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When; January 24th, night time
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Greed

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Summary; Greed invites Zaheela out for a spot of tea and a spar.
Log;

There was a knock at the door of Zaheela's residence.

"Yo! Zaheela! You home? It's about time to go. I found a nice, open spot to spar in and some nice tea back at the temple."

Greed was wearing his usual attire of leather pants and shoes, with a rawhide belt, a vest-jacket, and a pair of shades. All black, of course.

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Zaheela was what could be considering a very... FOUL mood. She slammed the door open and then shut it quickly after her, locking the door. She snarled as she stormed by, tail a-swingin a mile a minute, and a thundercloud darker then the moonless sky over her head, roaring with barely restrained thunder.

Greed hurried up, matching his pace to hers and coming up beside her.

"Who-whoa! Whoa! Chill the hell out! What's wrong, babe? C'mon, tell me all about it!"

She continued storming down the hallways of Building seven, people springing to get out of her way.

"Men... Pink... Murder..." Was all she could mutter as she exited the building, grateful for the dark night. Zaheela was so disgruntled, she didn't realize that she was still in her outfit from earlier, a loose open, 3/4th sleeved, button down shirt and a pair of tight, low slung pants, due to the fact she could wear not other of these modern fashions unless she wished to alter the clothing.

He continued to chug along beside her, apologizing to people she almost ran down. After ten minutes, they entered the forested pathway up to the temple.

"Yo!" he said, jumping in front of her, "Calm down, calm down. Now what's gotcha' so worked up? Somebody givin' you shit?"

Zaheela finally ackownleged the fact that Greed was trying to cheer her up and then sighed, shoulders slumping.
"To put it bluntly, yes... But I was sort of asking for it so I suppose I have no choice in the matter... Still doesn't mean I can't curse the guy..." She replied, noting to herself tonight would be one of the few times she would wear a towel in the hot springs. She wasn't one to tempt fate....

"Know what you need?" he said, putting his hand under his chin contemplatively, "Some fun!"

He snatched her up off the ground and took off for the temple. His feet touched bark and immediately sprung off. The technique was used repeatedly, allowing him to give her a free aerial trip over the walkway, as he hopped from branch to branch.

"Now that's travelin', ha ha!"

Even Zaheela's grumpy mood couldn't stand the sudden movement and the feeling of flying. As per instinct demanded, her hands latched onto Greed's jacket in fear of Falling and she yelped.

"What in all Altana's Name are you doingggggg?" She cried, a panicked look in her eyes. It was fall fine and dandy when SHE cast the float spell, but being carried like one would stolen treasure wasn't quite the same.

And most float spells didn't even have people moving toward trees at a high velocity. He hugged her tightly against him and chuckled.

"C'mon, Zaheela! I'm just showin' you a good time! I'm an expert at things like this. Don't worry about it, you're light as a feather."

He continued to zoom by trees and narrowly avoided a large birdnest, steadily gaining altitude.

"I've done this a million times! Check this out..." he suddenly tossed her into the air, "Upsie..."

It still didn't mean she had to LIKE it, especially how it made her feel somewhat woozy, but she wasn't about to stand being tossed around. As she fell downwards, she twisted her body mid air and used the force of gravity to preform spinning kick to his jaw, but the moment she did she felt a great deal of pain in her foot. Almost falling off the branch, she cursed.
"Ow! What do you do, break cement with your face?" She almost yowled, rubbing her now aching foot.

He intercepted her and started bounding again, finally alighting on the temple roof.

"Sorry there, pretty miss kitty, but homunculi are made of stern stuff. Our flesh is tougher than a real humans. That's not counting my shield, either."

He brushed some small branches from her, lingering over some of the fabric.

"Are these what a...what's it called? White mage? These what a white mage wears?"

She ignored how close his hands were straying to her bossom, but shook her head.
"These are normal everyday clothes. I figured that walking around looking like i'm from the... Middle ages is strange enough. However, I do have my magely clothes on me, I just don't expect to wear them... yet..." She responded before slipping out of his arms once they had firmly landed.

