I live to destroy~

[destroytheworld]

Who: Morte
Where: Park
When: Afternoon
Style: action, prose, everything's fine with me
Status: OPEN

Anyone who happened to go through the park can see Morte practicing her skills in the park. She was attacking the closest tree mercilessly, then stepped back with a sigh.

"I need a real opponent."

If she noticed you, she would call:

"Hey, you! Yeah, you there. Know how to fight?"

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[fighting4afuture]

Who, me? Trunks blinks and glances around to make sure that she isn't talking to anyone who might be around him before responding. Just caught off-guard by the directness, it seems.

"Um...yeah, I do."

...actually, being able to just throw everything to the wayside and fight for a bit sounded pretty good.

[destroytheworld]

"Good."

Morte got ready to fight.

"Then fight me!" she smirks. "... I hope you're strong."

And with that, she didn't even wait for a response, just attacked him aiming a kick at him.

[fighting4afuture]

Well, he's used to not having the luxury of a warning at least. Trunks brings up his arm to block, before shoving back--his other hand curling into a fist and swinging.

Yeah, he's pretty strong. And also not very talkative when he fights.

[destroytheworld]

Unlike Morte who can be very talkative during fights.

A punch, huh? She avoids being hit, blocking it with her weapon. She then jumps back.

"Not bad..." she smirks. "What's your name?"

[fighting4afuture]

"Thanks. And it's Trunks."

He really only starts talking when he thinks he has the upper hand. Since he's not sure yet how strong Morte is--and this is a friendly fight--he's not likely to start mouthing off and being smirky.

He settles into a ready stance, keeping his energy down--and thus his strength unenhanced, though that's not saying too much from a normal human's viewpoint--until he gets the measure of her strength. There's a small smirk on his face, though. Sometimes he just can't help but get excited at the prospect of a fight.

"How about you?"

[destroytheworld]

Morte always thinks she has the upper hand. Even if there is only her against the army of enemy. Morte will always win!... Or that's what she believes in.

"I'm Morte Asherah."

With that said, she attacks again, trying to kick Trunks. Strategy? What strategy? Morte always preferred head-on attacks.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Nearby, Shelly quirks a brow, amused but skeptical.]

And you think my prowess would be anywhere near yours in level, Scarlet Plague?

[destroytheworld]

_{[she looks at her, then turns away and shrugs.]}

...If you're too afraid to fight me, then you don't have to.

_{[just say so. she won't force anyone.]}

[ex_diplomacy861]

Afraid?

[The word is full of mirth. Oh, Morte, fighting is not her strong point.]

I know that I don't hold a candle to you. So there's no point in offering.

[destroytheworld]

Same thing.

_{[to her anyway. Because that means she'll have to find someone else she could fight.]}

[ex_diplomacy861]

[What a brash girl . . . ]

Why don't you spar with Rhi'a? She's far more suited for combat from what I've heard.

[destroytheworld]

I already sparred with her.

_{[fighting against the same opponent over and over again isn't anything fun.]}

[ex_diplomacy861]

Then why don't you issue forth a challenge on the network?

[destroytheworld]

Already done that, too.

_{[though... it was a bit different, but oh well!]}

[ex_diplomacy861]

And nobody offered?

[Poor Morte.]