towerofanimus | Sparring Amongst Friends

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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 even tired yet. Why'd I give up?" His arms opened wide to show that he was just fine with the whole situation. Skin turned a bit bruised already -- usually, he'd be far more into using his blade in these situations. But he could think of it the same as the Colosseum fights -- the stupid limitations that voyeur would put one people. But, really, it was good to be able to fight like this, too. He cracked his bleeding knuckles on both hands, feeling the blood settle on the inside of his palms from.

"Ya know why I fight like this?" It was a shame to not be able to be in front of someone who knew what this all meant. He gestured to his back where his tattoo was; not he really needed to give anymore attention that it was. "If you really wanna know, I'll be willing to tell ya after this fight." Majima still believed in keeping some secrets to himself, and rather have them literally beaten out of him. It was fun, and he found great amusement in it. But the main point of it was that he respected Haldir enough to be willing to show off his tattoo.

"Still, it's good to see ya smilin' and showin' some of that pride." He smiled bright yet there was a ting of insanity in it rather than the usual cheer. "Seems like yer wakin' up from yer sorrows." Majima immediately started to laugh loudly. He bent backwards as he continued with his laughter. It was now just a ploy to see if he could get Haldir to take the bait and draw closer to him. If the elf was able to pick up speed, then, he had to make it so that he was an easy enough target to want to come after.

His skin felt warm and the spark of battle bred something feral in him. Shame that it wasn't one where they could use weapons, but if shit fell apart like it did with that fuckin' whale, best to have a few bruises rather than be bleeding messes. For now, all he would do was laugh. Letting it echo off the walls. It was a good sound to him. Reminded him of what he needed to be reminded of. That, too, he might be willing to share afterward.

Haldir knew wiser than to let his guard down around Majima. With that near feral gleam within his eyes, the elf knew he had to keep some distance between them. Despite thinking of this man as a brazen fool, the march warden couldn't help but admit that Majima is dangerous. He's far more passionate about fighting the elf, something that Haldir would never admit with words. If he gets too close to him, Haldir knew that Majima would surely try to "end" him with a few well placed strikes. Determined not to fall in this mock duel, Haldir kept himself a feet or so away from Majima as they spoke.

"I care not to know the lore of your markings, at least not now." he replied with such a confident gaze. "I'll learn more about you soon enough. However as for now, I'm merely content with the thought of making you regret dueling with an elf." Suddenly deciding to close in the distance with a well aimed kick, Haldir nearly laughed once his leg nearly struck Majima's side. Surely the other learned to expect his kicks by now considering they've been sparring for about an hour or so. Neither one was showing signs of fatigue and so far neither were winning.

He snickered as the kick actually did strike his side. A burn settled around the injury but it was worth it -- he shifted his weight in a turn to grab onto the leg in order to swing the elf down on the ground. It was a pity, but he wasn't really much of a grappler. Not like Saejima, anyway, but he could at least do something, right? "It's a real shame not to be able to cut into you." His laughter started up, even as there was pain laced in with it.

An elven curse made its way from Haldir's lips once Majima yanked him off his feet. He hadn't expected for the mortal to catch his kick, especially since the march warden doubted Majima's grappling techniques. However there he was face down on the floor with the buffoon tugging at him with little remorse. A growl escaped the elf's lips as he used his free foot to kick at Majima's abdomen.

"Unhand me!" Haldir complained as he continued to mercilessly kick at him. "You shouldn't be so quick to detain your opponent. You never know what they may do to break free." Growing quite discontent with being pressed against the cold hard floor, Haldir suddenly swept his free leg against Majima's legs in hopes of sending the taller man tumbling down to the floor. If he could knock the fool off his feet, then Haldir could surely pin him down against the floor. However, the elf knew he wouldn't be able to keep Majima pinned under him for long.

He started to laugh a little more as he was being kicked. The air being shoved out his lungs each time before he finally let it just be gasping breathes between a wide, almost deranged smile. Majima may not have known the word that Haldir had used, but he thought it something akin to a curse word. He could only tell that by the sound of it over all else, which made him quite happy. That sort of release was good for someone who seemed to be bottling all that anger inside. "Come on then, let it out a bit more!"

