[1v1] Just a Lovetap [Kiwi vs Senga][FIN]

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Kiwi had spent half an hour or more, tossing and turning on his cot. The fact that he had harmed Senga, intentionally or not in the false universe still didn't settle well with him. Even if that Senga was only a memory, it was still a part of Senga, in some way or form. And being an honest friend, he wanted to make this right.

Kiwi found the War executioner almost in the same spot he had seen him last, perched on one of the canopy terraces. He approached slowly, mentally cursing the voices of Insanity and the quiet way they amplified the guilt, made him long to turn round and hide away in his tent. He stepped forward regardless, and without a word cuffed the horseman lightly on the shoulder, passing him an apologetic smile. After all, it was Senga who had taught him actions speak louder than words. He squatted on bended knees beside his friend, quiet for a moment as he pondered. He wasn't certain how much Senga remembered, or if he would remember at all. He had to word this carefully.

" ... Remember how you told me, War settles its disputes through action?? ..." He paused again. "... I'd like to test that, if you'll oblige me."

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kfksfk I feel like I'm rehashing this sooo hard ;A; hopefully my next post will be less derp <3

 

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Senga had been lounging. His muscles ached pleasantly from recent spars, and his mind for once was quiet - or as quiet as it could be now. The voices were low and hushed, barely threading through his conscious thought anymore. His eyes half-lidded to the sounds all around; horsemen working to sharpen and build weapons, while others took off in a flurry of wings from the skeletons of buildings still to be built. He was not necessarily bored, nor was he necessarily restless... it was strange to feel content for once, when he hadn't felt such a strange emotion in so long. He was nearly dozing when Kiwi found him, though he snapped out of his light slumber immediately and turned to look at the boy with a curious eye.

A spar? His lips curled into a tiny smile. It was rare now with so many things going on that others actively sought him out to play around with, so Kiwi's words were suddenly and undeniably welcome. He slid from his perch to stand before the other, assessing him for a moment before tilting his head and ruffling his wings gently. "I'd be happy to oblige." He said in his low, rumbling tone, the skulls of his hood rattling gently. "I've always been interested in the battle tactics of Famine, after all. And - " He tilted his head, glancing at Kiwi thoughtfully, "I would hope that this eradicates any guilt you might still have in you."

He summoned his dagger and weighted it in his palm, gesturing at Kiwi with a look of interest in lazy ferocity that so commonly appeared in the eyes of his War kin.

A spar would certainly be good for the both of them.

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Senga's answer struck the Famine cold with mild shock. It was curious how he almost seemed to know his intentions, and a slow smile spread across his face as he stood. "Yes, let's have a good fight, shall we??" And with that he summoned his chained sickle, placing a small bit of distance between them as he launched the sickle towards his War friend. To his dismay, the blade snagged a stray limb, becoming caught by the branches.

Kiwi hurriedly tugged, making a mental note: Perhaps this high into the canopy, using the weapon's weight wasn't the best option.

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Senga tilted his head, watching the chained weight get caught in a tree. He'd heard of the odd weapons of Famine, but he'd yet to see them up close and personal. He glanced back at Kiwi and smiled, a spark of competitiveness lighting in his eyes. "Yes, lets." He rumbled, twirling his dagger as though he were going to use it and lunge.

Instead, he wrapped a hand around the chain of the scythe and yanked it free of its entanglement, pulling Kiwi close with it so that they were within a few paces of each other. "Let's have some fun in the canopy, hm?" He rumbled with a grin, his wings unfurling slightly. This would be fun.

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Kiwi acknowledged Senga's words with a grin, tightening his grip momentarily about the chain's length. In the executioner's grasp however, it was all but useless, and so the tactful horseman settled for a secondary approach.

He leapt from the terrace floor to a nearby tree-branch, running the length of it so that he spun Senga about with just enough momentum to pry his blade free. It sang as it returned to his hands, and he grinned from his perch. "Alright, your move."

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Senga chuckled, tilting from side to side as though pondering what to make his first move. When Kiwi moved though, his laugh turned to focused silence, and he let the blade go free and landed lightly on his feet, unfurling his wings and giving them a gentle flap.

"Well done," He rumbled quietly, feeling his muscles tighten in his calves. With a quick, steady leap, he vaulted into one of the higher tree branches, glancing down at Kiwi with an appraising eye. "Yes." He hummed, almost to himself. "My turn." He tilted himself into a downward arch and lunged at Kiwi, landing on the same branch and lashing out with his dagger almost experimentally, just short of the others skin, as though to test his reaction. "Hmm."

HP: 40/40
Target: Kiwi
Damage: SERIOUSLY
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

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Kiwi saw the blade coming, prepared for what he knew was an inevitable sharp pain. He flinched only slightly though, in sublime shock as Senga drew the blade up short. Toying with him. His face muddied with a scowl momentarily, but the attempt was enough to shake the branch, and with a sudden surprised yelp Kiwi tumbled backwards, barely managing to swing his sickle and hook it into the tree as he went tumbling down.

