From the Dorms to the Woods (NFB)

[tyler_gone]

Dressed in clothes he could move in, Tyler waited in the shadows of the lobby.

He paced nervously. There may have even been a little watch-tapping.

[OOC: NFB. Locked to someone who knows who he is.]

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[demonbelthazor]

Bel headed down the stairs instead of shimmering so he didn't attract unwanted attention. He stepped into the lobby and nodded to Tyler. "All set?"

[tyler_gone]

"All set," Tyler agreed, stepping toward Bel with a slight smile. "Time for a walk?"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel grinned. "Yeah, my legs need a stretch."

[tyler_gone]

"Exercise is good for the soul," Tyler agreed, heading toward the door.

He turned to Bel as he passed out of the dorm, into the damp evening air. "One question?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Sure, what is it?" Bel asked, pausing to light up a cigarette.

[tyler_gone]

A little prissily, Tyler coughed, then swallowed the cough back.

"The demon stuff. How strong are you, compared to what I would expect? Everyone I've fought has just been human."

[demonbelthazor]

"Stronger than a normal human," Bel said. He shrugged. "I've never measured it against most of the people here, just other demons. I tend to hold back so I won't break someone too much. I'm the strongest in my demon form, but you shouldn't be seeing that tonight."

[tyler_gone]

"For which I thank you," Tyler said. "I think."

He gestured to his own wirey frame. "I've done a lot of street fighting, but, like I said, I don't really get to push myself here too often. It'll be good to have a challenge."

He walked, determined, down the path that would lead to the clearing where he had encountered WIllow the day before.

[demonbelthazor]

"Street fighting sounds more my style than fancy forms and footwork," Bel said. He looked Tyler over as they walked. "You look like you already saw some action recently. Heard on the radio you were sparring with Cam. How'd that go?"

[tyler_gone]

"A tie, I guess," Tyler shrugged. "I think we both had some stuff to work out. He hits hard when he gets into it." He rubbed his hand. "Also, boy has a thick skull."

[demonbelthazor]

"Yeah, I know all about working stuff out," Bel said, shaking his hand a little. His knuckles were still scraped from punching the tree a few nights before.

[tyler_gone]

"I bet," Tyler said.

They were at the clearing, and Tyler bent into a few deep stretches. He noticed that his muscles were still sore from the fight with Cam. "I might be a little weak," he half-apologized. "Cam's tough, like I said."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel took off his jacket and stretched his arms and rolled his neck. "If you wanna put this off to another time..." he said.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler shucked his own sweatshirt and tossed it over a low branch.

"Didn't say that," he said, fluidly moving into fight stance. "What rules do you want?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Just fight until someone says stop?" Bel suggested. He smirked. "And I won't use fireballs."

[tyler_gone]

"Deal," Tyler said. "On fire is not my best look."

He shifted slightly, sizing up his opposition. "One. Two. Three. Go."

His arms up in guard position, he circled Bel, looking for an opening.