[ There's a loud laugh as he cuts the feed. His flute is totally manly mkay. Anywho.
Who the eff is Peter Pan? Whatever. He takes his sweet time in descending the branches to sit on one of the lower ones, legs dangling nonchalantly. He's not really sure where this is going, and honestly has no idea where the turtle's skill level is at. But there's a foolhardy kind of recklessness that's tell him sitting back and watching will be fine enough to see him take his own action. ]
You do not. [ Okay going to go ahead and stand now, upsydaisy, and a moment to stretch his arms over head like he's totally chill about this whole affair. ] A deal. Hit me from there, or climb up and catch me, and I'll come down. I won't so much as touch my weapons until then. [ Nurhurhur sorry man, he's been bored lately ]
[Oh, 'hit me from there' this son of a bitch says. To a ninja.
Raph mutters to himself, squats down flick through the leaves at his feet until he comes across a sizeable rock. He tosses it up, catches it, then rears back and flings it in a way that would be overkill if used against a lesser opponent.]
[ :3c oh yay, it's game time. And this is oddly reminiscent of pretty much any time he's ever run into Vernon Roche, but as the projectile comes flying, Iorveth jerks to the side, torso turn to put a single shoulder forward, though thankfully rocks aren't as sharp as throwing knives. So he takes the opportunity to snatch it out of the air aaaaaaand...
Pitch it right back. Catch, bb turtle. There's a smug smirk, because Iorveth is a dick, but it's more amused than anything cruel. ] Practice shot. Try again.
Raph has to duck out of the way with a sort of dedication he only has to use when Leo is serious about knocking him down, and that makes him even angrier because WHAT?! SINCE WHEN IS THIS DICK A CHALLENGE?!!?!??!!
Okay fuck you man, now Raph is going to just grab whatever rocks and hard objects he can find and chuck them up at you and oops one of his sai made it into that arsenal his bad]
[ Oh, that's a lot more. 8( Well, he is actually getting the elf to move from his one spot on the branch, and while Iorveth will be trying to make this look like an easy thing, dodging for long periods of time isn't usually a thing he does because wow taking cover is a good idea for a reason. He manages to avoid the first two or three, but no time to try to catch (except for the sai, yep, grabbing that and putting it into a belt (don't throw it at him if you don't want him to have it ok)).
It's about the fourth one that actually pegs him right in the goddamn stomach, ow. And Iorveth, hand over his gut, ouch, darts behind the trunk of the tree to avoid the rest. A hand comes out a second later, waving the captured sai in surrender, voice with a bit of a laugh in it. ] Well done, well done, cease the volleys!
[The volleys cease, but mostly because Raphael realized that yes he just threw his sai and the dude caught it and kept it (so maybe he shouldn't have thrown it in the first place, good jorb Raphael). He growls and jabs his other sai in the guy's direction. It doesn't matter if he can see it, the threat's still very implied in his voice.]
Give that back!
[...or maybe he just sounds like a pissed off toddler in a teenager's body, whatever. POINT STILL STANDS. GIVE IT.]
[ The sai is throw like a knife and thuds into the grow an inch from Raphael's foot, and a second later, Iorveth drops out from the tree, landing below with hands giving Raph a mock-congratulating douche clap. ]
Well done. Shall we? [ And he's just going to be pulling his bow and quiver off, dropping them on the group, and following with the swords at his hips as well. Hm, need some sticks... ]
[Part of Raphael swells up a little at that -considerable talent, damn right he is- but then he realizes that he's STILL being talked down to, by a guy who thinks using a pair of sticks would even the fight, and then he gets all pissed off again.]
Oh, I got your budding talent right here! [And Raphael, predictably, charges him head-on as a hothead is wont to do.]
[ Wow are you just charging right at an elf, bro? He stands still and unconcerned until he gets within range of him. He gives a twist and small jump to twirl around to the right and behind him, sticks coming down in an arc to crack against his shell. ]
Wha- [It's dawning on Raphael now that this guy is actually all kinds of good, and that maybe if he wants to stand a fighting chance he should probably try to fight a little more seriously, rather than flail his arms about like a rampaging baboon.
...nope okay then still too mad for that.
Raphael stumbles when the guy thwacks his shell with the strike, snarls and turns his stumble into a twist as he lunges with his sai. Raphael. Be careful with those, you little lunatic, you are gonna put out someone's eye.]
[ Yeah, really, and Iorveth only has one eye left, dude.
The elf jerks back, narrowly avoiding the sharpened point of the sai, but just enough, and he follows the movement downward, ducking low and lashing out a leg in hopes of sweeping the turtle's feet out form under him. ]
[He most certainly succeeds; Raphael goes down, hits the ground with his shoulder and uses his shell to roll back onto his feet.
This guy...is fast.
That fall rattles Raphael's temper loose, and he crouches with his sai against his forearm defensively. He watches Iorveth with sharp eyes; he doesn't have nearly the experience the elf does, but he knows how to fight and how to learn in a fight. Once he calms down, that is.]
