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When; June 13, Night
Rating; Pg-13
Characters; Greed

mighty_senza
Summary; Greed and Senza decide to have a "friendly" duel on the edge of the beach.
Log;

Greed was already waiting by the time his opponent arrived, kicking his foot in the sand and awaiting his enemy's first move. He leaned lazily against a nearby palm tree and scanned the horizon, his expression unreadable under the moonlight. Upon hearing the sound of footsteps in the distance, his ears twitched and he rose up.

"Took ya' long enough," he said, doing some quick hop-steps to loosen his feet up, "You ready?"

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"So demons devour demons? Isn't that cannibalism?" Greed said, honestly curious. He bounced from one foot to the other, throwing practice punches, "That don't make ya' sick?"

Senza scoffed. Demons were what they were created to be. There was little changing that any way that it was skewed.

"The strongest survive. We don't coddle the weak and breed ourselves into overpopulation like the humans."

"You won't progress anywhere like that. No wonder you guys get sealed by humans, ha ha! Some great race you turned out to be! It's because of that surplus population that humans accomplish so much."

Greed started walking forward, letting his shield drop and cracking his knuckles.

"Now fuckin' bring it."

The ice on the field seemed to not be having the effect Senza wanted. His lips twisted, pursing before he pressed his hand to the ground, letting ice shards rise from the thin coating he had left.

"The weakest of us get sealed. And if that twist of a girl didn't have Kenso on her side, I wouldn't have either."

Greed felt shard slice upward under him, damaging his feet and lower legs as he jumped back.

"Ow! Damn it!" he yelled, picking himself up and charging the demon, "You're gonna' hurt for that!"

Greed charged in and leapt, trying to bring his legs down on his enemy.

"At least a WOMAN didn't kick my ass!"

Senza hissed, his back hitting hard against the shattering ice beneath him. He grit his teeth to stop from vocalizing the pain as Greed hit him head on, with or without his armor, definitely making a dent in the ice demon's pride.

"A demon. Not a real woman."

"As long as you're humanoid in form, I don't differentiate. I'd mount any guy or girl that's pretty enough. I don't discriminate, I regulate all kinds of ass!" he grinned, jumping back again and taking a defensive stance.

"Come on, now! You attack!"

Senza growled under his breath, pulling free from the ground and shaking sand from his long hair. This was why he hated the physical aspects of brawling.

He let the wind build beneath his thin, bug-like in structure wings and rushed the other, a spike of ice building in his hand as he struck.

Greed couldn't retreat fast enough, slipping as he went to dodge, his arm flailing out in front of him. The ice spike sheared through his flesh, causing him to grunt in pain and roll to his feet.

"...You asshole!" he yelled at Senza. His arm was gone at the elbow, "That hurt!"

Senza laughed, full and open. That was more like it. That was the effect he was used to having. He pushed forward, pressing the advantage.

"I can make it hurt worse, you know," he grinned.

Greed grinned and jumped over his opponent and retreated a small distance. Bit by bit, the limb grew back as he moved. First the bones, then the muscles, and finally the skin closed itself.

"My body is pretty special," he said, wiggling his new arm and clenching a fist, "It'll take more than that!"

He dashed toward Senza, forming the armor back over his arms.

Senza gaped at the regrowing limbs. It was a rarity among his kind to have healing abilities of that level of power that could heal injuries of that extent. He drew back, letting the wind against his wings lend speed to his movements.

"You've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve," he scoffed, bulding the ice blade again for another series of strikes as Greed approached.

"Homunculi are very hard to kill with any finality," he smirked, "It doesn't matter what you do. Decapitate me, incinerate me, eviscerate me. I'll always come back as long as this stone has energy."

He punched his fingers into his chest and pryed his ribcage open, showing a small red stone next to his pulsing heart.

"Our existence is all dependent on that," he explained, letting alchemical energy crackle over his chest as it sealed.

Senza raised an eyebrow. Fascinating, indeed. What Kenso said about the inhabitants of this city was true and he could hardly wait to find out more.

The ice demon lunged forward, his blade on his forefront, "That stone, hmm?"

"Yep!" he said, lunging himself, trying to tag the demon in the side as he passed.

Senza kept his focus on the place where he'd seen the stone and driving the blade of ice into his chest, letting the cold trickle from it, trying to freeze his way in to the stone.

"What the fuck?" he yelled, surprised. He hadn't thought about the freezing effect of the sword on his stone. Little by little, his body was frozen from the inside out.

Soon his body was encased.

Senza drew back, letting his sword shatter as he smiled up at the ice sculpture of his opponent, waiting but a few seconds to savor the victory before pressing his hand against the block of ice and letting it shatter as well.

"Checkmate."

Greed's stone fell out of the shattered bits of ice, bouncing along the ground before it came to rest at Senza's feet. After a few moments, a hand came from out of the stone, grabbing a hold of Senza's leg. Garbled laughter was heard as a mass of tissue formed vocal cords, then his head and neck.

"It's not...that...easy! This stone is made of very special material! Unless you know alchemy, don't bet on destroyin' it!" he said, using the arm to toss himself further away. As he flew through the air, the rest of him grew around the stone.

"Asshole," he spat, touching the ground, "That hurt."

Senza's eyes widened as the lines of his brow deepened. So, that was the strength of the man he had challenged, was it? And he doubted the other would fall for the ice trick for some time again.

"It was meant to," he grinned.

Greed stood for a moment and assessed his opponent, putting a hand to his chin.

"Hmm...Is there even a point to this? We never even set criteria for victory. I promised your boss I wouldn't kill ya', so how am I supposed to win?"

Senza grit his teeth at the mention of the girl, but it was true. Unless he could destroy the stone, it was pretty pointless to fight.

"Something else, then? A contest of strengths. No powers," Senza ventured.

"Sure you wanna'?" he said, flexing his arm, "I can crush solid marble with my bare hands."

He walked up close to the demon, standing toe-to-toe.

"I mean we've had the obligatory macho bullshit quotient, so we may want to go out seperate ways. I won't run out of lives anytime soon, and there doesn't seem to be a way to stop you without causing serious harm, which I promised that babe of yours I wouldn't do. Think we could settle this over a pint?"

Senza hesitated, but not for long. Greed was the one who had bent, offering the 'less masculine' solution of a drink out instead of a pissing contest of strength. Senza brushed back his hair, smirking just a bit.

"I think that sounds like a suitable arrangement."

"Sounds good," Greed laughed, immediately putting his arm over Senza's back, "Let's go, pal. I'm gonna' drink you under the table!"

He began to walk them toward the Underground. It would be a long night, indeed.

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