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"Well then, I suppose your tummy is more honest!" Alan would say with a light laugh. Now it was time to spring it. He began to focus himself and his energies, it was feint, even Sokoya's energy senses were likely not to pick up on it, at least not consciously. It would be, enough, however, to make a creature who hunted energy beings pick up on it like a hound picking up blood.

"Lets get you fed then. After all we don't want to be loosing to our opponents due to an empty stomach, right? What was it that Cameron said earlier?"

Alan's would flatten, and suddenly change pitch, it almost sounded exactly like Cameron's voice as he said it. "L' szeous d' naut elggen a l' ogglinn zhah ulu xusst dro's degahr."

The secret of not getting killed by the enemy is to underestimate life's difficulties.

Alan's silver eyes relaxed somewhat, the keen intelligence behind them more apparent. His wings would expand some what and provide a quick beat on the ground, but without the use of his wing lung he only felt the slight tug of wanting to be airborne on his features.

Instead what Sokoya, or rather Alter Sokoya would feel, was a waff of gathered energy, scented all about Alan. I was natural for him. His Avion nature, to be able to gather energy from other sources and use it as a part of him. It was how he amplified his own to change simple cantirps to deadly spells through the use of his mediums.

"Oh? Well hello Sokoya." Alan would say, as if giving a first introduction agian. "I do believe I was clear when I said we needed to get you fed. Let's just skip the explanation of process and reasoning and get to the fun part. Come and get your meal, if you can."

Alan would take a half step back with his right and raise his left gauntlet in a stance. Apparently he intended on making her work for her 'meal' and the temptation of his energy and the way he had displayed it to her would likely cross the lines between ally and food. This time, he'd await her reaction with a far more ready gesture.

Alan's posture allowed for him to make quick changes in his weight moment without giving away his defensive stance. So as she went with a low kick, throwing her hip into the movement of it. Alan shifted weight onto his back right. He lifted his right leg just high enough so that her foot would sweep just under his left one. Then with a brief push off and forward with her right, Alan moved forward and trusted out with his left leg to contact on the underside of her right, pushing her balance back somewhat and making a contact with the leg with his heavy boot. It would likley bruise some under her clothing, but the pain would be minor compared to a blade doing the same thrusting motion.

Moreover it was her balance that he intended to throw off. The weight and twist on her right leg forced her left into to bear the brunt. He would follow through with his left foot, switching his weight again as he would meet his forward motion with a brief finger jab with his gauntlet hand, forcing the claws from the gauntlet to be a brief threat to the right side she had exposed when shifting her hips.

They were both small sized individuals, Alan himself being no more than five foot six or seven in height, depending on his stature. So the agility and body size advantages for the both of them had been nullified. In fact, Sokoya actually had the weight advantage over Alan thanks to her manipulation. Alan had taken all of this into account during the hour he had spent perusing her. All the while there was as feint smile on Alan's lips. He was enjoying the idea of getting her worked up.

Alan felt the rib cage's closed support, however, it meant little to him. Dealing damage to her innards was not his purpose. The jab was quick, meant to taste her blood and to give her a taste of the pain she was desiring so much to feel.

So it was possibly no suprise to her as she turned about for a punch in the area, his gauntlet hand had already retracted, waiting for another blow to come.

Her fist would come from her left, his right side. Normally for most people it would have been a posture to guard with his right hand. But instead Alan's movements seemed different.

He pushed back on his forward left foot again, pulling his body back as she spun her body around, the fist would come, but Alan's Gautnlented hand would be there, to meet her. However, as opposed to a block, as most powerful oppoents would use. Alan had tilted his pall away from him, so that her fist, the wrecking ball of power she had behind it, would hit the base of the palm at an angle, alowing him to slide her fist somewhat along his. He would then grasp at her hand and wrist, digging the claws into her flesh momentarily as he pulled on her arm, using her own motions against her yet again to pull her forward to Alan's left side, forcing her to follow through more still with her spinning motion.

