Tournament: Round One

[donthink_shoot]

It was Zero's job to clear out the weapons hanger for the tournament. While it seemed like the most improper place for such a thing, where they were, it actually was perfect. The building was larger than any room in the dormitories and it had the most wide open space. All that needed to be done was to move the shelves containing weapons on the

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[watch_the_nails]

Ever since it had been announced, Victor had been looking forward to the sparring contest. It sounded like a good chance to air some of his grievances in a legitimate environment, a way for him to beat the shit out of anyone he happened to be up against that he didn't like; it was supposed to be 'no powers', but how the hell was he meant to make his claws, fangs and regeneration disappear? Whoever he was up against was sure to be in for a world of hurt. He couldn't possibly lose.

And then, she'd turned up. Olivia, that power-sapping little bitch, the pathetic, mewling tramp who'd taken away his physical mutations with barely even a thought. He didn't have his nails, his sharp canines had retracted, and his regeneration had all but vanished, a fact that he'd discovered after an unfortunate slip with a knife in the canteen the previous day. For all intents and purposes, he was physically human. He'd never felt so defenceless in his life. And if that wasn't bad enough, he'd been matched up with a girl - a goddamn girl! Like she'd even be a match for him. He may not have had his natural weapons any more, but he still had his brute strength and his years of experience in unarmed combat and bar-room brawls. He hoped it would be enough. It had to be. Even Victor wouldn't have expected the arrangements to be changed simply because some little whore had flipped out with her powers against him.

Scowling, he cracked his knuckles as he stepped into the ring, already feeling the adrenaline pulsing through him. She was just a girl. This should still be easy.