Bring It On Old Man [Complete]

[leashed_hunter]

Who: Albel Nox and Kiryuu Zero
When: Sunday
Where: Biodome
Summary: The old man, aka Abel, and Zero do some training together. 
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, angst.

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[acrimsonscourge]

Silver hair and violet eyes. A tall young man, Zero seemed to carry himself with exquisite posture and good form. This would be interesting. Albel watched him approach and smirked when he spoke.

"Of course. With something young and spry like you around, how could I sit still?" It was an almost provocative comment, but one that the brigade captain said with confidence. He had always been the type of person to speak his mind, to say what he wanted even if it was an evident bit of hubris.

"Well. I don't have my sword, but hand to hand is always more fun in it's own way, don't you think?" With a bit of a clatter, The Wicked One shook out his claw and grinned, pulling himself into his usual slouching stance.

"Come at me then, little Zero." There was a measure of fondness in the insult, and his grin spread from ear to ear. This was the most exciting thing that had happened since ending up in this place.

[leashed_hunter]

Zero was not easily taunted, at least not by someone that wasn't a Pureblood. And this male, Abel Knox, he understood him--somewhat, which was why it was easy to roll off the insults without bringing out his emotionless mask.

Zero stood tall, shining silver eyes on the other. The older youth might just be someone worth "training" with.

"You got it wrong," Zero said, he did not intend to charge at him like an adolescent. "I'll let you have the first hit, after that..." he smirked, "you're not getting any mercy."

[acrimsonscourge]

"Hah. Your funeral, kid." Albel wasn't one to take chances for granted.

Back home, he was accustomed to sparring with Fayt and Adray, occasionally the super-strong Klausian Cliff. Sizing Zero up as he approached, it was easy to judge that he was about the same size and build as Fayt. And thanks to this week's experiment (Something that Albel was still getting used to the concept of), the other fighter wouldn't have much up on him in the means of supernatural...well... anything.

It was a well practiced pattern of movement; a quick dash, his gauntlet braced against his side. It was also a cautious move, testing what this young man was capable of. Albel brought his human hand up, attempting to land a hit to Zero's chest. He'd save the God Hand for later.

[leashed_hunter]

Zero had learned most of what he knew through hard work, his enhanced abilities were simply a bonus, so having no supernatural abilities was a good way to gauge what he needed to work on, what he had allowed to rust when his unnatural abilities had surfaced.

It had been a year since he had finally truly fallen, and now he would be able to fight like a human once more--be a human once more.

He quickly side-stepped to the side when Albel rushed him. He had always been quick, his reflexes were the same. As soon as he moved to the side, his hand snapped forward to grab the other's hand and use it and his momentum to throw him over his shoulder.