Was he okay? WAS HE OKAY? He just didn't believe what the girl had asked him. It was as if she was pitying him for having been hit like that. He did feel that, though he knew it would be of no consequence if he was in his true form...which was very, very tempting to reveal, but he had to think and compose himself correctly. Things wouldn't be as easy if he did that, and besides, he had no reason to, just yet.

He slowly and silently felt his breathing and steadied it. He closed his eyes, felt his every muscle, every movement. He then opened his eyes again, and balled his fists. Then he started his motion.

Maybe he ought to school the girl or two, just to teach her not to take him lightly.

He moved forward, weaving from side to side, imitating a pattern which he'd known from a famous human boxer named Jack Dempsey. The self-named 'Dempsey Roll' would be his move for now, as he visualized fists coming at him, invisible fists with the intent to hit him. He weaved, side to side, as he slowly but surely moved forward.

He then let out a volley of punches from left and right, left and right. They might be categorized as jabs, yes, but anyone hit with them would feel the sting of a heavily placed hook.

Melanie smiled as she stepped forward, mirroring his movements, breaking into his rhythm as she stepped back and forth, weaving as she gauges the man's improved power and speed. She had someone like this before, using a similar pattern to the old man, though to a far less effective degree. Her trainer had been the kind of guy that would pit her against foes just to squeeze more experience out of her, leading to a variety of interesting matches and even a few stunning victories. This pattern, Melanie recalled, was modelled after Jack Dempsey, an aggressive wrestler. But Melanie was familiar with aggressive fighters. They always made the most interesting twists in their boxing.

His volley was fast, but Melanie was prepared for it. What she wasn't prepared for was the power behind those fists. Still, Melanie defended herself sufficiently, leaving her with just a slight bruise on the arm used to pivot the jab.

There! Right there on her arm, there appeared a small bruise, a result of his efforts. It was small and it kind of bruised his ego, but there was nothing he could do but hope and pray that this tactic would stick.

He continued his Dempsey Roll although she perfectly emulated it. What she hadn't figured was, well...

One of the motions had him going far right, then returning with a jab to the midsection. Although of course this was a female, this was one female he was sure could take what he was planning to do. As if in anticipation of failure, he targeted that spot while bucking his legs under him, and then, with a sudden crouch, he sprung up and made an uppercut with a spring in his step.

He'd also decided that after this, that's enough of boxing. Internally he searched for something else to try out with the girl...

Indeed, Melanie was anticipating the man's next move with abated breath, but she had seen the man's uppercut coming until she saw him get too low to dodge one of her jabs... she barely had time to defend, much less dodge. The result was a scratch, right along her cheek, the man's uppercut a bit too close to her face for her pleasure.

"T-that's cutting it a bit close, don't you think?" she asked the aged man, wondering if something was going on with the man.

It was now a fight not of defense, but of attacks. He had adapted a berserk brawler kind of tactic, wherein he would take the girl's strongest punches only if it meant he could land in one of his equally strong, if not stronger, punches.

The jab hit hard on his face but he gritted his teeth and took it. Sure enough, it did its intention and hit him square on the face but he made it look like it didn't have an effect.

His mind temporarily clouded by the impact, he staggered a bit as he stood up before doing a quick get-up using a chinese style leap. He then moved forward and jumped, aiming a punch at the girl before planning that as he went down and the punch was blocked, he was prepared to give a quick sweep of his feet to down the girl.

He was getting a bit tired of playing, and decided maybe it was time to play...something else.

Melanie wasn't sure how to react to the man's riskier attack strategy. On one hand, he would definitely slip a few hits in, but on the other hand, by abandoning his defense, he was leaving himself completely open to retaliation. Melanie was also taken aback by the amount of strength and energy he pulled out to put her down. Melanie had a good feeling that this was not a simple spar any more.
"S-sir, please, st-stop this, this could get ugl-" Melanie tried to reason with the man as he leaped forward and attempted to nail her with a back-hand punch, forcing Melanie to back away and dodge. As Melanie attempted to regain her balance, her feet were swept from beneath her. The man had fallen into his landing and had used a leg sweep! Melanie thudded on the ground, but quickly to attempted to rise up and get back into stance, though she clearly needed some time- that fall had completely knocked the wind out of her.

Ah, that was a welcome development.

That quick slip and tumble on the ground showed him how vulnerable the girl really was. Her facade showed him someone who was truly ready to mix it up in a moment's notice, although right now, what he saw was one of the typical girls on this campus. A fine choice indeed, considering that this may be the first time anyone's seen this side of her...helpless, vulnerable, and sensual, if only for a moment.

She scrambled to get back to her feet, and regain that stance with which she had nailed him for a few moments ago. Somehow, though, the old man noticed that she was trying to really regain more than just that stance. She was winded---that strike had been perfectly executed---and there was even a hint of a mild daze forming within her mind.

Taking the initiative, he let out a volley of punches designated to bring her down, planning to slip into a ground tactic which would work ultimately to his advantage.

