Spar between Professor and Student!(Closed)

Revan entered the training arena no more than a minute after the student whom he had invited to duel. He made sure to set up the training hall with his weapon hidden in one of the storage closets, just in case he needed it. He had looked into many of the relatively newer students. It wasn't to learn about their abilities or anything of the sort, but to see if they truly were who they claimed to be. He didn't really trust the headmaster to do a proper background check. If she did, she seemed to disregard the results. This particular student set off a few red flags in Revan's process, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. "It's interesting, we don't get many people who don't exist in this school. Most people who enroll here have at least some credentials."

"My sources didn't find any information on you attending a combat school prior to your enrollment, now this could be a fluke. My network isn't perfect." Revan chose a rather forward approach simply because it often caught people off guard, even though it did reveal how much he knew in the particular situation. "Then again there are a few who forge their papers. Others enroll with no papers to speak of, because they were raised in unfortunate environments. All are possible. So which category do you fit under?"

"But I get ahead of myself, I'm Professor Winterstone, however you can just call me Revan. I don't really care if you're Human or Faunus. Heck I don't even care if you're with the White Fang or just a criminal." Revan purposefully chose his words to imply that the White Fang were not criminals since it was not entirely uncommon for Faunus to be aligned with the faction. "I'm just here to teach."

"Sob story… Seems possible enough. Though the erasure of records is unlikely. Maybe it's true. I certainly hope it's not. You could be trying to throw me off the trail. It could even be both, since partial truths are easier to work with" Revan really was interested in sparring, but he was also there to learn as much as possible about a new student. "I'll bite. It doesn't really matter if you're telling the truth or not. After all… I'm just here to teach." Revan reused a line to emphasize that he really didn't care if he learned anything about Erika's past, but he would attempt to do so anyway.

"Does it matter if you were raised on the streets? You seem to be in a reasonable enough situation now. Being a student has it's advantages. You get to live in the dorms, food is provided. Not the highest class stuff, but better than what you claim to be your past." Revan adjusted the gauntlet like armor which covered his arms. Before taking a stance that—while seeming relaxed to the average person—was ready for combat. "I guess you're right… I did invite you to spar."

"I just hope that I don't have to face you on a real battlefield, I've got enough blood on my hands already. And I'd hate to kill one of my students" Revan chose a sarcastic tone, even though his human and faunus kill count was actually rather impressive, and he most certainly would not hesitate to kill if he had to. He tended to avoid lethal combat. Revan didn't much care for killing, but he understood that in rare circumstances it would be required. "Always sucks when you accidentally kill a person or two."

"It's time to start the lesson! I don't really care how you use this knowledge, you can go kill people if you want. I just teach. Not doing so could cost me my job." Revan waited for his opponent to attack, rather than choosing to make the first move himself. A calm, careful, and defensive strategy. It would allow him to learn more about his opponent in less time. That was the plan at least.

Combat Info:

Erika attacked by faking a punch before spinning into a kick. Revan saw the move coming. It was somewhat well executed, but not well enough. He waited. Unmoving. Until Erika began the kicking motion. Then he quickly jumped back and right, just out of range. "Your feint was too obvious. If you actually went for the punch it would have been easily counter-able. You were trying a little too hard to make me expect a punch." Revan continued his lecture while remaining in a defensive stance. He wasn't taking this battle seriously yet. "The average peon might fall for it, but any experienced fighter will see it coming."

"I'd advise going for the punch later. Make it a little less obvious. It will give your opponent less time to figure out your tricks. Brute force will only get you so far in battle. You have to get into the mind of your opponent." Revan was able to learn a decent amount simply from examining Erika's form and attack style. Having seen many different kinds of fighters, allowed him to learn a lot about a person from as little as a singe attack. "Your form was decent. I'd guess that you've never been formally trained, but you've seen your fair share of fights. Skills that could have been acquired from living on the streets, or affiliations with the White Fang. You've narrowed down my options."

"You can learn a lot about someone by fighting them. Pay close attention and you might learn a thing or two as well." Revan tended to take an indirect approach to teaching, and that was exactly what he was doing in this instance. Tell the student what to look for. Often times they'll accidentally learn something. If they don't. Well then subtly point them in the right direction. When the student learns without being told the answer, they might find a unique solution to a problem. Something that people don't expect, because it doesn't follow a common approach.

Combat Info:

Revan was happy to see that Erika took his advice about feints, but less happy to see that she was homing in on his smooth criminals. His little soldiers. His man berries. His testicles. Revan wasn't able to shift his body in time to block the first and second knees to his bad boys. He was however able to move his stance enough for the succeeding blows to strike his left thigh, instead of his beanbag.

