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Finn was whistling a tune, hands shoved into his pockets as he headed for some early morning weapon training himself. He chose to go earlier in the day when the sun wasn't quite so hot and high in the sky, and usually that meant that he could find the training area with all of it's practice dummies quite empty, which ultimately he preferred.

Only today, and from a great distance, he could already see that he wasn't going to be alone. There was somebody else there, somebody who's presence he shrugged off at first, his whistling continuing on.

And then as he got closer, his eyes narrowed, and his whistling stopped.

And then as he got closer yet, his eyes widened, and he actually felt the need to do a double...no a triple take on what he was seeing.

Even then he wasn't so sure this could be possible, and he sauntered up even closer.

"What the ******** are you doing here, when the ******** did you get here, and what the ******** did you do to your hair?"

Best best bro greeting ever.

For a split second Finn wondered if he might have been wrong, or at the very least, if Jack maybe had only just come out of his pod and didn't quite yet remember all aspects of his past. After all, they'd mostly been Skype buddies, and not much more, even if they had met in person. But yes, this was definitely Jack.

And if he had any doubts at all they were quickly stomped down by quick witted and smooth insults, and he could feel his lips twitching up into a smile, albeit a fairly sardonic one, though he did at least make an effort to have it appear more genuine just for the occasion.

"Oh wow Jack, really? You know I did it just for you!" His voice changed, warming, and definitely with a feminine edge, all while he blinked his eyes up at the much taller man to flutter his eyelashes, and smiled that fake smile. "I thought that this way we could finally be together but...Oh, I see now that you've embraced your inner homo." He mock pouted at that.

"I guess we will never be."

Dropping the facade, and somewhat bracing himself for a punch he felt might be coming, he shrugged his shoulders, while reaching up to scratch at his face "Oh you know...a couple of months. Guess the recognized my superiority, getting me all primed up before you."

More cold smiles that didn't reach his eyes, though at least Jack would recognize that as just being the way Finn always smiled.

There was no "hey man, glad to see you."s no, "man I missed you, bro"s.

That was p***y stuff.

Finn simply scoffed in response. "My insults are weak? So far you've called me a woman and a homo. The originality of your derision is severely lacking as well. Oh and a eunuch as well? Bravo, Jackie. Bravo." Finn gave the man a slow clap, eyes narrowed, his smirk all that gave hint to his amusement at this situation.

And then because it was likely expected of him to come up with an actual, insulting response, he let his hands drop, and sighed.

"At least I don't look like the jolly green giant blew his load all over my head. What, did he mistake your for his wife? Seriously man, I've taken better looking s**t's then what I'm looking at right now."

< Now this is what I've been waiting for from you. Yes, yessss feed your anger and when the time is right, destroy him. >

He would have liked to have said that he just ignored his highly aggressive weapon most of the time, but just this once he shot back to him. Trynt, shut the ******** up. Which earned him a snarl and yet more hissed, goading whispers of attack.

.......Woah did Jack really just compare his hygiene to Finn's? Finn Connor's? Did he not remember who he was talking to?

Eyebrows raised. Disbelief clear. Ya, he was having none of that.

"Some of the ladies here are pretty desperate, I've noticed." He replied, smoothly, before moving on to the matters at hand, barking out a laugh. "Seniority? Hardly. Though I'm sure I'll move up in the ranks soon enough." He summoned his weapon, stabbing the butt end of it into the ground, shrugging.

"But why not? I admit I could use some more practice myself."

There was, at first, a mad cackling fit of laughter, because even after all that time he hadn't heard from the guy, it was like they hadn't been parted at all no homo. Jack took a sarcastic bow at the limpid applause.

"See, that's what I'm talking about," he grinned, gesturing to all of Finn. "But give me some credit, Finneous: that unicorn one was pretty good. A bit TMI on your fancy shits, though, man--I'll go ahead and pre-empt you by saying I don't need to know whose d**k made sure your a** could fart glitter.

"However! Funny you mentioned a jolly green giant."

"More homo jokes? If you're not careful, Jack, I'm going to start believing you're trying to hide something." He smirked, his words implying enough that he didn't believe he needed to explain it any further. Of course, that was really all he got time to say before Jack was bearing down on him with an incredibly giant sword holy ******** s**t!!!

< This is not the time to cower, Finn, this is the time to fight! > Trynt prompted in his usual rasping growl, tacking on a snarl at the end that sounded an awful lot like he might be swearing in a language that the moon hunter didn't understand.

"Jesus ******** Christ man!" Finn attempted to duck while simultaneously jerking against the lance that he had stuck into the ground, lifting it up as though to block but failing miserably against the might of Jack's swing, and almost losing his grip on it entirely before the sword's blade struck against his shoulder with a painful sting.

Shield or not, that was definitely going to leave a bruise in the morning.

HP: 33
Damage: 0
Charge: 0/3

< Are you just going to sit there or are you actually going to strike him back? >

Moon division, Trynt. Defense. Besides, would you look at the ******** size of that thing?

His weapon snorted in response, becoming completely indignant. < It is nothing compared to ussss. Now, attack him, while his guard is still down from his swing! >

It was true, there likely wasn't going to be much of a better chance to go on the offensive, and a good defense was a good offence, right?

But it seemed sort of wrong to stab his buddy in the back, even if his buddy was a major bag of dicks and douchebaggery most of the time. He waited until the other man was straightened back up before aiming a quick swipe at one of his legs, figuring it was probably the best way to take the giant out.

"G-man? That your weapon?" He asked, concentrating more now on not getting run through by that ridiculously large sword then on any witty banter. "I'm sure Trynt would say hello too, if he wasn't so busy snarling at me half the ******** time. Please tell me your weapon is a complete a*****e as well. There's gotta be some justice in this world."

HP: 33
Damage: 1
Charge: 1/3

Maybe Finn just wasn't feeling overly competitive at the moment, having just learned that one of his good buddies was on the island, that he actually had an honest to goodness friend here. It was a bit of a relief, and an eye opener to how much he'd actually closed himself off to interactions since waking up. It wasn't exactly that he had felt lonely just...like he hadn't really known where to even start in building new relationships with people he was sure were going to learn to hate him anyways.

But Jack at least already knew him. Already understood. So ya, relief, the relief of not having to start entirely fresh and on his own anymore. And in celebration of that, he only slashed his bladed lance at Jack again in an almost lazy swipe aimed for his shoulder, wondering if switching to his arms might be a better option because without them he would no longer be able to hold his gargantuan sword properly.

Trynt could only hiss his satisfaction at another connecting hit, lapping up the Fear like blood, or at least, that was the general feel he got from his weapon, who could only demand more with crazed snarls.

"He's a lance." Finn said with a poker face, and then smiled in his dead pan fashion. "A wyvern, I guess. Really likes to growl and snarl a lot. It's enough to drive a person crazy after awhile." He said that last part a bit louder, knowing full well that Trynt could hear.

So that gigantic a** sword was previously an actual giant. Interesting. And indeed that meant that Finn's earlier insult was quite apt, or at the very least, more amusing then it had been.


HP: 33
Damage: 2
Charge: 2/3