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Who: Johnny Rayflo and OPEN
Where: The park
Summary: Johnny's brushing up on his training in the park, but 1 is a lonely number at times
Warnings: The usual warnings that apply with swords and flirty, gay, vampires-

[In the late afternoon, when the sun was weak enough to allow the vampire to wander around with only slight discomfort, Johnny had found himself an open expanse in the park where he could practice his swordplay.

It had been a little while, even back in Vatheon, since he'd done this. But now he felt relatively secure in this new place and he was ready to take up the weapon again. It was strange how quickly he'd adapted to the new city...though, perhaps not so strange since 'adaption' was just what he did...but he'd thought Vatheon was different, that no other place would be able to compare. This place didn't compare, it stood alone, but, in the end, the bubble was just as much like any other city as Hinoto-Ri, Paris, or L.A.

Fluidly and with cat-like grace, the vampire moved like he was dancing, blade moving as an extension of his arm rather than like a tool. The ritual, age old in it's creation, was just as fresh in his mind as when he'd done it over seven centuries ago when he was human. Why change something that worked? It made him miss Ky, though, someone he could spar against and not have to hold back...but the Frenchman wasn't here and he wasn't going to bother Otoha over an old man's musings...no, might as well do what he could with what he had.]

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Feh.

[Yamato let out a low, amused huff, sliding his gloved hands into his pockets as he looked away. He was here to utterly obliterate a few demons into mere atoms - that would be more satisfying.

...

He glanced back at the other man]

My skills in sword fighting are not at your level. However...

[He slipped his hands out his pockets, some of the tension in his shoulders easing up slightly]

If you are open to unarmed combat, then perhaps we could arrange something.

[The vampire chuckled and nodded.]

Most certainly~

[The sword seemed to flake away into the night air as the vampire reabsorbed the matter. As soon as the weapon was gone, he put his hands on his hips.]

I'm perfectly open to a challenge~

[Yamato watched the sword melting away with open curiosity, logging it away in the back of his mind]

Hrm, fascinating. Not human?

[The question came out calmly, his attention mostly on tucking his tie properly into his coat, so it couldn't be grabbed during the impromptu spar. Ah he was horribly rusty, having relied upon magic for the past few months, but hopefully the exertion and soreness would knock some sense back into him]

[Johnny buttoned up his dress shirt properly so it wouldn't get in his way, though he left the top and bottom buttons undone.]

Mmmhmm~~ Vampire. But don't worry, that's not part of my sparring technique.

[The vampire lowered his hands to his sides, not taking any particular stance, but ready to spring into motion nonetheless.]

Ah, vampire. Yes, you resemble Kresnik, somewhat.

[The long black hair, piercing eyes, and elegant attractiveness. Hah, just stick that long, white coat on him, and he could pass as Kresnik's kin]

It seems they always come in two flavours...

[Kudak resembled more like a zombie, after all, with grey, leathery skin and empty yellow eyes. Vampires were either grotesque or attractive. A passing observation, one that Yamato discarded almost immediately.

He tutted softly under his breath, finishing up with his tie and then shifting his weight. His feet slightly apart, and arms a bit raised, letting a slow breath to release the tension in his muscles.

Yamato tilted his head]

But enough chitchat. Are you ready?

[Johnny smiled kindly and took up his own stance, blade up and body ready to move at a moment's notice.

He wouldn't bother correcting the two flavors comment, it might be true on his world, just because it wasn't on Johnny's..]

I am~ Shall we have some fun~?

[Yamato gave a quiet scoff, but didn't reply. He didn't even say 'go'. It was with a sudden movement that he darted forwards, already aiming a roundhouse kick at Johnny's head.

Yamato's strength mostly lied in his legs, admittedly. Sure, he wasn't strong in terms of endurance, but he could certainly kick you into submission if given the chance]

[Johnny brought up his arm to deflect the kick away and was surprised to find it actually hurt to even block; he was good.

Johnny smirked, glad to know this was actually going to be a challenge and dashed forward, the heel of his palm aimed for the middle of the man's chest.]

[Yamato grunted when his leg smacked into the vampire's arm - it felt like he cracked his shin against a steel bar, but quickly shifted his weight when his leg was deflected, quickly regaining his balance-

Just in time to see the vampire lashing out at his chest with his palm.

Yamato turned quickly, so that Johnny's hand smacked against his upper arm instead. It sent him staggering back, his arm feeling a bit numb from the force of that strike, but it was better than catching it in the solar plexus! Yamato had no doubt that he'd be down for the count in one hit.

He swiftly recovered from the heel strike though, dropping down and spinning out a kick into a leg sweep.]