Let The Sparks Fly - Match 2 - Oliver vs Mikhail

[Oliver Grey]

Oliver took a deep breath as he stood in the hallway leading to his side of the ring, his hands opening and closing reflexively as he prepared his mind for the fight. His thoughts whipped by as he waited for the announcer to call him up. Something was up. And he knew it. The school letting kids go? No way. There was absolutely no way. Initially, he'd entered to see if he could get some insight into what this was all about. Maybe he could sneak back into the arena after a match, make his way up to that mysterious blacked out spectator's box at the top and get some answers. All he knew now was that the last place he wanted to be right now was the dungeons. Whether that meant winning one match or all of them, he was going to do his best.

He looked up as he heard his name announced over the PA, and took a deep breath before heading down the hallway and up the ramp. Here we go...no turning back now. Gotta win. I have to. He knew he had a decent chance. His powers were versatile, and as a commander in the prefects he had plenty of experience using them, especially against other gifted. Then again, he had no idea what the powers of this "Mikhail" character were. He could have been counter-picked in his first match, he wouldn't be surprised if the government didn't want him winning this thing. But he was determined to try his hardest to win. He wasn't going down without a fight. Oliver stepped into the ring, hearing the door close behind him as he made his out out onto the mat.

He almost sighed in exasperation when he saw his opponent. He was big. Much bigger than Oliver himself. That meant he was most likely stronger than him, which was going to make hand to hand combat difficult. Besides that, he looked like he had skills. His stance was sure and calm, his weight perfectly balanced on his feet. He was gonna have to play this one carefully, he was certain. And the quicker he could draw out his opponent's power the better. He looked up at the spectator's box for a moment, then back down at his opponent, and nodded respectfully to him as he slipped into a combat stance. "Best of luck, big guy. May the best man win."

[Mikhial Zolnerowhich]

Mikhial wasn't the biggest fan of the idea of fighting most likely just the entertainment of some eccentric rich men and women. He walked slowly down the hallway to the arena, throwing off his flannel at the edge fighting area. He cracked about any joint he could and stretched as he waited for his opponent. And who walked into the ring wasn't....an ideal match up. In hand to hand Mikhial would have size and range over him yet he didn't know his powers so that could go real bad if it was something to go against him so he would just stick to fists for now. At the nod the russian powerhouse stepped into the center of the ring. "Da, I try not to her you too much. That sound good?" He said with a smile clenching his fists and just standing still, his breathing barely visible in his chest. It was something his father had taught him, made to drop the opponents morale a little, make himself seem as if he was nothing human, some sort of cold Russian machine made of iron instead of flesh. It worked well for his father who was about the same weight as Mikhial and about two inches taller in his prime, said plenty would try desperately over the top moves to try and topple him. He also knew to hide any pain he withstood to keep the illusion going.

[Oliver Grey]

Oliver raised an eyebrow at the...boy's response. It was difficult to think of the monolith in front of him, nearly a foot taller that Oliver and several times wider, as a boy. He watched his movements. The boy could be a statue, for all he could tell by looking at him. Barely breathing, stock still, he would certainly be an imposing image for anyone. Oliver though could sense his biorhythms. His heartbeat, the rate of his breathing, the electricity firing down his muscle fibers with each twitch. It helped ground him in reality and he shook out his shoulders. He was only human. Not a monster. And he'd be damned if he was going down without a fight.

Preemptively, he flexed his fingers, summoning up a strong current of electricity that ran along his skin. Since nothing in the ring was metal, there was nothing to give it away. And if, as he assumed would eventually happen, the boy came in for hand-to-hand, he would be in for a nasty surprise. Well, no more pussy footing around. Let's get this over with. He decided to save his electricity for now and open with a testing of the waters. He coalesced a ball of bright red thermal energy in his hand and brought his arm up in a flash. A barrage of smaller blasts flying out in a stream directly at his opponent, the air searing and hissing where they passed.

[Mikhial Zolnerowhich]

Mikhial pressed his foot into the earth and spun out of the way of the red orbs, his face not changing from a deadpan even though he was curious, whatever he was shooting was hot, probably it was pockets of heat, so his metal skin would do much to protect him so for now he'd stick to flesh and try and use his training to the best he could. He kept to the edges of the arena, running around the perimeter to avoid the shots. He kept his breathing level so he wouldn't get winded and become and easy target. He came right to the left of Oliver and, using the wall for a kick off point, he jumped over him, tucking into a roll and landing on one knee with one hand supporting him. He waited for the next attack so he could make his move.

[Oliver Grey]

Oliver dragged his hand along behind the big Russian target as he sprinted, rather quickly for his size, around the outside of the ring, avoiding the string of heat blasts. With such a large target he could have led him and landed a few hits, but that wasn't the point. He was dragging the attack out to force him to use energy and hopefully to determine what kind of skill-set he was dealing with. The answer came quickly as the boy stayed perfectly fine physically and eventually vaulted off the wall of the arena, leaping over Oliver. As he leapt, Oliver traced the trajectory of the jump with his eyes, and didn't even wait for him to hit the ground before he moved into action. He rolled backwards and slammed his hands onto the ground right as Mikhial landed, flooding thermal energy into the mat of the arena. This would cause the springy material at his landing point to become softer and much more collapsible, making it much harder to kick off again. Then he switched gears and flexed his hands again, a web of electricity exploding out from his palm and spreading across the floor in an instant, a high voltage wave headed straight for the large boy.

[Mikhial Zolnerowhich]

Mikhial's eyes widened as he felt the mat compress under him, that was going to be a problem if he ever saw one. Then saw the wave coming for him, he cursed in Russian and pushed himself to the side trying desperately to avoid the electricity. There was no way his skin would protect him from this kid. He'd have to use it in short bursts to get a punch or two off. He scrambled away from the spot and tried to stand, looking at Oliver he figured he had to get in close and use his strength to his advantage. He ran full speed at Oliver, breathing deeply and tensed up one leg as he slid at him, hoping not to stop short and leave himself open for an attack. He slid at full speed right towards him and suddenly stopped ten inches too soon, leaving himself on the ground right in front of Oliver."Der'mo."

[Oliver Grey]

Oliver leaned forward and tensed, watching the boy narrowly avoid his wave and sprint straight towards him. Just as he was getting ready to perform a maneuver Kim had taught him, involving a dive roll over and a half turn around, which would have put him in a perfect execute position thanks to the boy's aggressive tactic, he blinked. The boy slid early and stopped right in front of Oliver, blinking at him and uttering something in what Oliver figured had to be a curse in Russian. Huh. His hands still on the mat, he smiled apologetically. "Sweet dreams?" As the words left his mouth he poured a massive charge of electricity into the mat through his palms, hopefully enough to, at this close of a range, reach the boy instantaneously and knock him unconscious, ending the fight quickly and painlessly right there.