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Connor didn't cry out. Instead he smiled, despite the blood from his nose "predictable" Now that mimic was close, Connor twisted his caught hand around, capturing mimics own arm, he attacked with a round house kick, all the while bringing up his free hand in a punch directly at mimics gave, shifting his weight to maintain his balance.
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His vision was dazed; his head wobbly, his reaction time slow after that roundhouse kick and punch. 

With all his might, he pulled on his arm, a judo-flip that sent Connor over Mimic’s head, hitting the floor. 

He pinned his knee on Connor’s chest with pressure.

“You done?”

He walked into the classroom

"Ben, you're up!"