drabble meme; no longer accepting || @pairidaezah
Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours. (kaveh & ozy sparring, perhaps? 👀)
❝HEH, I NEVER THOUGHT that you would want to spar with me, Kaveh. How surprising.❞ He knew that Kaveh could fight – it was a given for someone who occasionally traveled to have some combat experience under their belt, though until he had seen the other deal with those bandits from weeks prior, he would have never pondered that they could fight as well as they did. Needless to say, he had enjoyed the sight of the Architect pointing their blade right beneath the chin of the leader of that group – the sharpness of those intriguing eyes no different from the weapon they utilized. ❝However…regardless, I am not some unskilled bandit swinging around a spear or blade like a toddler would a stick.❞ He may have been a merchant, but he wasn’t the kind who needed the protection of another. Even with foggy memories, there were things that he could still recall as if it was etched into his very being, and one of them was this.
❝I will try not to disappoint, then,❞ Kaveh had said back to him, smile tugging upon the edges of his lips, and yet Ozymandias could see something in it that gave him temporary pause. Ah, yes…he liked that look. That confidence – that same expression they wore when they believed they held some upper hand, or at least, confident enough to be the very opposite of disappointing. Had Ozymandias seen even the smallest amount of uncertainty within the other’s gaze, he would have deemed this whole little venture of theirs a waste of time. After all, there was nothing worse than having high expectations for another, only to see it all crumble to dust in an instant. Kaveh, thankfully, had a good track record for earning praise from him, so he did hope that continued onwards into the future.
❝Good. I want to see how you fight without the little ‘device’ of yours.❞ What kind of spar would this be if Kaveh had assistance, hm? Besides, he wanted to see what the other could do on their own, primarily to see how much was Mehrak and how much was Kaveh’s own skill at work as well. smirked then, moving into a fighting stance and holding his blunt sword at the ready. ❝Let us put those muscles to work, shall we?❞ If Kaveh had been ready to say something in return, Ozymandias didn’t give him a chance to do so. Quickly he made to close the gap between them, his attacks quick and explosive like the element that hung as a pendant around his neck. He sought to overwhelm, to throw off balance in both reaction and strategy. His actions were to push and force instinct more than anything else.
He wanted Kaveh to allow the movements he utilized with Mehrak to come front and center without it helping guide his hand and make things easier. How pleased he was when they managed to keep footing, teeth grit with concentration, but oh how that fire blossomed within those near crimson hues. When they soon pushed back and retaliated with their own swings, he moved back to create distance, albeit just for a moment, just enough to take in Kaveh’s appearance once more before it all began again with increased intensity. They were going to be winded by the time this was all over. That was a promise that Ozymandias sought to keep.
