[Text] ♉ Summoner: Get your prongs a little dirty

[rebull]

[Because this isn't a horrible idea of anything considering who resides among his audience here but- he's just not one to wallow for too long and eventually evens out. Not that we won't fly away from the problem quickly or anything. Either way, he's in a good mood.]

hEY YOU BEAUT1FUL TRANSPORTS, aND 1 GUESS THE PREV1OUS RES1DENTS... aND OF COURSE THE FURRY AND FEATHERED FR1ENDS ABOUT HERE TOO, hEH, nOT THAT ALL OF YOU WOULD BE SEE1NG TH1S, oF COURSE.
1'M UH, nOT EXACTLY OPEN TO ALL 1NV1TAT1ONS, bUT 1 HAVE TO SAY A L1TTLE COMPANY WOULD DO ME REALLY WELL R1GHT NOW,
1F YOU KNOW WHAT 1 MEAN.
sOMETH1NG A L1TTLE HEAVY,
nOT THAT 1'M LOOK1NG FOR A F1GHT,
bUT A RESPECTABULL AND DYNAM1C ONE ON ONE BOUT 1S DEF1N1TELY THE TOP1C OF TH1S.

["Not open to all invitations," you know who you are.]

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[shippingmath]

[And sure enough, that night Dirk is up on the island, bundled up in a coat, a scarf stolen from Roxy, and some fingerless gloves.]

Aight.

[rebull]

[Summoner's not in so much, just his Zora tunic which has done him very well thanks to Zelda. He also has some rather nice new boots, a lot better against the wet snow. Summoner's not waiting too far off and soon moves in Dirk's direction when he leaves the elevator.]

Took you long enough.

[shippingmath]

Wasn't about to get myself lost like a kid, this time.

[Dirk shrugs, and grabs his katana, letting it rest casually against his shoulder.]

C'mon, let's get this started.

[rebull]

Hey, you were a pretty cute kid, not that you're not still a cute kid. [A chuckle, removing a sword that resembles something like a cavalry saber. He removes it from it's sheath and puts the sheath back into it his sylladex. A fond glance to Dirk sword, nodding his head a little.]

Think she can take it?

[shippingmath]

[Dirk frowns behind his shades at being called a kid, even though compared to Summoner, he supposes he must really be one.]

Sure thing. This sword's not gonna break. [True story. It's an unbreakable katana and everything.]

[rebull]

[That he is, when Summoner first came to Vatheon they were a lot closer in age and Dirk could have argued him, but not so much now.]

Heh, all right. [A laugh, taking a look at his sword again and shrugs. He moves back a bit, moving his arm, getting a feel for the blade in his hand before turning to face him again. His stance widens, taking a more defensive pose, blade tilted up near his side and a bit infront of him.]

Bring it.

[shippingmath]

[He will forever regret that lost opportunity.

In the meantime, he prepares himself, holding out his sword and shifting into a ready position.]

Whatever you say.

[And then he's springing into motion- not flashstepping, but still moving quickly, aiming low for Summoner's knees.

[rebull]

[A smirk flashes over his lips and his stance suddenly lowers. No flashsteps, well all right. He's really used to fighting them when they're from the feet of juggalo anyway. Better to save that strike for later, eh?]

Whatever I say? Such a gentleman.

[Smirk turning to a grin.]

[Dirk goes in for a low attack, Summoner shifts his blade to first position quickly, block the attack. It's fast, and Dirk's blade grinds against his open before he shoves it back and makes a cut over attack in deception, pretending to go for a swipe at his side before quickly changing to make an attack at Dirk's shoulder.]

[shippingmath]

[He'll likely turn to it eventually, but this is a friendly spar, for all that it's against a troll. He's going to have to rely on speed and accuracy against someone like Summoner, who has more mass and muscle compared to him.

With that in mind, he steps back as Summoner swings, moving first to block the feint, then to deflect the actual swing before it comes close, and to step in again while Summoner's sword is being pushed away.]

[rebull]

[His own blade's deflected so instead of taking another shot, leaving him open during the movement, he steps back as Dirk gets closer, moving around to get close to his side instead of directly infront of him.]

[And with that he'll give a swing swing of his leg at Dirk's, to throw him off balance.]

[shippingmath]

[The kick is not entirely unexpected- 'fighting fair' hasn't ever been something Dirk cares about- but it is new to this fight, so he doesn't pull back in time to avoid being put off-balance by it.]

[rebull]

[If that leads to an opening, he taking it, striking his blade at Dirk's side, at the same time opening up his wings a little, giving some lift to his pounce forward.]

[shippingmath]

[It does lead to an opening, and Dirk is forced to move back yet again, just barely avoiding getting cut on Summoner's sword. This time, he keeps up the retreat until there's a few feet of space between them, enough for him to resettle his feet and get his sword at the ready. He's on the defensive, now.]

[rebull]

[Oh all right, he can go on the defensive then, sure. Summoner's piercing strike comes up short from Dirk moving back, but he continues to move forward with him, making another swipe at Dirk's side with his blade, following with a second if the first is blocked or dodged.]

[shippingmath]

[This time, the swipes are both blocked. Without Summoner trying to lock swords and really use his larger body to his advantage, Dirk can keep up his solid defense. He doesn't give up any more ground, and when Summoner's second blow is avoided, he makes a counterstrike of his own, toward Summoner's shoulder.]

[rebull]

[There's a quick dodge, getting close to the ground as Dirk strikes for his shoulder, and he turns, moving to be more at Dirk's side, swing his blade down and up to attack at his lower left hip.]

[shippingmath]

[Only now does Dirk actually flashstep. He doesn't do it yet to move around behind Summoner and attack, he only flashsteps enough to get out of the way of the blade, since it's an awkward position to dodge or to block.]

[rebull]

[Ah, there ya go, wasn't expecting that!]

[Summoner's blade misses, misses rather badly as well, and he's left a little unbalanced before finding his footing again and turning to face Dirk where ever he is. His hand holds up the blade in a defensive position as he move, keeping his wings in close.]