Backstory CH.3

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Yay another late update anyways enjoy the next chapter.

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--Location Boxing ring--(Y/N)'s POV--

(Y/N)*With a look of bloodlust still on my face I turn and look at the Sergeant dead in the eye. Making the Sergeant look back in fear and moving his eyes back to the soldier I finished beating on. When I left the ring I saw the looks on everyone's face. It was the one of pure fear and shock. I followed Mendez to what looked like to be a debriefing room of sorts.*

(Mendez)Sit down. *Motioning to the only chair in the room.*

(Y/N)Yes sir. *I said taking a seat.*

(Mendez)Why did you fight the way did back in the ring?

(Y/N)Sir, you told me that all is fair in love and war. I didn't anything back Sir.

(Mendez)Yes I told you that. I must say though, the way you fight is something that I did not expect from you. And your power, it seems that you have found a way to control it.

(Y/N)Sir I have found a way. It is always there as a spark inside of me, all I have to do is fuel it and let it do the rest. All I can do with it right now is slow down the world for me and engulf my arms and legs with it. I also believe that it is called a semblance Sir.

(Mendez)Semblance, huh interesting. Any ways you performed better than I expected. You sought out your enemy before stepping foot inside of the ring and then beat them down. ODST's are people to not take lightly. Do you have any fight left in you Cadet?

(Y/N)Yes Sir.

(Mendez)Good follow me I have another opponent for you. *With that he walks out of the door and back towards the training room.*

(Y/N)*On our way back to the training room staff members and other soldiers looked at me and looked back with my eyes red. Causing all of them to look away in fear, knowing what I've done seems to of given me either a standing of respect or fear with those who watched to fight. When we entered the training room once more and headed to the ring my opponent was already there. His clothing says that he is another Spartan-ll.*

(Achilles)That is John 117. He has been in a similar situation to you, beating two of the four ODST opponents to death in the ring. I suspect that this fight is to see what your limitations are as a fighter and how much pain you can withstand before going down. His augmentations have made his bones indestructible and his reflexes tuned. Even with your semblance this will be though.

(Mendez)*Walking over to John on the other side of the ring.* You are not to kill or severely injure him. Only knock him out and teach him a lesson of pain, understood?

(John)Yes Sir.

(Mendez)Fight when ready.

(Y/N)*Without waiting a second longer I saw John rushing at me. Activating my semblance did little to help, with John being a full fledged Spartan I can't break his bones like the ODST's. And with his reflexes amplified I can't roll around him. I cover my arms with the white-yellow light and brace for impact. When he struck I pushed his arm across his body and threw a right hook at his jaw. My impact landed but hit a brick wall looking at his face, a blank look was all there was. I felt a fist impact with my gut, all I did was smile at him. Jumping back from him I didn't pay attention to the pain in my gut. Knowing that the only way out of this is getting beaten I let my semblance go to full power. With my body getting covered with angelic like armor glowing orange and yellow. With this new armor I charge at John, I aim a punch at his nose only to miss and have his fist impact with mine. Feeling a sharp pain and blood flow down my face I rear back and impact my fist with his temple. After that I take a step back only to have my semblance deactivate, from pure exhaustion I fall to one knee. Not wanting to back down yet I stand up and put my fists up. As if on cue John swings at me impacting with my solar plexis. I drop down on both knees. I look up and give him a toothy grin. The only thing that I remember is a left hook.*

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