The blow to her chest would indeed stun her just a bit, knocking her back. But in the same instant her hands shot out and grabbed hold of the front of his shirt, preventing herself from going too far back and into the embrace of his ankles as the moved to wrap around her throat. Instead she used her grip to jerk herself forward, her hips rocking down upon him as a result, and her head slamming into his his face.

Had she been paying attention to the woman currently watching, she would have disappeared and left the other half of her to fend for herself. But as it stood, she was too focused upon him and the fact that she was having fun and that she was extremely excited in this moment. It felt way too good, the pain she felt and the pain she delivered. Her mind racing with thoughts as was usual, a little giggle once more escaping her as she jerked her head to the side and aimed to bite down into the side of his neck. Kaz wasn't really this vicious....Feht on the other hand, didn't know there was such a thing as boundaries.....

[Kevala Katashi]

She stayed silent as a mouse, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Something was different, she could see that much in her daughter's eyes. Not to mention the way that she fought and the manner she spoke. It wasn't her...and at the same time it was. Oh, Kevala knew what she was looking at, having gone through much the same in her younger years, but WHO she was looking at was a completely different story.

Then, the way the two were fighting seemed to shift, and though she had a good vantage point of what was going on, she still couldn't see the finer details of their moves or hear the softer spoken things that they two shared.

Still, she could see something was up.

A little arch of her brow before she would reach up toward the control panel and push the first random button she came across....A series of holes opening up along the walls of the room, and a sudden gush of fog pouring from each of them. It didn't take long for the room to become filled, making it hard to see in front of your face, let alone five feet in front of you. Yes, this blocked her view of the fight, but she could still hear, and so she listened rather intently to what was going on. Sure she would be able to hear when one stopped fighting back or when things got far too out of hand....Not a word spoken, because she knew these two, and she knew that whatever she said would go unnoticed for the time being.....they were too much like their parents, getting caught up in the moment at hand and determined to win. She just wanted to see how they could handle this little roadblock.

[Cael Seran]

Cael wouldn't resign the grip his ankles had around her neck regardless of the grip on his mid torso holding him there, in fact as a result he'd just squeeze his pelvis harder in order to choke her all the more working less to dethrone her and more to suffice in peeling her off slowly, all it took was time. But then out of what seemed to be nowhere Kazumi threw a hard punch down into his face catching him unawares and unguarded. Defensively his arms would spasm up to block but timing would be short by a large margin catching a full on punch splitting his upper and lower lip peeling out blood with the hit.

"FUCK!"

His guard would now be in full effect shielding his face not resigning to hit her at this point though he wanted to more than anything, his ankles would squeeze tighter and tighter wanting her to suffer and feel the slow inclination to lose control of oneself to a superior power.

Cael wouldn't take to the fog, hardly noticing it. All his focus was on what he could feel taking mind to make sure feht peeled back with the clutch around her neck and brought back Kazumi into reality. If that meant choking the shit out of his cousin to bring it about he was more than willing.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As the fog rolled in, everything became that much harder to see. But at the same time, she could still smell the blood that she had drawn. A choked little giggle, despite the fact that he was currently cutting the air off to her lungs by the way he had a grip around her throat with his ankles.

She tried to jerk free, her hand shooting back and slamming down into his ribs as hard as she could manage, to try and get him to back off, but no matter what she did, she felt herself starting to slip. The scent of blood on this one seemed to cause a stir within her mind. Something she didn't understand, nor that she liked....

She blinked, not quite sure how she had ended up here, or what the hell was going on. But she felt those ankles about her throat and instantly her hands shot up to try and pry them away from her. A little whimper given as her body, which had been moving constantly, now fell motionless. Then, that scent hit her....blood. "C...Cael?" She barely managed to get the word out before she felt her mind starting to slip. She could have struck back, but she wasn't sure where the smell was coming from, and yet she knew it was not her bleeding, which in Kaz's mind was a bad thing. She never would hurt anyone in her family that much...So quite honestly, it scared her.

[Cael Seran]

Cael was in a bit of a shitty position having been man-handled/beaten by his girl cousin but that didn't mean he was out even as she said his name, tone and body language saying she was anything but the creature that'd previously been occupying her body Cael would not resign himself. Hips buckled around her throat choking her still.

"If Kazumi is in there tap out..."

He'd glare her down not holding back and better yet playing a game of chicken with her life as it were. Cael knew the art of deception and had underestimated Kaz/Feht once already he'd not let it happen again even going so far as to overestimate her.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Wait....

What?

Tap out?!

She knew that she should, the grip he had on her neck was way too tight, and though her family was very strict on the "dont quit" attitude, or the "get even later" attitude, she knew that neither of those could really apply to that. Her small hand raising upward so that she could move it into a position where she could tap out against his leg..........But she never got the chance.

Tap out? Was he serious? Her give up because he was choking her? That would have been a disgrace to Master and she was not about to let that happen, no it was either knock her out or kill her, the only way she was going down, and she wasn't about to let her other half just go ahead and throw it all away. Her body, which was currently straddling him with her knees bent back, would rock forward, shifting to allow her legs to change positions so that they were were no longer bent, one foot coming up and slamming down into what she could only assume to be the side of his head, though with the fog so thick, it was any one's guess. Her hand coming up, working its way around his leg and then slamming her fist hard into the back of such over and over again. She was either going to black out soon or he was going to let go, pretty much the only options. The sudden tenseness in her body shifting...the way that she moved and the viciousness of her attacks showing that whatever had been there before was gone now and that Feht was back in charge of this game.