The red-head could only respond by adopting a more defensive stance, grounding her feet firmly in place. In her daze, she thought she could see three of the man, his fist swiftly approaching her in three seperate directions. The girl was completely out of her usual mindset, and it was beginning to wear away at her stances and stamina. Soon enough, she found herself trying to develop some form of fighting that would prevent her from hitting the ground once again. What was the man planning?

The girl had no time to consider the possibilities as one of the man's fists collided with her shoulder, releasing her in the perfect trajectory for his next punch to knock in her in the side of the head, her mind discombobulated once more. Melanie tripped backwards while trying to retreat, landing dizzyingly on her bum, seeing stars. "C-can we t-take a br-breather, by any chance?" she asked in desperation...

And as expected, the girl was down in a flash.

At least two of the old warrior's punches connected, one of them hitting her quick as lightning. While one grazed her shoulder, it was a perfectly placed punch which set her up for one that connected on the temple. As soon as it connected, she saw stars, and he was looking at what seemed to be a hint of water coming from her eyes. He had connected beautifully, as simple as that. She was down on the floor in a few seconds, seemingly dazed and confused.



With what could be seen as a surprising turn of events, the once-serious face of the combatant turned vibrant with what seemed like a smile of half-victory, half...lust?...and he answered with a deep, gruff, baritone voice, " Thought you'd never ask."

Without any warning, the old man discarded the top of his clothes, revealing a ripped upper torso filled with healed bruises and scars, memories of a battle long since passed that seemed like it was a fight of his life. He would move closer to the girl, looming over her helpless, dizzy form, as she tried to make sense of things. He was seen to be licking his upper and lower lips, perhaps in anticipation.

Melanie internally sighed as she closed her eyes and craned her head towards the ceiling, panting for air as she attempted to re-orient herself. When she looked back at the man, she found his eyes... crawling over her, licking his lips lecherously. W-wait, w-why is he coming here? His chest... w-what had happened to him?

"Um... is something wrong?"

The old man, by now, had discarded his top, baring his scar-ridden body to the girl. She was surprised, and it was to be expected. After all, he had hidden this side of him for so long, it had to show and show magnificently. He had trouble keeping it down low, as well; the battle had turned him on more than he'd expect. He was now so worked up, he would literally do a plank. But why do wood when this sensual, breathing thing was present? He'd like his prize; she looked so juicy, and he had to wonder whether it was true.

The old man started to move in, until he'd reached her. He picked her up by the dress, his actions still gruff. However, at this point, she seemed small and fragile in his hand, even more so when her feet wasn't touching the ground. He licked his lips before he suddenly moved in, and gave her a kiss which would shame even the most amorous of porn stars.

Melanie flinched as the old man picked her up, nearly effortlessly rising as per his command. He had stripped off his shirt. He must have needed something. Was he having some kind of attack? No, it was doubtful- Melanie could tell that there was a purpose behind these actions. She could not discern what however, and it scared her. "S-sir?" she managed to say before she was rudely cut off by an invasive tongue, pinning her mouth down as his lips collided against hers. In shocked, Melanie lashed out, her muscles flailing to find the man and punish for this ridiculous action.

Years of training and reflexes somehow helped him to avoid that wayward punch. It was done more on instinct, yet somehow he knew what he was about to do had to elicit some kind of response from the girl. It did. This was her response, and although it was meant to be effective, somehow he managed to avoid being hit by it.

He smiled. It wasn't meant to be a smile of confidence, yet somehow it came out as that, and much more. It was a smile of defiance, a smile of dominance. It showed the girl he was now in control of this situation, and as much as he wanted to start his advances toward her, it seemed he would have to subdue her.

" Well now." he said in the same gruff voice. " Again?" he adopted the same kata pose he did earlier, readying himself for the attacks that, he was sure, was to follow.

Melanie could not believe the gall of this man- who did he think he was, pressing a kiss upon unwilling lips and then pulling away to challenge her to a fair fight? This was... lecherous at best. Melanie's fists curled as she considered her options, though her rage had blocked all but one. She had to teach this man a lesson, punish him, wipe that controlling smirk off his wrinkled face. This time, Melanie had no patience for stances- she launched herself at the man, twisting and aiming a high kick to his head.

The kick was aimed, but not well. The old warrior clearly had the upper hand in this fight.

While she aimed for his head, he moved one of his hands to the side where the foot was predicted to connect. In that exact moment, her foot hit his forearm. It hurt! It was a heck of a kick, and she seemed to have concentrated enough strength in it. It was brute strength, however. It did hurt, but since it was purely instinctive and it didn't have any though to it, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

He managed to move one hand as he blocked the kick, and he grabbed her ankle. He positioned himself to be able to grab it with both hands, and grunting, he was able to lift her in the air. Without even looking at her position or where she was about to go down, the old warrior then threw her in a direction. Sprinting towards that direction, he was planning to catch her, and have some more fun with her before finally breaking her spirit.