"Come, give me your best." Two said with a grin.
Even if the moves she aimed to use were fouls, Eleven wasn't intimidated, this was a spar and a chance to learn.
Adjusting his feat, he gazed at her with an unwavering determination.
Peering directly into his eyes, Two was taken quite a back, 'I'll never allow anything to happen to you again' muttering to herself, she raised her left hand and signaled for him to come at her.
Launching forward, Eleven shot his left fist forward, though this time the results were just as he'd anticipated. Two tilted her her neck a little to the left, without moving from her original position and threw her raised kick, aiming for his libs.
Having already adjusted her strength and speed to match his, Eleven didn't struggle as he dodged the kick with a step back.
This time though, Two simply watched him dodge, but didn't persue, instead she went back on her stance.
'She's not planing on attacking' Eleven scoffed, as he readied himself for another attack.
Dashing forward, he slinged his fist, same as before, but with the intention of distracting.
An inch away from her face, he retracted his puch, spinning to his left instead aiming his back hand at her neck.
Watching this unfold, she merely smiled, without flinching, she blocked the attack, and before Eleven knew what was happening, he was already laying on the green grass, belly flat his back stinging like he was suddenly struck with a bat on his spine.
*ugh*
Wheezing in pain, he rose up and with a heavy breath and no word, took on the battle stance.
Gazing at him, Two didn't know whether to laugh, cry or applaud. The conviction in his eyes somehow appeared to remind her of someone.
"Come then, show me that that conviction is not for show."
With that, Eleven darted forward, with a spin kick, though the result ended with him laying on the ground, with grunts of pain.
'I could've broken a few bones if I was an ordinary human' pondering, he picked himself of off ground and once again took on the orthodox stance.
He sprinted towards her, and the next second he was flying off ground coughing out blood.
.....
Being tossed around for over thirty minutes, he couldn't have anticipated that the style she was using could be this complicated. Looking at it, it didn't even seem to have a foundation. It appeared like all the moves were made on a whim or at the very last moment.
Grunts escaping his lips, Eleven shot upward, his face battered and his nose dripping with blood.
Using his hand to wipe the blood, he slinged towards her.
Two couldn't help being amused by his persistence, if it were any other person, after receiving the beating he had taken, they'd have quit a while ago.
'This, she's not following any particular movements, she just spams them randomly' Eleven whispered with gritted teeth, collecting himself again and spitting out a month full of blood.
How was he getting tossed around by her? She was clearly less experienced than him, so how? She was even generous enough to lower her stats to match his level.
Eleven was getting more and more frustrated, the style she was using couldn't have been the cause, so what then?
Trying to focus his blurring vision, he raised his fist and was about to dash forward when suddenly a stinging headache shrouded him, though not as strong as when he was recalling the memories, it still caused him a little discomfort, which made him stagger and almost fall.
"I think we should stop for today." Two inquired with a concerned face after seeing his condition.
Eleven remained silent for half a minute, drawing in the fresh air around them, before finally answering.
"No, I can still go on."
Looking at her, a psycotic smile appeared on his face as he suddenly mimicked her stance.
"What are you doing?" Did he hit his head or something? Two was shocked, she couldn't tell what was with the sudden change, she knew very well that no one in this place, maybe even in the entire solar system could use this style.
Yes, it looked much like the unorthodox style, but only she knew what it was, she had supposedly created it from scratch. Combining multiple styles and adding some of her own, making it seem unpredictable and out of place.
.....
Eleven didn't answer her rather, his smile grew even wider as he bolted towards her.
This time, he didn't aim for her, rather he circled behind her, and in an instant before Two had caught on what was happening, he squatted and swept his kick across her feet.
Two was caught off guard with the sweep, making her stagger and almost fall but used her ability to float a few meters away from him.
It's not that she was too slow to follow him, no. The reason she was caught off guard was because of the move Eleven had used.
It was a move most styles utilized, but how he executed it, left her in a daze. The move perfectly resembled her own.
"What was that?" She asked curious and at the same time terrified.
"My ability."