tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; Sunday 12th October
Rating; PG for some violence
Characters; Ren (

banditfox)
Summary; Very much cursed and aggravated at his current situation at home, Ren takes to the stadium to relieve stress. However, his opponant Kurama, someone who has for too long had to fight senselessly, make him see things differently. Now to see what shall happen in this great battle, and what sort of agreement the fighters will come to!~
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Yes, he had heard about the stadium, and the fighting going on inside of it for the past few days, and needless to say, Ren had been sorely tempted to go and find himself an opponent.

While he had long ago given up fighting senselessly for sheer enjoyment (the fact alone that he used to still digusted him somewhat)but he still wanting to keep up with training his skills. He hadn't sparred in a while, mainly due to the bad effects of curses, and it was taking it's toll on him. Without an outlet for the stress between himself and his roommate of late, he was feeling more and frustrated.

Finally, he really couldn't take it anymore, and before he even realized it, he was at the huge stadium, weapon ready, seemingly waiting for someone to fight.

Horohoro would probably be downright furious at him when he came back and found out what he did, but at the moment he really couldn't care. He really needed this at the moment, and as he waited for any sign of another fighter entering the area, his grip of his Kwan Dao tightened in anticipation.

Bloodthirsty, he wasn't, not anymore. But that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate a good fight every now and then.

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Okay, if there's one thing that Ren didn't like, it was to be made to feel like he wasn't worth the effort, particularly in a fight. The tongari spike of his hair twitched in slight annoyance, as he adjusted his footing, getting into position.

"I've given the curtosy to not underestimate you, I would advise you do the same with me."

That, Kurama felt, wasn't worth a verbal answer. He struck, hard and fast, moving to disarm his opponent. Over a thousand years of experience, coupled with a demon's natural proclivity for violence, made his movements sure and deadly.

It was very lucky Ren had guarded at first, otherwise this would have been a lot worse. A long two years fighting in the tournament had been something, but he could see this person's experience was much more vast.Now he knew he couldn't leave anything to chance.

Gritting his teeth in pain at the blow, he backed up enough to keep a grip on the Kwan Dao. He would have to be quick in order to get any opening to retaliate, hesistanting would cost him dearly.

"You still have time to reconsider," Kurama said, easily maintaining conversation as he fought. He had plenty of concentration to spare. "If you don't want to fight for their entertainment, then don't. The only reason I'm bothering just now is that I don't feel like letting you win."

Ren barely took in the words as he continued blocking Kurama off, before attempting to sweep the blade in a low strike to slow his opponent down. Meanwhile he did his best to keep the distance between them, staring in a determined fashion on hearing the others words.

"I told you, I'm not. I'm fighting for myself. " he insisted, his grip tightening once more. "I've needed to get into a good fight for a while now."

"Are you really?" Kurama asked, dodging the strike and not bothering to take the offensive. "Listen to them. Do you think they care who you're fighting for?" He indicated the spectators with a jerk of his head. "They don't. You're simply feeding their desire to watch others suffer."

"I'm aware of their lust for blood...I know the feeling myself." he snapped. However, hearing the roar of the crowds ringing in his ears, the gears in Ren's head turned. He remembered the old ways of life, his father's insistance that you either kill or be killed, that there was pride in hatred. He was above and away from that now, wasn't he?

{OOC: I have work soon, just so you know if I disappear.}

"As do I, but I'm not so weak as to indulge it here, for them." The youko lashed out, not holding back, giving his opponent a glimpse of how quickly the fight could end if Kurama chose the expedience of death over the careful manipulation of perception he was currently engaged in, attempting to convince the the other that the fight wasn't worth it. "You can find better battles than this one, battles that have nothing to do with amusing a crowd."

Tensing, took the blow, while still using the Kwan Dao to slice through the air, propelling distance and doing some damage (at least he hoped) to Kurama.

"If you really do now what I'm talking about," he stated, catching his breath, not looking at the other with a better degree of calm around him, ignoring the protests from their audience. "Then you'll understand that during this situation, it's hard to let go of your pride, expecially to a worthy opponent."

The damage was minor, hardly enough to draw blood. Kurama's patience was waning, but he managed to maintain an impassive aspect.

"You sacrifice your pride now by continuing this farce when you've been offered the chance for honorable withdrawal." He turned his back on his opponent, saying over his shoulder in a frigid voice, "We're finished."

Well, this was a surprise. Ren had often been told he lacked social skills, but this person...he didn't seem to wish to have anything to do with anyone. Not only that, but it seemed he had muddled his words somewhat. Watching his opponent walk away, the shaman realized he best clarify things, this being the last chance he might get.

"You misunderstand. I said it was hard not impossible." he stated, and to emphasize the point, twirled his weapon in his fingers till it was upside down, stabbing the blade into the ground so it stood in place as he let go of the handle. He recognised the fight was over, but that didn't mean he regretted it starting. After all, he had met someone who had been a true challenge to him, something he'd been lacking for a while.

"You are...a worthy adversary." he stated, sharp eyes watching the retreating figure with both a small smirk, and a sense of pride and purpose.

The kitsune paused and looked back. He raised an eyebrow, and then in acknowledgment, he offered his name. "Youko Kurama."

"Tao Ren." he replied, nodding his head in a sign of respect to the other, a small, but meaningful smile on his face.

[OOC: There's a little note for Kurama in Ren's new journal post from after the fight, in case you want to comment. Thanks for the fun interaction~ ^^]

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