What The Luck!?

"You look afraid. That is normal. Against me, many people run in fear. I am powerful." The bulky boy from the body building club couldn't get enough of himself. Asher rolled his eyes wondering if the entire match would just be this boy complimenting himself and his muscles. It was gross to say the least. However. Asher also knew that he would be able to take him down more easily since the boy was arrogant.

"Come at me with all your strength. I will teach you how much you need to learn when lifting." The flexing was even more over the top as the body building club member showed off his arms.

"Dude, you really need to just stop for a few minutes and think about what you are saying." Asher just frowned more as he believed that he was looking at someone with only muscles for brains.

"You will see soon." The flexing intensified and Asher visibly cringed.

"Alright whatever, let's just fight." Asher had reached his limit and he started to fall in to his stance. He knew that if Ton was actually ankle to life a Ton and was strong enough to match the massive ego he had, that he would hit hard.

Asher made the decision not to let any direct hits to land but only attack the weak points. Since he decided this he moved forward and started to move side to side. Ton did not react at All. There was just the slow turn of his head as Asjer moved out of view and to the side.

When Asher jabbed out at him and hit the solid wall of muscle that was Ton's side, he realized that the muscles were hard as steel. "Ha ha ha, do you feel how weak your hits are? I have muscles of steel so I hone them every day. I thought they were nice before but my passion had only been improved by my super power." Asher couldn't believe how lucky this kid was. His super power had matched his passion so perfectly.

It was very rare for anyones super power to match their desires and passions in life. Mostly because it was sometimes based on genes. This meant that the super power could be the same as a parents or revolve around them in similar ways. Often there would be a mutation that came from the two parents' genes mixing and give birth to a new or different super power completely. Asher's case was the same as this since it was completely different.

Cara was similar to her mother's because it dealt with the senses in a way but was loosely related to sound instead of completely similar. The use of it was also different since Cara couldn't hear as well without consciously trying to manipulate sound she could already hear., However, she could hear other frequencies if she put enough effort in to it.

Meanwhile, Ton was making his first move. Since he thought that Asher would be completely stunned by the pain of coming in contact with his muscles, he tried to slap out. This proved to be a mistake. The slow movement was easy for Asher to read and he was able to counter easily. Unfortunately for Asher, his opponent was too heavy to throw and instead ended up just being forced off balance and falling forward temporarily.

Asher had not hit hard enough to damage his own hand but instead just shocked himself. The vibration had been the same as hitting his funny bone or landing flat footed on the ground. It was not pleasant but it was tolerable after experiencing training such as his.

Ths chock came to Ton's face as he found he had not won the match instantly like before. He had been underestimated by his opponents since they all expected him to be slow and easy to beat. Now that he had been surprised and underestimated his own opponent he came to the mental conclusion that he would actually have to fight a real match. Something he had never had to do before.

Asher was not blind to how his opponent acted. The slow tantrum like swings of a flat hand showed everything. He knew that Ton had never truly fought a battle and that he was going to continue this until he was stopped or Asher was able to tire him out.

This was not the match he expected and when he started to use Ton's momentum against him he found that ton was spending most of the tike falling on the ground. "You know, those heavy muscles make you really unbalanced. Maybe you should change your training and maybe slim down." The comment was enough to make Ton charge at him and directly trip falling forward. Asher took the chance to put a knee on his back and trap Ton.

The match was decided just like that and Ton didn't even say a word as he trudged out of the gym. Asher could almost feel bad for bruising the body builders' ego so much ut knew that it was a necessary step in the boys' life. If it never happened one day it would be the ultimate downfal. It was better now than then.

The break was another ten minutes but that was the most interesting ten minutes. He was able to find that Art and Jane had been paired up and were facing each other. Their match was at a stalemate.

"I told you that I was going to win this. I have been training much more lately." Art had never really beaten Jane. She had always had speed and a knack for martial arts over him. Her shifted form was much worse. She increased her power and her speed much more so that he was unable to keep up. That was until now.

He had trained and shown his strength at the Ricktor tournament. Now he also added his super power in to the mix. Along with his well thought out plan to counter her stare. The looks that would freeze and later slow down an opponent wouldn't work when he used the flattened and warped metal beads as a reflective mirror.

Art had taken the time to study everyones' super power to a degree. Especially the ones related to weather and myths. There was just too much information available online or even in the school library.

This had led him to find that a mythical hero had fought against the mythical medusa using a polished bronze shield to combat her stone causing stare. This method had led to the hero cutting off medusas' head. Naturally, Art was not planning to cut Janes' head but instead used the reflection of warped metal to fight in. He knew that he would be seeing a mirror reflection and spent his training sessions at night mimicking a mirror. It was strange at first, but now Art could fight a mirrored opponent or a regular opponent.

Jane had made sure to shift right in the beginning. She knew now that Art used his super power that she needed to use her full strength. Her scales on her arms were not strong enough to block the metal but after shifting, they could block most of the damage. She also knew that if Art caused any of the metal to become sharp he would be disqualified. Lethal force was against what a hero was.

This only got rid of a small number of her worries. She had to fight against his constantly evolving mirage boxing style. She hated that Art had mimicked some of her footwork along with everyone else's moves. It was a strange mix that made her feel as if she was going against everyone in the group. The only person that Art seemed to have trouble taking moves from was Asher.

The main reason for this was because Art couldn't pull of Ashers' strange positions. Asher was able to move and fall but catch himself at the last moment. Art couldn't do this because he was not lucky to just fall in to it instinctually.

With this in mind, Jane treated Art as if she were sparring with Asher. They would go all out to some degree but Asher would always be forced to go with his flow and reveres her hits on her again. Art could not easily do this.

The result was that every time Jane slashed out with nails she found Art making the metal block it or hi attempting to deflect it. The two continued to just push each other back over and over without doing any real damage to one another. The match sounded like it was pathetic to a degree but in reality, it was intense and balanced. The two could not surpass one another just yet.

This was the perfect opportunity either had to truly push beyond their limits. Their matches while training had always been filled with teaching and critique. Now it was filled with steel will to push on t the next round and take the top spot. They were already sure of their good grade but now they wanted to surpass a good grade with the best possible grade.

Asher could only watch as his two best friends began the real match.