He landed a bit shakily on the terrace floor, righting himself with arms outstretched, and a newfound grin as he retrieved his weapon.

"You were saying, Senga??"

Kiwi's HP: 40/40
Damage: what damage?? |D
Target: Senga

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Laughing, Senga perched on the branch that Kiwi had previously occupied, glancing down at him with wild bright eyes. He seemed almost airy, as though they'd hardly gotten to the competitive part yet. His wings flicked, tawny feathers brushing over the hard wood of the tree. "Ah, I haven't had an airborn battle in a while." He rumbled quietly, pushing himself to his feet and humming.

He nearly lunged again, but he caught sight of a horseman fluttering by in a hurry right behind Kiwi and caught himself in a flurry of wing flaps. While it wouldn't be hard at all to make this three-sided battle, he wasn't about to bring another into this.

This was his spar.

HP: 40/40
Damage: u tried
Target: Kiwi
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

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Senga dove forward, and Kiwi was just as surprised by the sudden horseman's appearance as the War clansman was. It stopped Senga's attack however, and seizing the moment the Famine soldier dodged to one side before leaping off the terrace floor to pass his friend a firm roundhouse from behind, grinning all the while.

He could toy as well. It was only a light kick after all.

Kiwi's HP: 40/40
Damage: 3
Target: Senga

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Senga grunted against the blow, but he took no time in reacting, whirling around in a flurry of feathers and fur. He ducked before Kiwi had a chance to land a second blow and lunged forward. But instead of a blow he leapt at the last minute with one powerful motion of his wings, vaulting behind the Famine boy to catch his legs with a low kick and hopefully send him off balance.

"Well done," He said, but even his words weren't meant with rest - even weaponless, he moved forward to continue the spar. They were only getting started, after all.

HP: 37/40
Target: Kiwi
Damage: 4
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

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Kiwi could feel his balance tilt just off-center as Senga dodged, and was taken by surprise when the executioner's limbs suddenly collided with him from behind. He collided with the terrace floor, revealing an odd smile.

It was almost comical the way they had begun to dodge one another, leading casually into a parry of blows. It reminded Kiwi of how battle too, was a fine art. A dance of skill. It took skill to know just how far to push yourself, and to your opponent. The sickle and chain rattled against the wood as it hit, and a moment later it vanished entirely as Kiwi rose. "Suppose that teaches me to watch my back, eh??" he chuckled, and with that turned on his heel, launching a firm kick towards Senga's midriff.

Kiwi's HP: 36/40
Damage: 5
Target: Senga

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Senga rumbled, a sound that could easily be a laugh. He seemed to be enjoying himself here, now, his lips parting into a ghost of a smile as Kiwi retaliated. He grunted as he caught Kiwi's foot with his hands, though he could feel a dull ache where the force of the blow had landed against his fingers and his ribs. "Suppose so," He returned, raising his eyes to the other with a mischievous look, almost wolfish in appearance.

It was a side of Senga few saw and few remembered, considering the times he was like this were few and far in between, and the times he was grumpy were commonplace instead.

With a sharp twist of the captured appendage, Senga pulled Kiwi off balance and knocked him back, ruffling his wings and taking off into one of the branches again. If they were going to spar in earnest, they wouldn't do it hanging about in one place like a pair of boring half-wits.

HP: 32
Damage: 2
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

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Oh, so Senga wished to dance, did he?? Kiwi grinned, and leaping from the terrace chose to oblige his fellow horseman. He flipped while in the air, so that his foot just touched to the tree-branch before bounding off again, and made to take them both back to the terrace floor.

Except, he ended up dangling from the bough, one hand gripping about the War colt's ankle. Kiwi was not always the most eloquent dancer.

Kiwi's HP: 34/40
Damage: 1
Target: Senga

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Senga let out a laugh, swaying in Kiwi's grip. "Very graceful." He remarked in amusement before kicking free of the Famine boys hands and floating mid-air, his tawny wings keeping him from a plummet far below.

"You're on our terrain now, though," Senga teased. "Don't forget that."

HP: 31
Damage: 1 wtg
Target: Kiwi
FEAR: Y2 Battle Cry

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Kiwi clawed his hands towards the limb, falling farther as he plummeted to the terrace. His landing was hampered only by the sudden unfurl of his wings, and a moment later he was to his feet again, grinning up at the floating War clansman.

"Am I to take it that I am at a certain disadvantage then??" he replied, stretching an arm as he resummoned his weapon. A moment later the chain whirled out, wrapping sickle and all around one of Senga's feet. Kiwi jerked, only hard enough to send the horseman reeling slightly as the chain unwound. A playful tease.

Kiwi's HP: 33/40
Damage: 2
Target: Senga

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