Log: On-Going

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When; June 6th, Afternoon-ish
Rating; PG for now
Characters; Elena lady_turk & Roy flameroy
Summary; Roy, being bored out of his mind apparently, ask Elena for a fight challenge. Someone will probably be getting their butt kicked, though who is up in the air. My money's on Elena kicking Roy's behind, but I'm biased~<3
Log;

A quick stop by the Durandal to pick up a few supplies and a certain bangle she rarely wore since she didn't have that much of a need for it, and then Elena made her way to the front of Building 3 in fairly good time, given how far the Durandal was from the rest of the City. She had heard a thing or two about Alchemy in her time in the City, so she wasn't totally unprepared for it. But still, best to have an ace in the hole than none at all.

And what with recent events, Elena couldn't help but actually be somewhat cheerful over this new encounter, though it wasn't one she typically sought out. Things were good, curses and all actually. So maybe she was allowed a little lapse and to have a little silly fun every now and then.

Plus, it never hurt anyone any, or it never hurt Elena any, to get in a test of her skills too.

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[lady-turk.livejournal.com]

"Lead the way then," Elena replied with a casual shrug. Ah well, there went that course of action down the drain. Guess the flames weren't exactly what Elena was thinking of. She was more used to fire spells that quickly burned and snapped, but if the spell wasn't altered or held in any sort of way, the same fire would quickly die out. Roy's alchemy fire must have been more like a natural fire than one that magically created.

While they were walking, rather than trying to make any sort of casual conversation, Elena took the time to study Roy's profile. He did walk like the military men she was used to. A proud confident gait that spoke of being constrained by rules and regulations. But at the same time, there was a subtle note of something else. Probably due to the missing eye. One that must have been recent if Elena had to go by comments alone.

Still, Elena had been around military and their like for a great deal of her life. And with only a few exceptions, there were traits and behaviors that most picked up, without their knowing or realization. These traits, almost always, bled into their fighting styles.

The blonde Turk grinned a little wider and maybe just a touch more smug. She could take him. Showing him a new style of fighting or just a spar, she could take him and take him down.

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Roy did just that, his hands found their way back into his pockets, and he found himself walking as if magnetised to the place he had told Elena about. He hadn't thought much about how he was actually going to tackle this sparring match. He hadn't used his alchemy since that day. It didn't phase him so much, but he did wonder whether to try it out before leaping into something quite like this.

His fists balled up in his pockets, and remained that way until they reached their destination, a large clearing he'd stumbled upon close to the edge of the forest around the outskirts of town. The floor was dusty, probably from lack of growth of grass.

When he'd arrived pretty much in the middle of the area he'd chosen, he stopped, turning to face Elena again.

"Good enough for you? I thought perhaps we could take places and on a count, begin?" Yes Yes, that would be the best option for him.

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"Works well enough for me," Elena agreed. She took a few steps back, for courtesy sake rather than truly needing the room to prepare herself. While it was mostly Reno and Rude who handled the hand-to-hand combat, and herself and Tseng who had taken the long ranged shots with their better accuracy, it wasn't to say that any of them couldn't switch styles if necessary. And Elena had been getting a lot more training with her own close combat style, given the lack of anything else to do sometimes.

Shifting her weight without showing any visible signs of the action, Elena reached into her pockets to pull out a pair of black leather gloves as well. They were slimmer and thinner than a pair made for someone who used their fist often, but they would still offer her a measure of protection. And best still, she could handle her guns, which she had left home, and the knives she had tucked into wrist sheaths with the same amount of efficiency that she always had.

"You can start the count," She offered with a grin, pulling on the gloves and dropping her arms to hang loosely by her sides.


[ooc: You can just continue the comments in a new comment if you like. To keep the threads neater and all that.

Oh! And so that I'm not pulling things out of my ass or called for cheating later, Elena's weapons are two throwing knives strapped to her wrist, and a Minerva band with Ice, Bolt, and Barrier. She left the grenades at home with her guns. XP]