Enver: After River had left him at the gauntlet, Enver pulled out his cigar case, and pulled out a pre-cut cigar, then fished around for his lighter. His movements were slow, in fact if anyone looked hard enough, they could see the look of discomfort riddled on his face with each move he made. Still, Enver needed time to think, process what River had told him earlier tonight and the reason as to why he was here. Smoking a cigar would give him the time to think on these things. Finally, when it was lit, he propped his back on the building's wall and waited.This RP is set in The Gauntlet on Sunday 3rd November 2013.
Keara: Keara was waiting inside the building. Well, waiting wasn't exactly the right word, she was sparring. The night had already been pretty traumatic what with Sara being so badly beaten and then she had quite literally attacked the messenger. Realising that 1am had come and gone, she went outside to see if perhaps they were waiting for her out front of the building. As she looked around, she quickly noticed Enver was alone. "For someone you are waiting?" she asked, standing off to his left.
Enver: He had smelled her (that seemed odd to think or acknowledge, didn't it?) before he had laid eyes on her. Once he did, the male cleared his throat and looked past her. The night had been an odd one, from helping almost kill one of Keara's kiddos, to the Asian guy who planted a bomb or something in an elevator, to his conversation with River, to this, the male was in an odd mood. He inhaled on his cigar to get more time and to try and clear his thoughts of the previous stuff to just focus on Keara. "So it seems." He spoke after he exhaled out the smoke from his lungs. "Have to admit, I'm a little confused and entertained with your reach on things." He chuckled.
Keara: "My reach?" Her tone gave away the fact that once again he was using a word in a manner that was unfamiliar to her. "River told you not that I here would be? Explained she any of what talked about we did?" She wasn't sure where River was or why she hadn't stuck around but then it wasn't River she'd paid to spend time with.
Enver: "Yeah, you know, what you can do." He chuckled again, then shook his head. "River's a shadow. So she only says what she has to sometimes. She didn't tell me much of what you two talked about." He looked at her again. "You more or less confirmed my suspicions though. The both of us here? Or maybe it is just a coincidence?" He took another inhale of his cigar, then exhaled it quickly, before he stepped forward and looked at her hand. "No hand tonight?" He looked back up at her.
Keara: She gave him her quirky smile and hid her hands behind her back. "Save that custom we shall till evening over is. Think I do that perhaps more needed then it shall be. If evening as planned does go that is. Say perhaps I should that I you from her have purchased. The remainder of your service in my hands shall be spent. So..." she turned around and started to walk back in, having not yet noticed the discomfort he was in. "Inside perhaps you should follow."
Enver: He cleared his throat uncomfortably when she more or less denied the hand kiss, the male a little bothered by it, truth be told. He didn't comment on it though. He instead just nodded, then followed her inside. He wasn't sure how he'd help her in here, being he was supposed to help her for the remainder of his "slaveship," but things with Keara were never black and white. Before he went in after her, he extinguished his cigar against the wall, pocketed and then entered the place he hadn't entered in months.
Keara: As they entered she showed her pass and went right back to the area she'd claimed as her own a few hours back. She was fully warmed up and so turned to face him, as she crossed one arm over her chest and pulled it in at the elbow to straighten it with her other hand, before doing the same of the other arm. "Think perhaps warm up you should. Attacking cold no good for you is."
Enver: Enver followed suit and showed off his own pass to the guy behind the counter, before he followed after her some more. When they stopped he looked around, then back at her and laughed a little. "Attacking? Who are we attacking?" He looked around, expecting to see more people, but there was only one other person who seemed to be waiting for something that had nothing to do with them. "I'm a little confused." He acknowledged.
Keara: "Injured so often you are that this night for you is. Training. Attack me you shall. Defend I will. Then we our roles will switch." She gave him a decisive nod to show that she was serious and waited for him to ready himself.
