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“Th...” she began to say, as Mr. Lyons handed her a bag of cold pizza, the flush from her face increasing as she wrapped her fingers around the paper bag. Her voice was cut off, however, with a strange feeling that flooded to her core, a curious tingling sensation that made her breath catch in her throat, made her blink furiously as if blinded by a bright light. She closed her mouth and wet her lips with her tongue, still blinking as she shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts.

That was weird... she thought, then looked back up at her teacher. She opened her mouth to answer his smiling face, but his eyes suddenly darted from her to the entrance behind her. She turned to follow his gaze to see Mathios entering, mysteriously late, exuding the tiniest embarrassment, taking his usual seat two spaces down from herself. She had expected her eyes to well up with unbridled tears at the sight of him, but they didn’t. Perhaps it was overwhelming curiosity of his unheard of lateness, or the strange vibe she was getting from him, but instead of being upset, she was filled with concern and a wanting to know more, especially about his bandaged hand. Her eyes lingered on that for a moment, before she turned back around to face Mr. Lyons, opening the baggy full of food as she did so.

What happened to his hand? Is he going to be able to fight today? When did that even happen? It was fine yesterday... She pulled out a piece of pizza and bit into it’s meaty, slightly chilled deliciousness, tasting the pepperoni and cheese, rolling it around her mouth as she chewed. She allowed herself a glance in Mathios’ direction as he sat down, swallowing and taking more, slightly ferocious bites.

At least I can look at him now. Thank you, Jiji! But still, what if I have to face him? Well, if I can look at him, I can fight him. Better if I don’t though. Why are all these teachers being so nice to me today? First Jiji, now Mr. Lyons? Well, I suppose Jiji isn’t a teacher, really. But still. Hopefully -

Her thoughts cut off with a tiny gasp of pain as she bit her finger, misjudging the size of the last bit of crust and crunching her fingers instead. She nursed them in her mouth, reddening at the look Raeyn was giving her from her left. She quickly crumpled up the paper bag, but not knowing what to do with it, loosened her grip and stared at the floor instead.

The room was tense, she could feel it now. Everyone around her was nervous, in some degree, for this exam, even those at the top of the class. Despite Mr. Lyons’ easygoing attitude, a feeling of apprehension filled every molecule in the room, charging it with an intense energy. It was so unlike her other exams: this energy was full of life, movement, the calm before the storm, adrenaline and sweat, a kind of contact that was absent in all other exams. The mock fight for life, literally in the sense of the class, but also their last chance to show the teacher what they really had.

“Today you will all be tested,” Mr. Lyons began. She turned her eyes on him, listening as he dismissed the novice level students away with a rather nervous looking teacher, before he turned his spirited eyes back on the five higher level students. She followed his direction, along with those around her, to the back wall, balling up and throwing her paper bag into the nearby garbage bin as she did so. Her heart pounded harder in her chest as he surveyed them.

“Aya versus Raeyn!” he announced first. Her heart thumped.

That leaves...Jin or Mathios. Oh my god, neither of those choices are- she started to think. She was cut off by Link’s second assignment.

“Jin versus Mathios...” he said. Mr. Lyons’ eyes ran over both boys before falling on Gail. Her head swiveled around in confusion.

“Bu-” she started, but her question was answered by the teacher’s words, spoken through an encouraging, but challenging, smirk.

“Gail versus...Me.”

She could have died right there. The world phased for a moment as her confusion melted away to sheer nerves. There would be no hope of BSing something and hoping he’d miss her failure from a distance. Her head began to droop, her eyelids closing, but as she heard the high pitched cry from her left as Aya and Raeyn began to fight, her heart beat slowed. Aya’s kind voice of encouragement echoed through her mind, then Jiji’s. Even Mathios’ odd words from over the years came back to her, little compliments or comments that strengthened her resolve.

“...Didn’t you hear me?” the man before her said. She blinked and shook her head. “I said ‘Start’. You phased out. Not hungry still, are you?” he asked, concerned, a little frown on his face. She could feel his disappointment, see it in the lines of his young face, the echo in his eyes.

She would not disappoint anyone today.

“Ready?” she asked. Mr. Lyons blinked.

“What?”

“Are you ready?” she repeated, slowly easing away from the wall, toes curling into the floor beneath them.

