The Combat Arts prof. Room 695

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She looks at him and tilts her head slightly, almost in an innocent way, then a devilish smirk crosses over her lips as she drops to the ground and starts freezing the entire floor. She rushes forward, her feet continuing to freeze the floor, as her dagger slides into her right hand and she slashes across, aiming for his chest.

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He held his hand out, the edge of his hand intercepting her own arm that she had launched, sliding his hand then down to her hand, twisting it outward. He had jerked her hand open, the dagger in Soren's hand then dropping as it clatterd on the icy floor. He used the ground to his advantage, rotating his arm then around herown form once more, having his left leg being pushed against her side. She would have spun at a 330 degree, his opposite hand being pushed out as it struck her back, his other hand releasing as Soren went flying against the wall. He smirked, his eyes flashing black as he gracefully wisked his hand in a circular motion, a blade materializing into the hand as he threw it forward, the blade then seeming to split into 20 or so other blades. At a brisk, suspenseful moment, the blades had all stopped, all pointing at Soren's chest; in projectiled mid-air. "Heh. Nice try Soren. I'll give you one more try to hit me, but this time, make it something difficult to stop." He lowerd his hand to his side, the blade slowly fading away, then holding both arms out, open for attacks. "Go on Soren. Try, if you can."

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A soft growl escapes from between Soren's lips as she peels herself off the wall. Her multi-colored eyes narrow as she assesses this situation now. Hating that she was so easily beaten, she tries to think quickly of a way to get back at him. Pulling out her marker but keeping it out of sight in her right sleeve, she begins to draw while keeping her eyes focused on Neko. She draws one dagger and it quickly multiplies into fifty others, all of them darting forward toward her teacher's form. Pushing off her right foot into the air, she throws the second dagger she has with her left hand at his chest while drawing quickly with her right hand a huge 60 foot long serpent that begins to slither its way toward the target from the right side. Opening its mouth to reveal many long sharp fangs, it hisses in eagerness, wanting to feed. Dropping to the ground, Soren darts to the left quickly and pushes off the wall to launch herself at Neko, claws extended. She keeps complete focus on her target, ready to change course if he manages to escape the daggers and her serpent, hoping she covered any possible escape routes.

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Neko smirked, seeing her great attempt to attack. He would have simply dashed his left leg out, having his form croutched at a low-file position. The blades that were thrown had hit the wall behind him, rotating his body at a pivot as he took one of the bades from the wall, at the same time, lifting off the ground. He faced the on-coming snake, flipping himself above the serpent, throwing the dagger he had gotten. It struck the snake at the skull, the creature falling plain dead, blood bursting from the wound. All that had happend in less then a second, smirking as he then landed to the ground, having his leg lifted up, and curling it backwards, an Axe-kick slamming down on Soren's shoulder as she was lunged within his range, and finally, having her land plainly on the floor, his foot simply pinning her to the ground. Neko shook his head, looking to Soren with dissapointment.

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Growling lowly, she glares coldly up at Neko. Keeping that expression, she watches as an ice version of herself forms behind the teacher, lifting a foot to slam it into his right side, forcing his form into the wall to the left. Soren's angered expression turns to one of satisfaction as she rises to her feet.

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"Hmm. Pathetic." Neko would then rotate himself backwards, his arm grabbing at the ice version's neck, and smashing it, the whole form shattering. Neko would then have his plain palm held out, pointing it at Soren, a small whisper escaping his lips. "Repel" And as then, the words escaped, Soren would have been blasted back, her body thrown against the wall as he then lowerd his hand. "Now then, Soren. Very nice try, but no." He chuckled then. "You can take your seat now, Ms. Soren, You've proved more then enough." He shook his head, then leaning back beside his desk's edge, his arms then crossed over his torso.

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Stepping away from the wall, her eyes glaze over as she nods silently. "...Yes, sir..." She murmurs in a distant tone of voice, walking to her seat and sitting down. She pulls her gloves back over her hands and closes her eyes, remaining silent now, her head bowed.

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"Now then," Neko sighed, yawning some after it as he sat into his seat. "Class is going to be dismissed, or should I say, Out for a while, until Head Mistress Raven's terms say's so, all clear?"

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"Yes, sir." Came Soren's reply as the area around her desk freezes over, the ice reaching out a foot around her.

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"Soren," Came the teachers voice. "Stop freezing your desk."

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A low growl escapes her lips as the ice melts and the water fades. "...Yes sir..." She mutters something under her breath.

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"What was that?" He stood up, looking lowly upon the unfaithful student.

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She gives a cold glare in his direction. "Nothing, sir..." She murmurs.

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"Hmmmm." Neko would then sigh, walking over to his student.

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Her entire body tenses as she keeps her gaze locked on her teacher's approaching figure.

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Neko then narrowed his eyes, wisking his hand across her form's confrunting face, her head moving to the direction his hand had gone as he slapped her effortlessly, Neko then lowering his hand. "You will show your teacher respect."

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Not even whimpering or wincing in pain, she slowly returns her gaze to her teacher, her cheek reddening where he slapped her, and bows her head in respect. "...Yes, sir...sorry sir..." She whispers.

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"Hmmm." I'll see you in the first of Feb. It seems Raven needs some time to fix the school." He looked at his students for the last time, then walking out of the room.

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She stands and leaves the room, a trail of ice following her out.

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"Seems like I must extend it. The class will reopen in decenber, hopefully, or I'll be quitting my job."

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"Okay, teacher. If you say so."

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