Duwang
No Weakness
The teacher backed away slightly, shaking the blood off his face. "Yuck" he remarked, before bringing his bloody hand to his nose and sniffing it. With a curious look, he tasted it slightly. "Oh... so you're one of those regen types" Mr Khan chuckled. "I dealt with some of your type before. Not many of them, but I've dealt with a few in my time here as a student. The guy pissed my off... kinda like you sorta piss me off. But not because of some misunderstanding. I just hated the fact that I couldn't just stab him without him just regenerating once I took the blade out- so I learned my lesson: don't take the blade out."
Mr. Khan gave a nostalgia filled laugh, wiping a tear from his eye. "Good times..." he mumbled. "Anyways. Yeah, I'm taking you out." The teacher raised his knee, his foot kept facing the ground, before he kicked outward toward John's stomach.
Mr. Khan gave a nostalgia filled laugh, wiping a tear from his eye. "Good times..." he mumbled. "Anyways. Yeah, I'm taking you out." The teacher raised his knee, his foot kept facing the ground, before he kicked outward toward John's stomach.