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Of Baton and Sword

May 03, 2010 20:15

[WHO] Damien (War)project_184 and Constable Ichabod Crane passes_out
[WHERE] On the roof of the Mezzo
[ABOUT] Ichabod and War spar to keep their skills sharp and a chance for Ichabod to sharpen his skills properly
[WARNINGS] Violence.
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( To train, the mind and body must be sharpened to a fine edge like a scalpel. )

[fullmetal alchemist] war, [sleepy hollow] constable ichabod crane

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project_184 May 4 2010, 01:34:57 UTC

War arrived without delay. Having already gone to the roof once (although for far different purposes), finding the way again was of no difficulty. The wind that greeted him upon arrival made him thankful for preparing ahead of time. Though the hairpin loosened in the gust, it at least kept a majority of his white bangs out of his vision. Even in a sleeveless, form-fitting shirt, the chill of the air held no negative influence over him for long. It took barely half a minute for his body to adjust to the changed atmosphere.

Without pause, War approached Constable Ichabod with a half-hearted wave that then continued up to his mouth to dispose of a dying cigarette. In such an environment and situation, it really had no place nor much use. He stomped out the low orange glow and readjusted the hairpin before turning his gaze back up to the other man.

passes_out May 4 2010, 01:49:59 UTC

Ichabod had no idea of War's fighting style and it was for the best. He needed this to get out pent up aggression and it gave him a chance to sharpen his skill to a precision that he needed here. Not only to protect himself, he needed it to protect Vanille and so many others that needed and depended on him.

In the wind, his ascot blew in the wind. Without the pin, it would have come loose and hit him in the face, blinding him. The cold kept his senses sharp. He waited patiently. War seemed much more relaxed then he did by far but that will change soon. He closed his eyes for a brief moment to listen to the music that surrounded him. To harness the Harmony and use it to bend his will and bend to his will will be another test.

"I am ready when you are," he said with confidence.

project_184 May 4 2010, 02:00:19 UTC

First I need to know how difficult you wish for this fight to be. War crossed his arms, eyes intent as the words entered Ichabod's mind. With more than 100 years of experience behind him, he was accustomed to most types of conflict. Guns, swords, words, fists. Even clubs--Ichabod's choice of weapon--had snuck in.

Do you wish to risk your life or want me to halt and point out when I would be able to kill you?

passes_out May 4 2010, 02:09:03 UTC

"We stop the moment a killing blow is imminent. This is a sparring match, not a fight to the death," he pointed out with a small smile.

"I am not armed with any other weapon other than what you see," he holds out the friction lock baton for War to see and held out his arm to take a turn once around. Once he faces squarely again, he brings the button tip down in the ready position with one hand behind his back, customary of fencers with his heels together.

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