-Most important on the battlefield is your strength and fast thinking. There is no help in one-on-one fights. I’ll choose who’s going to fight who. And I see that two friends volunteered. Ivan and Misha! You’re going to be the first.
The Lieutenant pointed at the two students who talked with the old war veteran. He gave rubber knives to both of them. Ivan was the one who saluted the teacher earlier. He is small but has well build body. Long blond hair to his chin. Wearing a black bandana to not block his view with the hair.
Opposite of him stood slightly taller Misha. He has shaved hair and a small scar on his mouth. His eyes were entirely focused on his opponent while Ivan had a smile on his face.
-To make the fight a bit fair, you can’t use your Esper powers. There are a few ways to win. Your opponent surrenders, you knock him down or the opponent is incapable of moving. Get ready… Begin!
Misha used his height to his advantage and attacked with a knife. Ivan avoided his attack and wanted to advance but Misha was ready and stepped back. His strategy was to keep his distance and use his height to his advantage. Ivan wasn’t going to stop any second. Misha was forced to move all the time. Once he got close he tried to land a hit on Misha’s stomach. Misha hit Ivan’s hand with his knee, making him drop the knife.
He thought that now he had a chance and went for it. One swing of the knife and he wins. Misha already figured out that there was an unspoken rule. More hits with a knife means victory. Ivan avoided his attack by turning around and bending his knees a bit. He grabbed Misha’s arm and tossed him over the shoulder. Once he hit the ground Misha dropped his knife. Ivan grabbed it and before Misha could stand back, he had a knife by his throat.
-That’s the first captain!
Ivan helped Misha stand up. Afterward, they shook hands and went back in line while talking in their native language. No one could understand them but it looked like friendly talk.
-The next fight will be between… You and you. State your names.
-My name is Thomas Bright.- Said the boy with short middle part blond hair and blue eyes.
-Levan Gigani.- Said the boy with long black hair to his shoulders.
The first minute of their fight was circling around and waiting for the chance to attack. Slowly, they approached each other. Thomas was the first to strike but his attack was blocked with a simple and swift move of a hand. Levan tried striking too but his attack was blocked the same way. They both were open for an attack.
Levan made his move and aimed his knife right at Thomas’ chest. At first, it looked like Thomas lost his footing and was going to fall down but before he hit the ground he used his hand as a foundation for his next move. Levan was kicked right in the kneck almost knocking him down.
Levan took a few steps back and tried not to lose consciousness. Thomas quickly stood up with a spin on the ground. That move impressed a few students.
-So kicks are allowed… That didn’t even come to my mind…- Said Levan.
-Everything goes on the battlefield. Honor and rules are the last things you’ll find there.- Explained Lieutenant.
-If that’s the case…
Levan came running at Thomas and slid on the ground right before him, grabbing his leg and forcing him down to the ground. That was a bold move that made the fight more chaotic. Thomas was the first one to react properly and got hold of Levan by twisting his arm and wrapping his own legs around it.
-That’s it. Thomas won.
After hearing these words, Thomas realized Levan and helped him stand up. Levan left him with a cold “Thanks”. He was clearly unhappy with the result of the fight.
-I have one question for you, Thomas.- Said Lieutenant as he approached the winner.
-What is it, sir?
-Is your father a soldier?
-Yes. He is a soldier.
-So you are the son of the famous Bright. That explains how well you fought. Alright. Next is going to be Osir against… You with the orange glasses.
-My name is Nolan Tillberg.- Said the boy with short brown sideways hair and special glasses.
Nolan looked ready for the fight but every professionalist could that his stand was bad and full of openings. Osir saw that and didn’t even bother to get into the stand himself. When Nolan charged at Osir, he simply took one step to the side to avoid him and slapped Nolan’s neck. He furiously began to attack him. At first, Osir was dodging his attacks but he tried to block one of them. To his surprise, Nolan was stronger than he looked and his block wasn’t too effective against that power.
-Stronger than you look…- Said Osir as he rubbed the place he was punched.
-And I thought you’re some big shot since Lieutenant chose you.
Osir once again avoided Nolan’s charge and this time kicked him in the back of the legs forcing him to his knees. He grabbed his head and pulled it back while placing the knife on his throat.
-Osir wins this fight.- Said, Lieutenant.
After hearing that Osir released Nolan from his clutch and made him fall, face to the ground. Osir simply went back to the line and stood by two previous winners. Nolan stood up and approached him.
-I want a rematch!- Shouted Nolan.
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