The Male Student (A Honkai Impact 3rd Fanfiction)

Chapter 13: Catalyst

The boy held his sword backhanded with his left hand as he reloaded his Glock 18.

"Mei-senpai!! Don't lose to this loser!!" Kiana exclaimed, causing the boy to furrow his eyebrows to her with possible anger, before shaking his head and focused onto his fight with Mei.

'I need to finish this as soon as possible.'

The boy put the Glock back into its holster and dashed forward in the same intense speed he had as he raised his sword before bringing it down onto Mei. She anticipated this, and blocked it with her sleeves. The sheer force of the sword strike was powerful enough to cause a small 'boom' upon impact, but somehow it wasn't enough to slice her arm off, or even fracture a single bone in her arm. Instead, due to the force, she was pushed back several feet away until she stopped.

The boy blinked at this, surprised at how she was still standing from that one burst of attack.

'Yeah. Principal was right. I really shouldn't underestimate these battlesuits. They may look impractical, but they are pretty useful!' He thought, watching as Mei recovered from the impact.

"Nice one. But was that your all?" Mei asked with a challenging smirk on her face. In response, the boy put the sword to his back, took out the Glock, changed it to automatic, and proceed to rain bullets onto Mei, who deflected each and every bullet flown towards her in precision. With every bullet she deflects, she moves closer to the boy, who began to use his other Glock when the one he initially held ran out.

"I got you now!!" Mei exclaimed, before dodging a bullet in the nick of time. Time immediately crawled to a slow, as Mei dashed in quick bursts towards the boy before inflicting multiple slashes onto the boy before kicking him away at the chest.

She was awfully cautious never to inflict damage onto his family jewels.

To the boy, he only saw a red blue before feeling significant pain on his chest before he was kicked away, flying a few feet, losing his Glocks and the moment he touched the ground, he kept rolling due to the momentum of the kick, and took his sword froand thrusted it to the ground to stop himself from rolling again. Holding his chest, he found that there were no cuts on his body, and the pain was much lesser than a normal slash. This was probably a defensive measure in his battlesuits. Slowly standing up again while holding his sword, he accidentally pulled the trigger of the sword for a second. The moment he did that, the grey blade began to glow a dark red, while the boy's left arm began to experience a slowly intensifying pain the longer he held the sword.

Taking the sword out and holding it with just his one hand, he immediately parried a downward slash, before almost effortlessly pushing Mei away. Seemingly panting, as if doing something as that was tiring in of itself, his left arm was slowly feeling intensified pain. The boy resisted this pain, before he dashed forward. He didn't expect his speed to be faster than usual, causing him to unexpectedly be face to face to Mei before he immediately looked down to prevent their faces to smash against each other, causing their foreheads to ram against each other, before the boy fell back to the ground with Mei following suit.

The boy is genre savvy enough to know that it was bound to happen, and averted it.

"Ow. . ." Mei groaned out as she held her forehead, while the boy had recovered immediately and pounced onto her with the sword on her neck. For some reason, the boy positioned himself rather awkwardly. The blade was positioned in such a way that it was the same as moving a lever, which was to move it up or down. In this case, down to Mei's neck. His feet were on her legs, causing his rear to stick out, and his right hand pinned her arms on her head. All the while his left arm continued to be in pain.

Knowing that there was no way out, she heaved a disappointed sigh, and let loose of her strength.

"It's my loss this time," Mei admitted her defeat, causing the boy to let out a strained smile before lifting the sword off of her neck, its blade still glowing a dark red and his left arm getting more intensified pain by the second, and got off of her.