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WHAT IN PERSON, YA FOOLS
WHERE anywhere
WHEN Day 8, evening

[ it's beginning to be summer -- or something like that, sort of. late spring? the weather has been warming up is the point and in the twilight of, well, now, the fireflies have also come out.

twinkling little stars that are actually bugs. Rather, slightly larger than the normal firefly -- in fact, perhaps they seem more like will o' the wisp sized.

But still, a lovely summer. If you follow one they may lead you (crashing into) the path of someone else.

Or the lake.

Definitely also the lake. ]

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[ he huffs -- almost a laugh, really -- and is delayed in dodging the return. in fact, orga's fist will probably clip his cheek, but judging from how fast he spins, pivoting on his heel to twist and send an elbow towards orga's gut, he could have easily dodged it. ]

[Oh, fast.

Orga doesn't dodge that all, he barely manages to upset his weight enough to let the strength of the blow carry him instead of absorbing all of it into his gut.

That might have been a laugh but it might have just been all of the air leaving his lungs. He stumbles backwards.]

[ there's no delay either, between that and the follow up. Another twist, and it's his fist, swinging to come and hit the same place where his elbow just previously sunk in. ]

Oi, oi.

[it doesn't sound very threatening, since it's more of a wheeze really. But he has the advantage of longer limbs and shoots the arm that isn't guarding his gut out to Ayer's face. Not a fist this time, but a palm going for his nose.]

[ his nose has probably been broken 500 times by now but he's not about to let that happen again, really. ]

Hmph. With that — [ it feels like Orga's palm connects with something, but it's definitely not a nose, and probably before he can really consider exactly what it connected with the counter comes. Two rapid blows, both aimed to snap up into Orga's jaw. ]

[What is that, that's interesting. Orga grabs at it, habitually, holds on tight, though only for an instant. Getting hit in the jaw knocks him off balance, sends his head spinning.

He hasn't been hit like that in a while. Probably he doesn't want his jaw broken again, that hurt like shit.

He stumbles back again, further this time, trying to put distance between them so he doesn't just get pounded flat.]

[ Ayer pursues, only taking as long as it takes to move closer before swinging again. he doesn't smile, but he is enjoying it -- again aiming for the face. straight forward, easy to predict punches, only remarkable in their speed and force. ]

[Orga blocks what he can, strikes back here and there, but it's a losing battle now.

Okay, it was always going to be a losing battle, and that's obvious to him at this point. He's getting a bit foggy headed from taking so many hits.

But that's fine, he grins, then just grits his teeth. He doesn't call it off, not while he can still stand. No one he's ever known rolls like that.]

[ any strike orga makes, ayer will let hit, it doesn't slow him down in the slightest. it would be over faster if he tried to take orga down, through him or knock him over, but he's not interested in that. he just wants to hit orga until he gives up, or can't stand. whatever comes first, really. which isn't to say he's prolonging it either, as many blows as he can ~~reach~~ are sent towards orga's face. cheek, chin, eyes, whatever. it's not exactly too sloppy but it's a little careless.

it's not like orga's a real challenge. ]

[It takes a hit that blacks Orga out for a few seconds to end this.

So that when he wakes up to that groggy mind cut through by bright sparks of all too familiar pain he's already on the ground, blinking up at the dark sky.]

Heeh.

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[ as soon as orga ends up on the ground he stops, for a moment he's completely relaxed and loose, shaking out his hands a little but very quickly his posture grows closed and defensive. ]

Tch. Weak.

Oi, don't be a brat.

[But he says it congenially, not terribly offended, maybe a bit abashed. He sits up to blow some blood out of his nose. This is why he took the shirt off.]

You're pretty strong, huh? Do you always fight like that?

Who's the brat? [ but it's not really anger so much as a bit of obligatory puffing up. and then with zero shame ] 'm the king. One person's stronger'n me, but I haven't met anyone else worth it. I fight how I fight.

[ like?? what kind of question is that??? ]

The king...? Of what?

The ring. I've never lost.

[ yanno. fighting ring. ]

[The ring...]

Ah, an illegal one? Other guys your age fight there?

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Who cares how old they are?

[ aka no, it's like all adults listen fucko ]

[Snorts, ah well, he obviously doesn't want to explain. That's fine.]

I was just curious how you ended up there. I know a lot of strong guys, like you, but they fight on battle fields, not rings.

... it was the place to go. [ the only place his like seven year old brain could conjure ] Not like there's that many battlefields in our Skydom.

A peaceful place..? So you just like to fight?

I'm not living like a domesticated animal again.

[ his voice doesn't get passionate but it's a pretty firm statement. ]

I'll make my way and my place with my fists.

[It's not really Ayer's fault that Orga's heart stops a little.

It's just a thing that happens sometimes if you like punch his open wounds.

He deals with it by grinning, anyway.]

Haaah. Is that so. Alone?

None of your business.

[ a little more aggressive than he means to be. Shoulders setting ]

[Lifts a hand in a sort of half-surrender, then pushes himself to his feet.]

I made a promise like that with someone once, is all. It's better if you have friends along-- no, it's probably impossible without them.

[ his jaw works, teeth grinding together progressively harder and harder before he speaks again ]

You're telling me why? I'm not interested in you.