A Fight to Show Affection

17 November 2015

00:20 Serilde sees sweaterbirb and swoons

00:20 Argyle is a bit surprised but tries to floof up and look impressive

00:21 < -> Syrah is now known as ZeroItamae

00:22 Serilde catches herself and looks around, trying to make sure no had seen her falter momentarily. She coudlnt impress this griffon if he thought she had fallen for him already. She trots up to him and casuaully says hi.

00:24 Argyle blinks, plumage falling a bit, then straightens up and clears his throat. She was throwing out all kinds of mixed signals but he had to play it cool! Giving her a small smile and bow of the head he shoots back, "Hey."

00:25 < Aldric> ( the bat decisions are strong )

00:25 < Serilde> (Nah its just till chaotic is done

00:25 < Argyle> (Aldric noooo)

00:25 Serilde

00:26 < Aldric> ( I wasn't talking about me! [indignant floofing] )

00:27 < Argyle> (Oh. Sorry :x)

00:27 Serilde 's mind races as she tries to come up with her next move. Of course! All propper griffons love sparring, and what better way to show that she's worthy of his affection than to best him in a match. Casually she leans a talon on his shoulder and gives a small smile. "YOu look like you'd be fun to spar with. Wanna have a go?"

00:28 < Aldric> ( I was hoping she'd just punch him in the face )

00:28 < Serilde> (She's not quite that tactless!)

00:28 < Aldric> ( *huff. huff*. nailed it. )

00:31 Argyle hesitated, again wrongfooted by the developing circumstance. Sparring? He hadn't in ages! Still he couldn't exactly turn her down, could he? Not without looking unfit for his feathers. Giving a casual shrug he replied in as nonplussed a tone he could manage, "Yeah, sure, if you want to."

00:34 < Argyle> (Getting decked is a good sign of needing to leave, or so he's learned >.>)

00:35 Serilde clenches her beak as the the teircel replies so calmly, almost as if he didnt expect to be impressed. She'd show him. The formel gives a casual nod and takes a step back, falling into a practiced stance. It was quite evident that she was a regular practitioner. Selide nods and says, "Whenever you're ready."

00:43 < Serilde> (Boop argy~)

00:43 < Argyle> (Oh right :x)

00:46 Argyle follows suit, backing off a little bit and watching the formel carefully. She was clearly more practiced at this, her motions fluid and instinctive. His, by comparison, was far more rigid, appearing more ceremonial in nature than practical. This wasn't going to end well he just.. had to break even, evade as long as he could. That was the one thing he /could/ do, at least. Trying to look prepared he gave a curt nod back, "As you wish."

00:51 < -> Der_ is now known as Der

00:51 Serilde frowns as she watches his motions, seeing him move with the ceremonial style taught to most griffons. She tenses her muscles waiting for his affirmation. The instant it comes, she darts forward, giving a gaurded swipe with one of her claws to test his reflexes and see how he reacts. The game was simple, the first to draw blood was the winner.

00:29 Argyle was sure if he'd blinked, he would have missed her action and the match would already be over. Thankfully he wasn't /that/ rusty and managed to dodge back with a quick flap of wings to propell him, rolling to the left to force her to turn once some distance was put in. That was the biggest thing: keep walking the circle. The one part of his training that had actually stuck with the tiercel through all the years. He made sure to continually face this strange formel, sidestepping all the while to keep things moving, trying to maintain distance enough that one leap wouldn't provide adequate coverage. He'd been a scout, long ago, or was supposed to be anyways, but she was clearly more of a fighter and certainly more well versed in the art. Inwardly Argyle was nervous, but if there was one thing he could do, it was keep his expression in check; outwardly he appeared calm and steady.

