In which a furry and a half duke it out

[maaaaaaaaassive]

Who: Pit, Falco, spectators
What: A friendly spar
Where: FINAL DESTINATION
When: April 19th
Warnings: Fighting, as is typical with spars

If Falco had to summarize this school in one line, it'd be "so and so throw a hissy fit and start drama". Even he fell into this category. Needless to say, his first impression was not a very flattering one.

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[pitticus]

Finally! A fight, a fight! Pit was half afraid he was going to go stale if he went on without practicing. Serious partners were the best partners, and Pit got super serious vibes coming from Falco. He'd be sorry he ever underestimated him!

As planned, Pit made his entrance. Determination flashed from every angle of body language he had, from his eyes to his wings to his walk. In each hand rested the handle of a curvy iridescent blade. He smiled upon seeing Falco and mentally prepared himself once more.

"You ready?" he called. "I sure hope so!"

[things_go_boom]

Lash was going to collect a million feathers to make a pillow.

Actually she was here to cheer on Pit, notebook in hand as she usually did for any fighting match. Sword versus blasters! This was going to be interesting.

[boxingmidget]

Mac was SO here. And cheering on Pit most of the time. He didn't know Falco, but hey, that doesn't he probably wasn't gonna cheer for both of them at some point. That was just good sportsmanship. He just wanted to cheer on his friend.

[maaaaaaaaassive]

Falco tapped his boot on the ground in a gesture of self-preparation. Swords, huh? This was going to be good.

"Ready as I'll ever be." He said, taking out the blaster.

The countdown started.

[pitticus]

The stage changed.

And the fight? It was on.

Countdown ended, and in a click Pit forced himself into fight mode. His first move was to take to the air, his wings beating a few times to give him good leverage off the ground. Now it was time to see what his opponent had up his sleeves!