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[protectorofsmiles]

[The video feed isn't quite up there in quality but it's good enough that one can see a very topless Genbu holding the device up to a mirror.]

Howdy-hoo! Im-

[His voice was toonishly high pitched. He clears his throat, and immediately it drops to his natural, much deeper sound.]

Sorry! Force of habit!! Say friends, any of ya know if there's a trainin' ground somewhere? I've been here a couple of moons now, and I haven't done a whole lot of activity like I did back home! Especially since I ain't draggin' my caravan around anymore! I think I'm startin' to shrink as a result...

[He flexes in the mirror, showing off what he thinks is a shrinking body, but even a low-res video can't hide how big he is. Still, he is concerned about his health.]

Oh uh, if anyone needs a sparrin' or trainin' buddy, I'm yer guy!

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[streunerhund]

Yeah, dodging bullets only works for some.

I mostly use it for choking people but I'll leave the rest a surprise.

[protectorofsmiles]

Hah! Now I'm really intrigued!

Anyways, I'm here. Ya on yer way?

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[streunerhund]

I'm coming.

[It's hard to miss him, but Heine comes along after a few moments. The height difference is much more emphasized with them both standing, but Heine hardly seems concerned about it, giving a little wave.]

Yo.

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[protectorofsmiles]

[Not even the height difference as much as the body difference. Compared to someone as built as Genbu, Heine was rather skinny!

But that didn't matter to Genbu. He learned the hard way several times not to underestimate size. Getting beaten up by Xaelan women and lalafells will do that to you.]

So. How do ya reckon we determine the winner?

[streunerhund]

I guess whoever dies first is the loser.

[He just moves on for a moment, disconnecting his chain from the guns holstered at his butt. It's a thin, intricate thing.]

I'm kidding. Ten second pin count?

[protectorofsmiles]

Pfff hahaha...haha...boy you're kinda dark, ain't ya...

Anyroad, let's do this!

[Genbu himself is dressed only in his pagos half-pants and sandals, top completely bare. Clothes restricted him during a good spar. He walks over to the middle of the field, stretching, before standing right back up.

He quickly claps a palm over his fist.]

Ya ready?

[streunerhund]

I have faith you'll get used to it.

[Heine's dressed in a tshirt and some slacks tucked into knee boots. It's a relatively comfortable dress.]

[He looks up, looping the chain in one hand, observing Genbu's build a little more critically.]

Don't hold back.

[He kicks up some glass as he jumps, his foot digging into the earth with the power of the leap. He's fast, and he only needs one bound to close the distance, the chain snapping from his hand to try and wrap around Genbu's arm.]

[protectorofsmiles]

Hey wait, dont'chya wanna take off yer-

[Genbu gasps as the chain strikes him, wrapping around his arm. Genbu attempts to pull back on the chain, his other hand forming into a fist, intending to aim at whatever part of Heine's body is unfortunate enough to be close enough.]

[streunerhund]

[That'd be into Heine's chest, knocking the wind out of him, but he doesn't feel any ribs crack. He grunts at the impact, the pain radiating from the blow, but swings with the pull until he's behind Genbu's back now, back to back.]

You have to hit me harder. But let's not finish this quickly, all right?

[protectorofsmiles]

Heh, Heh, ya prefer it nice and slow, huh?

[Innuendo intended.

Genbu swings his arm, attempting to use Heine's chain to swing him around and let go, hoping the momentum will send him flying.]

[streunerhund]

You--

[He's light, so that swing is enough to send him sailing, but he does end up landing on his feet and hands, sliding about a foot back in the grass.]

[He looks up, obviously a little flustered.]

Is your mind on the fight or somewhere else?

[protectorofsmiles]

[Genbu is fired up! He's hopping back on forth on each foot, his fists up and raring to go.]

Hey, flusterin' yer opponent is a great strategy! Now let's go, skinny boy!

[streunerhund]

Valid.

[Heine usually does it by making his opponents pissed off with his indifference. He's just not used to this in a friendly spar, though.]

[No chain this time; Heine springs up, closing the distance again, one arm raised over his head, but his other hand closes in a fist to aim for an uppercut punch.]

[protectorofsmiles]

[Genbu's definitely got his eye on that arm over his head. He's about to counter until he feels a powerful force right up his chin.

Ouch.

Shocked, he finds himself flying into the air before landing on his back. Holy hell, what was this guy made out of to send him flying like that?

Groaning, Genbu slowly gets back up on his feet.]

Damn, you've got spice for an ice boy! Hehe...