00:39 Serilde gives a satisfied nod when he jumps backwards at the swipe and circles around, and unlike a first year fighter he didnt take the bait of a counter attack, or this might have been over quickly. She matches his circling, but steps forward as well, doing her best to steadily close the distance as well. She takes a little half hop forwards, enough to bring him within striking distance should she dart forward again. "I like a tiercel who can hold his own~" She purrs and then lets one of her claws drop from a guard position, inviting an attack.

00:55 Argyle matches her strides, everwhidening the circle as she tries to draw near. His heart was already hammering and the tiercel's eyes flicked all over Serilde, keeping track of not only those sharp talons but the rest of her posture in an attempt to watch for tells. His wings were held just off his sides, not extended, but ready should he need them, and the griffon blinked at what was obviously an opening; there was no way someone so clearly practiced would make that mistake. At the same time though... it'd reflect poorly if he didn't take some form of offensive action. Argyle steeled himself: he had to do /something/, but didn't want to get drawn into a mele. Flicking his wings again the tiercel darted forwards, one talon striking out even as he pivoted mid movement, his momentum carrying him through a feint to her right, rolling and coming up standing behind her, though in no position to follow up the "attack". He gritted his beak and went back to pacing, responding coolly, "And I a formel who can show you what for. That's a very fine form you have, I must say~" His comment wasn't meant just in regards to her fighting stance, but his tone certainly left it open to question.

01:05 Serilde brings her guard back up, holding a claw defensively as she feels his leg come to clash against it. Then with her other arm, she strikes out in a swift counter, but his manouvering leaves her swiping at air as he rolls right on past her. Shaking it off, she quickly turns to face Argyle and tenses to pounce as he recovers from his roll and then flalters. Her heart gives a little flutter from the compliment and a slight blush appears underneath her feathers, perhaps giving Argyle some inkling about what this was about. No matter, she recovers in an instant and pounces forward with a quick flap of her wings and snapping her beak at him.

01:11 Argyle barely has time to throw himself back again, wings flaring as he rises up onto his paws and hops away from the following formel. Cripes she was fast! Something was off though, he knew he shouldn't have gotten away from that having had to arrest his progress before. She'd let him get away? That's what it almost seemed like, and though the tiercel was definitely unnerved he followed up with, "I'll be not everyone is so fortunate to last this long with you; your skill is impeccable. Have to wonder if I've enough stamina for the task." Setting back to pacing, now panting a little, he'd now randomly change direction, trying to limit the predictability of his motions whilst keeping her at the center of his "circle".

01:22 Serilde licks her beak as she closes the distance once more with short quick steps. Her head twitches at his words and she gives a little laugh. "I should certainly hope a young lean tiercel such as yourself has plenty of stamina, else I would be incredibly disapointed," she responds, licking her beak, her tone having perhaps the slightest bit of sexual undertones. Serilde hadn't yet begun to break a sweat. This was not a terribly long and grueling match yet, and the formel showed no signs of exhurtion. THe formel doesnt let him have his circle this time, moving to cut him off at each turn as he wavers back and forth. Finally she sees what she things is a steady opening and gives a quick feint with her near claw and follows it up with a decisive cross slash.

01:33 Argyle tries to keep on the move but can feel that she's gradually hemming him in, getting more and more displeased with the situation. Pretty soon he'd be left with only one option and it was obvious she was going to force his hand. Though before they get to that, he meets her eyes for a second, seeing the glimmer there and picking up on the other meaning to her words. Was /that/ what this was about? Interesting... Rolling his shoudlers the tiercel called back, "Ah, you flatter me. I do try to keep my partners entertained; spar, or mate. Though I get the feeling we're talking about different kinds of stamina, no?" Almost as soon as the words had left his beak Argyles eyes shrink as she comes at him again, hoping back only to slide on some gravel and, unintentionally, drop below her second slash, the tips of her talons grazing through the top of his crest. Right, that was close enough. Crouched low as he was the tiercel forced himself back as hard as he could, bounding a second time on touching the ground and fanning his wings for extra speed. Now the game was disengage; the only one he was certain he had a chance at.