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[felinemystique]

Characters: Kogenta/Trust (allidoisfight), Sasuke/Drake (onyx_drake), Kakashi/Sight (shouldve_didnt), Yoruichi/Bastet (felinemystique) and OPEN to spectators
Date/Time: June 16, afternoon
Location: The boat in the Wilderness
Rating: TBA
Summary: Bastet got a few takers on her request for a spar.

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[distant_dragon]

Oh of COURSE he was looking Bastet over. Geez. Drake managed to not entirely roll his eyes; he should have anticipated that Sight would be ogling the only female in the general area. How utterly predictable, really. He could probably lay bets on the odds of that happening and come out ahead every single time.

He stood off to the side, sword sheathed but propped upright, hands resting loosely on the top of the hilt. The lazy wave was greeted by a brief incline of his head before he set the blade down yet again. Slicing people in half was ill-advised at best, after all. Besides, this was all about hand-to-hand, and there was a strange sort of anticipation about the whole thing; as if somehow this had happened before under different circumstances. It was a decidedly eerie sensation.

He inclined his head, moving towards Sight at his comment. "Sounds like a plan to me. We'll see if you can keep up with me, hmm?" He didn't bother really waiting for an answer, instead using that unnatural speed to go for the first strike. Let's see if he could match that.

[shouldve_didnt]

All in a blurred flash in his mind, he took into account that Drake was rushing him. Nearby, there was a lounge chair and umbrella. Somehow, things clicked and made sense--it wasn't like he wanted to get hit. The next thing he knew, he'd relocated, leaving behind the closed umbrella in his place. That action felt so familiar.

"Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

With a quick motion, Sight yanked the cloth away from his eye, revealing the vertical scar running through the still-closed eye. But once he opened the eye, his expression had shifted from that sloth-like nonchalance. Intense. Serious. His body naturally slipped into a certain stance, but again he felt like there was something integral missing. Whatever. He'd figure it out soon enough. Why was this familiar? More than wanting to defeat the boy, he was more focused on testing him, as if waiting for something that he'd already expected and was looking forward to. What was that feeling?

[distant_dragon]

Hey now, he swiped his umbrella. Drake stopped his strike mid-motion, frowning faintly; that seemed utterly familiar to boot. Like it was a second-nature movement. How odd...excessively odd, as a matter of fact. He was already learning something new, it seemed.

"I don't know about that."

Drake's eyes were already that uncanny ruby red, and he was shamelessly employing them as an advantage. Of course, against another eye like them it wasn't as much of a leg up as it would be otherwise, but that was what made it so thrilling. The speed was back as he flew in for a kick; the movements were so familiar, so comfortable, like he'd rehearsed this a thousand times...and against Sight, even. Curiouser and curiouser.

[shouldve_didnt]

He'd taken no time in blocking Drake's kick, catching it in the process and locking it in his grip. It was just happening, and Sight knew these movements. It wasn't that he could just see it with his one eye--no, it's like he'd been through this already, like it was scripted beforehand.

Despite that, though, it seemed like the boy still had an advantage. Somehow, that didn't quite bother him; actually, he sort of felt proud of him for some reason.

Still clamped firmly on Drake's leg, he thrust his balled fist forward to send a jab into the boy's stomach.

[distant_dragon]

Nice block. Drake was stopped in mid-motion, but there wasn't any panic in his movements or his expression. Just like Sight, he could feel the fact that this had...happened before. Complete deja vu, in one of the weirdest ways possible. He also sensed the difference in skill; like he knew somehow this was different than the first time. The first time, he hadn't stood a chance.

He'd caught whatever it was that Sight had done to swap places with the umbrella; a second later that was what Sight was holding, not his leg. Another second later and the umbrella was pulled out of his grip; a surprisingly strong pair of arms grabbed the back of his shirt and literally tossed him a good fifteen-twenty feet in the air.

Drake had no concept of just what he was doing, or how he'd learned it, or what the hell was even going on -- but this felt so utterly natural. It might not feel quite so natural to Sight in a minute here, though, because this? This would leave bruises.

He crouched down almost on all fours, springing into the air behind Sight, still twenty feet above the deck. The next second the older man was the recipient of a brutal four-strike combination as Drake barrel-rolled in midair, somehow slamming every single one of his limbs right into Sight's torso in rapid succession. The force was enough to blast him right through the deck of the ark, and probably through at least one more level.

He landed on the deck, wide-eyed, trying to catch his breath. Somehow he knew that he had never unleashed that particular technique on Sight before...and yet somehow it was very, very connected to him. And...well crap. "Crap -- are you all right?" he yelled down, looking a little paler than normal. That had to hurt.

((ooc: link is a youtube clip for reference for those who haven't seen this particular move.))

[shouldve_didnt]

It happened incredibly quickly, like something that Sight had long expected. Drake's leg was suddenly replaced -substituted- by that rainbow umbrella. He was watching the whole time as the umbrella was snatched away and Drake crushed him in a firm grip before throwing him upward. Sight braced himself because he already knew that what was coming next was going to be painful.

The hits came down in succession. One. Two. Three. FOUR. And then Sight felt himself crash gracelessly through the deck... maybe even another level, but his body was still hung up on the first impact.

And deep down inside, Sight felt proud, thinking, You really have become stronger... He dragged himself to his feet, eyes intense with excitement and some sort of unspoken compliment before sliding into a stance, left hand closing in on the other wrist as his hand crackled and surged with energy.

The sheer shock of it all finally caught up with him. "Hnn?" The moment he'd expressed this, the sparks stopped dead and disappeared. Sight looked up at the deck and his destroyed surroundings, noting something peculiar in the way that everything began to repair itself rapidly before he had the opportunity to leap back to the deck to speak with his sparring partner.

[distant_dragon]

That actually stopped Drake completely cold. He was bracing himself for a return attack when Sight's hand started to crackle with energy. The act, though clearly unconscious, shocked him into silence as it triggered a whole rush of memories. He...could do that. He could DO that. How had he learned to do that? The same exact motion, the same exact ability...and at some point he'd done more than that. The same, but different, like he'd gotten creative with it and used it for his own ends.

But how had he learned that?

He was all set to make some comment when the boat started...repairing itself right in front of him. "What the..." This was unlike anything else he'd ever seen, and here he thought he'd seen every bizarre thing there was to see. Note to self, don't assume you've seen everything. "Hey, get back up here," he yelled just as the deck closed itself up. Huh. Okay, so maybe Sight was taking the stairs.