Gentus likewise prepares, opening his hand up a bit more, releasing his own energy. His golden-yellow aura shines and battles in the air against Mason's. Gentus looks effortless in his release and his stance, but Mason has enough battle sense to know that that is not the case.
"It'll be split moments, but I have to strike at the side not raised first, if I can draw and strike him first, then it's my move to have him on the defense."
Mason's thoughts raise Gentus' eyebrows.
"That's good. I can't wait to see that."
Gentus' words attack Mason, cutting through the steam and hush of the room.
"Wha-?"
Mason is audibly surprised. His aura of power only shivers for a moment, but quickly returns.
He knows that Mr. Gentus can listen now, so he stops all thought.
Mr. Gentus tries to dig deeper into Mason's head, but somehow it's a black void.
"Nice try. My best friend's also Blessed. I learned how to get her out of my head a long time ago!"
In this one moment, both fighters tense themselves. Mason twists his katana and sheath, the step just before releasing it. Mr. Gentus opens his hand flat. Behind him, papers, pencils, desks, and chairs are thrown to the walls.
KGRRSHHH.
Mr. Gentus let himself get caught up in the moment. His focus breaks and now he's thinking about the forced audience they've created. Whimpers and whispers of fear make it through to Mr. Gentus.
"What are they doing?"
"It's the first day of class, you idiots!"
"Mr. Gentus could level this whole school, why is he doing this?"
"Mason, you idiot!"
"Mas, come on. Don't do this!"
Mr. Gentus closes his hands a bit, still letting his Blessed energy flow. The desks and other items trapped against the wall now fall, the pressure that Mr. Gentus was releasing was that strong.
Mason notices and smirks, still keeping his intense heat and power at the ready, watching closely at his opponent backing down.
"Feh."
"Lower your weapon… now."
Mr. Gentus grits his teeth, trying not to let his sincere request sound too orderly, keeping himself in line before being forced to step out.
Mason understands, feeling like Mr. Gentus really doesn't want to end up fighting him. This does nothing but pleases Mason because to him it means he has the upper hand.
"Why? Scared you'll lose!?"
His face twists into a horrible grin. Mason's eyes alight in a deep red flame and even some of his facial features seem to sharpen, honed in the flames to a proper fighting form, the sweat he could form evaporates in a flash and creates a heavy air around him. Mason turns his blade fully, unsheathing it, and in an impossible instant begins flying towards Mr. Gentus.
"Bring iiiiiiiiiiitttttttt!"
Mason cries out, looking for a true strike.
Mr. Gentus closes his eyes, and in a matter of half of a breath, screams of metal clashing against metal reach out of the second-floor second-year classroom, pouring into the air above the Masquerade courtyard. Nearby animal life is frightened and scurried away.
SHNK SHAK SHNK
Mason poured his Cursed energy into his blade, the black-hilted short-katana he keeps on him at all times. The blade was heated to a molten temperature, releasing torrents of hot air and flames. Mason unleashes it upon Mr. Gentus. Flying towards him, Mason roars with pride and his general rowdy attitude. Never the calmest one in any room he's walked into, Mason seems to have met a good match in this man. Mr. Gentus stands before him, watching him lunge deeply at himself, calm and composed.
With impressive tact, Mr. Gentus matches Mason's short-katana with his pom-pom pen, or rather, a shaft of light extending out from the pen, using it as a hilt to create this extraordinary Light Blade. The veritable Holy weapon sings as it catches Mason's strike, not pushed back by any feat of strength, especially not the young man nearly barking at Mr. Gentus. The hard shaft of yellow and gold light dances around Mason's body, and Mason's own blade of flaming red tries to keep up. The two are thrown into an intense match.
"Calm down, Mason."
Mr. Gentus' silky voice rings through the fuming flames at Mason's sword, dancing through the fight and into his piping ears.
"Nragh!"
Mason is quick to ignore the warning. Successfully trading blows with his teacher, Mason grins deeply and devilishly, and his eyes start to darken into a deeper red fire- not like his friend, Sam, but with the fiery vigor of battle. Lunging back into Mr. Gentus, then shoving off of him, Mason falls back and prepares his next move. Testing what he can. Mr. Gentus being an experienced fighter rushes in and raises his pen-sword toward Mason, challenging his resolve.
SHNGGG
They meet blades again, Mr. Gentus can glean from the minimal moments of fighting that Mason has something akin to skill, yet unsure of where his power really is. Mr. Gentus smirks in enjoyment though, feeling a little fire light in his belly now too. Remembering his placement, Mr. Gentus does recall the students around them, falling back to make sure no one takes any gleaned blows without warning. The students line the walls, pushed back by either the fear of being dragged into a fight or by the sheer powers being cast off of the two combatants. Every parry and blow does manage to shed both fire and light into the room, luckily not enough yet to catch anything.
Continued in PART SEVENTEEN…