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Who: Hawke, Anshu, spectators!
What: AN SPAR.
When: Sunday, November 14th!
Where: Da stadium.
Warnings: Punching.

Hawke was not entirely sure why he signed up for the sparring sessions. He was a commander, not necessarily a fighter, and hadn't flexed that particular figurative muscle in quite some time. Though, when he thought about it, perhaps that's why he signed up. Stretch his legs a bit. Even if he didn't do much hand-to-hand nowadays, he'd still been trained as a soldier, and soldiers fought.

He was rusty, sure, and he had no idea what his opponent was capable of, but that would just make the fight more interesting. That, and he'd never actually sparred in the stadium, so Hawke had busied himself scrolling through all the settings and getting a feel for how the place worked.

There certainly were a lot of buttons...

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Of course Lash wasn't going to miss this. So she was there, sitting on the benches.

Ulki came to watch.

Whether or not one could guess, but it was so he could witness Hawke's fighting style. Anshu, he cared less about, but he was there to survey.

Oh look, it's Hawke's bff, Max.

He appears to be boring holes into Hawke's very soul with his eyes from his seat in the bleachers.

Anshu entered the stadium in her human form. Without knowing the customs of a spar, she didn't know if she'd have to speak with her opponent before she began or not.

Why did she choose to partake in this event? For a grade. That's what Meta Knight wanted his students to do, so she would do it.

Where... was her opponent? In the middle of the broad stadium, Anshu didn't know where to look. Maybe he wasn't there yet or something.

That tallish guy over at the control panel. Yep.

Hawke was very engrossed in all these stage settings, having seen them in action, but never actually set them himself. So when Anshu entered, she was probably greeted by the simulation changing rapidly, switching from stage to stage as the CO figured out how to program everything.

He did, however, notice Anshu entering, and figured this girl was his opponent. "Did you have a stage preference?" He called to her from the control panel.

Oh, the changes were so strange. Anshu, instead, opted to stay away from the center of the stadium.

"Preference..." She repeated, directing her attention to the guy at the control panel. That must be him. "No. I do not."

He'd almost hoped Anshu did have a preference, because there were so many stages, picking just one was difficult. Eventually, he settled on a random button, which, when pressed, caused the stadium to take on the appearance of a long bridge at sunset. Hawke took a moment to inspect it.

"I trust this is suitable?"

Anshu wobbled a little as the setting changed again. She looked all around her: the stone bridge, the castle off in the distance... the redhead took the time to even walk to the edge of the bridge, where she noted that the bottom could not be seen. If one were to fall... It made her human body feel unsteady, so she took a step back.

"This is fine," she agreed, nodding at him.

Not much one for words, Hawke merely nodded and trotted off to the opposite end of the bridge, readying himself for the spar. He still had no idea what this student was going to throw at him, but she looked rather slight. At the same time, however, he knew not to underestimate his opponents.

The voice of an announcer echoed through the stadium.

THREE

TWO

ONE

GO

As the voice counted down, Anshu released her transformation, returning to its original form. As a human, the best it could do was release short bursts of psychic manipulation, but that wouldn't do in a battle, it knew.

If it could help it, Anshu would make its first move as swiftly as possible. The space before it ignited a towering flame that projected itself into a spiral, heading straight for its opponent. A Fire Spin, for the Pokemon-savvy.

Ah. So the student was a Pokemon. A hovering, stony, sun-shaped Pokemon. It was a little unexpected, but Hawke refused to be daunted. Still, he was already wondering how on earth he was going to punch a floating rock.

No matter. He began his charge, closing the distance as Anshu unleashed its first attack.

With such a narrow bridge, there wasn't much he could do in the way of dodging, so he ducked low and covered his face, trying not to take the brunt of the flames. It worked only marginally, and the blast of heat and fire drove him back. He fell to his knees, doing his best to push through the attack.

A burst of strength brought him back to his feet and, still sheilding his face, he dashed towards Anshu, looking to ram it with his shoulder.

The meteorite Pokémon hadn't been in many fights before. While Anshu didn't panic, it also didn't know the best course of action to take in the situation at hand.

Perhaps a little belatedly, it levitated higher, giving Hawke the opportunity to hit it, but not as on-target as before. However, his shoulder made impact with the Pokémon, causing it to spin backward. ~~Somehow, Hawke managed to hurt a rock.~~

Instead of floating up, however, Anshu responded with a bout of Confusion: its eyes lit up, and it stared straight at its opponent.

