[ WHO ]: Angeal Hewley [
flies_lopsided]; Dante Sparda [
werallsatisfied]
[ WHERE ]: The first floor lobby.
[ WHEN ]: The afternoon after
this log is posted.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Open!
[ RATING ]: G, but will edit if anything else comes up.
[ WARNINGS ]: Nothing comes to mind!
[ NOTES ]: Angeal is going to get his ass kicked during this spar, man :|;;
It didn't take too long to clear out the lobby. Angeal had planned it out before, of course, back when he had tried to teach previous residents some self-defense. The lobby provided a large enough space for the average spar and was thankfully protected from the elements, even if the rain and the snow did pound against the windows and the wind howl ferociously around the building.
He didn't know if they were using weapons and so he had brought his. The standard SOLDIER sword was leaning against the wall nearest to him; the Buster Sword was nowhere in sight. Zack had come in with it, and most of Zack had left, taking it with him. Angeal didn't mind at all. He had given the sword to him, and hoped that Zack had use for it, wherever he now was.
That aside, he was now simply waiting for Dante to show up. He didn't know what to expect from the young man; he didn't doubt capability, but he would reserve judgment until they completed their spar.