First Assassination Classroom fanfic! Okay.. this shoul be.. interesting ^ ^
"What I wouldn't do is call in reinforcements as an opening move, but then I am not especially threatened by a bunch of amitures." Karma smirked as his chin lowered. Revealing a devilish smirk.
Behind him students gasped, along with the angry voice of Karasuma. Grip didn't seem fazed by Karmas words, but a smirk did creep onto his face. His fists clenched he stared at the red-head.
Suddenly Karma lifted the plant he held as a weapon, about to strike Grip with the cemented side. Lifting his hands Grip crushed the hard stem in his fists, making the weapon entirely useless.
"I guess i'll half to do without." Karma smiled as Grip charged at him. Grips fists were bet by air as Karma dodged each attack without breaking a sweat.
Karma smirked. Not only did he smell victory, but he could somewhat tell that Grip was getting more and more tired. He could dodge him all day but it wouldn't do any good in the situation. If he was to move in for a hit, which is unlikely, Grip would grab him.
Karma jumped back, stopping the fight for now. "What's the problem? Invasive monuvers is not gonna win this, you half to come in for an attack." Grips dark voice broke the silence.
"Oh you don't say? And what if all i'm just trying to do is keep you occupied? I mean my buddies are kinda hoping to sneak by, so maybe i'm being clever." Karma smiled. "Oh relax, i'm pretty under handed on the best of days, but this is one fight I wanna win fair and square."
Karma moved a foot back as he started jumping up and down, his fists were in a boxing position. "No tricks, no cheating, no holding out. Just you and me now like men."
Grip smirked slightly, this kid wouldn't stop for anything. "Be my guest pon. I like the cut of your gif." Suddenly Karma jumped at him, lifting his foot out as if doing karate.
Karma landed punches on Grip, hitting a mark every now and then. Grip punched landing Karma in the shoulder, but it was off by a meter. Karma lifted his leg and kicked his opponent in the thigh. Stumbling, Karma watched as Grip sat down, clutching his leg.
This is my shot. Karma thought. He sprinted towards Grip, holding his breath. A reddish purple color sprayed from can, catching Karma off guard. He slowly fell to his knees, only to be picked up by his shirt. Not having a better plan, Karma grabbed onto Grips wrists, kicking at his gut to be put down. The shifted around the hall, but not leaving the students eyes. A sharp pain slammed into Karma's back as he was slammed into the glass, breaking off shards and implanting them into his back. The window slowly cracked. Grip grinned as he saw the slightest glimmer of fear in Karma's eyes. The window broke, shards off glass falling into the air and plummeting to the ground below. Karma felt the hands let go of his shirt as he plummeted out of the window.
"Karma!"