[Wiping his mouth, Genbu lets out a battle scream as he run towards Heine, intending to tackle him. Unlike the smaller man, Genbu wasn't one for tricks and stealth. He was brawns and passion, only facing his opponents head on.

After all, he was the damage obsorber. The damagers were usually his teammates as he distracted the target.]

[streunerhund]

[An ice boy. That's a new one. It makes Heine huff a laugh, almost quiet enough not to be heard.]

You're like a bull.

[But Heine is having fun. More fun than he had drinking beer; his pulse was starting to pick up with excitement, and he plants his feet. He's fast enough he could dodge out of the way, but he receives Genbu's charge with open arms.]

Oof--

[Damn, it's like being hit by a whole cow too. He wraps his arms around Genbu's waist, holding onto him as they tip back into the ground.]

[protectorofsmiles]

[Genbu wasn't expecting to be hitting the ground when he tackled. Usually people dodge, or tackle back, making it a battle of strength, or something. Genbu props himself up on his hands, and looks down at the white haired man beneath him.]

Jeez, why didn't ya counter? It's almost as if ya want me on top of you!

[smirk]

[streunerhund]

[Heine could have, but decided not to. He has to be careful-- this is for fun and a work out, not to actually injure Genbu. He lets him gloat for a moment, but then uses the grip he had on the bigger man's waist to toss him on his back.]

[The albino sits up, then rubs a bead of sweat off his brow with the back of a hand.]

You look better on bottom.

[protectorofsmiles]

Heh. And I suppose ya look good ridin' me.

[Genbu quickly sits up and wraps his arms around Heine's waist, and he attempts to headbutt Heine's forehead.]

[streunerhund]

[The sound of their skulls cracking together is pretty loud. Heine makes a noise of pain, lights exploding behind his eyes from the sharp impact. He shakes his head, a shiver running down his spine.]

You'd be better with your mouth stuffed.

[Is it a bully move to grab Genbu by the horn? Maybe, but Heine is a bully, so he's going to do it and try and headbutt him a second time.]

[protectorofsmiles]

AAAGGH!

[Good thing Genbu has dense bones because seven hells that hurt a second time. Did he really just headbutt him back??]

Jeez, is givin' head all ya can think about?

[Enough games! Growing anxious from having his ears grabbed, Genbu uses all his might to stand up, and throw his whole body back to sling Heine off.]

[streunerhund]

[HE'S A BULLY.]

[Heine was on top of Genbu, but not exactly like he had his legs dug in around him, so the sudden shift in elevation and momentum of the throw has his fingers slipping off the horn and then faceplanting a few feet away.]

[He's climbing to his feet when--

he looks down at the grass, where his fingers and feet are pressed into, and strikes him how weird it is to feel earth beneath his fingers, rather than concrete. He's a little dazed, no quip back this time.]

[protectorofsmiles]

Gah!! Whiplash!! Phew!

[Genbu clings onto his head as he stood to his feet. Heine pulling on his horn didn't help that much.]

Hana-chan? You okay? Ya got quiet...

[Genbu turns around and sees Heine on all fours. That was a sign that he was concious at least. That's good.]

I didn't throw ya too hard, did I?

[streunerhund]

[He has to stop thinking about the ground. He's sat on it, saw more beautiful things, especially during hanami, but it's still all something new. It's the first he's had a fight on it, that extra bit of spring and cushion soil gives.]

[He sits up and then back his knees and brushes a hand through his hair. He grabs his neck, popping it with a loud crack. He has a brief moment of relief-- then no, the ache.]

You'd have to try harder. Do you want to punch me or not?

[protectorofsmiles]

[Genbu observes Heine, watching as he sits on the grass, lost in thought.

He took a moment for himself, merely studying the smaller man. Such an interesting fella, this guy was. So skinny yet so powerful.

He was intriguing. Genbu would even daresay kind of cute.

He smiles.]

Well I can't punch ya if you're sittin' on the ground! That's just a coward move! Get up and come at me!

[streunerhund]

[Heine huffs as if exasperated that Genbu didn’t just come over and clock him. He gets up to his feet, this time taking a moment to pull off his shirt, since he’s getting sweaty from the sun and movement.]

[He’s skinny, all lean muscle, barely any fat and despite the paleness of his skin there’s no scars except for the jagged pink line down his spine.]

If I was trying to kill you, you wouldn’t have the choice not to take that coward’s move.

[Heine raises his arms, curling his hands into fists, and closes the distance between them again. This time, he swings his body out in a kick.]