solchimaera:
The harsh words make him flinch, but he does hi best to hide it. It’s not the right time for that, a moment of hesitation might get one or both of them seriously hurt.
It’s not a secret that Miles absolutely despises him, though why he does is still a mystery. If Miles just hated him, that would be fine, he could deal with that. The hate is not the problem, not at all. The problem is that he’s right.
Tamaki will never understand why most of his classmates are always so kind and patient with him. He was just a burden almost all the time, his fears and anxiety always dragging him down and forcing everyone to slow down to let him keep up with them. He hated that, burdening them like that.
He’s weak, coward, and shouldn’t even be there. Yet he insisted on being selfish and following his dream of being a hero.
He could overthink later, though, when there isn’t a spar to start. Now is the less appropriate time to let himself be crushed by his own mind.
Instead of words, he answers with actions, the newly formed tentacle in his right arm moving fast towards his opponent.
The fight was on now.
Mass was pulled from his left leg to add to his right arm, further strengthening and sharpening the shark scales that lined his skin. His arm would be brought up to protect himself, held across his chest, and the scales would tear into the tentacles when they (if they) wrapped around it. That was about it for his offensive moves for the moment, and he would allow himself to be pulled close to Tamaki (or for Tamaki to come close to him).
Being close would give him a chance to make a jab with his other hand, go to bite Tamaki’s side with his palm- and if that didn’t work, a beak similar to that of a squid’s opened up on the elbow of his other arm to bite at the tentacle arm.











