tampered | Log: On-Going

When; June 6th, Afternoon-ish
Rating; PG for now
Characters; Elena

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
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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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Even though Elena was caught in the little surprised Roy had cooked up for her, it didn't mean she lost her attack either, as Elena didn't stay on the ground long enough to let Roy catch her completely in his trap. She'd tensed her legs and pushed, jumping the moment she heard the first click. She wasn't able to cast an ice spell if she was still holding onto Bolt, but she could do enough to avoid getting overly brunt, sheathing her knife as quickly as she drawn it out.

"That's very nice to know. Maybe if you tried that in the beginning, I'll take you seriously next time," Elena quipped back at the height of her jump. As she was descending, seemingly about to fall back into the pit that Roy had set up for her, the blonde demonstrated how skilled she was with magic.

Releasing Bolt 3, giving it a wider attack area than simply where Roy was at the moment, though he certainly was her primary target and the focal point of the spell, Elena quickly took a breath, cast first Wall, another breath, then Ice 2, using the first to protect herself from the worst of the flames, she really didn't feel up to clothes shopping at the moment, and the second centered also around one area so as to give her feet somewhere to land.

Elena only needed for the bare balls of her feet to touch the ground before she has kicked off and towards Roy once more, a little less controlled, but not enough to hinder her. Making a fist, as if she was going to aim at punch at Roy's face, Elena reached out at the last moment to grab at his shoulder instead and used both Roy and her own momentum to flip herself over and behind him.

[ooc: :x Is okay move?]

He was shocked, no, stunned to see her make it out alive. How had she managed to accumulate jump so high with such a short ammount of notice? He stood and watched as Elena came down on him, putting his arm up against the spells she sent his way, the other hand firing flames underneath the 'protection' he'd covered himself with.

He continued his barrage intended only to protect himself, up until the point when he was face to face with Elena. His unpatched eye widened as he felt her hand grip his shoulder, freezing up as she flipped over him.

"I dislike not being taken seriously." He muttered over his shoulder, looking behind at her dormantly.

Chuckling, Elena just crossed her arms at the elbows, as she began flipping her remaining knife nonchalantly, having drawn it without much notice or aplomb. Smirking, Elena casually caught the knife and with a small bit of showy smugness, sheath the thing with a flick of her wrist.

"Oh so sorry," Elena teased with a smug grin, brushing back a lock of her hair. "I'll take you seriously if we ever do this again and bring my guns along."

A simple little statement, but it said quite a lot about how she had regarded the whole affair. T

He sighed, letting his head drop slightly as he turned, looking up at Elena and raising a hand.

"..." he just made it more obvious that he wished to shake her hand. It wasn't often he found himself speechless, but his mind was awash with other thoughts.

"I'll bring my secret weapon." He whispered, a half-smile at his mouth.

Elena wasn't quite one to shake hands too often, but she had gotten something of a decent workout, so a handshake wasn't out of the question. Elena hadn't removed her gloves, but she took the time to do so now before shaking hands.

"Oh? Does that mean I should I should bring along the other weapons I have as well?"

He stared at her ungloved hand for a brief moment, before shaking it briefly and shoving both his hands in his pockets. His mood had soured considerably, and he wasn't up to making any decisions whatsoever.

"The next time we do this, you will be fighting a completely different man." He assured.

Such a sourpuss Elena though as she couldn't help snicker. Ah well. Men did get like that sometimes when they lost to a woman.

Grinning and pocketing her own hands, Elena didn't waste time being worried or scared. "I'll have to look forward to that then. Though..." And here, she couldn't help but toss in a wink with a smirk. "It couldn't hurt any to meet outside of a fight, right?"

His eyes closed for a while. Trying to evade the thoughts bombarding his head. Sparring with a woman, when was the last time he'd done that? Everything pointed back to her.

His eyes opened when Elena spoke, and he arched an eyebrow at her proposal. "Friends, then?" He said bluntly.

"Sounds good to me," Elena agreed. It wasn't to say that she actually regard Roy as a friend, given that it took more than that for Elena to regard someone as such, but the words would be easy enough to say. And even then, there was a sort of pleasure in calling someone a friend.

"We should meet up for drinks sometime," Elena said with a wave of her hand and a smile, turning around and intending to leave.

He nodded once in acceptance of her decision, turning his gaze away from her to look at the damage their sparring had caused. Kneeling, he began to draw a new transmutation circle just in front of his feet.

"Drinks sound good to me. Drop me a message some time." He said blandly, taking his time about the circle he was drawing. There was always something therapeutic about seeing the lines come together.

Once he was finished, he pressed his fingertips into the dirt, and with a blue flash, he worked the ground back to a state that might have been considered 'normal'.

Log: On-Going

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