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[asea]

Who: Walter and Tiir
Where: Somewhere over the rainbow in the forest
When: Late morning
Style: Either
Status: Closed

[If it isn't one thing, it's the other. Peace doesn't seem commonplace within the city and, quite frankly, Walter finds the "murder" not worth making such a huge commotion over. It's not like he really cared to begin with.

And though there's no worry of being recognized for what he is, he prefers to be alone. The forest is expansive enough for that. However, the sound of another pair of footsteps nearby dictates that the day for that is not today. If he's aware, then, surely, so is the other of his presence. Before long, they cross paths.

Black hair and black clothes . . . ]

Comments

[contemptibility]

Oh? They 'claim' to be?

[asea]

. . . This is a meaningless conversation.

[He just doesn't want to say too much. So trying to step around -- ]

[contemptibility]

[And Tiir lets him step around—before grabbing his arm once Walter passes him, without looking at him.]

You know... it's that attitiude of yours that annoys me.

[There's a smirk on his face, which generally isn't a good sign.]

[asea]

[He stops the second his arm is grabbed. While he doesn't appreciate the touching (at all), Walter only glares over his shoulder.]

. . .

[It isn't the first time he's heard something like that.

He jerks his arm out of Tiir's grasp, but doesn't make a move to head out again.]

[contemptibility]

[Well, now he's smiling pleasantly—which, all things considered, is probably even worse.]

Well, if it were just to me, that wouldn't be a problem. However...

[asea]

[Walter hasn't known Tiir for very long. Most of all, he hasn't gotten to him well. But it doesn't take a genius to think that smile out of place.

Nor does it take another genius to know whom Tiir speaks of.]

That girl meddles too much.

[In his business, certainly. He has a feeling it applies to others as well.]

[contemptibility]

Oh? Do you think so?

[He's still smiling brightly—as he grabs Walter again and proceeds to throw him against a nearby tree.]

[asea]

[There's no way he could have seen that coming. Gritting his teeth, he lets out an airy grunt when his back collides against the tree from a throw deceptive of the considerable strength behind it.

That's not normal.

Rolling over his back to get into a sitting position, he wipes some dirt off his face and shoots Tiir another glare.]

You . . . !

[contemptibility]

[His smile takes on a dangerous notch.]

I have certain problems with people mistreating my friends.

[asea]

[Friends, hm.

He doesn't think twice about that.

Rising quickly, he falls into a battle stance, his eres kept dormant for the time being. If it's a fight, then there's no more need to talk on his end.]

[contemptibility]

[Even as Walter falls into a battle stance, Tiir looks entirely at ease as he tilts his head slightly to one side.]

Oh? Nothing to say to that?

[asea]

[No.]

Enough talk!

[contemptibility]

... It's a pity. Guriko wouldn't be happy if you died, so I suppose I can't kill you...

[Feel free to make the first move, Walter.]

[asea]

[He ignores Tiir. So a little girl gets to have a say in his life now? No, he's not going to think about that.

He leaps in for a side kick.]

[contemptibility]

[He jumps back to dodge it.]

You're not bad, for a human.

[asea]

[What a chatterbox.

Regaining his balance, Walter takes a long stride forward for a left hook.]

[contemptibility]

[And he jumps again—though this time forward, as he twirls in the air and lands behind Walter.]

Though I'm afraid it'll take a bit more than that...

[asea]

[The taunt certainly aggravates him, but he doesn't say a word as he swings his body around, lifting his right foot for a roundhouse kick. A rather strong but not notable kick, since he's more interested in landing a hit first.]

[contemptibility]

[... Tch. It's rather dull when they don't react.

The kick almost catches him off-guard, but he manages to jump back once more to evade it, still smirking.]

Is that all?

[asea]

[For the time being, yes. He straightens, losing the stance before pointing at Tiir.]

You initiated the fight, but you've done nothing since then. Why?

[contemptibility]

[He gives a light shrug.]

I was interested in seeing what your capabilities were.

[asea]

. . .

[His hand returns to his side, and he shakes his head.]

No. I will not show you.

[contemptibility]

Oh? That's disappointing.

[He smiles—and then his eyes flash red, which is the only warning Walter gets.

In just moment, he moves in front of Walter, before grabbing his neck and slamming against the nearest tree, hand still around his neck.]

What about now?

[asea]

[He caught it, if only for a second. The red flashing of the man's eyes, which no longer appear blue but darker --

Then the deceptive strength is present again, pinning him against the tree as he struggles to find good footing. His punches would have no effect from this position, and he's practically dangling.

Fine. Two can play that flashing game.

Deciding that the side of the tree trunk would do, he plants his feet against it and drops to a sudden crouch, his left hand working against Tiir's grip to maintain some semblance of breathing as his right fist goes in for a quick uppercut to the chest. At the same time, his nails glow, signifying the increase of force and speed in the punch.]

[contemptibility]

[At this proximity, Tiir doesn't have time to dodge, and so is knocked back at the punch connects, forcing him to let go of Walter. Once he recovers, he jumps back to put some distance between them.

After catching his breath, he smiles.]

Not bad.