towerofanimus | Sparring Amongst Friends

Characters: Haldir of Lothlórien & Majima Goro
Setting: A wrecked abandoned room somewhere on the upper levels of the tower.
Time: Evening
Format: Prose
Summary: In hopes of easing the rage that quells within him, the march warden does battle with an unlikely friend.
Warnings: PG-13

A fury of punches nearly welcomed themselves upside Haldir's skull hadn't the elf nimbly dodged the incoming strike. The march warden couldn't believe how speedy Majima was, almost wondering if the mortal was cheating somehow. Nevertheless, Haldir met with Majima's fierce strikes with punches of his own. He danced around the man quickly, doing his best to keep his distance from the slightly taller fellow. If he couldn't match Majima's speed, then he'll simply have to out think him. For the most part, the two of them were quite even in both skill and strength. The only difference was their speed with Majima being the faster of the two. While Haldir is hardly slow, the elf's true skill didn't lie with unarmed combat. Give him a bow and arrow; and Majima wouldn't live to blink. However, this mild handicap was much enjoyed by Haldir judging by the smug smirk that danced upon his lips.

The elf had to pivot himself upon his right foot when Majima lunged at him again, taking great glee into seeing the yakuza's frustrated glower. Despite him being the faster of the two, Majima certainly seemed to be having trouble catching the elf. "Come now." Haldir teased with a wide smirk. "You cannot be thinking of giving up so soon." Knowing that his teasing may spark Majima's fighting spirit, Haldir couldn't help but wonder why the gangster insisted in fighting him bare chested. The elf refused to take off his tunic but Majima seemed to prefer fighting with no shirt.

Is this some sort of odd tradition amongst mortal men? Haldir does not know.

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"I ain't the one that needs sense knocked into me." The collar may be around his neck, but he had already forgotten its weight. There was no weight there if a person didn't let it be. Sure, they could drag him off to their fucking, stupid tests, but he was still free in all the ways that mattered. These people here was just deluding themselves in thinking otherwise. And sure, his head hurt like a bitch, but it wasn't anything that he hadn't felt before. His brother used to throw him literally into walls; so this wasn't going to kill or keep him down for too long.

Another smile at the closeness as he wondered what the Elf was going to do. His eyes did widen as his nose was bitten. The hot blood running down his face. Majima felt that he had smelled it more than he had actually felt the blood. But then, he remembered Kiryu slamming that fist of his into his face and breaking his nose once before during their fights. It's all the same. Going after this beautiful mug of mine. "That's more like it."

Even as the pain struck across his vision, he twisted about the hair to try to yank down and to the side -- trying to literally pull Haldir off him at an awkward angle that he was lying on the floor.

While Haldir did savagely bite down hard on the bridge of Majima's nose, the elf hadn't expected to taste blood. Honestly shocked that he drew blood so easily, the march warden nearly withdrew from Majima completely in horror. "I-I apologize!" he yelped quickly before the other snatched him by the hair once more. A hiss of pain emitted from the elf since Majima had him at this painfully odd angle. He grumbled and hissed at the yakuza to let him go almost wondering if he should've stuck to the idea of swordplay rather than this. While there's something oddly gratifying about slamming his fists into Majma's face, he really didn't expect this brawl to take a bloody turn so soon. Quite embarrassed and horrified by the metallic nectar he tasted on his lips, Haldir struggled lightly against Majima's firm grip.

"Please try not to tear my hair out!" The elf whined loudly, clearly free from his earlier blood-lust. "Let me go! Enough!" While he certainly desires freedom, Haldir didn't dare move but too much. Majima had him by his glorious blond mane after all. It would be a grave tragedy if something were to happen to it.

"Aw, Haldir." He released his hold on the elf's locks as he stared up at him. His smile had the same madness of before, but it was slowly fading. Seemed like the blood had ruined the fun a bit, which was odd since it actually got him a lot more into the fight. His shoulders gave a little bit of a shrug -- different strokes for different folks. Scratching the side of his head, he could feel the sweat beneath his fingers and didn't mind it.

Save for the blood that was running down his face, he seemed perfectly content. "Ya okay there?" He lifted his hand to rub under his nose, smearing some of the red into his moustache. "'Cause I could just as easily punch ya square in the face if ya like." A harsh bark of laughter, before he turned his head to spit once more -- some crimson in it from his nose.