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WASN'T HE SUFFICIENTLY RUDE THE FIRST TIME THEY MET AUGH]
What do I look like, your tech support? A phone's a phone. You call people on it, long-distance.
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THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS RUDE ENOUGH TO IORVETH ]
How incredibly helpful.
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[Raph do you even know this guy's name? You don't. You are picking a fight with this dude for the second time and you don't even know his name yet.
...well he shows up anyway, and is quite a bit more mindful of the (stupid) traps. At least he doesn't try to disable them this time?]
HEY! Get down here, Peter Pan!
[Not minding any noise pollution laws however.]
RUDE ACTION!!!
Who the eff is Peter Pan? Whatever. He takes his sweet time in descending the branches to sit on one of the lower ones, legs dangling nonchalantly. He's not really sure where this is going, and honestly has no idea where the turtle's skill level is at. But there's a foolhardy kind of recklessness that's tell him sitting back and watching will be fine enough to see him take his own action. ]
Can turtles not climb trees? How unfortunate.
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I can climb a tree but how am I supposed to know your little psycho brain didn't think to booby trap it?
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You do not. [ Okay going to go ahead and stand now, upsydaisy, and a moment to stretch his arms over head like he's totally chill about this whole affair. ] A deal. Hit me from there, or climb up and catch me, and I'll come down. I won't so much as touch my weapons until then. [ Nurhurhur sorry man, he's been bored lately ]
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Raph mutters to himself, squats down flick through the leaves at his feet until he comes across a sizeable rock. He tosses it up, catches it, then rears back and flings it in a way that would be overkill if used against a lesser opponent.]
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Pitch it right back. Catch, bb turtle. There's a smug smirk, because Iorveth is a dick, but it's more amused than anything cruel. ] Practice shot. Try again.
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[HOW THE FUCK DID HE MOVE THAT FAST
Raph has to duck out of the way with a sort of dedication he only has to use when Leo is serious about knocking him down, and that makes him even angrier because WHAT?! SINCE WHEN IS THIS DICK A CHALLENGE?!!?!??!!
Okay fuck you man, now Raph is going to just grab whatever rocks and hard objects he can find and chuck them up at you and oops one of his sai made it into that arsenal his bad]
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It's about the fourth one that actually pegs him right in the goddamn stomach, ow. And Iorveth, hand over his gut, ouch, darts behind the trunk of the tree to avoid the rest. A hand comes out a second later, waving the captured sai in surrender, voice with a bit of a laugh in it. ] Well done, well done, cease the volleys!
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Give that back!
[...or maybe he just sounds like a pissed off toddler in a teenager's body, whatever. POINT STILL STANDS. GIVE IT.]
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[ The sai is throw like a knife and thuds into the grow an inch from Raphael's foot, and a second later, Iorveth drops out from the tree, landing below with hands giving Raph a mock-congratulating douche clap. ]
Well done. Shall we? [ And he's just going to be pulling his bow and quiver off, dropping them on the group, and following with the swords at his hips as well. Hm, need some sticks... ]
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Raph snatches his sai back up and has to stop himself from taking a step back when Iorveth unsheathes his swords to-
Drop them. ...and pick up a pair of sticks.]
What d'you think you're doing? [Say you're gonna use those sticks instead of real weapons. Do it.]
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And he'll just be swinging the sticks around as if testing the handle of them, like you would a sword. Because he likes being a sarcastic prick. ]
killing you would be a sad loss of considerable, budding talent.
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Oh, I got your budding talent right here! [And Raphael, predictably, charges him head-on as a hothead is wont to do.]
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Does that usually work for you?
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Wha- [It's dawning on Raphael now that this guy is actually all kinds of good, and that maybe if he wants to stand a fighting chance he should probably try to fight a little more seriously, rather than flail his arms about like a rampaging baboon.
...nope okay then still too mad for that.
Raphael stumbles when the guy thwacks his shell with the strike, snarls and turns his stumble into a twist as he lunges with his sai. Raphael. Be careful with those, you little lunatic, you are gonna put out someone's eye.]
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The elf jerks back, narrowly avoiding the sharpened point of the sai, but just enough, and he follows the movement downward, ducking low and lashing out a leg in hopes of sweeping the turtle's feet out form under him. ]
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This guy...is fast.
That fall rattles Raphael's temper loose, and he crouches with his sai against his forearm defensively. He watches Iorveth with sharp eyes; he doesn't have nearly the experience the elf does, but he knows how to fight and how to learn in a fight. Once he calms down, that is.]
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You should know, a clever fighter always takes the time to know their opponent before rushing in.
[ He's not going to be the one to strikes next, simply circles, to see if he can out wait the teenager's patience. ]
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Shut your freakin' mouth! I'm gonna pull your little Santa's helper ears off!
[-because that happens. Oh boy. Now Raphael is just gonna charge right back in and, most likely, get dropped right back onto his ass again.]
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