“Yes...?” he said, looking at her with both apprehension and confusion, the flicker of excitement in the questioning syllable.

“Good,” she said, directing her face to the ground. She closed her eyes for just a moment, feeling her confidence within.

Then she snapped her head back up and charged. Mr. Lyons raised his hands to block from the front, but she sprang onto her right hand, darting around him, past his left side. His head swiveled, but not in time for him to catch the leg that jabbed out at him, knocking him in the arm and pushing him back a few feet. She lost her balance on her hand and fell, hard, feeling the air rush from her lungs, but she didn’t care; she’d hit him.

She heard his familiar jovial laugh as she quickly stood up, and met his eyes. There was no disappointment in them now: despite her failure to land properly, he had clearly been impressed by the maneuver, but even more so her decision to even attempt it.

So she tried again. She met him head-on this time, remembering from his lessons that repeating the same move twice in a row was a good way to lose; once the opponent learns your fighting style, it’s just a matter of time. She threw weak punches in his direction, easily blocked, but their eyes stayed locked, a growing smile on each of their faces.

“You can do better than this,” he growled at her through his grin.

“You bet I can,” she said quietly. She suddenly dropped down on one leg, lashing out with the other, knocking him off balance. He toppled, but this time managed to grab her leg with his own pair during his fall, and twisted her body face-down on the mat.

She struggled, but his legs were a vicegrip. However, from this angle he was also just as incapable of continuing the fight, so he sprung away far more quickly than a man of his size should have been able to, and was charging her again with an open-palm strike before she could fully stand straight again. The impact of the attack should have been enough to knock her flat on her back, but her Light legs whirred beneath her and locked, keeping her on her feet.

She took the look of surprise on her teacher’s face as a vote of further confidence, so she sprang around him from her crouched position like an Olympic sprinter, attempting to pin his arms behind him. She got one, but not the other, and he spun, elegant as water, and caught her across the back with a firm chop. He twisted his wrist as she coughed air out again, regaining control of it while simultaneously gaining control of hers. Her eyes widened as she felt her arm be pressed up against her back, in the position to break (though nowhere near the angle or pressure needed to).

“Good fight,” he said. He sounded a little out of breath. She struggled a little, feebly, before relaxing, a calm expression overtaking her face.

“It’s...”

With a single mental command, her legs moved impossibly below her, acting as though they weren’t attached to a human being at all, but were rather independent organisms. They flattened and gave way, dropping her instantly. She felt her arm start to pull out of it’s socket as she fell, but the hand that held her opened with surprise as she dropped to her belly. Her legs spread quickly into near splits, knocking Mr. Lyons’ legs apart and sending him toppling down on top of her. His hands snapped out to catch himself, landing on either side of her body, to break his fall. He rolled off quickly, but she was already on her feet, fists out, face red and coated in sweat, eyes drooping with fatigue.

“...not over,” she said, panting heavily, but eyeing him with a determination to keep on. It was clear that she had over exerted herself: the acrobatics she’d preformed were no easy feat, and she had been relying too much on her upper body for support. Though her legs stood sturdy and as fresh as they had been when she walked into class, her arms and fists drooped with the expended effort. Her right shoulder was also in pain, and her shortness of breath from so many falls and his hit to her back was leaving her in a wobbly position.

“Come on!” she challenged, visibly swaying. The teacher before her relaxed his stance, took a few steps towards her, and set his hand on her head.

“It’s over, Gail,” he said, in a tone of gentle finality. She blinked.

“But I can keep going!” she said in a rush. Her eyes and jaw set simultaneously. She felt her second wind surge inside her, her and Mr. Lyons’ hair standing on air with the sudden surge of electricity. She backed away and started to open her fist, the distinct crackle of electricity and sparks flying around her fingers.

Half a second later, she felt a smack across the head, almost playful, but it knocked her focus flat out. She swayed, despite the light impact, which was a curious sight, with her legs perfectly in the fighter’s stance but her torso and arms leaning heavily to one side.
 
“It’s done. Watch the other matches,” he said. The look in his eye told her that he had caught what she’d been about to do. She looked down in guilt, but he tapped her shoulder to make her look up again. He said nothing, but lingered on her face a moment, face now full of pride. She glanced up past her bangs to the hand he still had on her head, smiled tiredly, then walked over to a prime viewing position, close to the wall, where she could observe as the other pairs battled for their passing grades.