"So... tea first?" She questioned. Back was still in knots from various experiments after all, and she didn't feel that blasting a man and then drinking tea was quite... right...

"Sure."

He led her through a doorway and into the temple interior, descending down into the kitchen for the tea. Upon entry, the strong smell of cooking meat and bubbling tea assailed the senses.

"Right here," he said, picking up a large, hot clay jug, "Right this way."

Greed continued to cross the hallways, finally leading her to the hot spring.

"Change into a towel and meet me there," he said, changing and slipping through the door.

Unlike last time, She gingerly took off her clothes, half expecting to feel the someone appear behind her. Wrapping the large towel snuggly around her frame, she carefully folded her new clothing and placed them in a basket before ritually rinsing herself off and stepping into the spring. The hot water once again began to work it's magic on her various wounds and she poked her shoulder, the skin paler then the rest of her skin, a reminder of her duel with Cobray.

All of her attacks glanced off of his armor, except one bit of energy that had hit him in the eye. Upon losing sight of her, he dropped back to the earth, rubbing his eye.

"Sorry chick, but it ain't gonna' be that easy when I have this on!" he yelled, chuckling to himself.

The skin slowly slid away to reveal his actual body beneath.

"I don't like usin' it, but I will."

Zaheela cursed softly, she was running out of Mana. She needed more time... time...

THAT WAS IT!

She pressed her hand against her chest softly and focused, drawing upon her magic.
"Haste..."

He jumped back across the arena, donning his defense and pondering her next move.

"And what's that do?"

She smirked before Blurring. Her movements, her casting, her SPEED, has seemingly trippled. It was barely a tap, but one could hear clearly the word "Slow".

"Well, ain't that weird...."

Greed tried to react to her movements, but it seems like the more he tried, the faster she seemed. What the hell was going on?

"Oh, more of that magic, eh? Ya' know, I don't think that shit lasts forever. What'll ya' do when it runs out, eh? Can you keep this up for days?"

"well, maybe not Days." She said suddenly from behind him. Another tap and the word, "Paralyze."

A fierce, electrical feeling traveled within his body, causing him to grunt in pain.

"What the hell? This stupid shit is gettin' on my nerves!"

His stone began to kick on at his distress, the alchemical energy renewing his body.

"Come on, baby! Let's go for more!"

He stalked toward her again, slowly starting to regain his speed.

She watched from where she floated then motioned, her eye closed. Before her, small orbs of light flickered into existence, streaking one after another, like short spurts of needles aiming to impale Greed, One after another..

The needles glanced off of his body, slowing him further, but causing no major damage to his defense.

"Gonna' need somethin' stronger, babe. See, you may be a little quicker, and have lots of tricks, but I've fought ninja who also had that. My game is ENDURANCE. I just can wait out my opponents until their energy runs dry."

He crouched to pick up a large stone, then hurled it at her.

"So don't waste your energy on weak attacks."

The rock hurdled towards her, and the pillar behind her crumbled.

"Then I won't." She said, suddenly appearing behind right behind him as the earth shook with enough force to topple another Pillar just by it's presence. The Blast she released to his back was a testament to that power, and it took less then a second to cast. It was not light she released, but the pure, unrestrained forces of Mana.

The energy took Greed off-guard, sending him flying across the arena, bouncing off of several bits of architecture before smashing through a storage house. It collapsed under the force of impact, falling in on him.

"OoOGh..." came a sound from underneath the rubble.

Slowly but surely, Greed pushed the wreckage off his body, then tested his arms and took a look around. He smiled as he realized that he was no longer slowed. He picked up a broken 2x4 from the destroyed hut and stomped back toward her, giving a few test swings to the plank of wood.

"Pretty strong stuff, babe. But you can't destroy the Ultimate Shield that easy. This skin is harder than diamond. Too bad you ain't an alchemist."

Zaheela smirked as she darted away, landing gently on a Pillar, but that was the last thing she could do for now. It seemed that there was a unforeseen consequence to using so much Orderly Mana. Already tired and weak, all she could do was scream as the world demanded balanced and she was rooted to the spot, her body feeling as if she was about to implode.