When Hawke rammed Anshu with his shoulder, he hadn't really thought about how much it was going to hurt. It hurt. A lot. He'd basically body-checked a rock, which, in hindsight, was not a particularly smart move. But how else was he supposed to do damage? He gained some solace in watching Anshu spin. At least his shoulder-pain wasn't for nothing.

The retaliation, however, he did not expect. Eye contact with the rock-thing resulted in the most splitting headache Hawke had ever experienced. He stumbled backwards and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to struggle through the feeling of the psychic attack invading his mind. Fighting blindly against the unexpected offense, he swung a punch.

What did it do to him? Anshu had never used Confusion on a human before. It was so odd, seeing one act in such a way. Anshu remained stationary, watching Hawke. Somehow, its senses told it to leave him be: natural Solrock instinct. It wasn't like them to persist once the opponent was already handicapped in such a manner.

It turned out that trying to punch a floating sun-rock while under the influence of its Jedi mind-tricks was not a very good idea. Hawke swung too wide and missed completely, the momentum of the punch spinning him around and bringing him dangerously close to the edge.

He had to (rather embarrassingly) bend over with his hands on his knees to regain his balance and clear his head. Blinking away the headache, he brought himself to his feet and tried the punch again--with better aim this time.

Hahaha come on Hawke, Lash wanted to see you do something other than try punching. Secretly, she hoped you were carrying gadgets.

The punch that flew for the Solrock missed, for it lifted itself higher and backward in an instant. Since he seemed much more capable, its instinct drove it to attack once again. Another Fire Spin formed, heading straight for Hawke.

When the second punch failed to connect, Hawke figured it wasn't worth trying a third time. There was simply not enough width to the bridge, and he didn't want to chance being hit by that mind-attack again.

But it wasn't a mind-attack this time--it was more flames. Hawke dropped straight to the ground and stayed there until the heat had passed him. By now, he figured that trying to punch or kick the Solrock wasn't going to do much good, so when he got to his feet, he reached to his belt and pulled a pistol out of a holster, firing a barrage of laser bolts at the Pokemon.

Anshu scrolled away from one set of shots, but it failed to move its frame out of the way from all. It shut its eyes tightly on impact: obviously, the punches hurt far less than these beams did, it noted, and Anshu could already feel the toll the attack would take on its performance. It would have to make sure it didn't let its guard down like before. People weren't just going to stop in a spar, it seemed.

Quickly, it floated higher and further away, hoping this would prevent further damage. In the process, boulders from the surrounding cliffs behind its opponent dislodged themselves, floating in place. Anshu hurled them at Hawke, hoping to hit him from behind with the rocky masses in a Rock Throw.

It was comforting to know he at least had something going for him in this fight. If he couldn't land hits with his hands or feet, there was always his gun. Still, Hawke wasn't sure if that would be enough to subdue the Pokemon and land him a victory.

Especially not when it was throwing rocks at him.

His rustiness in hand to hand combat was swiftly becoming apparent to him as the rock slammed him in the back, sending him toppling over. The blow winded him and sent him skidding to the edge, where he grappled for a hold on the slick stone of the bridge. It didn't keep him down for long, however. Fighting his burning lungs, he stood and dashed towards Anshu, firing his gun again and again while trying to avoid the onslaught of rocks.

Alarms went off in Anshu's head. Using telekinesis, it suspended Hawke in midair, preventing him from coming any closer and throwing him backwards, across the bridge.

He did not expect the Pokemon to be able to manipulate his actions with its mind. In one instant, he was lifted off the ground and thrown clear across the stage, landing hard on the stone and skidding to a stop.

Hakwe was starting to think he should maybe reconfigure his strategy. No sooner had he caught his breath and brought himself to his feet (and it was more than a little bit of a struggle to do so) than a giant yellow ball appeared in the middle of the stage. Wondering what on earth it was, he cautiously approached and kicked it, watching it rise up into the air and dump its contents on the stadium floor.

Was that a bazooka?

Anshu was too transfixed on the ball to continue battering on Hawke. Besides, he hadn't made any other movements toward it, so nothing compelled the Solrock to continue.

Instead, it looked carefully at the items that spilled out of the party ball: two fans, some gun (probably that bazooka, but Anshu didn't know), a couple round objects... All it could do was wonder what the functions of each object was, besides the fans. Those were a given.

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