"Sparring" [CLOSED]

A tall, slender figure stood in the clearing of a forest with a long blade in hand. Suddenly Cenek swung the Zweïhander in 360 degrees, cutting training dummies that surrounded him all in half. Shame that the dummies were just that, and not actual people. Actual people were far more fun to slash in two, and they put up much more of a fight as well. Cenek simply continued to lash out at various other training dummies that were in the clearing, systematically destroying them with his blade with fluid movements and swings. Eventually he had cleaved through every last one of them, pausing momentarily.

It seemed that it was absolutely impossible to find peace and quiet anywhere, even if it was supposed to be in the middle of nowhere. This dense, thick overgrown mess of trees that nobody wanted to chart just because of how gigantic of a labyrinth it was, akin to that of King Minos', built by the legendary Daedalus and where the Minotaur rested in the middle. Nobody should've been able to navigate it properly without spending hours on end leaving trails behind or marks or anything to keep track of where they were. That was the sole reason why she had made sure to stab a few holes in tree trunks to make it easier for herself.

The coin swam smoothly between her fingers, alternating from knuckle to knuckle before reaching her pinky and falling down to the soft, vulnerable flesh that made up a person's palm. A cycle that continued endlessly within the rinse and repeat as more and more of the metallic flat circle heads were added until a grand total of four was artfully switching around and around. A turquoise verdant gaze watched the man beneath, unimpressed by the display he provided as the cloths binding the dummies together were ripped apart and the sand contained in them spilled faster than any hourglass could accomplish, seeping like golden yellow waterfalls.

Riley rolled her eyes as each and every single was decimated and broken apart as if they had the frailty of glass, slipping the ancient coins into her breast pockets. Within another compartment of her coat, a pistol appeared, spinning in her hands. She pulled her goggles down from where they rested on her head, adjusting them carefully before a bullet smashed from the hole containing it, rupturing into an unrestrained myriad of colors, a web striking dangerously close to the other person's feet, narrowly scathing his skin with a thin scarlet line.

Everyone compared her gift to fireworks.

She liked to think of it more as an ornate nuke. "Entertain me." He looked too bored with those silly dolls that he was practicing with. Leaping down from the tree, landing with ease on both of her feet, Riley held one arm out, palm facing upward as her index finger beckoned him to come closer, dared him to make a move. Taking a break from work could come later. If she won this spar - something she had little doubts that she wouldn't be able to obtain victory -, there was a valuable reward she could take. There was enough arsenal on her person to ensure it was his defeat and not hers.

Cenek's head snapped to look over in Riley's direction as the bullet scathed his body. Finally he had something that could put up a fight. Swinging his sword around so that it was once again in front of himself, Cenek began to simply walk in Riley's direction, holding his Zweïhander defensively. He sure as hell wasn't about to rush straight at her until he knew just how far she'd go to try and stop him. Not to mention it'd probably be best not to push the poor girl too hard, even if he would have wanted to make her fight for her life. Although, if she somehow managed to do that to him, then there wouldn't be an issue, would there?

Oh, he was being so silent. How absolutely terrifying - she could feel her breath stolen away from her, the very essence that, perhaps, challenging the lone man in the middle of the woods where there would be little chance to cry for help if things could go wrong was a bad idea in its own right, and that maybe she should've thought everything through, and now that he was actually walking towards her with a crazed, lunatic look on his face with the crimson glower of a thousand suns, she should get on her knees and beg for his forgiveness and for mercy upon her poor corrupt soul... not. As if she would stoop to the level of a lowly mutt who didn't know his place in the world in the slightest bit of whatsoever. Why Cenek was part of the same terrorist organization that she was in, she didn't know.

All he had going for him was turning into a pansy panther, being just as insane as the rest of the others, and maybe a few neat tricks with swinging his sword around and around like a helicopter over their heads with the color of black and red staining wherever they walked. Riley readjusted her goggles, a turquoise green tint screening over everything within her line of sight. Before her opponent had gotten too close in his snail-paced walk, she immediately started off in a sprint, widening the distance between the two of them.

Smoke emerged from her guns, bullets sparking in random and eccentric directions like lightning at undesignated speeds, some making a straight bee-line towards her affiliate, others whizzing right past him before u-turning, and others in even more crazed assortments. She didn't need a pattern to win this. All she had to do was prevent him from ever coming close.

Her next set of ammo was already locked in and ready to be fired once again.

Hmph. So this would be a bit entertaining after all. Rather than pursue Riley, Cenek stayed where he was, and immediately started swinging his blade around, making wide, broad swings to fend off as many bullets as possible in as few swings as possible. Being so used to doing 360 degree swings with his blade certainly has advantages, even when he was cutting bullets out of the air as opposed to cutting down foe upon foe. Obviously, he wouldn't be able to keep this up forever. Eventually he'd succumb to fatigue. But of course, he didn't need to last forever. He just needed to last until Riley ran out of things to send his way.