Kicking Butts // Alfred and Francis
Francis versus Alfred, his younger, and much more...enthusiastic brother. In all truth, he didn't even want to do this, but considering he would be called chicken otherwise, he went for it, and there he was, waiting with armour on his body, and sword in hand. Nothing else of course, because magical items would only prove he wasn't good enough to win on his own. That didn't stop him from using his normal powers on hand though...simply magical items. The last time he allowed it, Katherine put him in a choke hold with the Helm of Darkness.
Rocking on his heels, he waited, hair beginning to stick to his face from the sweat made with his helmet. Unfortunately the armoury didn't exactly have anything too breezy to wear that wasn't entirely impractical. Perhaps it was time to go on a quest to get himself a decent set! The moment that he would see his brother coming up in the distance, he would stand tall, jaw pulled out to give himself a sense of authority. "You and I are going to spar. This wont be serious, alright? Try to remember that there is no competition between us." By the time Alfred reached his age, he'd either be one of the Directors of the camp, or out of it, in search of his own meaning of life.
The spare helmet was shoved into his hands. "Now come on, Monsieur Hero. Try to give your big brother something to be proud about." Giving him a little time to place it on his head securely, he moved back, and got in a readied reaction stance.
