Post by Ashton Kay on Aug 11, 2015 12:32:47 GMT -5
Cracking his neck, Ash stood against the far wall in the courtyard. Once again he found himself waiting on his opponent, but he could hardly care. He passed the first round with only a prickle of annoyance from Jamal’s near constant attempts at trying to trash talk, something that wasn’t successful or clever in anyway. Otherwise, he was still in working order without any major injuries to report. Little damage had been done to his prosthetic leg, which he was more than happy about. That thing was annoying as all hell to fit and make, especially when the techs made it up so that it wouldn’t freeze and become brittle in the cold he produced.
Now, it was time for the second and the Battle Front trainer felt the itch for a good fight. Lately, with the so called peace between the prefects and the battle front there hadn’t been much action and the red head would be lying if he said he didn’t miss it. There was always something about letting his powers go freely, pushing them to the max and getting out his aggression that made him love fighting. Which is partly why he tried to spar so much, it allowed him to get a fraction of the same joy out of it and normally without any terrible side effects. Except for those moments where he got staples launched at his head but that was a different story completely.
Hearing the now familiar shift in the doors, his green eyes napped open eager to meet his next opponent. That eagerness deflated when he saw it was once again one of his own, Aura. Even with that, he knew that it’d be a decent fight. He’d seen her train enough to know she could handle her own. Pushing himself off of wall he casually strolled over to her, his hands sliding into the pockets of his basketball shorts. “Hey,” he called casually as he nodded in greeting. “This’ll be fun, just like all the other times we spared right?” A sly grin crept onto his face as he neared her.
He paused a few feet away, rocking back on his heels. “No hard feelings when I kick your ass, alright?” he joked, running a hand through his hair. In truth, he was more comfortable with the idea of sparring than this tournament. Here there was goal in mind and he wanted to achieve it, by any means necessary. Added to the fact he didn’t want any of his friends involved in whatever the government was plotting to do with the winners. He offered her a smile and a hand, hoping to start the round off right instead of simply launching into action like he normally would have. There’s a special privilege friends get after all.