A sigh of relief escaped Haldir once Majima finally let go of him. He gave the bastard a foul look before reaching within his pockets for something to wipe the blood off Majima's face. Feeling both ridiculous and ashamed for his actions earlier, the Elf gently tends to the wound he caused. "I'm fine." Haldir grumbled as he used a piece of cloth to ease the blood off Majima's face.

"Why are you feigning such concern for me when you are the one who's injured?" he asked with a deep sigh. "You should punish me for injuring you like this. Believe when I state I didn't mean for any of this to transpire."

"Good ta hear." The words were somewhat muffled as the cloth cleaned his face. He made a bit of a face about it, before swatting it away. Then immediately sniffling loudly to draw some of the blood back up his nose and down his throat. His tongue came out to make a disgusted face before he shrugged his shoulders and accepted it.

"Haw? Feignin' concern? This shit is nothing." Majima started to laugh as his shoulders shook hard. "It's more like a love tap." His laughter immediately increased as he was told that he should have to punish Haldir for what he did. That nobility in him was really admirable, but also somewhat hilarious. It seemed like it was time to explain the importance of his tattoo, and why he would even show it.

"Anyway, it's fine, because I decided that I respect ya." He gestured to his back. "This tattoo of mine was given to me when I became a real full-fledged member of the Tojo Clan, my family. It's a sign of respect and honor to be willin' to show it completely to someone. 'Cause it means that you're worthy to fight, get it?"

As more blood trickled down Majima's face, the more Haldir felt guilty. The guilt he feels is a heavy one, enough to make him feel somewhat ill. He has of course seen blood before, but it disturbs him how eager he was to draw the blood of a friend. Feeling quite foolish for his actions, the march warden hangs his head as he continues to speak. "Worthy to fight?" The Elf arched his brow at that. "Is that why you so willing display such marks and forsake all defense?" A light chuckle escaped him.

"Foolish, but oddly...admirable."

Still eying Majima with great worry, Haldir's gaze somewhat softens as he rises to his feet again. "Very well. Shall we spar again?" He reaches down to offer the yakuza his hand. "I promise not to bite this time."

"That's right." He nodded once, glad that Haldir got what it was that he was trying to say. "It's a few people who I enjoyed fightin' back home. Only two that really were able to beat me proper." A bright smile as he thought of his brother and Kazzy. He squeezed his own nose once before pushing himself up to stand.

"Seeing this blood reminded me of all those good times." He stretched his arms above his head, sighing happily. "I'm fine with another go. My blood's still boilin' and now that ya got yer spirit back, I think that we'll have a lot more fun!"

A faint chuckle escaped Haldir as he stepped away from Majima. Honestly hoping he wouldn't regret agreeing to another duel so soon, the Elf gives Majima a quick worried glance before finally getting into stance again. Hand-to-hand combat was never truly his specialty but for the sake of amusement of anything else, he'll indulge Majima a little bit with this. Once this spar is done, Haldir planned on resting for the next few days. He'll probably most likely would need the rest since sparring with Majima proves to be more taxing than what it seems.

"Then show me your worst!" he demanded with a slight grin. "Show me the valor of your kinsmen, Majima. Do not stop until we are both battered with bruises."

"That's more like it!" Majima called back, voice high-pitched and amused. Still, he missed his blade in his hand despite his mirth. His fingers flexed a little at his side, feeling lonely, empty. In all his fights, he brought it with him-- vivid memories came back to him of slamming it deep into the shoulder of his opponents, deep enough that it almost scraped bone. He plugged one nostril to blow a bit of blood out on the floor. Smelling it, that made things harder. If everything faded to red, this wouldn't be a friendly match anymore. But he remembered the face that Haldir made when it started to fall into those usual steps. That kind of concern... I haven't seen it in awhile.

"Right." He smiled bright, excited, before he struck forward. So he wouldn't try to kill the Elf. So he wouldn't fight with his blade to scar. That didn't mean that he wouldn't show proper respect.

The once lieutenant sprinted forward but not directly toward Haldir. No, he was using the empty space around them to pick up his speed, to get it to its usual peak. I am sure ya can keep up! He came to a sudden stop as he drew close, slamming his right leg down at an angle before swinging his left around to try to catch the Elf in the side. His body was almost parallel with the floor, but the swinging kick was drawing him upward to try to follow up the initial attack with a wild punch.

Sparring Amongst Friends

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