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➳ reeling (1)

✻ reel
/rēl/

verb
gerund or present participle: reeling

➳ to lose one's balance and stagger or lurch violently.

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This was it, Present Mic's voice boomed across the arena.
Hashimoto Kaiyo and Bakugo Katsuki; two of the strongest students in the first-year hero course. Kaiyo stood quietly at her end of the arena, clasping her hands together and closing her eyes- err more like eye. The other eye had been taken over by a vivid yellow Rose that had grown on her since her quirk manifested. The brunette had tried to mentally prepare herself for everything. She didn't like fighting all that much.

Katsuki looked like he wanted to blow her to bits, right then and there. Tiny explosions already sprung from his palms like firecrackers. He gritted his teeth in anger. She wouldnt even look at him, it set him on fire.

" you think you're hot shit huh? dumb bitch.
i'll teach you not to fucking look down on me- i'll beat you into the dirt where weak ass flowers like you belong! "

Kaiyo refused to answer, but she opened her eyes and frowned. Despite not knowing what 'shit' and 'bitch' meant she still looked quite upset. Deep breaths. This was it, for real this time. It was not like when Katsuki knocked her off the swings at the playground. And it was not like when he pushed her down the slide too hard. This was the UA Sports Festival.

Her parents would be watching. She had to win this.
For Bakugo, everyone was hanging on his opening remark.
He had to win this too.

And so it begun.
Kaiyo curtsied politely.
It only fed the flames in Bakugo's eyes.

As Katsuki rushed towards her propelling himself with explosions, Kaiyo had raised her hands like the conductor of orchestra; and her musicians sprung from the earth. thick vines rose against Bakugo's assault and he was swearing profusely as he blew them into pieces. The explosion charred the greenery to a crisp- but the girl had already vaulted over said wall and forcefully landed on his head with her flat heels, exerting further force so she could jump behind him as his heavy frame staggered. The crowd erupted into loud cheers and yells; Kaiyo's fighting style was quite like the dance of a violent prima-ballerina.

" fuckin- DIE! "

The deafening applause faltered when Bakugo yanked her to the floor by her leg. Kaiyo yelped, cushioning herself with a blanket of moss and using her hands to keep her face from hitting the ground. Katsuki had released her and fired two explosions while she was down. Noone saw exactly how bad Kaiyo took it as they were covered in smog. She had quickly leaped out of the thinning smoke, doing backflips like it was second nature. Although looking closer her knees and legs seemed a little weaker compared to before. They had small bruises. Kaiyo's lower lip trembled, but she decided she'd just shake it off. Spinning gracefully and still light on her feet, black, thorny wood branches stiffly rose in an area round her. They surged towards Bakugo as she hopped onto a smooth one and began running towards him as well.

Kaiyo was on offensive,
how could this little plant girl give Bakugo fucking Katsuki this difficult of a battle? The wood was obscured by the light smoke, tendrils jabbing at Bakugo. He responded by promptly blowing them up. None landed a hit- but Kaiyo had aimed for another jump kick as she descended from the branch shrouded in fog. Close combat. The smoke had cleared, the audience was loving it!

Bakugo fired a weakly charged explosion at her leg which aimed it in a different direction, but Hashimoto just uses the other one. Katsuki dodges, eyebrows knitted together angrily and yet he had this thrilled smirk on his face. They were on equal ground; it made the thought of curbstomping her even more appealing to him.  A punch from his right arm, Kaiyo twirls sidewards to avoid it as if in a dance of death. She lands a strong kick square in his chest and he recoils a few steps back. He throws an explosive punch that collides with her shoulder, Kaiyo skids backwards- her boots digging into the ground as her breaths start to grow uneven. She quickly jumps back into action and throws kick after kick, with a few weak jabs using thorned gauntlets she grew on her hands. A little over half of them hit, the others deflected or countered. Katsuki replies with even more swearing and a large scale explosion aimed at her entire goddamn body.