Loose, Loud and Crazy

Myles thought this place was pretty cool, but when he came across the wooden platform he was a little confused.  He asked around and apparently, if he asked nicely he could hop in a simulation made by an illusion master if he had no one to spar with.  He had to try this, so after a long day, he got changed into his usual garb Jeans, a t-shirt, though he was without his hat or belt buckle.  He smiled the whole way to the arena.  A freakin' simulator? Whenever he wanted he could just go up and spar with someone with barely a cut or bruise.  He almost thought it was too good to be true and this was how everyone was brought up in this place, with some stupid prank.  Then he remembered why he was living there in the first place, people had powers.  This time he was willing to suffer a headache for the sake of some fun.  Once he got there he talked shortly to the assistant of the C & D instructor, a smile on his face as she confirmed what he was told.  He stepped up on the wooden platform, telling her where and to surprise him with the amount of opponents, just hoping she wasn't a smart-ass and spawned fifty on the platform.  Suddenly, Myles was in another place, an alley way, about as wide as the platform, right next to them was the door to what appeared to be a bar, cheers emitted and Myles told himself it was a Sports Bar, probably something big as the place sounded crowded.  He was wondering what was going to happen when two men seemed to appear out of thin air right in front of him

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The first man was very burly. His muscles proved that easily. Ink black hair was slicked back, and a goatee adorned the man's face. In his mouth was a partially burnt cigarette. Dark eyes leered at the teen who stood not too far from himself. Eyes did not waver, they held a dangerous look to them. Implying that he was not there for mid-noon tea. More like he was ready to destroy Myles's face in. A metal pipe was on his shoulder, carried around like a baseball bat. Perhaps an indication to how he liked to use his metallic weapon. He stood with authority, displaying his apparent strength as if it was a major award.

Without a glance towards his comrade, Man One charged forward with a resounding roar. The lead pipe being swung at Myles's shoulder. It was a blur, could he dodge it?

Myles offered a small smirk at the overly burly man. As soon as the man lifted the pipe, Myles pupils had already dilated, that blur of a pipe slowing to an even movement at a crippled walking rabbit's pace. Myles took advantage of the man's large size, taking a small hop back landing with his right foot slightly back. He then took a sidestep to the left, putting his body horizontal to the left of the guy, raising his palms, giving his arms a good shove, and letting centrifugal force continue to take the man. Myles would the take one half step back with his front foot, raising his hands before offering the man a haymaker right in the back of his jaw. If all worked to plan, he would relax for a second, letting his pupils flush and his normally light blue eyes turn to a more blue-grey color. A dull headache would begin to creep across his head but he ignored it once adrenaline really started to kick in.

The man staggered away, clutching his jaw with an open hand. His head spun for a moment before the man regained his balance. Cracking his neck, the man returned to a state, ready to fight. The ugly bruises visible were slowly disappearing. This man had the ability or regeneration. It was going to do more than that to hurt him. A equaly taunting smirk crossed the man's face. However, he did not attack. Leaving it for his partner in crime.

The beast waited in the shadows for his partner to take the first shot at the human. Watching how he fought, the Minotaur scanned for any weaknesses or loop holes to the boys power. When his partner was done fighting and stepped back, the beast gave a low growl, his read eyes bore into the human's soul. He took a step forward, and kicked his hooves against the wood surface like a mad horse read to charge. With an angry roar, the Minotaur walked forward to the boy with a huge ax in his hands. Better tactic was always walking, not racing ahead.

Beast:

Myles bit his tongue, deciding not to go with a verbal attack.  He rose his hands, standing on the balls of his feet, bouncing lightly waiting for the fucking huge monster to approach.  When did a monster get into an alleyway? Well, he asked her to surprise him, but dear lord.

The monster walked forward until her was a yard or two away. Tactics, scanned. It gave a huff with its big bull like nose. The Minotaur gave a surprising roar and rushed towards the human, his hooves making the ground shake. The beast lifted up its ax high into the air and swung it down at the human.

Myles' pupils dilated again and as the monster dropped his axe, he would take two steps to his left, attempting to dodge the falling axe.  If it's successful, he would attempt to run up with his left foot onto the handle of the ax and deliver a right footed kick with his momentum and nail him under the chin.