It was then that Alan made a brief spin of his own. A half turn of his body to bring the right foot out in a turn kick to her exposed left side this time. Should the boot collide her spinning, now thrice increased in momentum, would most defiantly be thrown out of control, paired with the second push backward she had seen, even if she were to regain her footing, it would be fairly difficult for her not to fall flat on the ground.

If this were so, the boy would stand himself up straight again, the smile on his face growing, he would gesture with his gauntlet to her, the clawed fingers beckoning for her to try yet again.

Inside Alan's mind, things were starting to come into place. He was hoping to see the thrill in her eyes, the joy in her features. He wanted her to accelerate her attacks. The woman would sense the energy in his body increasing, but yet not yet seeming to focus in any particular area of his body. It was as if he was juicing himself up just to delight her into a sort of frenzy, and the scent of his magic was starting to become stronger for it.

Woah!

Alan's body was flung with hers, taken in by her spin as they both came tumbling down. They both would hit with a soft thud on the thick broach of grass that was beneath them.

Alan was flat on his back. What was worse, doing so cramped his left wing, which did not fold back into it's crouched position on time due to Sokoya's body being in the way with it. That sort of bending shot up through his wing and into his spine. A small 'ack' of pain before his trained resistance to such sensations were released.

The grin on his face widened to a full blow expression as he let the pain fuel into motion energy, turning about on the ground on close quaters to give a quick jab with his faster right hand towards her face. The angle was odd as she was probably just getting up herself as he let loose, however it did not lessen the impact, as Alan let his momentum take him of balance in this section.

Was it that he was starting to not care weather or not she landed a blow to him as well. Perhaps that was a very dangerous and arrogant thing for him to do, considering her hunger. But with the energy fueling through his body more even now, perhaps it was the wild abandon of youth that caused him to cease to care.

Or maybe it was something darker in the boy finally letting itself be free form the cage.

Sokoya had gained momentum.

And then there was tumbling. The pair of them hit the earth, Sokoya landing rougher than she'd anticipated. A nice thud to be heard as she came crashing down. The air in her lungs, tried as it might, would be held in. Getting the wind knocked out of you mid fight was not exactly a good thing to have happen.

The moment she regained her senses, the girl was on the move. Likewise, Alan was going through a similar set up. His goal was an attack, while hers was just slightly different. She'd been trying to position the man so that he'd no longer be able to avoid her blows. Dragging the bird to the ground was just the first step.

The next step wa-

Punch!

Alan had already recovered, and was swinging for her face. Her moneymaker. An enjoyable action in bed, but a blow she'd would avoid, for once. Sweet pain could be felt later, for the hunger was finally starting to drive the girl. She needed to feed off of him, and she needed to do it now.

At the time of the swing, Sokoya had been working her way up into a crouched position. Seeing the attack come, the girl would flip herself over, dropping to the ground in the process. In theory, the punch would be thrown just over her head, as she fell to earth for a second time. This time, her reactions would be quicker.

The girl sought to grab onto the man's ribcage. Flipping over as best as she could and swatting her own right hand down on it. This wasn't to be some simple slap however. Protruding less than an inch from her palm was bone, gleaming a sickening white in the night light. A spike, hollow point for those with hawk like eyes. She intended to get her meal.

So...it would seem Sokoya had found a weak spot in the Avion's defense. It was evident in the knee-jerk reaction he had. Still, there wasn't time to be musing and thinking about this. She was getting pelted by a massive wing after all.

The blow in question was strong indeed. Obviously, as an incredible amount of muscle would be required to lift a human body into the air. Birds and such had the benefit of hollow bones and thus lighter frames. No doubt Alan was a bit heavier.

Her reaching hand would be batted away, her attack thwarted. Frustration soured the pain that rocked her arm. While most people would hit a point where pain overcomes their senses, Sokoya was sorely lacking. To her, there was no such term as 'blinding pain'. Her reactions would proceed regardless of her damage.

A saving grace in this fight.

Getting pushed over by his wing, Sokoya's other arm would be swung into range. Her left hand aimed to latch onto the meaty top part of the man's wing. She cared little where her blows landed, so long as she was capable of sapping off of him.

Yes, that's right. Another spike, in her other palm now.