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Sweat clung to Matt's tank top as the loose strands of hair falling out of his bun clung to the back of neck. He didn't pay any attention to it however, even the sun bearing down into his eyes he didn't seem to notice anymore.

Shaking his head he chuckled a little at the thought of taking more vacation away. What would he really do? Most of his vacations he taken where on his own and he spent a little too much money on luxuries, but for most parts of it was rather dull alone. "It's ok work keeps me busy for the most part so I don't really think about getting away, there is always someone in the infirmary or so on."

His breath leapt into his throat as Arorangi spear hit him just below the ribs. Rubbing the spot Matt shuffled back before returning a hard swing to the hunter’s arm. So far Matt wasn't doing horribly but he knew it was getting closer to his fizzle out and lose state.

"I won't lie I didn't do a lot of yard work, I mean I stayed in decent shape doing things outdoors like surfing, running, so on but nothing on the real heavy side of training. School didn't help either too many hours spent studying." Matt grinned in return, "I don't think I have as many monsters as others but I'll be ready at least. If you don't mind me asking what did you do before coming here?"

HP: 29
DMG: 4

Despite his larger size Arorangi did well to keep up with him and he seemed to have a more natural talent in handling his spear than Matt. He could remember his first year he kept awkwardly digging one end of his spear into the ground and on occasion would hit himself or twist his wrist the wrong way. There was no confidence in his skills then, not even after his second year he wasn't very good.

"So you spent most of your time around the farm that's work. I don't think I have ever climbed a tree, or at least not to the top just sort of halfway or at least to the first branch I could sit on, but I get what you mean. The same thing with surfing if you go a few months without and hit a growth spurt" Not that he was entirely afraid of heights just never really seemed a necessary. "The fresh fruit sounds great even as a snack now." Matt's stomach growled as the thought of fresh strawberries and some toasted coconut it was a terrible idea to bring up the whole farm thing now he would be thinking about untill shift.

Twirling the spear Matt jabbed forward towards the lower part of Arorangi's legs.

HP: 27
DMG: 3

It wasn’t until Arorangi wiped his forehead that Matt noticed the tattoos on the back of his hands. He had a few of his own but they were far more hidden, or at least where when he wore sleeves and collars. Somehow Matt couldn’t get past the idea of not looking professional when it came to working in the infirmary, the whole idea was ingrained despite not having a strict dress code. As close as not looking to a normal a stiff in a suit was the length of his hair and blue stripes of color in it, Matt wouldn’t even wear the few piercing he had in his ears in the infirmary. He felt a little jealous, but more so mad at himself for always setting a restriction.

“Farms don’t necessarily have to have animals on it, at least I didn’t think they all did?” Growing up along the edge of a large city and near a beach, farms weren’t as common and as closes he had been was in a car. “I don’t really know a whole lot about farming beyond sticking seeds into the ground, watering and then picking them so I can’t really say what makes them a farm or not. What else did you do there? I mean for fun I guess besides surfing and fishing?”

Matt struggled not to lose his spear, as Aroranig’s attack hit just above his hand reminding him a smack from a spoon. It stung as he held it shifting his feet in a defensive stance, as Matt didn’t attempt a return attack.

“That’s a shame, climbing tress would have been helpful, or at least in a camping aspect. I have at least tried to surf occasional.” Not nearly as much as he should considering his experiencer last time he had went to a beach.

HP: 21
DMG: 0

“Did you get all of your tattoos done in New Zealand? Or did you get most of them after Deus?” It was an odd question that rose to his mind as Matt thought about his upcoming promotion from being there for three years. Maybe a new tattoo was the way to celebrate along with a small vacation of his own, somewhere else besides Vegas. Preferably somewhere that didn’t involve him running into another hunter.

He was sure that New Zealand had cities, some maybe even larger than his own, but from what he mentioned Arorangi didn’t sound as if he had grown up in one. Something Matt had to adjust to when moving to Deus, you couldn’t just leave at all hours of the night expect to find things open or something to do with spare time. “Did you grow up in a small town or city? Something where you knew a lot of the people there or did a lot of your family live in the same area?”

The spear cracked into Matt’s side as he grunted from the sharp pain below his ribs. He stopped only for a second to rub the spot still keeping his spear and feet in a defensive stance before looking back at Arorangi and grinning. “Your really good using a spear, have you done a lot of practice with it since you got here at Deus?”

HP: 16
DMG: 0

“They are pretty cool looking, was it a lot of pain? I mean any different than a normal tattoo pain?” They were rather interesting to look at not that Matt would have gotten any himself. Consciously he would have felt as if he was taking something that had meaning to someone else and all for the dumb reason of looking cool.

“Well s**t I had that wrong, I thought you maybe lived out somewhere in a small town.” Matt spoke without thinking about his words first, his face getting a little red from the embarrassment of his assumption. It had been stupid for him to think that farms couldn’t exist near cities, or at least somewhere “ You know….one of those towns where everyone knows everyone, but a city your lucky if you meet half of them….. sorry. Uh… I guess you got a long with your family well, to all live near one another?”

Swinging his spear to one side Matt shifted a foot in front as he moved from defensive to a low forward thrust at Arorangi’s center chest. “Spear fishing is pretty intense practice.”

HP: 15
DMG: 4

Matt could understand the wanting to keep tradition alive; his family on the other hand didn’t have any or at least none that he had known about. The closest thing to tradition was Matt following in his own father’s footsteps somewhat in becoming a doctor. Obviously somewhere the plan had changed.

He could feel his top cling from the sweat to his back he paused for a moment as Arorangi laughed, it was harder to breath with the humidity, almost as if he was swimming in some sort of pool. “Sorry about your father. Where did you live in the states?” Matt gave him a somewhat apologetic look; he hadn’t met to dig up something persona or something the hunter hadn’t wanted to talk about.

Matt took a few steps to the side as Arorangi’s spear collided into his side again, his breath feeling even heavier than before. Lunging forward he swung his spear low just above the ground before turning it sharply upwards towards Aroranigi’s arm and shoulder.

HP: 11
DMG: 5

“Was Nebraska a huge change for you and did you like living there? I don’t know a lot people who say they love living in Nebraska, except for a few die hard cowboys.” Matt’s view beyond the west coast were pretty dim, he had grown up all his life seeing sun and barely getting too cold. Most of what he knew about the Midwest and east coast he had seen on tv or occasionally visited.

“I am glad you have good memories of him.” Not knowing what else to say, he had his own share of loss but unlike Arorangi he was not nearly as cheerful about the matter.

Holding out a hand he grinned, “You are really great at sparring. Tell you the truth this is as close as I have ever gotten to winning or holding out this long.”