Log; Ongoing

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When; February 17, Noon
Rating; PG13 for violence
Characters; Greed so_very_greedy and Michael chosenof_flame 
Summary; It's Greed vs Michael in a brawl on the beach. The reason? Far too many short jokes.
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Michael had flown to the beach directly from the cathedral, the short fire elemental burning with indignation. People always knew better than to make any comments about his height back in heaven (except for a select few who were now piles of ash somewhere). He flew quickly, positive he would reach before that tall asshole with the creepy pointed teeth. Who had teeth like that anyways?!

Michael watched as the scenery below him changed from forest to beach, with a grin as soon as he was over the sand, Michael made his wings withdraw into his back and went into a free fall to the ground below. Hitting the ground and landing perfectly on his feet he sent up a mini-explosion of sand around him and grinned at the adrenaline rush that accompanied the fall.

"Okay, now where's that asshole?" He muttered, looking around for his opponent.

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A loud whistle rang out from behind the angel. Greed was there, sure enough, kicking a foot idly in the sand.

"Hey, kid!" he said, strolling toward the smaller male, hands in his pockets, "Nice to see you again. So are you gonna' teach me a lesson now? When you were flying around, I thought you were a gnat at first."

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Michael turned to glare at Greed and held his hand out to his side and then summoned his sword which was almost as big as he was. "You fucking bet I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" Michael's energy suddenly took a violent step outwards from him, swathing the area in intense heat, the sand underneath him was starting to melt together.

"You chose the wrong angel to piss off!" He snarled before charging forward faster than most his size could, especially when carrying a sword as large as his was. In second he was behind Greed instead of in front of him and had stabbed his sword through his back and out through his stomach.

"How do ya like that?" Michael jeered as he pulled the sword away and wiped some blood from the metal. "I bet that hurts."

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Greed let out a small "ooof!" as the air rushed from his torn lungs, but turn around once Michael pulled back. He glared at the smaller boy with a cocked eyebrow, as the large wound sealed itself shut with a crackle of alchemical energy.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, putting a hand to his ear, "I can't hear you down there. Maybe ya' should shout up to me."

He wiped some blood off his chest and licked his fingers.

"...Anyway, kid, I'm gonna' beat you like the proverbial red-headed stepchild. I hope ya' like the tangy taste of knuckle sandwich, because it's all you can eat, today."

Greed took a defensive stance and waited for the next strike, the skin of his hands turning black and glossy, his fingers forming into claws.

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Michael stared as the wound healed itself, no one could do something so fast except for Raphael (and that was only with a good wind around to lend him strength) and...Rosiel. "I dunno what the hell you are, but I'll just have to test and see how many stabs it takes to kill ya."

Michael snorted at the jab to his hair and readied to attack again, shifting his weight around before launching forward for a head-on attack against the homunculi.

He didn't know what the black stuff was covering Greed's hands, but he didn't really care either as he swung his sword at Greed's right arm.

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Greed didn't know how powerful an angel's blade was, but he didn't want to have to test it if he didn't have to. Better to capture or deflect than directly block. he clapped his hands together at the point of the strike, capturing the blade between his armored hands.

"If ya' think you can, pal!" he said, growling at the angel. He pulled past his shoulder, trying to bring Michael in to deliver a powerful headbutt against the small male's skull.

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Michael stared as Greed caught his blade between his hands, no one had ever, ever caught his blade with their hands before. And thanks to that seconds hesitation, Greed's headbutt connected sending Michael backwards to fall into the sand. The short fire elemental snarled as he pushes himself up, wiping some blood away from his forehead.

"Bastard!"

He once again called on his element and directed a large tongue of flame at Greed.

"Eat that!"

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WHAT THE FU--?!"

Greed never had time to finish the sentence before the arm of flames enveloped his upper torso. He ran to the ocean and jumped into the water, going down as deep as he could. A few moments later he rocketed up from the bottom, exploding out of the water and making a bee-line for Michael. He picked up speed in his charge and aimed jumping kick at the angel's body.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he snarled, the burns on his face still visible.

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Michael smirked triumphantly as Greed ran for the water. He had warned the bastard that he didn't know who he was messing with. It served him right. Michael turned, thinking the fight was over, and because of that bit of arrogance, was caught off guard when Greed kicked him in the back, sending him into the air.

"Ah!"

His wings exploded from his back again, catching him in the air so he didn't fall. How could that bastard still be moving after an attack like that?! By now the short angel didn't even bother to remember that Greed could regenerate. Rising up in the air a little bit, Michael summoned his sword into his hand again and flew down at Greed to attack, swinging his sword at him.

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Greed readied himself like a catcher in a baseball game, trying to judge how his enemy would attack. Not taking chance he formed his full shield.

"That's it, Mikey-boy, the gloves come off!" he said, leaping toward the incoming angel. He allowed the sword to glance off his armored flesh, sweeping it to the side with his forearm and then grabbing the diminutive angel around the waist.

"Time to clip those wings, ya' red-headed bitch!"

His left arm shot up and behind Michael, grabbing a wing were it connected to his body. He then swung around, getting a firm hold on both wings from behind.

"Yeeeeeeee-haaaaaaw! I'm flyin'! I'm flyin'!"

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Michael's eyes widened ten-fold as Greed mentioned clipping his wings, his mind flying to memories of wing cuttings, for once, the fire angel feeling true panic. He struggled against Greed's grip as hard as he could, though in his armor form, it was practically useless.

When Greed grabbed at the base of one of his wings with those clawed hands Michael barely stifled a scream. Blood came up easily since it was right below the surface of the skin, along with thousands of ultra-sensitive nerve endings.

He thrashed even harder as Greed gripped both wings, pulling wildly before managing to free himself and fall on the sand, gouges on both wings from Greed's claws. here wasn't the angel that had started the fight. Michael's eyes were dilated and he was panting, trying to fight back the pain that lanced along his wings.

"You... you bastard! Don't ever touch my wings!" He snarled.

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Greed's inital anger began to fade as he crouched to examine the damaged angel. This wasn't the same person who had had been facing originally. He was brash and vengeful, while he seem almost childish now. It was like beating someone who wasn't used to getting beaten, they were always shocked and resentful, almost disbelieving. Kind of the way he had been when Faye beat his ass at cards.

"Well...that was unexpected," he said, his excitement fading and his skin changing back to normal, "Guess I'd better help you out, then."

He gingerly picked Michael up off the ground, putting him over his shoulder.

"Okay, now which way is the cathedral..?"

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"Put me down dammit!" Michael yelled struggling against Greed once more. It was bad enough he'd been beaten, but being carried?!

"I can walk on my own! I don't need your fucking help!"

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"No can do, shorty. Gotta' get you fixed up and send to your buddies again."

He continued to move, bounding through the forest on is way to the cathedral.

"I'll get ya' there in no time. Ha ha, you're almost kinda' cute like this!"

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"No! No! Stop!" Michael yelled, now struggling as much as he could, kicking and punching at Greed. If he got carried back to the cathedral like this... He burned at what Lucifer would say.

"I can get there myself! I don't need some fucking monster's help!"

He pulled at Greed's arm trying to make him release his grip. "You can't carry me back there!"

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"You could barely walk a few minutes ago. Why shouldn't I just bring ya' back? It's no trouble."

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"Because if you do, my fucking brother will never let it die!" Michael snarled.

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"Yeah, well, we all suffer now and then," he said as they left the forest, "Now onward we go. Should be around here somewhere."

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"If you have to carry me, take me to the back! Don't actually carry me in!" Michael pleaded. "There's a back way in!"

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"Okay, okay, ya' baby. Fine enough. Lead the way in..."