Revenge is a dish best served deadly
Who: Max Fischer, Dilandau Albatou, Snowman spectating
Where: The biodome
When Saturday afternoon
Summary: Two teenage boys, both with bad attitudes and n sense of proportion, decide to settle their differences with violence.
Rating: PG-13 for naughty words
Warnings: Sword fighting and violence
Dilandau squatted in the biodome, stretching out his muscles. He was about to have his first proper spar in weeks and the last thing he needed was a sudden cramp seizing him. In all honesty, he didn't expect the fight with the annoying glasses kid to last long enough for cramps to be a worry, but when it came to battle, it was best to be prepared. After all, if he stumbled he'd lose face.
When he saw movement by the distant entrances, he raised his eyebrows. Surely that wasn't Whatshisname? The kid was a midget! No wonder he had such a big mouth, it had to make up for everything else about him. Dilandau stood, crossing his arms and casually waiting there to see if this cheeky opponent of his was really going to have the balls to come over. If he managed it, Dilandau was even going to give him the courtesy of drawing his weapon before his guts were spilt on the floor.
Where: The biodome
When Saturday afternoon
Summary: Two teenage boys, both with bad attitudes and n sense of proportion, decide to settle their differences with violence.
Rating: PG-13 for naughty words
Warnings: Sword fighting and violence
Dilandau squatted in the biodome, stretching out his muscles. He was about to have his first proper spar in weeks and the last thing he needed was a sudden cramp seizing him. In all honesty, he didn't expect the fight with the annoying glasses kid to last long enough for cramps to be a worry, but when it came to battle, it was best to be prepared. After all, if he stumbled he'd lose face.
When he saw movement by the distant entrances, he raised his eyebrows. Surely that wasn't Whatshisname? The kid was a midget! No wonder he had such a big mouth, it had to make up for everything else about him. Dilandau stood, crossing his arms and casually waiting there to see if this cheeky opponent of his was really going to have the balls to come over. If he managed it, Dilandau was even going to give him the courtesy of drawing his weapon before his guts were spilt on the floor.