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When; Tuesday, May 20th, noon
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Boy Blue

makinhoscroak
Summary; A little swordfight. Just a little one.
Log;

[Blue's waiting; he got a workout earlier and now he's loose and limber, his straight sword next to him as he sits against a tree and waits]

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[Shira doesn't smoke but he has an oral fixation. A strand of wheat's wedged in his mouth as he approaches, sword sheathed.]

Boy.

...Blue.

[He sit up and licks his lips]

Well?

You gonna handle it?

[Spitting the wheat out.]

[Confused look; he picks up his sword]

We're going to do this, right?

Sure we'll do this.

[Drawing his own katana, one edge serrated.]

[He draws up a defensive stance, cocking his head to take in the sword]

[His sleeve disguises the sharp edges of his right hand, sword carried in his left.]

Come on.

[He takes a swing at Blue with the toothy edge.]

[Parries, and he falls into the more Eastern style he learned in the Fables Homelands; attacking now]

[Looking to catch the edge of Blue's sword between the teeth of his own, and a hard twist to surprise him.]

[The catch doesn't catch Blue, not after sparring so long with Cori. He twists his wrist with it and slips out from between them, and then spins to catch Shira's right side]

[Up comes his hand, to catch the end of Blue's sword between his bones. The points slide downward to stab at his knuckles.]

[Blue's seen too much too be horrified or terribly surprised, although it's not exactly everyday, is it? He pulls his sword back]

Heh.

[Shira just keeps moving forward, swinging his right 'hand' out to stab at Blue.]

[Blue turns to miss his hand and uses his sword to go for the sword in Shira's left hand]

[He draws the saw edge up, vertical and parallel to his own body to catch Blue, sandaled foot kicking out for his stomach.]

[Takes the kick and slides down, kicking at his other foot, pulling his sword to defend his head]

[Just as his right hand goes plunging over the top of Blue's blond hair. He rolls forward and tries to sweep him at the knees.]

[He raises his sword to catch his hand and twists to avoid the sweep]

[The catch causes him to flip as well, sword still held. His feet skid across the dirt into a three point stop.]

Huh, yer good, boy...

[He backs up a bit and takes a breath, holding his sword]

Thanks.

Not bad for a foreigner.

[Hard breathing.]

Don't mind the hand do ya?

[Shrugs]

Everyone's a foreigner somewhere.

It's not bad. I've seen worse.

[While Blue's talking he swipes forward with the blade, using the razor edge first arching clockwise, then his right hand slashing again counterclockwise, this time to surprise Blue for a heavy kick to the chest and pin him to a tree.]

[surprised, and pinned]

What are you doing?

What's it look like.

[He tucks the sharpened end of his right hand into the underside of Blue's chin, katana leaning against the fable's inner thigh.]

[His eyes narrow, and he swipes the katana down with the sword still in his hand, gripping and twisting his right hand with his free hand and pushing him off with considerable strength]

--shit.

[The swords clash loudly but it's Blue's strength that surprises him. He topples back but manages to roll to one foot and knee, sword several inches from his fingertips.]

... Hahahahaha you have a few surprises don't ya, boy.

[He moves fast, going to the cloak]

Don't touch me.

[A quick kick and his sword is back up in his left hand. Expecting another weapon in the cloak, he moves quickly too, boney hand coming down to try and snag the cloak first.]

That's the fun part.

[He reaches in just a second before, the Vorpal Blade in his hand]

You have one chance. Stop.

Or what?

[Digging the sword into the ground so he can vault, both feet aimed at Blue's torso.]

[Blue moved around to avoid Shira, and turned fast to stab him through the stomach]

Or I'll kill you.

[--GURK. His smile is an eerily pleased one even though he's been stabbed through. The tenacity and the blue reminds him of Magatsu.]

Heh. Yer real somethin'.

[Moving forward on the sword, boney hand stabbing for his chest.]

[He twists to avoid his hand, and moves fast, the sword doing it more on his own than anything else.]

I hate doing this.

[Snicker-snack!]

Eck--

[The sound of a body splitting in two isn't pretty.]

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