That's right. We're all detained here. But we aren't chained dogs. It seemed like there was a lesson in all of this even as he felt his legs give out from under him due to the kick. He would lie there for a few seconds before he began swinging his own legs around, twisting his body about the floor, as he would use that momentum to help lift him up off the ground. But that would be a few seconds still to try to pull his elaborate move. At the moment, he could feel those bruised ribs and aches as easily as where he now rested.

He spit up laughter that was distorted, but still carrying the same amount of mirth. "Quite fancy there, elfling."

A near laugh almost escaped Haldir's lips once he flung another kick at Majima. For some odd reason, it honestly did feel good to let some of his aggression out. Of course it's rather unsightly for an elf like him to behavior so violently but he's just loving this. For the first time in a long while, Haldir honestly doesn't feel the need to put up airs around anyone. If angered, he'll curse and get the revenge he seeks in the form of such fiendish play. As much as he adored being referred to as "sweet" and "loving" by Alucard, a part of Haldir's very soul screamed out to be anything other than sweet and loving now. He wanted to sink his knuckles into Majima's face and hopefully bruise his fists until they are red and bloody.

Scrambling quickly in hopes of stopping Majima from raising, Haldir literally leap forth and tackled him. He knocked the man down to the floor once more, his eyes glittering dangerously with battle born insanity. "Elfling?" he nearly fumed at that. "I'm over four thousand years old!" Haldir exclaimed as he tried his best to pin Majima on to the floor using his weight.

"How dare you call me that!"

The back of his head roughly hit the ground once more. A sudden pain that burned his good eye, but he continued to smile about it. Not able to get up just yet and he was surprised to be pinned. His shoulders shook just a little -- it was a real shame that he couldn't get his blade out. This sort of thing wouldn't be a problem with it in his hands, but at the same time, he wouldn't be worth his salt as a lieutenant if he couldn't get up on his own.

"Don't look a day over thirty. How lucky for you." His voice wheezed both to the body on top and his own injuries from the fight. He turned his head to spit on the floor to clear his mouth. Only spit on enemies and assholes who weren't worth it. Such tactics weren't worth anything a tumble like this. "Yea. I dare to call ya it. What are ya gonna do about it, Haldir?" There were some that thought him a masochist due to how much he loved battle, but he really felt that a person could understand another in a fight. Know how they fight and get an idea of how they think, too.

"This is a different side of ya. Glad to see ya have it in you." He freed a hand to reach out to wrap around some of Haldir's hair to pull him in close. "So, what else ya got?" He didn't care if it hurt, but wanted to see more of what was shining in those eyes. Something interesting, at least. A real desire for battle. Not the shit fighting that they did with monsters. That's more of a slaughter, more survival. It ain't like it was in the Colosseum where real fights were had and enjoyed. "Testin' yer mantle and all that shit right here and now. Got an answer for me?"

Once the elf had him successfully pinned under him, a terrible cackle of a laugh escaped Haldir's lips as he gazed down at Majima. "Did I manage to finally knock some sense into you, hm?" he asked with a smug smirk plastered across his lips. Of course he should be worried that he may have severely injured Majima but instead he wasn't. Something told him that this foolish man was made out of tougher stock. While the yakuza lieutenant might end up suffering from a concussion later after this spar, Haldir just knew that Majima would be just fine. It must be his larger than life persona that gives off this notion of fake invincibility that Haldir has grown to admire.

"Different--ARUGH!?" he questioned a little too late once Majima's snaked his fingers into his hair. Yanked forward towards his pinned opponent, Haldir had to fight the urge to hiss at him for the rough treatment. "What else I have you ask?" Haldir replied with a faint chuckle as he crept dangerously close to Majima's face. All notion of personal space vanished once Haldir pinned him down. The elf seemed to be rather enjoying himself right now, more than content to given in to the wildness inside of him. Against all better judgment, Haldir allowed for this crook to push him beyond his usual limits.

"Let me show you." The march warden replied teasingly before he bit harshly at Majima's nose. How dare this fiend grab him by his hair like this! He'll soon learn to never disturb an elf's locks ever again.

"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.

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Sparring Amongst Friends

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