"Ack...!"
"Oh, come on,
Stevie. You're gonna have to do better than that if you want to beat me."
Jason had delivered quite the roundhouse kick to the side of
his sparring partner's face with his bare foot (as per safety regulations, shoes weren't allowed to be worn on the mats during practice fights whether in-class or during free time), and sent him stumbling off to the side a little bit with his skin now reddened from the impact. The wind controller was having an absolute field day with Steven Jerikson, another student on campus who was known to be quite the bully and frequently picked on either smaller or less reclusive students, even though his own stature was not necessarily impressive and could be knocked down a peg or two quite easily.
Rather conveniently, considering the timing, the idiot had decided that his best choice was to go ahead and challenge someone whom he already knew posed quite a credible threat during a fight (as did most of the university's community), and now here they stood with the smaller brunette getting his ass handed to him. It was ironic justice in its own right, and Jason didn't intend to pass up on that opportunity.
"You just made a
huge mistake, big boy," Steven growled, cooling up his hands and encasing their skin in crystallized frost as he channeled a flow of ice through his veins before thrusting an arm forth and expulsing a cloudy stream of it through his fingertips. He absolutely
hated it when the other boy called him that (after all, this wasn't the first time that they've ever interacted with one another). Jason, on the other hand, merely laughed and lifted his hand without even needing time to focus his energy, immediately lifting a wall of wind that stopped the cloudy torrent in its tracks and then dissipated into the open air with the freezing substance.
"
Big boy? Really?" he scoffed, shaking his head and then suddenly turning his head to face Steven again with an intense glare in his eyes amongst an otherwise placid expression. "Now you're just scraping the bottom of the barrel." Even his own voice had dropped an octave, strangely ticked off more than one would think possible by the- if anything- harmless excuse for a call-out, and with one wave of his hand, Jason sent a lethal rush of wind towards the other boy's right 'flank' and sent him flying into the air before he impacted the floor hard on his back with a cry of pain. Even for someone like Steven, Jason had pushed the limit a little much and was lucky that he hadn't ended up doing worse damage to him.
"... Useless animal," the wind user spat under his breath, turning away and not even bothering to help the groaning boy as he went to leave the sparring arena, feeling that he'd already done enough to vent some of his frustration.
And if not, he could always just go and visit the punching bag in the gym.
(Aaaahhhh, your profile pic is creepy now)