Enver: He stared at her. "You're kidding, right? I'm not attacking you." He laughed as he shook his head. "I'm only injured because I think in grey shades." He shrugged. "No reason to kick your *** to prove a point." He rubbed at his chin. "You really paid to fight me? Just seems like you're going to get ripped off and waste your money." He shrugged, then pulled off the coat of his suit, slowly, his teeth gritting together as the wound in his chest became irritated by his movements.
Keara: As he stopped talking, she opened her mouth to protest but then stopped herself noticing his odd behaviour. "Another wound," she came closer to him, a look of concern on her face. Without waiting for him to respond she reached out and tugged at his t-shirt, as she could tell from the movement that had caused him pain that he had a torso wound. Pulling the t-shirt up, she dipped back a little to better observe it. "This the reason you need training is. What did you now?"
Enver: He hadn't expected that. Enver snorted as his shirt went up, then shrugged. "I didn't do anything. Some Asian guy got bomb happy or whatever. Shrapnel from something or another. Wrong place, right time." He chuckled, then moved a hand to his shirt to tug it down. "Barely feel it now." He gave her a wide grin. "Alright. I'm your slave, so to speak. So your wish is my command. Or something like it." He tried to mirror her movements earlier, by stretching out his arms in the same manner she did.
Keara: "Yes. My slave perhaps you are. Though understand my role in this I do not. As said before I did. This night for you is. Even if bruised and battered you already are. Matters not to me," she wasn’t lying but neither was she telling the truth in that last statement. The state he was in did matter to her but if he was going to survive being attacked all the time he had to learn to work through the pain. “Attack me you shall. When ready you are. Warn you I shall that easy on you I will not go.”
Enver: "Your role is you more or less bought me. So, you get to tell me what we're doing. More or less. I can't really deny it, unless you want me to go around slaughtering a bunch of humans or something. Some things I just won't do." He chuckled, then rolled his neck around, to loosen up the muscles in his neck. "Alright." Enver shrugged his shoulders, shoving aside the idea that she'd be easy on him over a wound that he barely felt, unless he moved too quick or something. "This is a little strange." He confessed as the guy pulled out his small handgun, lifted it and pointed at her. "I mean, it's you." He put the gun down at his side with another shrug.
Keara: Keara readied herself for his attack but it never came. "Would you better feel if other weapons we used? Or no weapons? Hand to hand acceptable to me would be. Or rubber bullets in your gun you could use. Wooden swords?" She hadn't really thought this part through, but either way she was happy to go with whatever he chose, despite the fact that she was supposed to be in charge.
Enver: He cleared his throat and thought on it a little. "Yeah, I'd rather not fill you full of bullets. I'm fine with hand to hand, if that's alright. Things tend to heal quicker that route." He took a few steps backwards, his eyes still on her, before he knelt down and put his gun on top the coat he tossed aside a few minutes before. Once the gun was gone, his posture became a little more relaxed, as he stayed focus on her. "So no lady's first, huh?" He grinned then came at her with fast fists, trying to land one or a few hits on her upper chest.
Keara: She wasn’t sure how fast he was exactly, while yes, she had appraised him a few days earlier, she didn’t tend to retain that sort of information. All she readily took away from it was that he wasn’t as strong as he perhaps appeared, and so she’d have to perhaps hold back a little, despite everything she’d said. As she dodged the first few blows, she wasn’t fast enough to escape the last, which caught her on the shoulder. Her reaction being to then simply move off to the side so that he would have to adjust his angle of attack. “Good but better you can do I am sure.”
Enver: "So, you're just going to let me beat you up?" He watched her as she moved away from him, only to put herself at a new location so he would have a go at her again. "I'm failing to see the point, outside of me giving you a fair few bruises." Again, another shrug before the male sighed, then came at her again, only this time, he lifted a leg to try and connect it with her stomach, not wanting to actually land a punch on her, but wanting it to be a distraction of sorts, more or less.
Keara: She gave him one of her quirky smiles and as he came at her, blocked his knee with her hands as she leaned back to avoid any punches he might try and land, then using a little of strength, she smacked him in the middle of his chest with an open palm to push him back and away from her. “Beat me perhaps you may. See we shall,” she moved into a very relaxed posture that didn’t seem to suggest she was ready as she waited to see if he’d attack again.
