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@Blu yes.

@Zelosse

Oh there are bullets inside but Kaz didn't turn off the safety like an idiot. But I'll change it to Lorken getting shot if you prefer.

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@Blu oh man... when you said you had a plan I didn't think it meant you would steal something from the boss...

@Zelosse

Do you need me to change it?

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"'... within a matter of minutes?' Ending it with a threat. Yeah, that's good. No... I'm sure he knows enough about the human anatomy that he'll see right through my bluff. Ehh, a stab wound to the leg will be good enou-" Of course, all of this planning doesn't mean squat when it culminates into getting kicked in the damn face by a behemoth of a man. The plan failed. But of course it did. Could anyone really expect the last-second plan to have a positive outcome? Even Kaz, pumped up on adrenaline and false hope as he was, had his doubts about the plan succeeding. It was one that required a mixture of pure miraculous luck and the athletic ability above that of being able to open a difficult jar of peanut butter, none of which Kaz seems to possess. After promptly handing Kaz his ass for the second time this match, Lorken adds insult to injury by tossing Kaz's cardigan on top of him.

After pulling the tattered article of clothing off of himself, Kaz looks up at Lorken and notices a set of familiar eyes. Yeah... that look. He knows that look all too well. A normal person would have some kind of adverse reaction to such a look, even a small one, but Kaz responds with a completely neutral expression. "Yeah, yeah, what else is new?" Kaz gets back up onto his feet. "If only my Quirk was that I get stronger every time someone's disappointed with me, then I'd be unbeatable." He holds out his fist towards Lorken; his knuckles are noticeably bruised. "Heh... That punch that was supposed to hurt you, hurt me instead. I don't think I can do anything to you." There is a calm acceptance in Kaz's expression; one that recognizes the cold, stark reality of the situation. It'd be pointless to continue this fruitless struggle any further.

"He truly is my perfect counter... More physically able than I am in every way imaginable, his combat experience far exceeds my own, and let's not forget that my Quirk is absolutely useless against him. There is no way to beat him. But... this is what I expected from the very beginning. I'm getting tired, so I guess I'll call it quits." Kaz goes to raise his hand and to tell Lorken that he forfeits—not only the match but the entire program. But as he does so, he notices his hand trembling. "..." Is this fear...? Is this excitement? Joy? Rush? Kaz's knows the outcome of this fight and yet... "This is bad," Kaz begins sweating profusely and his upper lip starts twitching, "I'm starting to give a shit." He balls his trembling hand into a tight fist once more. "If at first you don't succeed, fail, fail again until the other side loses interest. Hey, Tall, Dark, and Hideous, let's go."

Kaz charges forward. "I know I can't hurt you..." Kaz throws a straight left at Lorken's abdomen. Another weak punch. He is beaten down once more. Kaz wipes the blood from his mouth and gets back up. This time: a right hook is followed by a horizontal knife slash with his left. The knife is easily knocked out of Kaz's hand as Kaz, himself, is beaten down again with little effort. "You don't even need to evade my pathetic attacks." What follows is a repeating succession of Kaz attempting to hurt Lorken with his punches with Lorken being able to simply shrug them off and punish Kaz's sloppy techniques. "And that is..." The last attempt ends with Kaz being punched into a kneeling position with his body slumped forward.

"Heh, you know... I often ask myself what would All Might do in a hopeless situation like this? Then again, I'm sure he doesn't have 'hopeless' situations. He's not a loser like me." Kaz slowly rises up onto his feet. As he gets up, an object can be seen in his grip. The object in question should be a very familiar sight to Lorken. "I know I can't hurt. You don't even need to evade my pathetic attacks. And that is exactly what I was counting on." Kaz aims Lorken's gun at it's own master. "I'd hate to play the part of his punching bag but it was the only way I could get to 'this' without arousing his suspicion. He knows he can just stand still whenever I threw a punch at him so I decided to use that to my advantage. Even if he noticed at the last second, once I got my hands on it, I was resolved to not let go barring him ripping my arm off." Without any hesitation, Kaz pulls the trigger. Bang! A volley of bullets is let loose towards Lorken. Truthfully, Kaz doesn't even know if those are actual metal rounds or a non-lethal substitute. "Ehh, whatever."

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@Zelosse Well damn, wish you would've told me sooner that his tactic wouldn't have worked so I could have changed it back then instead of finding out now. It just seems weird that I'll have to either leave as is and not mention it at all in the next post or acknowledge that entire last part that I wrote took place in his mind or something which renders the last bit of internal monologue out of place.

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@Zelosse There's a continuity issue with my last post and your latest one. My post ended off with Kaz wrapped around Lorken's leg but yours said that Lorken kicked him before that could even happen. Can you change it so Lorken kicked him off after he wrapped himself around Lorken's leg?

EDIT: Alternatively, I could just mentioned that's what happened in my next post so you don't need to edit anything.

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... You tellin' me this wasn't a Harry Potter RP?

