Chapter 28: Semifinals! ...

Looking around at the damage I caused I am rather impressed. Not with the damage, I know I can do a lot of damage. No, what I am impressed about is the limited amount of damage the floor took. I guess when they say "reinforced" they really mean it. If this was normal concrete from the streets or something the damage would have been at least twice as severe. Now saying that this floor can not be cheap, and unfortunately, I am rather poor right now. While my parents have a good amount of money, I do not. Sweating a bit at the amount this is going to cost to get fixed I look up at the senior who is still staring down at me, but the difference is now she has a glint of respect in her eyes.

"I don't have to pay for the damage right?"

... The glint of respect is now gone...

"No, you do not have to pay for the damage. Though it seems you will be unable to continue using this room for the tournament. I will give you 5 minutes to rest, then you need to move down the hall to the room labeled 5 where you will be facing your next opponent."

-Dean Blane POV-

Currently, I'm sitting in a room with a wall of monitors that allow the professors and myself to see what is happening inside the combat cells. Currently on the biggest monitor in the middle of the rest is a replay of David Bravehearts' most recent fight. As we watch David stomp the floor sending up debris and dust we can't help but be impressed at Davids Quick thinking.

"So this is the student you fought with the 4 other deans for? I admit his strength, and quick thinking is impressive. I mean hell with that strength he is probably already on par with your average junior level strongman. But he is just a strongman. There are a lot of those, so what makes him so special?" (Coach George)

The monitor that is watching Davids cell switches to an infrared camera which allows us to see David running around the cell like a bull in a china shop. The strategy, while crude in its undertaking, is actually rather good for the current environment for the fight.

"Well George, the reason myself and the other deans fought over him is because of both his family background and because of his power." (Blane)

"What does his family have to do with him getting in? isn't that showing favoritism?" (Persephone)

"It isn't who his parents are, it is what his parents are. Both of his parents are heroes. Which gives him a realistic outlook on the hero world. With him and a few others, we can rest assured that we will not be sending out some starry-eyed fresh graduates who will get themselves killed. Oh, now that I think about it Coach Persephone I believe both of his parents graduated in your class. This means that George, you were just starting here when they were in there final years."

"Oh? who are his parents?"

"His father goes by the hero name Reinhardt, while his mother goes by the hero name Mercy."

*gasp* "Those two are his parents? he doesn't even look like them, except for his eyes and hight. What kind of training must he have suffered through up to this point? Both parents were at the top of the class for a reason, they were training maniacs. Reinhardt specifically." (Persophone)

"Yes, well, let's just say his training was rather... intense. When the other deans and I were there we watched one of his training days and it was not pretty." (Blane)

"So I get all that, but I still don't understand what you mean about his powers. In my eyes, he is still just a rather advanced strongman. If someone with telekinesis gets him, he is still fucked." (George)

"Well, let's just say he is keeping some cards rather close to the vest. When he decided to, or if he decided to reveal those powers the students of this class will be in for a rude awakening on what they thought the word "powerful" means.

On the monitor we can see David looking around at all the damage he caused rather awkwardly. After a few minutes, he is shown the way to the next combat cell. In this new combat cell, he comes face to face with another Mellbrook resident.

"hmm, another strongman. I wonder if Roy here can do any damage to David? or at least force him to use his other powers that you are speaking about Dean Blane." (George)

"I doubt it. David is simply on another level right now. I'm afraid this tournament will be one-sided domination." (Blane)

-David POV-

Walking through the door of the combat cell marked 5 I see a tall man standing across from me. He is broad-shouldered and rather muscular. When it comes to his height I would put him at a few cms below myself. He has hazel eyes and chocolate brown hair and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"Please introduce yourselves" (Abby)

"The names Roy Daniels and I'm going to be kicking your ass today"

Roy spoke in a southern accent that I would guess is quite charming if I was a woman and drunk in a cowboy bar. Thinking about his name though I believe I have heard it somewhere before... but where? oh, yeah! I have heard that last name twice! Once just yesterday in Mellbrook and the other time around the age of 10 when I was training in at a bar in colorado.

"Nice to meet you as well. The names David Braveheart and let me warn you now. you won't be kicking my ass."

"we'll see about that."

"you may now begin"

"oh, before we fight, I have to ask are you Hershals power? or is it brother? whatever you want to call it."

"yeah, I'm Hershals brother and better half."

"Okay, cool! and one last question. Would you happen to be Owen Daniels, son?"

*glare* "why do you know that piece of shit?"

"oh, so you are! nice, well, not nice for you and your family. But yeah... anyways I trained with him when I was 10 or so. good guy, kind of an asshole for what he did to you though."

"He is an asshole, but that's not the point since we are here now, I'm going to go ahead and kick your ass"

"That's debatable. But I'll tell you what. you run and hit me as hard as you can square in the chest, and ill do the same afterward. We will fight by the strongman Tennent "Hit and get Hit"

"Fine by me, but don't go crying in the medical room once you wake up."

after that Roy came running at me full tilt. Cocking back his right fist he threw a hell of a haymaker straight into my chest launch me back. I flew across the room and slammed into the across the cell. Leaving a pretty nice indent of a human form in the wall. Getting up I glance at the mark in the wall and am rather impressed. There is a near-perfect outline of a human pressed an inch into the wall. Roy definitely is Owens, son. He packs one hell of a punch and it fucking hurts. Rubbing my chest I looking back at Roy who is standing there dumbfounded that I got back up from his hit.

*smirk* "My turn. OOONNNNEEEEE PPPPPUUUUNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!" *one punch man music starts playing in head*

Running at Roy at a fast pace for a normal human or strongman I cock back my left arm and slam it into his chest. Roy then launches like a fastball thrown by an MLB pitcher and smashes into the Reinforced concrete wall. and like with myself he leaves a human-shaped indention in the wall. The only difference is that the indention I left with his body isn't only an inch deep and he didn't fall out of it. In the wall across from me is Roy stuck about a foot into the wall. His head is slumped over and he is out cold. Unfortunately for him, I think he is going to have a few broken bones and a nice amount of back pain for a few days. even with healing that amount of damage still causes a lot of pain and fatigue to remain in the body even after you are healed.

"I guess I'll have to get him to train with me later on. Even if he hates Owen, he still trained me so the least I can do is return the favor with his son until he mans up and does it himself."