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Who: Squall Leonhart (captainellipsis) & Leon (reservedhonor)
What: |D Gunblade duel.
When: Idk now?
Where: Outsiiide.
Rating: XD PG? I never know what to rate these.

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[reservedhonor]

Leon walked briskly through the castle and to the entrance, looking around for his seemingly look-a-like challenger as he fixed his gloves. Selphie was overreacting quite a bit - he wouldn't kill the kid, what reason did he have to do so? Just because they might look like mirrors of each other?

"Come back with X-shaped scars..." he muttered under his breath, stopping and examining the area he was in now. Within a few seconds, he spotted someone a good feet away with their backs turned. He raised an eyebrow and walked over towards the guy, taking his gunblade off of his belt as he did so.

"Hey, kid!" he called out, knowing the "kid" would get his attention. "Squall, right?"

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Squall rolled his eyes at the "kid" comment, before turning around to face Leon.

Only many years of practicing looking bored in every situation kept Squall from doing a double take. As though hearing his own voice coming from somewhere else through the journal pages hadn't been eerie enough, Selphie really hadn't been exaggerating when she said they looked alike.

He even had the scar.

Squall stared at it for a moment, before shifting his stance to drop the tip of his gunblade to the grass. Leon said hadn't recognized the name 'Seifer,' so Squall had to wonder where the hell he'd gotten it. Right between the eyes didn't seem like a very common place to be cut.

... Regardless, he shook his attention off of it for a moment to reply to Leon's question with a simple nod. He wasn't much for talking. "No magic," he threw out there, in case his opponent had been expecting to be able to use it. He wanted this to be a straight comparison of skills.

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Leon couldn't help but have both eyebrows rise as soon as Squall turned around to face him. Selphie was right - and he'd never hear the end of it from her.

Same scar they both had. Interesting.

His eyes went over every part of Squall's body, making mental notes of build, possible height, possible weight, this and that. He was definitely younger, that was definite. More than five years between them, most likely. But he could continue filing away his observations after the fight.

The brunette shrugged at Squall's statement, "Never planned on using it. We keep going until one of us can't fight anymore, or one of us gets knocked out. And no extra scars, or Selphie will kill us." He couldn't help but smirk. That girl was amusing, and reminded him of a certain annoying someone back home.

"Ready?" he shifted and changed the way he held his gunblade, watching his opponent for any sudden moves.

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Squall gave another curt nod, to express his understanding of the terms, before tensing his shoulders in preparation to lift up his heavy gunblade. He was ready.

As soon as Leon shifted, Squall stepped forward to charge across the gap between them. He dragged the tip of his blade through the grass (on drier ground it would have released sparks), both hands now on the hilt. When close enough, he yanked it upwards in an arc, aiming to sink the tip into Leon's chest, starting below his ribcage and continuing until it hit his chin.

... Which would no doubt leave a scar of some sort, but Squall didn't doubt that his first swing would be blocked or dodged. No matter how skilled Leon was. No one ever got felled by the first strike of a gunblade; they were far too cumbersome for anyone to not see it coming.

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Leon quickly brought his own gunblade up and blocked the attack, before he lifted his leg and attempted to kick Squall away a few feet. He was fast, and definitely able to handle a gunblade.

It didn't mean that he was a master at it.

Once again, Leon found himself being an observer as well as a participant, moving to cut Squall's arm.

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Squall dug his heel into the ground pushing his weight back to narrowly avoided Leon's kick. He was overbalanced by it for a moment, tucking his arm against his chest and ducking away from the gunblade that came in fast. He stopped his turn once the tip whizzed by his forearm, cutting clean through his leather sleeve. He frowned but didn't pay it any more attention; he'd have the time to get annoyed over it later.

Swinging back, Squall shifted his left leg in front of him, using the momentum to sweep the gunblade back towards Leon's left shoulder.