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Kaz's punch hits its mark with a resounding smack and budges Lorken's head to the side by a small margin. Obviously, this can only mean imminent death awaits our plucky and neurotic young student. Kaz had anticipated that Lorken would evade or stop his attack. And he was right: Lorken stopped the punch with his face. Kaz's punches are so pathetic that people won't bother to move out of the way anymore. A cold bead of sweat runs down the side of his face as Kaz, once again, regrets several major life decisions leading up to this point in his life. The entirely unimpressed Lorken verbally analyzes the punch in full detail before "instructing" Kaz on what a proper punch should look like. The blazing quick strike–meant to disorientate–did nothing of the sort against Kaz and actually knocks him off his feet and into a face plant. This is his life now thinks Kaz as he debates the merits between getting back up or taking a nap.

Lorken calls him a childish coward and demands an adequate performance from him in this fight lest he be of no use to Lorken or this school. "Mmmmmnnnfffff..." Kaz attempts to speak with his face still married to the floor. Clearly there was no way Lorken could understand any of that mumbling so Kaz lifts his face off the ground and looks up at Lorken, his body still unmoved. "And in case that didn't come through clearly enough to your thick skull (seriously, my hand still goddamn hurts!), I said that you're right to call me childish, but a coward?" Kaz picks himself back up. "Well... that's just something I have to politely disagree with." Kaz brushes himself off and awaits a response from his opponent.

No verbal response was offered, at least not one that Kaz bothered to listen to, but Lorken did remove a knife from a strap on his back and hands it to Kaz before distancing himself a few feet away. Lorken goes on to explain that certain Pro Heroes utilize tools to tackle the more aggressive foes without inflicting permanent or fatal wounds but refuses to let Kaz use any until he is certain that Kaz needs it. He then tells him to attack once more. An all too serious demeanor takes over Kaz as he inspects Lorken's knife. A seasoned blade—razor sharp and painstakingly maintained throughout its years—it's nothing short of a work of art, by the story it tells if not by its visage. Kaz tosses it down and stuck the pointy end into the floor as the quality of his facial animations drops by seventy percent. "Boy, it sure is mildly warm in here." he says as he removes his cardigan and proceeds to wrap it around his waist.

"It's obvious that he doesn't have any Quirk-based defenses I can 'punch' my way through and, from what I can tell, his attacks are that of pure oxen strength so nothing I can 'normalize'. So, when it comes down to it: this fight is a straight-forward physical match-up; one that I am bound to lose if I play by his rules. But he knows that. There's nothing he can gain from a slugfest with me. That's not what he's looking for. He wants to see how many times I'll keep getting up. In that case, he's probably read a file on me that includes information on the way I think and behave. If I give up so readily like I usually do, then he proves the file right..."

Kaz finishes wrapping his cardigan around his waist, grabs the knife, and proceeds to walk backwards, gaining more distance away from Lorken. "Then again, why do I care about any of this? Even if I prove myself here and now, it'll just be more of this in the long run. I've accepted who I am and have always been: a no-talent failure. Yeah, that's what they've always told me. They can't all be wrong..." Kaz remembers the instructors he's had throughout the years. His third-grade teacher: "Kazuto, you need to do better. This is inexcusable." "I don't care." His gym teacher in middle school: "Is this all you can do? Tha- That's just- It's pathetic!" "I don't care. His middle school homeroom teacher: "In all honesty, you will never succeed in the Hero world." "I don't care." "If you cannot do that much, I have no use of you." "I don't care!"

"Tch." Kaz stares down Lorken. "I'm not that much of a masochist to keep on taking these beat downs. So, I'll just have to try, I guess... Hmm, feels like I'm forgetting something though." Kaz shrugs off that last thought and charges forward, making a beeline directly to Lorken. "If he's thinking I'm simply going to bum rush him, he has another thing coming. Hehe, my master plan will surely- Ehh?" Just a few feet away from Lorken, Kaz unexpectedly trips and goes sliding towards the towering figure. "Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap!" Kaz's master plan seems to have crumble before his very eyes. But... sometimes the unexpected outcome yields the best results.

In one swift motion, Kaz cuts the cardigan free from his waist and tosses it towards Lorken's face. While Lorken deals with that, Kaz has a split-second window opportunity to slide through Lorken's legs—it pays to be small sometimes! Once through, Kaz wraps his arms around Lorken's right leg and presses the knife against it. A somewhat pathetic look—a short guy hanging onto the leg of some big dude—but, hey, whatever it takes! "I don't suppose you're wearing any steel leggings and you definitely don't have any Quirk-based defenses. I may not be all that physically imposing but it doesn't take an All Might to plunge this really sharp-looking knife into a soft, fleshy calf. In fact, did you know there is a major artery in one's leg that when severed will cause (Holy shit, I'm totally making all of this up.) a person to bleed to death within a matter of minutes?"

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And so... the Waifu Wars begin.

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After time has passed, Kaz doesn't come back but Lorken does.

@Kuma

Did... Did I die?

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@Prewiga @GodOfWar Thanks for the compliments. I'm glad I pulled off showing just how indifferent Kaz could be when it comes to Hero-ing.

@Duoya @GodOfWar Best bromance so far! In all seriousness, I like what you guys are doing with your characters, giving us this much insight to their motivations already. It's cool to see that these two still have something to strive for in contrast to my character who's basically hit rock bottom and decided to grab a shovel to dig further.