William had been taken in by the strength of the mistress' leg power, his sholder buckled downwards, his head lurched forwards and his knees bend ever so slightly, this was a new turn of events even for one such as him, however it was refreshing, rather, this was a wake up call and finally that crunch in his sholder had bolded out and relaxed, it was bugging him for quiet a while and as such needed something to pull it into a proper position. All the while the expression on his face never swayed, not for a moment, in fact it was quiet unnaturally mused, as if he was waiting for someone to do something stupid, or brave.<br/><br/>A small smile coiled across his face, the power the mistress placed under her attack was impressive, enough to crack the ground under William and to even make him lurk forward was something of a prospect, he would even say it sent a chill down his spine let alone his sholder, "So? Suppised?" His tone of voice was normal, in that instance he would sound even more formal than before, as if he had become a nobleman's butler, but his expression was still something unnerving.<br/><br/>" That is a good attempt, to place a lot of power behind a single attack in a chance to knock down and even topple an opponent, however." He suddenly snatched her incoming arm that was ment for him, and instead coiled his hand at the back of her head, forcing enough power equal or greater to power slam through the class room wall, his gaze watched in the attempt, awaiting to see a power fly through such a tough wall and into the cargo room where the materials for combat were held.<br/><br/>The teacher dusted his hands, clapping them, unphased by her previous attack, however the uncanny eye could see injury to the movement of how he moved his left arm, how he handles his strengths were equal treason, if one aspect of his body was weaker than the rest, it would cause great downfall to one's self, he only preassures the mistress' head enough to cause immobilization through mid-flight not enough to damage her physical being, the last thing he needed was to break the head mistress, though such a thought would have to cross his mind if she continues such a fight, in which case William hoped not.<br/><br/>His attention was the head mistress, his guard up but his stance casual, unreadable, as if in any given moment he could repel, rebound, defend, attack or even combat and place submission on his foe. Something masterful and one of a novice act at the same time "Any questions while class is beginning its preliminaries?" It was a bit of a running joke, but to see the head mistress recklessly attack one that specializes in combat and even has a background of such if rather brave of her, enough to make him think twice of what he had in store for the future not only for the school but the teachers involved.