The beast was suddenly caught off guard when the boy ran up the axe. Target movem--- The simulator's thoughts were cut off why a heavy blow under the chin. With a roar of fury, the Minotaur grabbed the boy's waist and started to squeeze with it's massive hands.

With his pupils still dilated Myles clenched his teeth, putting up two fingers on his right hand, directing the precisely towards the monster's windpipe, his left hand, two fingers up, going towards the moster's eyes, the slo-mo letting him aim directly for the pupil.

The beast still had a death grip on the boy, but was unsure of what the boy was planing. His grip got tighter and tighter by the second.

Myles drove his fingers directly into the monster's eyes, his right ones aimed lower, aiming for what might be considered it's windpipe.  He would feel the grip getting tighter, suddenly his stomach would jump, it certainty wasn't because of the death grip, that was a pressure.  Then that dull throbbing returned, but he ignored it, holding his gift as he would attempt his attack, his eyes turning slowly from blue to a very slight blue in mostly grey.

The beast roared in pain at the tricks the boy pulled. Need to end fight soon. It stumbled backwards, dropping the human. Before either of them made a move the Minotaur took a knee, "bowing" to the boy, his ax still in his hand. "You have fought well." The simulation beast said deeply. "Your tactics and skills are growing. Just remember, to survive in this world, we must learn its rules and how to stay strong." The monster said majestically, standing up. With his ax in his hand, he walked towards the shadows. "And when you fell like giving up, don't forget why you held on for so long." He said looking back at the boy and then disappeared, the simulation was over.

Myles offered a smile as light flooded his eyes, suddenly everything tunneled to him, his eyes were a complete gray and he was pale faced.  Adrenaline did nothing for this, the pain was like a thunderclap, heavy, sudden and rattling.  The pain in his head made him take a step back, his vision was swimming and a nausea wave hit him like a tone of bricks.  He took a step back, falling through the still simulated wall to the bar, his stomach lurched as time seemed to slow. In his stupor all he could do was flail about, he turned in the air, turning sideways in the air his left side facing down, his left arm slightly bent as his hand hit the ground first.  A sickening snap would be heard as he continued his downward fall, his shoulder hitting and leg hitting at an odd angle, obviously a non-displaced fracture, the arm sitting at an odd angle.  Finally his head hit the concrete, not too hard, but hard enough to leave a good, bleeding scrape up the left side of his face, and a possibility for concussion.     to add insult to injury, he bit his tongue.  His head lolled to the side, blood slowly seeping from his mouth, and down his face, a single groan escaping his lips as his vision thinned out to thin slits of light before darkness would take over, going into full unconciousness.

He fell down in a crumpled heap right at her feet. She couldn't help but wince. It was impressive how much he'd managed to hurt himself fighting thin air. Kayla prodded at him with her toe, sighing. His arm was bent at a stomach-churning angle while blood streamed out from his mouth. Fucking hell... Damn it, she hadn't come here to play nurse with some hick. There always was some sort of idiot flailing around over here, and of course it had to be him. Myles. The same guy from the Formal. Funny for them to run into each other again like this. "The whole point of a simulation is to not get injured." Could he even hear her?

She crouched down beside him and clicked her tongue. He was lights out. Kayla gave a sigh and glanced back up at the arena. Was it even worth it to try anything? It would be easier to just leave him here. A frown flashed across her face. "Idiot."

Kayla reached out to scoop him up before retracting her hand. Right. Electricity flit across her fingertips. It wouldn't kill him, but something told her he wouldn't appreciate getting tazed. He needed ice, and for that arm to get immobilized. She wrinkled her nose up at the injury.

Of course, she didn't have anything on her. No ice, no splints, no tape, not even a phone. She'd never owned one. Back home, it was because her dad would've never let her have one, even if they could afford it. Here, it was because the thing would probably explode in her hand. Pres could barely keep a signal when they were in the same room, and what was the point in owning one anyways with no one to call her? Kayla never thought there'd be a situation where she'd need one.

She stood back up, a groan of frustration escaping her lips. "Why did they make me volunteer for this bullshit?" Electricity rippled up her arm. "C'mon, are you gonna sleep all day?"