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Log; Ongoing
When; Friday, August 14th, early evening.
Rating; PG-13 - violence can and should happen.
Characters; Gabriel Sylar (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Summary; A sparring session that's been brewing for a while.
Log;
The warehouse made a ghastly background setting but to Illyria, it had little impact on anything. Beauty held its own merit; everything had a time and a place. Violence and blood had a certain charm, a certain level of attraction, but it definitely did not have anything to do with aesthetics.
Accordingly, Illyria spared her surroundings little thought, except note that the place seemed more or less deserted. Luckily, she did not have to depend on strangers for this particular workout. She stood, motionless, waiting for his arrival and counting particles in the air mindlessly. The smaller details.
Rating; PG-13 - violence can and should happen.
Characters; Gabriel Sylar (
makes_you_tick) and Illyria (ancient_smurf). Summary; A sparring session that's been brewing for a while.
Log;
The warehouse made a ghastly background setting but to Illyria, it had little impact on anything. Beauty held its own merit; everything had a time and a place. Violence and blood had a certain charm, a certain level of attraction, but it definitely did not have anything to do with aesthetics.
Accordingly, Illyria spared her surroundings little thought, except note that the place seemed more or less deserted. Luckily, she did not have to depend on strangers for this particular workout. She stood, motionless, waiting for his arrival and counting particles in the air mindlessly. The smaller details.
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The force of the punch surprised her and she actually fell backwards, her feet leaving the ground for a brief moment. Her surroundings soared past her until she hit the side of the warehouse, leaving cracks in the bricks. She jumped to her feet immediately, the pain from the impact registering only peripherally as her uselessly frail human body refused to let her breathe. Straightening up, she walked back to their starting point, breathing through her nose with minimal strain and picked up the fallen knife. She balanced it absentmindedly between her fingers. Her attention was on him as she stared at him, unblinkingly.
"I wonder," she said, her voice clearly audible despite the slight distance between them, "why you do not lift me off the ground and throw me through the air, the way you did with this - " she spun the knife once and placed it in its sheathe, " - instead of simply firing my blows back at me." Her voice grew colder. "Are you holding back?"