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pro hero (part 2)

After tearing my chains apart, the pro hero ran towards me. Blood came out of some filters he had on his silver vambraces, trying to reach me. But at the quick sight of the fluid chasing me, I managed to jump away. But everytime I did, the pro hero would just follow me, and I could barely dodge each attack.

"You have to try a little harder than that!" he boasted.

Eventually, my low stamina got the best of me, and the teacher's blood wrapped itself around my upper body. I kneeled down as Vlad King's blood imprisoned me as I was unable to feel my arms and could barely move my hands. As the pro hero slowly walked toward me, chucking menacingly, I pretended to be completely vulnerable. I saw my sickle at the other end of the battlefield on the sand, and as I tried calling it forth with my left hand, barely twitching my fingers, I managed to lift it up and threw it directly at the teacher's head.

Unfortunately, Vlad King noticed this at the last second, jumping backwards as the blood that imprisoned me returned to his filters. I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath as the sickle returned to my hand when I used my quirk.

"Nice timing..." Vlad King told me.

The two of us were a few feet away, and when I looked down at our surroundings, noticing there were still bits of my chain left unbroken, I hid my right hand behind my back and used my quirk to move them. Though Vlad King noticed, and stepped on the remaining chains and buried them
under the sand with his foot.

"You're too far away. Your magnetic field isn't strong enough from this distance. If I were closer, you'd be able to pull them out from my grasp. But the force over here isn't strong enough for you to pull your chains away. You'll have to get closer."

I grunted, impatient. I hated to admit he was right.

The pro hero charged at me next, surrounded by his own blood as I protected myself with my sickle. The teacher kept on slashing me with his blood as I tried to evade each attack with difficulty. Though I managed to get an opening, and as I carried my sickle with my left hand, with my right I threw the cuffs at Vlad King's leg when I ducked.

But when I did, my hands got too close to each other, so I let go of the cuffs and summersailted. I stared into the pro hero's cocky eyes, frustrated at myself for almost losing the fight right there with a simple mistake.

"I should've known," he proclaimed, "Since your hands have different polarities, North and South, if they become too close, they can get stuck, can't they?"

With each attack, the teacher was able to discern almost all of my tricks and weaknesses; something I'd never thought I'd see. No wonder Vlad King was a pro hero and a teacher at our school.

"You know, after seeing you in the Sports Festival, I thought this would've been more of a challenge," he sighed, "I'm sorry. But this ends now."

I was tired of Vlad King's quick perception, assuming I was weak. I charged at him one last time, throwing my sickle at him and controlling it in midair with both hands. The pro hero kept on dodging with ease, jumping and ducking with every possible opportunity. Suddenly, I could feel my body become weaker with every move; I was losing iron by the minute. I even started coughing during our fight, and could feel my feeble legs tumbling me. If I had prepared even more beforehand, practiced and trained like I should be doing, eating healthy and taking care of my body, then perhaps this fight would've ended earlier.