"Going right for Tweedledee and Tweedledum? Those are priceless artifacts. Family jewels. Not something you can just replace. Where's your sportsmanship?" Revan yelled in his usual up-beat tone. The odd thing was that he didn't seem to be affected by the attack, certainly not as much as he should have been after such a blow to his nutty buddies. A knee like that could have turned Revan's doubloons into defunct currency.

Expecting every dirty trick in the book, Revan had elected to wear some protection for his land down under. He had a cup custom made to absorb and disperse as much attack power as possible. It was made to be durable, without being rigid enough to dent, and thus aid in crushing his happy sack. It cost him quite a bit of money, but there was no expense too high when protecting the minions to ones little mastermind. In this case it stopped him from being neutered without signing a consent form first.

"I challenged you—a student, who I figured might have connections to the White Fang—to a battle, and you assumed I wouldn't be wearing a cup?" Now the cup didn't absorb all the shock, and some of the impact was transferred to thing one and thing two, but enough force was removed from Revan's A-listers for him to walk it off, as opposed to the intended crippling blow to his cracker jacks. He certainly felt pain in his ammo boxes, but Revan could deal with pain as long as his sauce factories were still in business. He wouldn't have taken things so lightly if his dragon slayers had taken the full brunt of the attack. "Good thing I thought to shield my globetrotters. Gotta protect the twins somehow I guess."

The attacks made two things certain, one was that Revan would have to watch out for brazen and brash when around this girl, and the second was that the girl was more than likely affiliated with the White Fang. Few students would use such an attack on a professor. And considering that Revan is human, if Erika affiliated with the White Fang, she probably held no remorse for her actions. "Damn that was a good hit. Do you expect me to sing without my background dancers? To strike a deal without my business associates? To put on a play without supporting actors?" As most everyone knows, pain inflicted to the cream wells takes a few seconds to register, and Revan's face contorted as the full rush hit his wingmen. "Well I know not to underestimate your strength." Despite the agony that his two roommates were experiencing, Revan remained on his feet.

Combat Info:

Erika was glowing. She was going to use her semblance. Even though he was sure that the attack would do immense damage, Revan chose to let it hit as intended. This would give him an idea of the full strength of his opponent, without revealing more than his own defensive capabilities. It was a reasonable strategy, especially considering that Revan could hold his own if he was truly in danger, he certainly wasn't in this situation.

After the barrage of five immensely powerful attacks, Revan fell backwards into a sitting position. A set of strikes like that could have caused serious internal damage. It would be smart to see the school nurse after this fight. While Revan could still stand, he would prefer not to, especially after taking such a beating. Much more fighting and he might be knocked out, if not entirely killed. Revan didn't intend to let things go so far.

"Modeling semblances now are we? You know that such an attack could have killed a man. You also know that I'm not the average man,' Revan lifted both of his hands in surrender. 'but one more barrage like that and I'm finished. There's no reason to continue this fight. You've defeated me." Revan had gained all the information that he wanted. He wasn't sure if Erika would take his surrender or continue fighting, and honestly he didn't care either way. Revan had planned to visit the nurse after the battle, getting knocked out just meant that he might not have to walk.

"You're certainly a formidable opponent. Your techniques might need some work, but you learn quickly. I'd say that proves you were never trained formally. When your life is on the line you need to adapt or risk death." Revan was obviously ignoring the pain that he was experiencing as continued. "However, that attack must have taken a lot of aura. Against a more slippery opponent, those attacks may have never hit, leaving your energy depleted. But if I was a combat instructor, I'd give you an A."

Combat Info:

"Well I guess it's a good thing that I never take things seriously then… But you can't rely on a move like that as a finisher. Sure it's strong, and if your opponent is immobile it would likely do you well, but it leaves you depleted of energy, and unable to fight. If your opponent is not taken out, you certainly will be." Revan extended his right arm directly to his side. Before teleporting twice in immediate succession, giving the appearance of summoning his sword. When really he had just set up his sword so that he could teleport to it's exact location, grab it, and teleport back. This was all preformed almost instantaneously. And without some sort of enhanced vision, all one would see is Revan's blood red aura, and his blade seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

Bringing the still sheathed sword up to Erika's neck, Revan began to give advice "Suddenly your strongest power is your greatest weakness. Avoid using it unless you can guarantee that it will either hit and incapacitate your opponent, or you have a teammate who can finish the job while you recover. Work on your strategies, and choose your moves wisely." Revan then set his Katana on the floor next to himself. While Erika could attempt to reach for his sword, Revan knew that she would be entirely unable to unsheathe the blade due to it's unique magical lock.

"I didn't have to fight. I simply let you defeat yourself. The best victory is to win without fighting." Revan revealed his skills as a strategist, all while hopefully teaching Erika a thing or two as well. "The victorious fighter wins first and then seeks battle, you were already defeated before the first blow was struck.