Lol, I'm going to sound like a suck-up, but I like the first video . It's very very nice for the ears, and the lyrics, oh god the lyrics, so nice .

Another Bruno Mars Vid. xD omgosh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kINAKLhTDOY

I wish I was covered in gold and 21 years old...

Information for my latest post,

Upon a lot of talk I have come up with the following instruction on whats going on in the RP.

You will each post simultaneously with each others partner and keep track of each other via the archives or MSN you each individually will continue the story until end-match, it ends however the two of you choose, when that happens I will post a results post.

All three sparring matches will be held at the same time in the RP as well, you will be sparring your partner while he will be sparring his and I mine.

Keep track of space and time and everything will be fine. Any questions please contact me Via MSN.

[last]

Link smiled as he finished talking then took a turn and swiftly walked back to his seat in front of the class, an all too serious look upon his face as he spoke out to the whole class.

"Today you will all be tested. This is your last day to show me you all have exactly what is necessary in body and mind to pass this class. Remember, I am not here to judge you solely on fighting skill alone but your own determination to survive and pure will to pull more out of your bodies than you have every dreamed possible."

Link turned his attention towards the Advanced class continuing to speak.

"As you all should already know by now, there is more to our bodies than we can even comprehend we all have a precious energy inside many consider Ki, although in this day of age many of you probably scoff at the idea of such nonsense I believe that believing in something greater in yourselves is the key to never limiting your own abilities. The ability to focus that energy and channel it to good use is what we are here for. I believe you have all learned how to fend off an opponent, you have all learned how to use your own energy to protect yourself and those around you.

Today is the day you prove me right in believe such things."

Link stood up and directed his attention back towards the general Self Defense class.

"All those in entry level Self-Defense stand..and"

The room grew with the noise of a dozen students swiftly getting to their feet and the chatter of a curious few who knew not what to expect. All those who were left sitting were Jin, Gail, Raeyn, Aya, Mathios. Ookami watched on not to far from Aya's seating near the back.

"meet the teacher thats going to be judging you!"

The many entry level Self-Defense students showed their obvious dislike for the idea of another teacher judging them, and on such a serious matter as thier Exams too. The room quickly filled with mumbling students chattering back and forth.

A timid voice echoed through the doorway "H..hello everyone ^-^" A 26 year old woman standing in the doorway wearing floral dress.

A big grin grew upon Link's face. "You should all know her but just in case, everyone meet Nurse Lin"

The loud chatter of the students quickly died as many of the male students became captivated at the womans cuteness.

"Cough Cough~" Link quickly tried to break the nervious tension in the room before continuing to speak. "She will be writing detailed analysis on each and every one of you during your sparring matches. Oh and yes you will be sparring just in case you did not get that part. This last test will be to show you have learned everything you can from me. Those of you that pass and show high potential will be getting an extra letter asking for your approval of taking the advanced class. That is all, everyone please go to the outside sparring grounds and await further instructions from Lin"

The class showed mixed emotions about the current situation as they scuffed out the door in a semi-orderly fashion, the echoing conversations and joking about how one was expected to consentrate with such a distraction near them.

"Oookay, well now that thats settled I can now get down to business. You will all be sparring as well, your partners have been chosen by me from what I beleive is a decently even match-up. Everyone please stand and pair up  against the back wall as I call out your names

Aya Vs Raeyn

...You May Begin!

Jin Vs Mathios

...You May Begin!

..and Gail Vs~Me.

...Start.

Indeed.

I think the Fall Season looks good though. :3

Glad to hear~


Oh man it better be, the summer season was one of the worst ever.
We're pretty pick here at AnCo, especially me. lol

Ah cool, I will wait a little longer then. Its worth the time taken  I know I will rewatch DRRR in a few years time regardless of whether there is a sequel, so I might as well have a consistent and quality archive of subs.

Anyway, I look forward to the batch and more distantly, any new shows you pick up. I think the Autumn Season looks more promising than the current summer overall for interesting shows.

Early next week most probably.

Re-encoding 24 episodes into both SD and HD version took longer than we thought .-.

Any news on that batch? Im going to be updating my archives later this week and I would really like to keep a full copy of AnCo^2's DRRR releases.