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Characters: Reno, open
Setting: Floo- you know what, the Meadow Floor. The one with all the meadow-y things.
Format: Prose or action
Summary: Reno is on the meadow floor, practicing his moves.
Warnings: I'm going to say, yes.

Today, Reno did not have to go out on the rope and wash those stupid windows, so instead of sitting in the library he decided to head up here. It seemed to be a comfortable spot, plenty of room to move around in. On top of that, he was wearing his uniform. It had been a while since he had worn it. In fact, it had been far too long. Definitely not since he had been in the Tower. Why now he chose to wear it was something to ask a therapist. He figured he had probably been here way too long. As it was, all he knew for certain was that he needed to wear it, to show something of what he was to the Tower and be damned the consequences. The longer he was here, the more he thought that these people honestly had no idea of what Shinra was anyway, so why bother anymore? Besides, his uniform was created with the utmost of comfort and sweat control while fighting in mind. He always gave props to the little known textiles division for developing the material.

Now if only they could invent a tie that wouldn't choke a person when it was tightened.

It was definitely a good day to start up a routine. He was starting to feel sluggish lately, not quite as quick on reflexes, and that had him worried a bit. The incident with that bird statue still bothered him from time to time, even if the wounds were no longer reminding him of it. Of course, there were no dummies or punching bags on the meadow, and he didn't feel much like trying to hunt down monsters, so he did the best he could with practicing combo moves. He started off simple, punching, then punch-kick-punch, and at the end let off a full combo that would have a group of invisible attackers on the ground, writhing in agony.

Satisfied, he turned around, tapping his EMR on his shoulder and prepared for his next set of moves. Maybe this time he would throw in a few bolts in for good measure.

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Early? He hadn't slept that night, feeling particularly studious. So morning had already come... "Waking early ensures there's more time during the day," he said simply, managing a pleasant smile for Reno. He hadn't flinched back or withdrawn when the young man had finished his training form, simply appraising it as though he was appraising a coin or jewel.

"It's fascinating to see so many different styles of battle."

That had Reno shrugging while wiping strands of hair out of his face. "There's as many styles as there is people, so they say. What do you fight with?" It was a blunt question, since he didn't think for a minute the first time they met that Xehanort would be helpless.

A slight chuckle at the presumption, but then he indulges Reno's question by summoning his keyblade.

"This, my boy. Would you care to try me?"

Reno's seen those before. With the same weird summoning trick. Wasn't it... oh yeah, Ventus. Ventus had a weapon like that.

Honestly, Reno was intrigued by the idea. It was a weapon completely alien to him, and the fighting style probably would be, as well. What better way to practice?

It looks like a nasty bit of equipment, though.

"Sure." He said after a moment. "Why not?"

"As you wish." Xehanort slipped into his fighting stance, his wielding arm held high with the blade parallel to the ground, the other below as if forming a circle, as if gesturing for the other to come closer. His grip on his blade seemed tenuous, as though at any moment he would simply drop it, but his eyes were alert, prepared.

Waiting to see what move Reno would make, to see just how much he should show of his abilities...

There was a moment of silence as Reno sized his opponent up. He wasn't fool enough to believe the outward appearance, instead focusing on his eyes. Eyes told everything. Where they were looking, what they were thinking, and where they were going. If there was one sure thing, Reno's instincts were telling him Xehanort was no slouch, and possibly even a master with that- didn't Ventus call it a keyblade? Yes.

Grinning, he slipped into his own battle stance, EMR tapping his shoulder. It didn't even look like a battle stance, and it certainly wasn't the one he was using while sparring.

Well, it looked like Xehanort wasn't going to make the first move. That was fine by him. He started to circle, trying to get a feel before trying anything.

There. Reno feinted at him, only aiming to give Xehanort a light tap.

He had little desire to destroy Reno entirely, which was more than likely if he used any of his spells or moves. It would take a different sort of planning to ensure the young man's safety, a very deliberate and measured pulling of punches.

There was a first time for everything, really.

When Reno approached him, he simply concentrated, disappearing from sight as he teleported behind the young man, reaching out with his blade in what would be a light tap of his own.

All was going good, Reno looked like he had him until- wait, what?! Where'd he go?! The force of his move set him off balance when he found he suddenly had no target, Xehanort appearing behind him instead of staying where he should have been.

That tap sent him even more off balance, and the turk fell forward. His training kicked in, and he tucked to make the fall into a forward tumble, landing in a crouch.

"Whoa." He mumbled, standing up and turning to face the older man, but not relaxing just yet. Oh no, this might be fun. "That's pretty impressive."

He smiled, his shoulders rolling in a shrug as he raised his arms in gesture for the moment. "A simple manoever, little more." He lowered the arm holding his blade, letting it dangle by his side. "Show me how impressive you can be."

This guy was not going to be easy, not by a long shot. Reno himself had doubts that he would be anything even remotely impressive to Xehanort, and he had the distinct feeling Xehanort wasn't even trying.

"I'll give it a shot."

He lowered the EMR to his side, out of his usual stance. The materia inside of it glowed and the metal rod started crackling with energy, charging up for his next attack. Without a word, he made a dash at the older man, lifting his rod and aimed the Pyramid attack as soon as he felt close enough to attack without miss.

He watched the EMR power up, curious about what abilities it could possess. He knew better than to assume it was nothing, as he was more than aware of the powers of the simple and unassuming. It was a matter to take seriously, even if he did not feel a threat from this encounter.

He could feel the power of a foreign sort of magic begin to grip him, and that familiar stiffening of his joints that implied some sort of stop- or stasis-magic. Before it could get any worse he quickly released his hold on the darkness beneath his skin, allowing it to flare up in an attempt to break the hold of the spell before it could finish settling around him.

Pyramind was strong, but not that strong before it could do its job and solidify, so while Reno was still sort of surprised that he was able to break it, it was consistent with his assessment of the man.

Even as the remnants of the pyramid spell scattered and melted into bits of energy, Reno charged in for another tag attempt.

While it would be far too easy to teleport out of the way again, Xehanort was interested in the EMR. The best way to learn about it was to let it do its job properly, after all... and so he simply watched Reno's movements carefully for the proper timing in order to counter his potential strike.

Reaching out with the EMR, he gave it just enough juice for a small zap, enough so that Xehanort could feel it but not hurt. He came in close, running at his fastest speed. Just when he thought he had touched the man with that strike, he let the little charge go.

With Reno's movement, he attempts to bring his blade up to block. Alas, perhaps his age is catching up to him after all, as Reno's attack does connect. The current jolts through him, making his toes curl just slightly, but it's a weak current and does little else.

Of course now that Reno's in close range, it's all too easy to strike him. He moves in, angling his grip to strike with the guard, aiming at the younger man's abdomen in an attempt to wind him.

Edited 2012-06-01 12:32 (UTC)

Unfortunately for the turk, Reno does not take direct blows too well- and well, it hits, and winds him. But it isn't anything he hadn't dealt with before, so he staggers back a bit only to turn it into a back flip away from Xehanort.

Balance restored, he's panting a bit, but now he's changing tactics. Instead of rushing again, he stands at the ready, just watching and studying the man.

With the Turk at a distance, Xehanort dips into his other attack reserve, throwing a fairly strong Thunder at Reno, seeing how he reacts to the swath of electricity.

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