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Havasu cursed his desire to become a better fighter. If he hadn't decided that patrolling in the snow would be good practice he would have been snuggled under blankets, watching Netflix, munching on popcorn, all as the frozen white stuff fell peaceful outside of his loft windows. Instead he had get it in his thick head that patrolling in all kinds of weather was good practice to determine the limitations and advantages that Mother Nature provided. And he has found that snow hides holes, is deeper than it appears, and didn't provided the greatest traction since he had a few moments where Havasu swore it was like he was auditioning for the Ice Cascades.

The page was carefully making his way through an alley when he sensed something, his skills with distinguishing auras was getting better with his near constant practice but it still took him longer to pinpoint the feel of chaos then he would have liked. A negaverser was out in this 'winter wonderland' as well, and was pretty close too if Havasu was correct in what he sensed. The page paused in the shadows, the snow falling around him peacefully, trying to pinpoint the location of the wrongness he knew was near. His cowboy boots churned up the slush as he shuffled slightly in place trying to keep warm, even with the extra jacket that he donned after powering up. He held on to his hat to keep it in place as he looked up at the roof tops wondering if the ‘disturbance in the force’ was coming from there. He didn’t see anyone and Havasu was quickly distracted by the dance of the falling snow. One could imagine that they were flying through space at warp speed since the light was catching the white flakes as they were falling into the shadows of the alley.

Havasu was contemplating giving up his sudo-training for the night when something made him turn enough to catch a movement out of his corner of his eye. Something was coming right at him and he ducked. He was fast but not quite fast enough, his hat was smacked off with a splatter of snow right on the brim. The spray of the breaking ball scattered across half his face as the leather hat fell in the powder at his feet allowing new flakes to start coating his sandy blond hair.

The surprise of the attack and he slick alley had him falling from his on his backside into the wall. "What the..." He faded off as he saw a shadow further down in the alley. He wasn't alone anymore and his 'training' was about to change to a battle. He couldn't make out the figure but the general feel was a negaverser, same level as him which made things a bit better. Havasu decided to return the favor with a snowball of his own hoping to give him enough time get back on his feet. He didn't think it would land but if his luck held it would give him the time he needed.

Havasu had scrambled to his feet and was mighty pleased that his snowball had struck true. He was rather surprised however as his opponent hesitated only slightly before forging ahead with more sure footedness then Havasu would have thought possible. He spread his feet further apart, stabilizing himself in the snow, and bracing himself for the fight that was coming right for him in the form of the negaverser barreling down the alley at him.

Holding himself ready he reacted with speed that he rarely was able to show when his opponent finally was within reach. The strange looking fellow had swung first but Havasu was expecting such a move and dodged to the left, away from the alley wall, his own hand striking out to latch onto the offending wrist. He was hoping to propel his opponent further towards the end of the alley but Havasu forgot a few important facts. One, it was snowing; two, they were in a alley and it was covered with hidden obstacles; and three, his shoes did not act well with fast movements. As he stepped to the side to dodge his boot landed on a snow hidden bottle and skidded out from under him, throwing the knight off balance. His outstretched hand clawing for a purchase of some sort on his enemy as gravity pulled him to the slushy ground. A curse bursting from his lips as he fell.

Havasu's grip wasn't tight and he lost it completely when the negaverser shook him off. Like his opponent, not that he realized it, the cold snow was soaking through his uniform belatedly reminding him that he should have grab a jacket. He fended off the kicks and scrambled out of range and climbed to his feet where he promptly started to shimmy and dance around. "Snow down the shirt! Snow down the shirt!" It left a icy trail down his spine as he desperately tried to remove the clump of snow. For the love of god! What was with this weather that made Havasu's life a living hell? He so couldn't wait until spring.

When the snow finally dropped from the back of his shirt, or melted, Havasu was fully chilled and quite annoyed. In a fit of childishness he scooped up a fresh ball of snow and tossed it towards his cold opponent. “Who the hell attacks in a freaking snow storm anyway?” It was a half hearted throw and he really didn't think it would land. With luck both fighters would be sufficiently cold and wet enough to just let it go but Havasu wouldn't walk away unless he did.

Havasu reluctantly and silently agreed with the negas reason for being out in the snow. After all duty was why he was out as well, granted he was just trying to see how the weather hampered him and not actually looking for a fight. He crossed his arms over his chest to help generate body heat. He dared not turn his back to this guy but Havasu knew that soon the cold would drive him back to his apartment, he would have to venture out another day.... With a jacket hopefully.

He shook his head at the guy, not trusting him further then he could throw him. "You go first. Not about to leave my back open to you twice." He shivered slightly and blew on his hands to help them warm up, his gloves doing little to keep his fingertips warm. The crystal the dude pulled out made him hesitate, that was new.... At Least to him. He eyed it and the figure that was holding it.

At the idea of him joining the negaverse Havasu laughed out loud, the sound oddly muffled in the falling snow. "Not looking to get killed any time soon. Thanks all the same." The very thought of how pissed his friends would be if he willingly went to the dark side made Havasu shake his head vehemently. No way in hell! Once more he eyed the guy, could Havasu make it out of the alley without a confrontation? He angrily muttered internally profanities, peeved that there were too many variables to really make a move but worried that he was about to have his decision ripped from his hands.

The bottle that Havasu had slipped on only moments ago in the alley way rolled softly over the freshly fallen snow. Where the two enemies feet had trodden during their battle was now a new layer of white crystal ice sparkling in the limited light. The bottle came to a stop beside another, and as if welcoming the new addition they both began to shine brightly to catch the eyes of the two mortal fighters.



Rules:

Tea party? What tea party? Umber wanted to ask, and he would've, but a curious vessel discarded in the snow seized his attention. Initially he only observed it, but when his adversary showed similar interest in it, Umber elected to make his own advance to steal it away.

It might've been nothing more than a beer bottle - and the thought crossed the lieutenant's mind - but should that be the case, then he would hold a more legitimate weapon than the pair of threadbare gloves he wore now. An easy clash with one of the brick walls, and he might be able to do some serious damage with it. And if that did not ward away the page, then he would have to hope that his faked call might.

"If you can't hold your footing in the snow, then what were you doing outside in the first place?" The lieutenant retorted on approached. Knowing that he tread within the page's reach, he leaned over to take a swipe at the curious object that lay near them both.