Enver: Her avoiding his leg wasn't something he was surprised to see happen, but when a hand hit his chest, Enver's eyes narrowed as he coughed. She managed to hit him right where the shrapnel hit him earlier that evening and it stung. "Damn it." He scowled as the male rubbed at his chest, narrowed eyes still on her. While she was standing around like a coy cat, Enver came at her again, only this time, he'd use some of the elements around them. His foot hit the wall closest to her to help him give a little more "oomph" as a fist came down at her from above, attempting to his her smack dab on the side of her face.
Keara: She saw his attack coming and while he was in mid-air she used the fact that he would be unable to change trajectory to her advantage. As his hand aimed for her face, she grabbed for his t-shirt, fell onto her back, catching his pelvis with her feet and kicked him away as she rolled with the momentum of her fall. Her movements were so graceful and cat like that she actually ended up on her feet with her back to him and had to look over her shoulder to see how he landed.
Enver: She was unmistakably faster than him, even when it seemed she wasn't even trying to fight. The male growled when he felt her grab his shirt, and when her feet connected with his bone, he tried to grab at something on her, so he could bring her with him, but failed. He went tumbling behind her, a fair distance, which hand him landing on his back near a wall. Now he was getting annoyed. He could get the fact that a woman could kick his ***, because truth was a few of them did, but for a woman to not even be trying to kick his ***? Her back was to him, but he had learned by now. She knew exactly what she was doing and he wasn't going to fall for that trick again. He charged at her in a blur of celerity, two hands reaching out for her shoulders as a leg swept across the length of the floor in an attempt to trip her.
Keara: She saw the blur of movement but this time she had no time to react. He seemed to want to take er down and that was exactly what happened.
Enver: He felt triumphant, truth be told when she went down, but now that she was down, what was he to do? The only thing that seemed natural. Once she was down, Enver was on her, in a manner as if to keep her pinned to the ground, cheeky grin and all in tow.
Keara: This situation felt familiar as earlier that night the roles had been reversed. Looking up at him from the flat of her back, she allowed herself a moment to take in the position of his body and the strain in his muscles. If he was going to use his powers then so was she and so she attempted to use mind block to stop him from cheating for the remainder of the session. Then without so much as a word, she forced her shoulders up off the floor, wriggled free of his grip, grabbed his right shoulder and shoved him hard to the left, so that she could get to her feet.
Enver: He felt different, even though she didn't do much of anything. Enver felt, human. Which seemed odd thinking, as most vampires grouped him in something more human than vampire, and that's when he realized that she had done that thing that some Tytonidae members did to him a good handful of times. She moved him, but not enough, as his leg closest to her moved to her stomach to keep her pinned in that spot. If she was down for the second time, then he won, right?
Keara: He kept her pinned but she wasn't going to allow that for much longer. Since his weight was on her stomach, she was able to use her legs, or more accurately his knees to knock him off balance. As she brought them up to his back with force, she reached out with her hands to grab his shoulders so that she wouldn't end up with a face full of Enver and then rolled them both so that she now sat over him. She kept her hands on his shoulders and wriggled back a litle so that she sat over his pelvis, her feet moving over his knees to stop him from doing to her what she did to him and then she applied pressure against his sides with her own knees. "This no longer fighting is. Wrestling more appropriate name would be. Here to wrestle we are not."
Enver: He chuckled, then shrugged half-heartedly. "It's not been a bad turn out so far." He put his weight to the right to topple her off him, as a hand shot out to her side to ensure she was off him. Once she was, the male stood up and brushed the dirt off his jeans as he waited. "Get up." He cleared his throat, his gaze on her.
Keara: "Hand to hand. No tricks," she said getting up off the floor. Until now she hadn't tied her hair back but now it seemed appropriate to pull the hair from her face and secure it with a band as the mass of red dreads were slightly distracting to her. "Ready yourself. Attack you I shall this time," she gave a nod and waited for him to choose a stance from which to defend.
