Right uppercut to launch the Farmer upwards, followed by an elbow. Letting the body spin, Cupid would deliver a quick straight through his chest. Pulling him back for a headbutt before clapping both hands across his temple, following that further with a neck chop into a backhand punch, sending him spiraling towards another wall. Once the man caught his breath, Itanos kept pushing, watching one of his conditions already met, another marking quickly glowing. Right as he was about to aim for a kick into his stomach and force him to endure such acids from within...
He'd stop.
Pulled back, as if someone was holding him down. The straw that was once imprisoned within his body coiled around and snagged his arm. Mawkin was desperately holding onto that appendage with his magic, even after being beaten bloody and senseless. "My energy... is still kicking in!" Even with such fears, even with such worries, he'd push onto his own attack, a meaty headbutt to clash him back, forcing Itanos to flip over, before aiming a straight punch into his elbow.
KRACC!!!
Broken in two. His arm snapped by the force, launched back and having his arm torn off, the layers of skin in disarray, yet the impact resonating down to his inner anatomy. Itanos could hardly believe it. Even with the next condition met, the one which forced out a magic style, he'd never suspected to find a way to overcome him and take the immediate advantage back. He'd keep his body on the ground, laying down and looking up at the stone ceiling. "Son of Sozo... I want to ask you something." He'd begin.
"Eh?! NOW!? While we're fighting to the death?!" Mawkin would ask, almost shocked in seeing the man wanting to slow down.
"It'll only be a brief intermission. When we were fighting, I could sense an irrational fear. A stench of panic encapsulated through your entire body. I'd figure this must've been your first time, facing such an opponent as I, but you somehow managed to surpass all my expectations. For a 6th rank, you should've been valued a bit more..."
"...You're wondering why I'm 6th to begin with, huh?" The farmboy's body began to regenerate his wounds, letting him feel the area around begin to weaken, as a response to the damage left behind by his attacks. "To be honest... my dad made those rankings to keep us out of harms way. He's antisocial and... really hates people, yeah, but he's a lot different when it comes to us. With me... with my Mom... he feels like a completely different person entirely."
"This was his way of protecting you? By putting you up first like lambs to the slaughter?"
"N-no! That's not the intention! He thought... well, I thought, that if we were placed at the lowest number possible, we'd be looked over and have the focus shift to the REAL fighters. I-it was... somewhat my idea to make up the ranks like that." A confession, and one that thought such ignorance was its blessing. Itanos shook his head as he sat up, blankly staring across the halls with his paled, empty eyes.
"That makes an inverse. Placing yourself as the lowest just as equally would get you hunted. You'd be seen as a weak link. You'd only cause more harm than good in being at the bottom." Mawkin couldn't help but look down at the Mentor's deduction, gripping at his overalls in such regret. "That being said... you definitely show potential. You were able to break this arm and surprise me around my set-up. My style. Should you came across anyone else as your opponent, be my student or the residents, you may have had a clearer win than anyone else."
"You're saying that because you want me to-"
"Feel better? Of course, but it's nothing to sugarcoat. You genuinely almost had me beat there. Had I not take the time to reverse-engineer my body against such wishes to cast such magic... I would be dead." Mawkin's eyes widened once he heard such things. He was lying, surely. Yet, his face reads otherwise. His smile shows compassion, trust even. His stance is battered, weakened. He truly has him dead to rights.
All he has to do is be careful, and focus.
The Farmer began to take a deep breath and get into a stance. "You really mean it? You really think I have a shot?"
A small laugh came out from the Mentor as he'd stand up, torn and broken arm aside. "The only way I'd see you lose is if you did the exact things I demanded. Do not waver. Do not falter. Do not hold back. If you truly believe you have a chance to kill me, then take it. Take it with a smile, Dhampir." Itanos' words would spark something within the Farmer, as he'd now begin to rush ahead and attack the Mentor while his arm is limp. "Just needed a small confidence boost. That was all he needed..." He'd think to himself, as he'd weaved around once Mawkin tried to land a hammer swing straight down his skull, letting Cupid retort with a quick kick into his knee, forcing him to bend and brace for another kick behind his neck, sending the Farmer flying. Another marking has been set, another condition fulfilled.
"The Soul of Man resonates, the Vampiric drains thy blood to its flesh."
Cupid watched as his leg caught such skin, seeing it inflate like a balloon, draining the man his blood as it stabs into the mass of flesh like needles, digging through the stitching for easier access. As the man tried to rip it off, Mawkin was immediately back on his feet and charged ahead, a shoulder bash to push the Mentor back, pinning him into a wall. It will be soon until his fifth Condition is made. He simply hopes that the Farmer hasn't pinned his magic back into his soul and weaponized the seal to turn back.
He is low on his options, but he is sure he shall survive. His feet buckled down as he'd match such bashings, unafraid of the Dhampir.